The night is long, and the thoughts are long.

Anyone who is good at deduction has a common problem, just as most storytellers like to sip tea and pat the wood at the beginning, and battle-hardened warriors will wipe their tassels and tidy up their uniforms before the big battle.

Everyone will have some small habits that can't be said to be good or bad, but sometimes some small habits can bring unnecessary trouble.

The common problem of people who are good at deduction is that they are extremely fond of the night, and like to be alone, light a dim oil lamp, and deduce silently. It seems that in the dark night, those clues that are usually incomprehensible will emerge one by one, and follow these ripped out silk threads to find the result of deduction.

Even the old shopkeeper is no exception, last night, the old shopkeeper sat in the shop for a night, in fact, he followed the clues of the young Taoist's deduction, and first quietly explored the results of the young Taoist's possible performance, so there is a scene of today's young Taoist seeing the throne.

The world is ever-changing, and the deduction opportunities are changing all the time, so even with the skills of the old shopkeeper, it is impossible to have a clear insight into the facts, and it is still necessary to check and fill in the gaps from time to time.

The old shopkeeper deduced something that the young Taoist had not deduced, and at the same time deliberately released some clues to confuse the deduction of the young Taoist. The reason why the young Taoist's mood is on the verge of collapse is actually the wisdom of the old shopkeeper's way of derivation.

Deduction and derivation, the difference between one word is like mud.

Acting, demonstrating.

derivation, derivation.

Judgment from above.

Deduction is just a technique, but deduction can be a self-contained.

The young Taoist sat in the abandoned ancestral house, on the dusty tabletop, the oil lamp with a wick twisted from a talisman burning calmly, and the lamp did not sway in the slightest.

The talisman that was twisted into a wick is a meditation talisman called the Descending Sitting Forgetting Talisman, which means to lower the nature and converge the spirit.

Young Taoists go out to travel this time, in addition to carrying thunder talismans, fire talismans and other five element talismans, the most carried is the descending capital sitting and forgetting talisman, although the quality of this talisman is not as high as the quality of the five elements talisman, but it is extremely important for young Taoists.

After the wick of the talisman was burned, it emitted a clear light outward, and the fire was like a quiet moon.

The material of this inscription is made of ancient sandalwood leather, and the calligraphy and painting on the talisman are not the dansha left over from the Taoist sand smelting mercury, but the new sandalwood leaf veins ground into slurry.

Therefore, some solid people in the outside world like to light a furnace of red sandalwood to clear the mind.

In fact, this is a kind of imitation, but sandalwood can only play the role of icing on the cake, far from being able to send charcoal in the snow, so the effect of sandalwood is far less effective than this talisman.

The shiny bald head of the young Taoist was illuminated by the wick of the talisman, and the hair grew like spring grass, but the hair of the Taoist was still slightly thin, and it was obvious that these new hair strands had just been pulled off by the young Taoist in the courtyard.

It is estimated that it will be difficult for the hair strands that have fallen out due to exhaustion to grow back.

This Taoist only dared to take off the lotus pattern Dao crown in private, and before long, he might not even have the courage to take off the Dao crown in private. Because of the deduction technique, the hair of the young Taoist falls out very quickly, if the hair falls out completely, then the Taoist looks nondescript, is it a monk wearing a Taoist robe, or a Taoist with a bare head?

Buddhism and Taoism because of the competition for incense, thousands of years of disputes have not stopped, the two sides can be said to be the existence of old enemies, if the young Taoist hair completely falls off, even if the Buddhists do not take this to talk about things, the rest of the branch forces that do not agree with Taoism will also laugh at this.

Some cynicism is certainly inevitable.

These cynicisms may be inconsequential when placed on others, but they will be extremely hurtful when placed on young Taoists who are good at chasing after the wind and shadows and seeing people's hearts in subtleties. It is easy to induce his mind to become disordered, so that his attainments in deduction will stagnate, and even disturb the Taoist's hearing and hearing, resulting in a bleak ending of going mad.

What would be the result of a person who is good at deduction if he loses his meticulous mind?

They are the best at chasing the wind and shadows, and at the same time, they are also the most easily broken type of people, the old shopkeeper knows the secrets, so he will say to the storyteller, "Most people who are good at deduction can't escape the end of madness, do you think he will be an exception?"

The old shopkeeper seems to have seen the end of this dangerous deduction contest between the young Taoists.

At the same time, this is also the result of the deliberate guidance of the old shopkeeper, the young Taoist in the long river of backward time collapsed, then he wants to find the result of his own deduction, the only thing left is to reverse the time, if the young Taoist to watch the long river of time is downstream, then reversing the time is a difficult journey against the current, this is an extremely dangerous spell, a careless, will directly wash the mind of the caster.

The old shopkeeper is forcing the young Taoist to take this dangerous path, and the young Taoist knows this.

Whether to go through this experience or not is all in his thoughts.

Young Dao was still sitting in the dim light, and with the help of the Descending Sitting Charm to stabilize the state of mind that had just wavered.

At this moment, there was a sudden faint knock in the silent ancestral house, as if someone was knocking on the wall.

The young Taoist turned his head slightly, and his clear eyes looked somewhere behind him, which was the source of the sound.

Ghost hits the wall.

The young Taoist smiled slightly, and raised his sleeve to brush away the dense knocking sound.

This is not a provocation, but a reminder.

It was the old shopkeeper who was reminding the young Taoist not to hit the wall.

The so-called ghost hitting the wall generally appears in supernatural romance novels, which is intended to be that when walking in the suburbs at night, you will encounter the mischief of the ghost, and you will be confined in a circle due to a sense of direction and cannot walk out, just like the ghost has set up an invisible wall in the wilderness.

This knock is a reminder to the young Taoist not to confuse his thoughts.

The corners of the young Taoist's mouth were bitter, here, the old shopkeeper was really omniscient, and even his own state of mind was clearly understood by him, so what about his thoughts, could it have already been understood by him?

The young Taoist shook his head to himself, it would be a little scary if his thoughts were known, but the young Taoist had no doubt that the old shopkeeper should have guessed his thoughts, and it was even possible that he had been guiding the situation.

Just as he was able to guide and bewitch the thoughts of some cultivators during his travels, he must have been guided by the old shopkeeper.

Maybe he was waiting for him to perform that dangerous spell to completely break his state of mind, and the secrets buried in the town would really be sealed by him alone.

The worst result is that they die by themselves, but this kind of result should not appear, after all, they have been under the fence for hundreds of years, if they die here, how can the sect be good?

The end that he might fall into is probably clear to the young Taoist.

The young Taoist stepped forward and gently tapped the tabletop, not much force, and even a slight knocking sound could be heard, but the layer of dust on the tabletop was like a pool of spring water wrinkled by the wind, causing subtle ripples.

Obviously, this is a game between him and the old shopkeeper in terms of mood, and the young Taoist is still weighing the pros and cons.

The "ghost hitting the wall" just now should not only be a kind reminder, but there should also be a deep layer of meaning hidden in it.

In fact, the old shopkeeper is also gambling, if the young Taoist gives up spying on the town at this time, then the old shopkeeper can only find another way, and even use extreme means to kill the young Taoist here.

The ghost hitting the wall just now is the best reminder, that dangerous spell, whether it is used or not can no longer be used by the young Taoist, the old shopkeeper is clearly going to do the thing of chasing ducks on the shelves.

At this moment, the knocking sound on the wall sounded again. This time, the young Taoist didn't turn his head, but just tapped his fingers on the table to speed up the rhythm, and the dust and ash jumped on the table, and a layer of invisible qi machine spread outward, directly shattering the sound of knocking on the wall.

The young Taoist smiled, and his smile was a little sad.

The reason why the young Taoist tapped his fingers on the table was actually waiting for the arrival of this knocking on the wall, and the young Taoist was already vaguely aware that he had been reduced to fish at this time.

By the time the second bang on the wall sounded, the young Daoist had already determined that he would not face the worst end, that is, he would not die in Red Candle Town. But he won't have a good ending, either he will go crazy, or his mood will be completely broken, and he won't be able to improve his deduction skills in the slightest.

Thinking about this, the young Taoist calmed down, but he didn't know what kind of result the old shopkeeper wanted.

The young Taoist shook his head helplessly and laughed at himself: "It's really a fiasco that can't be looked at directly." ”

Maybe he shouldn't have taken this trip, just in response to the fate of this town, it is easy to get in and difficult to get out, and the young Taoist didn't expect that even he, an outsider, would not be able to escape this fate. Since you can't even escape this fate, how can you escape the fate that few people have broken for thousands of years in the art of deduction.

The young Taoist suddenly raised his head, his eyes were bright, and asked, "Did the senior break that fate?"

The wild spirits that wandered along the walls retreated silently.

The young Taoist suddenly sighed.

It turned out that the old shopkeeper, who was as strong as being able to kill and take away in this world, couldn't escape the entanglement of fate, which made the young Taoist can't help but feel a little sad about the death of a rabbit and a fox.

Yes, some things don't stick to a small area, and they don't change the slightest bit because you're hiding.

Fate, luck, misfortune, and so on are the most unreasonable existences in the world.

The young Taoist smiled gloomily, perhaps this was his fate, and he had already embarked on this unchangeable destiny when he practiced the art of deduction.

If you see too many things that you shouldn't see, you will be damned.

As long as those who are still bound by heaven and earth, no one can escape.

Only then did the young Taoist realize that the old shopkeeper was actually even worse than himself, and a small ancient battlefield site had bound him for so many years, how could he escape the pursuit of fate?

Although he wants to leave, the sect will not stop him, and most of them will not stop him, but he is still trapped here for hundreds of years, this is his own imprisonment of his own soul, speaking of which, his fate should be worse than his own.

The young Taoist stretched out his hand in despair and snuffed out the wick of the talisman.

When he entered the town and looked at the heavens, he didn't leave anything behind, and the old shopkeeper wouldn't let him go.

The moment the oil lamp went out, the talismans around the young Taoist floated up and rotated around the Taoist's body.

The black talisman blends in with the night, like a black elf that comes out in the night.

The next moment, the room was full of fire.

The talismans burned, and the room, which had been slightly damp, became unusually dry in an instant, and was blasted upwards by the steaming water, bringing a large ripple of illusory fire.

He had no choice.

Therefore, he wants to use his lifelong study of the art of deduction to open the eyes of fate.

He wanted to see what secret the town was hiding.

The burning talisman rotated violently under the control of the young Daoist, and at this moment, the momentum of time passing seemed to have become faster.

The talisman had been stretched into a burning circle of fire, surrounding the young Taoist like an angry fire dragon, and the tongue of fire was violently rotated, and the sound of sudden bursts was endless.

The young Taoist's face was solemn, and the ancient chanting voice floated out from between his mouths, and the illusory and ethereal chanting voice made people mourn like the mourning of heaven and earth.

"The sky hangs down and the earth carries all things, the left eye looks at the heaven and the earth, and the right eye looks at yin and yang. Use my blood as a medium to steal the heavenly machine. ”

After the young Taoist finished reciting sincerely, he suddenly raised his right hand, put his fingers together as a finger knife, and erased it towards the center of his eyebrows.

At the moment when the finger knife fell, the young Taoist's solemn face was instantly as pale as plain paper, as bloodless as the funeral makeup of a dead man.

"Eye of Fate, listen to my orders, open the hole!"

The red and viscous blood stains slowly flowed down the center of the young Taoist's eyebrows, and the hideous blood lines were like a blood snake breaking free from the center of the Taoist's eyebrows under the reflection of the firelight.

The blood line squirmed, faintly outlining a hollow and ethereal rune.

The flesh of the eyebrows that had been cut off also squirmed with the bloodline-like runes, and in the flesh that opened and closed, there seemed to be something trying to break free from the shackles of flesh and blood.

A pure pitch-black eye poked out of the scarlet flesh, that pupil was extremely majestic, if someone came to examine this pupil at this time, it would definitely be taken away by this pupil.

It is like an eye that rises from the abyss of hell, full of profound mysteries and breathtaking mysteries.

The moment that pupil appeared, the young Taoist seemed to be stunned. The whole body is like an eternal sculpture standing in the temple, and there is a lifeless and mysterious aura on the body, and there is no life to be seen.

However, when the pure pitch-black pupil appeared, the Daoist's originally solemn face became hideous, and the bloodless muscles were knotted together, like a tree nodule, and he should be in great pain at this time.

The Taoist fingers kept pinching, which made people a little dazzled, and the five fingers turned into thousands of fish and dragon dances.

The whirring ring of talisman fire suddenly stopped in a posture that defied the rules, and then spun back violently.

Under the extremely fast inversion, the tongues of fire were all stretched, spreading outward in ripples along the edge of the talisman fire ring, and instantly hit the surrounding walls, stirring up a large area of flames.

Ripples of diffuse flame cut through the steaming water, and shrill syllables popped like fried beans.

The entire room was instantly engulfed in flames, turning into a cage of flames, and the Taoist in it was crying blood, standing in the flames, like a flame Shura in Nirvana.

As soon as the raging flames burst out, they contracted rapidly, closing in an unstoppable momentum like the water of the ebbing tide!

This flame was not the result of the Daoist mobilization, in fact, this flame was still churning on the wall. This happened because the time flow of the room was reversed in an instant!

In the minds of Taoists.

Time is also the arrogant gesture of the ebbing tide, and many shadows emerge one after another, starting from this ancestral house, to a pillow view, to the caravan walking on the side street, and then to the caravan arriving in front of the vermilion wooden gate in Red Candle Town.

Time in Red Candle was also forcibly reversed.

The young Taoist sat in this small world.

The result of time reversal is that many streams of information that have nothing to do with the Taoist are forcibly poured into the mind, and these forcibly poured information streams will have a huge impact on the inherent memory at the same point in time.

That is to say, at the same point in time, there will be two extremely real images in the mind, making it difficult for those who are in them to distinguish between the real and the fake, because these memories are too real to distinguish between them.

This is also the most dangerous part of this technique, if you can't figure out the original memory, you will be bound by those memories that are forcibly instilled, so that people fall into a state of madness.

And as time goes back, these memories that are forcibly poured into the mind become more and more ingrained. The longer it takes to reverse, the more difficult it is to distinguish between the real and the fake, because the confused memories will be intertwined like intricate lines, and even the two memories will be tied into a dead knot.

If those who are deeply involved in it cannot completely sort out these entangled memories, it will be difficult to get out of them.

The flame talisman burned, and a faint snow-white light that pierced the flame light appeared, accompanied by a subtle thunder sound like a mosquito flapping its wings.

When the thunder sounded, it meant that the Taoist had entered the course of the years that did not belong to him. This thunder sound is the back hand left by the Taoist, although the sound of the thunder sound in the room is very subtle, but when it falls on the ears of the young Taoist, it is really a scene of brilliant heavenly thunder rolling down in the sky.

The function of this thunder sound is to warn, so that Taoists can maintain a trace of free reason, just like the Taoists say Hong Zhong Da Lu, which plays a warning role. But that's not all, as you get in touch with a memory that doesn't belong to you, the thunder will be swallowed up by the onslaught of memories, like a flood sweeping away a reef.

What the Taoist wants to see is the time when the twenty years were hidden by the old shopkeeper, and the twenty years is not a long time for the Taoist, but it is difficult to walk, especially if you want to walk through it safely and soundly, it is even more difficult.

The Taoist's closed eyes widened instantly, hollow like a god who had lost its incense, and he saw it.

This young man, he has come into contact with all the ministers of the dead country!

He has heard storytelling, been to the wooden workshop, read carefully on the threshold of the money shop, and drank chrysanthemum tea in the lamp shop.

The boy picked up the yellow paper money, and countless shadowy figures appeared in the town, and when he walked on the bluestone slabs of the town, those flowing gloomy aura seemed to be impacted, stirring up a whirlpool, and flowing down the town!

The Yin Evil flowing in the bluestone slab is not a unique talisman, it is a formation!

The existence of the teenager provides it with infinite motivation!

That young man is the living eye of this formation!

A look of struggle suddenly appeared in the hollow eyes of the sculpture-like Taoist, like a drowning man grasping the aquatic plants in the water as a life-saving straw.

These scenes had a huge impact on his inherent memories, and the two memories were intertwined at this moment, as if they had been torn apart, and countless memory fragments scraped his consciousness.

The fragments of memories shattered by the impact are like splashes on the surface of the water, the splash jumps, splashes the droplets, and after falling back to the surface, the droplets gather again into a lake.

Two memories are merging!

The Taoist should have known that this was the last time he would perform the deduction technique, so he gritted his teeth fiercely, ignoring the fragments that were fragmented and gradually merging, speeding up the flow of time and looking at more secrets.

The Taoist saw the figure of the young man before he walked out of the ancestral house, and there were many scenes where the young man took advantage of the night to learn about Suosuo's stealing of the beam, and the child was so smoked by the cooking smoke that he burst into tears.

Suddenly, a creep of horror rose in the Taoist's heart.

A small child was sitting in front of the Taoist at this time, and the child casually looked back at the back, his eyes full of bitterness.

It turned out to be a rat running down the wall, and the child was not looking at himself, but at the scrawny mouse.

The sadness in the child's eyes seemed to be able to empathize, and the ethereal and immature voice echoed in the ears of the Taoist, "Little mouse, go to another house, you will starve to death if you stay here, I haven't eaten for two days!"

The young Taoist couldn't help but have a sour nose when he saw this scene.

At this point, he had roughly identified the child.

He is the prince of the dead country who died in the hands of the old shopkeeper with his own hands!

Could it be that the old shopkeeper has an unknown secret technique of resurrecting the dead?!

At this time, the young Taoist's mind was completely confused, and even the various deductions and speculations after he entered the town were also disturbed, and now the complete memory that the young Taoist had was still stuck at the node that had not been affected by time.

There was a sharp pain in the Daoist's head, as if there was an ancient dragon making waves in his mind, and his ears were already filled with a buzzing sound, and he couldn't hear the thunder sound used as a warning at all.

The young Taoist's pinching speed slowed down, and the pain spread like a bone erosion, and even if he moved his fingers, there would be a pain like his bones being trampled and crushed.

The Taoist gritted his teeth and insisted, he wanted to finish watching the twenty years that had been hidden, he wanted to piece together the memories at both ends, and connect the seven hundred years of time, even if he might not remember these things at all when he came back to his senses, he still chose to look at it.

Twenty years of time confusion, memories are fragmented and overlapping, as long as you don't die, the sect will use twenty years to help you sort out those broken true memories, and then it will be time for this memory to be announced to the world.

In other words, the clips I have seen today will not be seen again until twenty years from now at the latest.

This is also the result that the old shopkeeper is looking forward to.

The Taoist continued to look, and in the picture, the old shopkeeper took the baby who seemed to live in symbiosis with the throne off the throne, and then waved his hand, and the throne became an ancestral house that was some years old.

The figure of the old shopkeeper shuttles through this ancestral house, raising children.

The children grew up slowly, and one day there were a few more figures in the ancestral house, the man in the wooden workshop and the old man in the money shop.

The only thing is that there is no storyteller!

They get together and discuss naming children who can already walk on their own.

The influence seemed to have been manipulated, and when there was silence, the old shopkeeper put on an expression of listening carefully, and then nodded and said, "It's called Li Deng!"

"Although the name Li and others have a good meaning, there is no aura, and it is good to be called Li Deng. ”

The old man who asked the money shop also echoed and said.

The man didn't have any opinions, "It doesn't matter what it's called, as long as it lives up to our waiting for so many years." If he can't die on the battlefield, I'll kill him with my own hands!"

The man surnamed Yin paused, his eyes were sharp, he looked at the old shopkeeper and said, "It's like you used to do it yourself..."

The old shopkeeper suddenly scolded, "The surname Yin, don't be embarrassed." ”

Then the old shopkeeper's expression also dimmed, "The old man has a clear conscience in doing things, the old man once wiped out half of the hope of the empire with his own hands, but the old man also reserved the last half of the hope for the empire!"

The young Taoist looked at this scene and was puzzled, obviously there was another person in this conversation, but why couldn't he see it, was he wiped out by the old shopkeeper?

Or did he deduce that someone would see this scene twenty years ago, so that person didn't show up from beginning to end?

What does it mean to wipe out the last half of the hope of the empire and keep the last half of the hope of the empire?

The young Taoist's thoughts were completely confused, and the whole person fell down with a bang, curled up on the ground, and the blood at the center of his eyebrows was gurgling, like a small spring.

Blood wet his tattered earthy yellow robe, and the Taoist rolled down the ground like a spasm.

"He is the prince of the dead country! He is the prince of the dead country, he is alive again! He is really alive!"

The Taoist suddenly stood up, and like a frightened crow, grabbed the Dao crown from the table, put it on his head, and rushed out of the door.

"That ghost is alive, surrounded by ten thousand ghosts... I'm going to burn you demons!"

The young Taoist began to tear his robe, "My talisman, my talisman..."

Suddenly, the young Taoist stopped rummaging for the talisman, and said with a smile: "I'm a Taoist, I'm a heavenly master, I'm not afraid of ghosts..."

The young Taoist walked as he spoke, chanting a mantra in his mouth, and walked out of town.

The young Taoist walked to the gate of the town in the night, as if he remembered something extremely important, and lowered his head to think, "What's his name?"

Before he could do it for a moment, he took out a bronze bell from his sleeve and shouted, "Haha, the Heavenly Master is in the shadows, and the ghosts and gods are avoided!"

The young Taoist is really crazy.