In the dark night, Tianze walked alone on the street, surrounded by noisy and lively happy people, but he only had endless doubts and pain in his heart.

"What happened in the Fallen Emperor Mountain? Why did the memory of it become so blurry in my mind, I couldn't even know how to pass the Destiny Pass, what was all this going on? Could it really be a dream?"

Tianze walked in a daze, not caring about all the changes around him, and when he looked back, the streets were already deserted.

"Where are you going to spend the night tonight?"

At this moment, there was a sound of bamboo striking on the side of the street not far away, which couldn't help but attract Tianze's curiosity.

Following the sound, Tian Ze saw a fortune-telling stall behind a willow tree, but the chair was made by a child who was only seven or eight years old, holding two bamboo tubes in his hands, and was tapping down and down.

Tian Ze asked suspiciously: "Child, what about your family? It's getting late, why don't you go home yet?"

The child raised his eyes to Tianze and said in an indistinguishable voice: "The sky is dark, so why doesn't Your Excellency go home?"

Tian Ze thought that he was melancholy anyway, so he simply chatted with this child.

Tian Ze sat down and said, "Since you are sitting here, you must be able to tell fortunes." ”

"That's nature!" said the child, looking extremely proud.

"In that case, then you can count it for me. ”

"No way!"

"Why?"

"My fortune telling is very expensive, I'm afraid you can't afford it. ”

Tian Ze smiled and said, "Can't afford it?"

The child said mysteriously: "The spirit stone is a mundane thing, not worth it, the trace of the most precious years in the world." ”

Tian Ze was puzzled: "How do you say this?"

The child said, "All the spirit stones in the world are the same, and they are like stones to me. But the traces of time are different! The so-called traces of time are the feelings of your life, the memories of your life, including your life. Such precious things are naturally like the most precious treasures in the world. ”

The child smiled again and said: "This half-immortal calculates a hexagram for you, if the calculation is correct, you have to hand over all the traces of time, if you calculate wrong, you will naturally get what you want, how about it?"

Tian Ze pondered for a while and said, "Okay!

When the child heard this, his face suddenly became happy, and the bamboo tube in his hand struck even louder, until finally, the sound was like a thunderbolt.

But what puzzled Tianze was that no one around came out to check the source of the sound, it seemed that all this was an illusory bubble.

Suddenly, there was an earth-shattering explosion, and the bamboo tube in the child's hand exploded.

Tianze couldn't help but tilt his ears, and the sound of sharp rings was still echoing in his ears.

Tian Ze looked at the child, the cracked bamboo pieces were like sharp blades, cutting the child's hand through more than ten cuts, and blood was gushing.

But the child was unconscious, looking up at Tianze, his eyes were full of infinite longing: "Your Excellency's hexagram has been calculated!"

Tian Ze was a little hairy by this inexplicable look, and coughed lightly and asked, "Dare to ask what hexagram is?"

The child said: "One hundred thousand mortal dusts are painted in paintings, and one heart and one thought are painted in the world." Kill all the sentient and unseeked guests, so that the ruthless return to China. ”

Tian Ze was puzzled: "This is what you calculated?"

The child's smile became brighter, and he stretched forward slightly and said, "The road is already there, and it is very clear, you can choose for yourself!"

As soon as the words fell, the child lost his strength and fell down on the chair.

At this time, an old man with a white beard rushed to the scene, and when he saw that the child had fallen asleep, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

The white-bearded old man saluted respectfully to Tianze and said, "Your Excellency wants to tell a fortune?"

Tian Ze got up and pointed at the child and said, "No need, he has already calculated it for me." ”

"Forget it?" the white-bearded old man looked puzzled, then smiled faintly and said, "The old man understands, please!"

Tian Ze knew that the white-bearded old man regarded himself as a reason for not having money to tell fortunes and using children as a reason to prevaricate to cover up his embarrassment, but he didn't care, nodded and left.

After turning around, Tianze finally had nowhere to go, and finally went home.

Pushing open Liu Suqing's door, Liu Suqing had fallen asleep at this time, and suddenly woke him up with a sudden sound, and after lighting the candle, he found that it was Tianze who came back, and couldn't help but say, "Husband, didn't you say that you won't come back tonight?"

Tian Ze's face turned slightly red, coughed lightly, and said, "Your husband doesn't return at night, don't you ask and worry?"

Liu Suqing said: "Since Qing'er married her husband, everything is her husband's, and her heart will naturally follow her husband, and Qing'er doesn't want to talk too much." ”

Tian Ze sighed lightly: "You are really getting more and more different!"

Tian Ze sat on the chair and drank sullen tea helplessly.

I have to say that Liu Suqing's appearance at this time is what Tianze wants, gentle and obedient, and she will accept all her decisions unconditionally.

But all this is diametrically opposed to Liu Suqing's temper in Tianze's memory, which makes Tianze extremely uncomfortable. In the final analysis, Tianze still wants to be with that stubborn Liu Suqing.

Tianze knows his own heart, and sometimes he does anything for his own interests.

Take the matter of marrying a wife, if it weren't for Liu Suqing, Tianze would definitely be a standard flowery carrot, and I can't wait to be alone every day and taste a thousand lips every night.

But Liu Suqing had this magical power, which made Tianze have to give in. It is precisely because of Liu Suqing that Tianze gradually reined in his murderous nature.

But this Liu Suqing in front of her has lost this kind of magic, although she is the character of Tianze's dream, but when she really got it, Tianze realized how good the previous Liu Suqing was!

Tian Ze drank his tea, and kept thinking about the four lines of poetry in his mind:

100,000 Mortal Dust Picture-in-Picture,

One heart and one thought.

Kill all the sentient beings and have no visitors,

Make ruthless return to China.

......

The cycle repeated, and the memory in Tianze's mind suddenly burst into a sealed picture: Ordered to serve the palace...... White light......

"White light! It's the white light! A hundred thousand mortal paintings in a painting, one heart and one thought to paint the world! This is a reminder to me that this is a dream! One heart and one thought to paint the world! Is all this the longing of my heart?"

Tian Ze thought about it carefully, and he was terrified that he was in a dream of his own making!

Immediately, Tian Ze bit on his arm, and suddenly, a clear sharp pain came from his arm.

Tian Ze relieved his mouth, and a bright red blood mark had been left on his arm, "It hurts, how can it hurt?"

Tian Ze stretched out his fingers and gently pressed the wound, and a sharp pain couldn't help but make Tian Ze frown.

It's so real!

At this time, Liu Suqing had already gotten up, and when she saw the blood flowing on Tianze's arm, she hurriedly took out a silk scarf to bandage Tianze.

Tian Ze looked at Liu Suqing, who was distressed and bandaged himself, and the last two sentences couldn't help but appear in his mind: Kill all the sentient and unsearchable guests, so that the ruthless will return to China.

"Kill all the lovers...... Returning to China ......"

Liu Suqing looked at Tianze suspiciously: "Husband, what are you talking about? And why did you bite yourself?"

Tianze shook his head: "It's okay, go to sleep." ”

Early the next morning, Yun Xuan, who had grown into a big girl, came to Tian Ze's room and wanted Tian Ze to teach her how to practice martial arts.

"Father, are you there?"

Tian Ze walked out listlessly, sitting on a chair and drinking tea.

Yun Xuan jumped around Tian Ze's neck and said coquettishly: "Father, teach Yun Xuan your most powerful Heavenly Induction Technique, is it okay?"

Tian Ze looked at this daughter who had been raised in a dream for sixteen years, but in reality she was nothing, and she didn't know how to face it for a while.

Yun Xuan pouted and said, "Father, what's wrong? Is there something bothering you?" Yun Xuan might help her father!"

Tian Ze barely squeezed out a smile and said, "It's okay, it must be that I haven't rested well in my cultivation recently, just rest for a few days." Let's go, teach you the Heavenly Induction Technique for the Father. ”

With that, Tian Ze pulled Yun Xuan towards the courtyard.

Tianze finally softened his heart and couldn't kill him.

Since Tian Ze got the four lines of poetry from the child's mouth, Tian Ze's physical strength has been weakening day by day, as if it has been eaten away by an inexplicable force.

Tian Ze has already figured out a way to break the dream from those four poems: that is, to kill all the sentient beings, as long as he kills all these people related to him, he will naturally find his way home.

But Tianze encountered another problem, and the child once said that if it was right, Tianze would have to pay everything, which was also one of the reasons for Tianze's concerns.

When the road of life and the road of death are on the same road, people will stop at the intersection and wait for an opportunity.

Tianze waited, and it was a hundred years to wait.

At this time, Tian Ze's body was already extremely weak, only equivalent to the strength of the foundation building realm.

In the hundred years of dreams, Tianze really felt the passage of time at every moment, and in the false dream, Tianze's body and mind were tortured.

With the precipitation of time, Tianze finally realized that his expectations for the people around him in the past were not what he wanted at all.

It was the day, Tianze went out again, and it was still night.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The familiar sound of hitting bamboo came again, and Tian Ze followed the sound to find it.

It was still a familiar stall, except that the chair was no longer a child, but a white-haired old man with a wrinkled face.

"Your Excellency, we meet again. The old man said with a smile to Tianze.

Tian Ze was puzzled: "Are you?"

"Do you remember the children of a hundred years ago?"

Tian Ze was surprised: "It's you! I didn't expect you to be so pale." ”

The old man invited Tian Ze to a seat and said, "I guess Your Excellency already knows that this is a dream, right?"

Tian Ze nodded: "It's the first time I've seen such a real dream. ”

"yes. The old man poured a cup of tea for Tian Ze and said, "This dream is synchronized with people's thoughts, which means that although the time here is false, your thoughts are real and spend every day!"

Tian Ze drank all the tea in the cup, but he couldn't taste any taste in his mouth, just like white water.

"This tea is obviously fragrant, but why is it colored and tasteless?"

The old man smiled faintly: "Therefore, no one has provided the taste of this tea yet." ”