Memory?

This Su Muqiong is very good at: "I have a good memory, and I can remember everything I have experienced clearly, and I will not forget it." ”

The old Taoist priest shook his head: "It's hard to say. Your Excellency is a special person, but my meeting with Your Excellency has said so many things that should not be said. In the future, maybe spontaneous, maybe conspiracious, the forces of fate will take the initiative to erase the traces of my existence. Although my disguised image is not among them, all your memories of the 'real me' will disappear. At that time, all you can remember may be that you accompanied a couple to see a crazy old Taoist on the Yueguan Peak of Mount Tai, and the rest should be forgotten. ”

"Is there such a thing?" Su Muqiong couldn't understand this kind of fantasy thing: "Then how can I fulfill my promise?"

"Don't worry, Your Excellency is a special person after all, a person who is entangled in atmospheric luck and great karma. You may still be swayed by fate during your lifetime, but after your death, nothing can tamper with your memory. What has been obscured will be restored, what has been tampered with will be restored, and everything will be clear and clear. I bet on my own future, on a bigger and brighter future. Therefore, please keep in mind that "

"The number of lives is like chess, and the calamity is alternating. ”

"There is a catastrophe in the air, and there is gas in the catastrophe. ”

"Good fighting is useless, good planning is nameless. ”

"It's all the same. ”

"Peck!"

The old Taoist priest waved his big sleeves, and suddenly a painting scroll appeared in his sleeve. The old skin's withered hand suddenly exerted force, and with a bang, the scroll was pulled apart, revealing a pattern. Just unfolding this painting seems to have taken a lot of effort from the old Taoist priest, and even his once shiny and oily hair has withered a lot.

As soon as the pattern was revealed, it seemed to trigger some kind of unpredictable change, just like the water droplets that Su Muqiong took out a few days ago. But here is in semi-space, outside the earth dimension, and that unpredictable change is isolated and suppressed by the space dimension, and finally becomes invisible.

Su Muqiong looked at it, and at first glance, she only felt that it was a Taiji diagram, a very ordinary Taiji diagram, the kind that bought a volume for a few cents at a roadside stall.

But at the second glance, the picture suddenly changed infinitely. It's as if it's not an ordinary pattern, but a small world that's evolving and developing. The two poles of yin and yang circulate and run, deriving endless possibilities.

The load on the spirit was unprecedentedly increased, and Su Muqiong only felt that her head was slightly dizzy. This is quite rare for her nowadays, and she only has this kind of reaction when she confronts the concept of infinite height with a finite body.

This Taiji diagram is definitely not ordinary.

When she closed her eyes and shook her head to look at it for the third time, the Taiji diagram was still a Taiji diagram, there was no small world, no infinite changes. But Su Muqiong found something else unusual - this picture is too standard.

To be precise, the arc is too round.

After just three glances with the naked eye, Su Muqiong had an intuition: this was the most perfect circle of all the circles she had ever seen. Even if you take out the strongest equipment in all mankind to measure it, I am afraid that you will not be able to find a flaw in this circle. It is a circle that transcends the level of human production and cognition, a circle that is infinitely close to the concept of the absolute.

It seems to have some deep truth hidden, but it is a layer away from the fog.

"What is this?" Su Muqiong couldn't help but look at the old Taoist: "I don't understand." ”

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand it, because it's not for you. The old Taoist priest explained, and then suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Su Muqiong's eyes. In the eyes of the spirits behind him, this finger is naturally pointing at himself.

The old Taoist priest's gaze seemed to have passed through the barrier of time and memory, and he shouted awe-inspiring at some people at a certain moment in the future: "This picture is for you to see!"

The ripples of fate, born from a distant time ago, quietly spread and hidden in the cracks of life and death, space, and finally, completely manifested at this moment.

In an instant, all of the boy's mobile phones began to tremble, and then all the screens shattered and exploded with a crackling sound, turning into smoke in the air.

"That's it! That's what I'm waiting for!" Qiankun looked back at the inside, but there was still no sound in the room.

The boy gritted his teeth, and then nodded violently: "Can't be wrong, that's it, can't be wrong!" He slapped the table with both hands, looked at the height of the void and couldn't help but shout: "The corner of fate, right now, the hope of the world, is at this moment - grab it, Dream Girl!"

At the same time, on the ancient road of the starry sky, the dream that seemed to exist suddenly opened its eyes.

"That's ...... The old Taoist priest had expected today's events a few decades ago, and then passed the diagram to me through Aunt Su's memory!" Qi Meng couldn't help but be shocked, what a prophet this is, what a plan this is, how hidden this is, and how subtle it is.

There is a conspiracy behind fate, and that person occupies the upper reaches of the river of fate, and it is extremely difficult for her to turn the tables downstream. But that old Taoist priest is really not simple, and he can use such a strange method to deliver the most correct information to the most correct person at the most correct time.

"I can understand that picture. It is in the same vein as the Heaven Replenishment Diagram given by Qiankun, but it is more complete and more profound, and it is exactly what I need!

Finally found it.

followed this family all the way, involved in the dust, and finally found what he needed most at this moment!

Shanghai's spatial changes are still ongoing, and this matter cannot be delayed, and the opportunity is fleeting, and there is no waiting for anything. Qi Meng glanced at Su Muhua, who fainted on the ancient road of the starry sky, and then at Jonathan, who had begun to genetically collapse, hesitated slightly, but finally turned around resolutely.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry, but I have a great mission.

Life...... Don't get over!

Hmph, the wings composed of starlight spread, and Qi Meng decisively cut off the spiritual connection with Su Muhua, and then flapped his wings and flew up. The Tiangong robe reappeared, the starlight surrounded the body, and the chaotic waves were penetrated layer by layer, unable to stop the flying dream.

However, the Infinity Angle is located in the depths of hyperspace, extremely far from the Earth's dimension, and the mixed space is as intricate as a labyrinth. Qi Meng in flight can't help but feel anxious, fast, faster, must hurry back to the earth!

But at this moment, as if favored by fate, Qi Meng found a way to quickly return to Earth.

It's the anchor, it's still running!

The smell of burnt paste came out of the spinning ring. A star-like beam of light suddenly burst out from the center of the anchor and shot straight into the sky like an arrow.

In the flickering stars, Qi Meng has returned to Earth and appears in mid-air in New York.

When she looked up, the first thing she saw was not the torrent of the Void of Fate, but a ray of light.

A burst of light burst from the pitch-black clouds and soared into the sky, piercing the sky.