"Do you really think they're going to let you go?"

When he said this, Wu Qi unconsciously showed a sense of despair, he sneered, raised his head and poured wine, and suddenly accidentally drank in a hurry, choked a few sips, and coughed violently. Hearing the coughing sound, Zhang Yue stopped, he looked at Wu Qi and opened his black and white pupils, "What do you mean by that?" ”

Wu Qi sighed: "When I first came in, I said that it would be a hundred years, but guess how long I have been here? ”

Zhang Yue frowned and didn't ask.

Wu Yan stretched out a hand and spread five fingers vigorously, "Five hundred years, heh, if you enter here, it's a lifetime thing, you want to go out on your own?" No way. So, I'm talking about prison break not only for myself, but also to save you. ”

Zhang Yue's gaze was fixed on Wu Qi's eyes, and he wanted to open this window to see the heart inside. He thought that he could definitely see an illusory mask and a thick mist, but what he didn't expect was that he saw a crystal clear, and the sadness, resentment, and pain in it were reflected through the crystal without reservation, and Zhang Yue could feel every emotion deeply.

"Look, do you want to get closer and look more closely? I know that your soul power is outstanding, and I can't lie in front of you at all, so you can trust me, right? The souls of the people who come in here have been imprisoned and become their puppets, this is their biggest secret, in this case, do you think they will allow two people who have not been brainwashed to get out of here? Wu Qi said calmly, but the calmer his tone, the heavier Zhang Yue felt.

Zhang Yue sat down again, he already believed it, but he still had some doubts, "Then I want to ask, what is the situation here?" You carved out a space in the back mountain of the Shaolin Temple, and they didn't know it? ”

At the mention of this peach orchard, Wu Qi's sadness instantly converged, and all that was left was a face full of sneering, "Hey, hey, this is Lao Tzu, I spent more than a hundred years, secretly, little by little, chiseled out, absolutely hidden, don't worry." Lao Tzu was also a powerful man at the beginning, but it was a pity that he was trapped in this dilapidated temple. ”

The most important things are believed, these inconsequential side matters, Zhang Yue no longer needs to bother with doubts, this alliance is initially established.

"So what am I going to do next?" Zhang Yue picked up a vat of wine and asked while drinking.

Wu Qi said: "You have already deceived the group of old monks like me now, and next, we will ......"

Zhang Yue's drinking action couldn't help but stop, and he could listen attentively, Wukong, who looked like a big and three rough image, actually had a careful brain. But come to think of it, if you are a reckless man, how can you stay in the Shaolin Temple for five hundred years and not be found to have been awake?

When Zhang Yue returned to the dormitory, it was almost dawn, and he drank all night with Wu Qi directly in the peach orchard, which didn't feel good, but actually a little uncomfortable. Zhang Yue lay on the bed, used her soul power, breathed a little bit of her body, and forced the wine out of her body, so that she felt a little better, but her spirit would not be much better this day.

Zhang Yue counted the time, put on the mask, and changed back to his previous dull appearance. The day like a robot is about to start again.

In the mechanical life of the day, time always flies and is often forgotten. It was another ordinary late night, Zhang Yue, who had just taken a shower, inadvertently looked up and saw the calendar on the wall, only to suddenly realize that a year had passed.

……

On the turquoise lake, there are a few small boats floating, accompanied by the ancient bridge and small pavilions, which is quite poetic, but there is nothing missing in the end. Oh, yes, the one who wanders in poetry is missing.

Yan Xi pushed open the door and walked to the balcony on the second floor, holding the guardrail with both hands, taking in the scenery on this small lake, but she couldn't arouse the slightest interest. Zhang Yue has been gone for a year, and she is not like before, she likes to climb through the window, scary, and sleep in a boat. After all, without the person who could accompany her, she would be a little lonely after all.

"Awake?" The nurse walked to Yan Xi's side with a bowl of egg porridge, "You have been sleeping until the afternoon recently, can your body stand it?" ”

Yan Xi smiled: "We are alien people, and we can't die without a few meals." As she spoke, she took the egg porridge and drank it with a sigh, she couldn't care about her eating after a day of hunger.

The nurse took out a mirror and shook it in front of Yan Xi, "Look at your dark circles before you speak!" ”

Yan Xi glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze, "I...... I threw up eyeshadow. ”

"Then you're afraid you're wearing a smoky makeup?" The nurse looked at Yan Xi's thick dark circles and couldn't help but complain. Yan Xi shrugged, said no more, and concentrated on dealing with the bowl of fragrant egg porridge in his hand.

After a while, the porridge bottomed out, and Yan Xi smacked her lips, "Nurse, it's not enough." ”

"I've got food for you, let's go downstairs and eat it myself." If you miss him, go and see him, why torture yourself like this? The nurse said, her face calm but she couldn't hide the worry in her eyes.

Zhang Yue waved her hand and said, "It's okay, he will always come back." And I'm afraid that going to see him will disappoint me. If this thing can't stand the torture in prison and comes to me as if he is going to die, it will ruin his image in my heart. ”

The nurse raised her eyebrows and asked, "Oh? So what is his image in your heart? ”

"Friends above, lovers below." Yan Xi replied without hesitation.

"Then she's really sad." The nurse sighed, I don't know if she was sighing for Zhang Yue's pity, or if she was sighing for Yan Xi not being honest.

Of course Yan Xi would not bother to entangle, suspicion, and her stomach rumbling and screaming to torture her even more, she should go downstairs to have a big meal at this time.

……

On the bed, Zhang Yue rubbed his face vigorously, allowing his face to be fully active, and then closed his eyes and recalled the bits and pieces he had spent in the mirror division, those years of drifting on the boat, and was thinking about it, when suddenly a sneeze interrupted his thoughts.

Zhang Yue snorted, subconsciously pulled the quilt on her body, and muttered, "It seems to be a little cold!" With memories and amazement, Zhang Yue fell asleep deeply.

This is what Zhang Yue does every night before going to bed. Rubbing his face is to relax the face of wearing a mask for a day, he is afraid that after wearing it for a long time, he will really become paralyzed, although he used to be, but at least it is not a mechanical face after wearing a mask. Memories are to always be alert to himself, he is still a normal person, and there are still people waiting for him in the Mirror Division.

In the past year, Zhang Yue has been doing the same thing all day long, which is not hard, but it is boring. And the Buddhist scriptures he listened to and copied every day exuded a strange atmosphere, which imperceptibly stimulated his soul, like a whirlpool, sinking your soul little by little. Even if Zhang Yue was wary, he had to admit that he had been somewhat affected, at this time, he admired very much the martial arts who could stay in Shaolin for a full five hundred years, how strong this will was!

With such a mood, Zhang Yue fell asleep. The next day, early in the morning, Zhang Yue followed the burial of his roommates, and got up with a mechanical face.

"Today, I'm going to take you to a new place." The old monk glanced at the neat phalanx in front of him and said, it seemed that he was still a little unhappy like that.

Zhang Yue, who was hiding in the phalanx, tightened his heart, and it was rare for him to have a trace of fluctuation in his calm mood, of course, this fluctuation was only noticed by Zhang Yue himself, in the eyes of the old monk, he was still a soulless puppet, well-behaved and obedient.

Zhang Yue remembered what Wu Qi said to herself a year ago.

After a while, they will take you deep into the temple to get in touch with the larger scriptures and further control your soul. You can't show flaws, and you can't sink. So, you have to stay as you are before the more mysterious texts, so that you can go deeper. ”

Zhang Yue secretly said in her heart: It's really not a simple task!

Wu Qi, who was sweeping the floor, seemed to be aware of the old monk's movements, his ears moved, and he could hear the heavy footsteps, and he had a little guess in his heart, he clenched the broom, looked at the direction of the team from a distance, and said secretly: Come on, boy!

Wu Qi's prayer, Zhang Yue naturally couldn't feel it, and now he was busy adjusting. As the owner of the true soul, hiding his face should have been a simple matter, but in the Shaolin Temple, Zhang Yue also felt the pressure, and in this year, if he hadn't used the mask of lifelessness, he himself wouldn't dare to say that he would be able to persevere 100%. Now, the peace as usual is about to be broken, and Zhang Yue naturally has to be prepared.

Just when Zhang Yue was busy thinking about countermeasures, he found that the team had stopped and stopped at the door of the Buddhist hall.

"Huh? Isn't it a new place? Zhang Yue said secretly in her heart, but she didn't say it, but didn't say a word, and obediently followed the old monk into the Buddhist hall.

"Today, I will take you to the second floor of the Buddha Hall, so that you can listen to the scriptures that are more deeply cultivated, and I hope that you can deeply understand your sins, get rid of the sea of suffering as soon as possible, and achieve positive results." The old monk said the beautiful words of the gods, and the rest of the people ate this set, one by one, with a red face and a thick neck, bright eyes, and an indescribable worship of Buddhism, if it weren't for the old monk to let them hurry, Zhang Yue felt that these people who had no soul would all kneel down and kowtow to the old monk.

Walking through a golden land and listening to the sound of Zen singing in the distance, Zhang Yue only felt that her ears were buzzing non-stop, and the flies seemed to be annoying. But he lowered his head and listened quietly, his face grim, as if he was having a grand baptism.

God knows how far Zhang Yue's acting skills have soared after experiencing this prison disaster. It is estimated that Oscar owes him and Wu Qi a little golden man.

"Here we are."

A golden tower sits on this land, every ray of light is condensed like a substance, flowing with terrifying power, just in front of the tower, Zhang Yue can feel the domineering pressure.