Before, I was still a little confused, I didn't know who I was, but now this situation of memory disappearance made Luo Lan almost sure that she was indeed still in the level, and she had a feeling that she was getting deeper and deeper.

Memories are fading, fading with the passage of time, accelerating, getting faster and faster, and it is necessary to write them down before the memory disappears.

However, there is no pen in the hand, the pen and paper are in the bedroom, it is too far from here, too far, too far to catch up, and it will definitely not be able to pass at this rate of dissipation.

"What to do? What to do? What to do? I asked myself over and over again, in my mind over and over again, but it was useless. The memory is almost gone, it is really almost gone, this is the hope of living.

If this memory disappears, if this memory dissipates, then how can I remember? Won't it fall completely with the communion with the world? Becoming an indigenous at the end of the day?

"Damn, fight" pulled the corner of the sleeve, a pull, a broken step appeared in the hand, in the index finger biting, the pen is also good, and then it is writing, not much time, long story short, first write the key, and then if there is a time gap, then write something else.

As soon as she finished writing these words "Seven Levels and Six Difficulties" and "Illusion", Luo Lan felt that her head was suddenly empty, as if she had forgotten something important.

The index finger was a little sore, and it was a little cold, but when I picked it up, it was broken, and I don't know why. There is a cloth roll on the ground, how familiar it looks, raise your hand to see, isn't it your own sleeve.

I bowed down, picked it up, and looked at it, and there were few big characters on it, and it could be seen that the person writing should have been very flustered at that time.

"Seven levels and six difficulties, illusion? What do you mean? ”

"Young master, the master asked you to go over." Luo Lan's thoughts were interrupted by a voice as crisp as a lark, and when she looked back along the sound, she saw that a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl with a beautiful appearance was in front of her.

Putting away the rags without moving, Luo Lan glanced at the maid's beautiful face, and asked as if he was interested or unintentional, "Do you know what to call me?" ”

"The slave doesn't know" "Okay, then you go down" "Yes" "By the way, where is the old man" "Ning Zai's study" "Well, let's go"

Ning Zai's study, as the name suggests, is a study, the only special thing about this study is that it is the old man's special royal study, and it is usually easy not to let people in, even if it is his favorite children. I don't know what this guy suddenly went crazy to call himself over.

Bypass a few courtyards, walk across two stone bridges, turn a corner, and this Ning Zai study will be reached.

It's a secluded hut that is separated from the surrounding houses, and there is a plum tree in front of the house, so if it's in full bloom, it should be beautiful, right? This old man will really enjoy it.

The "young master" butler, that is, the old man who slapped the assassin surnamed Yang to death with one palm before, was standing outside the door, and when he saw Luo Lan, he called out in a low voice, and turned sideways. Luo Lan nodded and went straight in. There is not the slightest intention to buy people's hearts.

This housekeeper has been following the old man for more time than his age, and is trying to win him over? Hehe, the blood lessons of the previous brothers and sisters are placed there.

Above the high hall, Wang Luoling of the Northwest was holding a book and studying it carefully with the assistance of the lamp.

"Coming?" The interrogative sentence does not have the tone of the interrogative sentence, but a categorical affirmation, a glimpse of the leopard, from which it can be learned that the Northwest King Luoling is a domineering character.

Without raising his head, Luo Ling knew that Luo Lan was coming, which was not surprising, when his skills reached a certain realm, he was able to power beyond his powers.

"Sitting" can be seen from these almost unfamiliar words alone, and the relationship between this Luo Ling and him is really not very good. I think if there was something going on this time, he wouldn't even see Luo Lan.

I found a position not far away and sat down, and as soon as I did it this time, the old man above began to speak eagerly; "You and Juan'er are in conflict?"

What Juan'er? What the hell is Juan'er? was about to ask like this, but seeing the eyes of the old man in the hall, Luo Lan instantly remembered that this so-called Juan'er was probably the dominatrix at the time of the party.

If it's a big deal, let this old antique personally meet with himself who doesn't like it very much, it seems that this old antique is indeed as Luo Ran said, and he is very fond of the dominatrix.

"Yes" quibbling is useless, especially in front of this kind of old antique and stubbornness, he thinks that what he believes in, to others, especially someone like Luo Lan who doesn't like it very much, he will hardly believe it.

If you don't believe it, why do you do it? Isn't it good to save time and effort and save saliva?

The old man didn't speak, he stared at Luo Lan directly, Luo Lan didn't speak, he looked at him directly, and he didn't mean to retreat at all. Originally, his precious daughter provoked himself first, is it possible that he has to apologize himself? If you want to be beautiful, it's just a big deal to pack up and leave.

One second, two seconds, ten seconds, one minute, although the two of them didn't speak, they stared at each other like this, until the old man couldn't help but use the coercion of his master, Luo Lan didn't look away because he didn't have the strength to be around.

"Okay, good, you're good" The tone of the gradual heaviness, I don't know if the old man is dissatisfied with himself or praises himself, but it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you start again. Regardless of whether he is full or dissatisfied, he is ready to pack up and leave anyway, and his satisfaction and dissatisfaction have a role in wool?

"Just get along well with each other between brothers and sisters, at least don't let outsiders see jokes, understand?" "Understood", "You go down", "Yes"

When I came out of the old man's exclusive study, it was already dark, and it was still early, but the sky was full of dark clouds, and I thought it was going to rain heavily. The breeze is wanton, the pond is blooming, and the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full of buildings.

Back to the study, I brought all the things I could bring and all the things I had to bring, and then packed a bag, taking advantage of the dark weather now, and slipped out directly from the gate of the backyard of the Northwest Palace.

He can see this place, it has no other effect except to add constraints to himself, and if he stays here, even if he has a strong talent, he will have to be eaten clean by those things in the house.

With a little coiling and the necessary change of clothes in the package, Luo Lan wandered aimlessly on the street, he didn't have a clear destination, he was completely where he went.

After leaving the Northwest City, Luo Lan went directly to the south, it is said that there are traces of immortals on the Dongling Mountain in the south of the Northwest City, I used to want to go over to see it, and now I have the opportunity to go over to meet the wish of my childhood.

Because he was afraid of being discovered and then pulling the Northwest Mansion again, although he was entangled a lot, Luo Lan did not say that he would go to find a carriage to travel, but just leaned on his legs and headed towards his destination.

The speed of these legs can be imagined, and because Luo Lan's body is not very good, it took nearly two days to reach the foot of Dongling Mountain.

Looking up at the towering peak, stomping his feet, gritting his teeth, and scribbling his sleeves, Luo Lan walked directly towards the top of the mountain.

Crisp birdsong, sober air, silk and bamboo aftersound, repeated breeze, good place, even if you can't find traces of immortals, come and see the scenery and take a walk is also excellent.

Just as he was about to rest on the stone bench in front of him, an old man with a hunched body suddenly appeared in front of Luo Lan. Walking over and taking a closer look, judging from its tattered pair and a large bundle of dead wood around it, it should be a woodcutter.

Luo Lan stepped forward, took out a piece of silver from his arms, and put it in the woodcutter's hand, "Uncle, I want you to inquire about something."

"Oops, how does this work? It's just a matter of asking about things, and those who don't need money don't need it. "This woodcutter was full of righteousness when he arrived, and Luo Lan did not take the woodcutter's shirk;" It's okay, it's okay, my family has a lot of money, so this should be your old reward. ”

"How this makes, this, this. Hey, well, thank you" Thinking of the situation at home, the woodcutter finally took the money.

"It is said that there were immortals in this Dongling Mountain, is this thing true?" "Yes, yes, there were twenty years ago, I have seen it with my own eyes, the immortal looks very young, but he can fly in the sky, there is an indescribable charm between each movement, if this is not an immortal, then what is an immortal?"

"The next generation came up to the mountain to seek immortals and visit the Tao?" Seeing Luo Lan nodding, the old man said with some persuasion; "In the past 20 years, there have been countless people who have come here to seek immortals and visit the Tao, and I have seen countless old men with my own eyes, but among these countless people, I have never seen anyone who has really fulfilled his wish. In the future, I advise you to give up this unrealistic idea as soon as possible. ”

"I'm just going to go up and have a look." "Oh, look at it, look at it, look at it, as long as you don't get stuck in it."

Looking at the figure of the woodcutter carrying the firewood and gradually moving away, Luo Lan was a little puzzled, always feeling that the woodcutter had something to say, and he didn't know if he was thinking too much.

Regardless of him, continue to move forward, the road ahead is still long, and the road ahead begins with a single step.

One step, two steps, three steps, nearly half an hour later, Luo Lan came to the peak of this Dongling Mountain, on the top of this peak, looking at the small trees, small people, small everything, breathing the fresh air on the mountain, Luo Lan opened his hands and hugged the sky.

"Little friend, what are you doing here?" Just as Luo Lan was looking down the mountain, a vicissitudes of life but not old voice sounded behind Luo Lan, and the sudden sound frightened Luo Lan almost fell from the top of this peak, but fortunately, the reaction was timely, and there was no such tragedy.

Could it be that my chance? Thinking like this, Luo Lan turned around directly, looking at the old man with a kind face in front of him, and felt a little excited.