Luochen watched them arguing, and naturally questioned Yan Huang, Ji Jiang and other words, but he didn't care very much, he was thinking about something else - where did the shocking remarks of the old way come from?

Look at Mo Ran and Lao Dao, Secret Dao, I know that Xingtian has another story, he once stole the armor of the Heavenly Emperor and fed it with poisonous blood, and then caused chaos in the Three Realms. Since Lao Dao doesn't know the punishment sky, there is no need to ask again.

Then he pointed to a place in the text and asked the old man: "What does this mean? I don't understand it very well." ”

"Oh, it's about Chi You is the master of Jiang Qi, and the Yellow Emperor is the ancestor of the Chen family, starting from the king of Qi Wei of the Tian family. The Chen clan seized the power of Jiang surnamed Qi and took advantage of the situation to attack the other party's faith, so the Yellow Emperor conquered Jiang surnamed Yan and Chi You. Lao Dao explained, "This paragraph is a quote and is open to discussion. Although there are flaws, the idea is wonderful. The political/political mythology of the poor road was originally extended from this. ”

"What about this?" Luochen's finger drew a specific stroke, and landed on the words "Japanese man Mori Yasutaro", "But the name of the person, which dynasty, which generation, and where is the person?"

Lao Dao stared at those six words, and thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't remember the specific origin of this person.

Qu Yi has never dared to talk too much because he has never been to school. At this moment, seeing that Luochen seemed to have a coincidence with himself, he also pointed to the two places on the scroll and asked, "What are these characters?"

“1974,1995。 ”

"Count?"

"Year. Because Yasutaro Mori wrote it in 1974, I wrote it down with his quotes...... Latter...... I can't remember clearly, maybe it was the day when these remarks of Poor Dao first came true?" Lao Dao seemed to have lost his memory and began to lose his confidence.

Qu Yi said: "I am a mortal person with you, but I have never heard of this kind of almanac. When you say that 1974 and 1995 are years, what years do you mean?"

Lao Dao had a headache, rubbed his forehead and asked him, "What do you want to ask?"

"I have no ill intentions, I just want to find out where your words come from. Qu Yi said.

Hearing this, Luochen glanced at Qu Yi.

Qu Yi asked again: "I haven't read the books of your biography, including the author, and I don't know it. It's just that I still know about the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, but after the pre-Qin and Western Han dynasties, there were many dynasties that I don't know. These remarks ...... Is it really from your memory?"

Lao Dao suddenly looked up at Qu Yi, from stunned to confused, and gradually turned pale.

Hongclay was a little faceless, and seeing that Lao Dao was asked by Luochen and Qu Yi to become dumb, he couldn't help but whisper to Mo Ran: "I'm afraid that this old Dao will be tossed and stupid all the way to the immortals, and he will take nonsense as a serious rhetoric, and he will bluff himself into believing it." ”

Luochen slapped him and appeased the old man who was about to collapse: "Don't be afraid, we don't treat you as crazy." We don't say anything about it, but if you think it's been in your head for a long time, we just want to know why. ”

When the old Taoist heard this, he suddenly shed tears: "They said that I was crazy and poured me decoction, although I didn't recognize it, it was inevitable that I would be shaken after a long time." You're questioning it, and I'm almost thinking I'm crazy. But, but, but these are obviously all in the mind of the poor Dao! The poor dao can still really feel all kinds of emotions when he was reading the papers that day. ”

Luochen had some suspicions in his heart, so he asked: "Do you really remember the scene of reading at that time? Then you close your eyes and think about it carefully, where are you reading all the biographies quoted and said, but the familiar home environment?"

The old man was embarrassed when he heard this. There are still traces of mood and feelings, but the specific situation has long been blurred. If you really want to search for the memories of that time, you must go into the inner house to spy into the depths...... He snorted: "Since I failed the exam, I haven't been able to enter the poor road for a long time. ”

Knowing the dust, he responded: "It's okay, we'll help you." Then ask Qu Yi for collaboration.

So, under the protection of Luochen and Qu Yi, Lao Dao was introverted and introspective, reflecting on the depths of his memory.

After a long while, he opened his eyes hesitantly, and was secretly entangled in his sluggishness, and stumbled: "This, these remarks are not from the pen of Poor Dao. It, it, it seems to have come from the book, no, not the words of the poor Tao himself. ”

Luochen soothed: "Don't worry, think about it again, where are you reading the book, and the ...... person who reads the book, is it you."

"What are you doing here?" It's not easy to interrupt, and at this moment, he couldn't get a response to his questioning, so he and Mo Ran looked at each other.

Qu Yi seems to understand Luochen's intentions, but he has not yet captured the key point, and he is still a little confused.

After a while, Lao Dao opened his eyes suddenly, as if shocked, and his face was a little whiter than before. stared at the dust for a moment, then suddenly leaned down on the table, burying his head in the pile of paper and howling.

Hongni was startled by him, and subconsciously jumped back, bumping into Mo Ran, who was shrinking backwards, and the two comforted each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

Qu Yi looked at the dust.

Luochen sighed: "That's Sang'er's memory." ”

Several people came to their senses.

Sang'er gave Lao Dao his spiritual power to disperse, but he was afraid that he would also leave other traces along with the sticky belt. Lao Dao didn't notice it before, and regarded it as his own experience, but now he figured out that it was Sang'er's legacy, and he couldn't help but think about the old man after being shocked, and naturally mourned and couldn't help himself.

Qu Yi suddenly became unclear, and asked Luochen: "He said that Sang'er was the fairy he met when he was a child, and he said that he was a teacher of red pine nuts...... If Chi Songzi is a real person in Nanyue, and Sang'er is indeed a true immortal in the Three Realms, why do you have such remarks? After all, they both belong to the Three Realms, and some earthly theories are too far from what I know. ”

What Lao Dao said came from Sang'er's memory, but it was not necessarily Sang'er's own remarks. ”

"Huh?"

Luochen pointed at the old man: "He said it, read the book." Sang'er's memory comes from what she knows in the book, and everything has already been written in a book, not compiled by herself. ”

"Then, where did the book come from? Who wrote it?" Qu Yi asked, "It looks very organized, it doesn't seem like nonsense, but if you take it seriously, those places that go against common sense...... And it's hard to be trusted. ”

Luochen said in his heart, if you know what the patriarch of the ghost clan and the high priest showed me, and what the night ghost priest told me, I am afraid that there will be no such question.

Strange books, strange statements in books, different from what you know, naturally because they don't belong here, and they probably come from the otherworldly planet that the Night Ghost Division said.

San'er said that she couldn't go home, and it was probably not one of the Three Realms, but the otherworldly planet.

Yayuji said the word "leave".

Or, more likely, the seventy-two families that could not be returned to because of the eviction mission.

Looking at the old way and sighing secretly, the ghost clan is a small place, and the night ghost division is confined and isolated from the world, or it is inevitable that it is taboo. This old way runs around the world with the memory of being jealous, no wonder he will be forced to pour Meng Po soup. Fortunately, someone took pity on him and never made it too difficult.