readx;?“ Sang Qinghong's question is a heavenly question, and there is no answer. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" Jana said to herself.

"Yes, in the past, before Qu Yuan committed suicide by throwing himself into the water by the Miluo River, he also issued a pathetic 'heavenly question', but there is no answer to it so far. I guess the answer to all the 'heavenly questions' lies in the mind of the person who asked the question, and only she can answer the question. The reason why she wanted to ask was just to do one last confirmation, and she didn't need the other party to answer. Perhaps, not answering is acquiescence. I whispered in response.

Janna gasped again, "What do you mean--you mean, her questions are true, and the answers are conclusive......?" In this way, the identity of this man is...... However, how is that possible? High-ranking military officials and spy chiefs are extremely intelligent people, so how can they not recognize the true identity of this man? No matter how clever the disguise technique in the world is, it cannot deceive the people who get along day and night...... Impossible, impossible, impossible......"

She couldn't hide her astonishment, one hand firmly on her lips, staring at me with wide eyes.

When she reveals the true side of her personality, she looks very cute, far better than Fang Cai's cold and arrogant appearance.

"Nothing is impossible. I concluded her remarks.

Before the start of World War II, politicians and military strategists from all over the world believed that Germany, Italy, and Japan could not challenge the whole world, but these three countries brazenly launched wars, devastated all countries, and caused wars that burned all over Europe and Asia.

Similarly, the Manchu government also believed that Yidi from afar could not dare to invade the territory, but the final result was that the Eight-Nation Alliance army entered the capital, forcing Lafayette to leave Beijing to avoid trouble, and allowed Yidi to burn and loot in the capital.

As for modern times, the Kuomintang government was forced by the Japanese invaders to move south from the capital again and again, until it was far away from Shuzhong, becoming a laughing stock in history.

This series of impossible things has become possible, that is, under the right conditions, there is nothing impossible in the world at all.

"However, this is also too appalling, the top figures in Japanese politics...... Master of the Mt. Fuji Fantasy School...... My IQ really can't explain what's going on!" Jaina raised her fist and gently tapped her forehead, a wry smile on her face.

In the video, I paid more attention to the "mirror" mentioned by the man in costume, which is probably the real purpose of Sang Qinghong's trip to Chinese mainland.

"Miss Janena, do you have anything else to show me about Sang Qinghong?" I asked.

Jian Na pondered for a moment and asked rhetorically: "Just now, did you hear them mention 'mirror'?" Sang Qinghong's actions in Chinese mainland are always related to this word. ”

"Show me. "I got straight to the point.

"Mirror" has become a thorn in my heart, as long as there is information related to it, I hope to see the original as soon as possible.

"Good. Jaina flicked the remote again, and the big screen lit up again.

"In the first few years after Sang Qinghong arrived in China, he did a lot of earth-shattering things, assassinating several generals of the Republic of China, and paving the way for the Japanese army to invade the capital. Therefore, the Japanese emperor issued a commendation order from Tokyo, which was sent to the capital of China and awarded to the special troops led by Sang Qinghong. During her time in China, Sang Qinghong was looking for something, but she didn't have a good clue, so her progress was slow. Next, let's watch another video, which just illustrates her personality change. Janna said.

The big screen lit up again, and an antique antique storefront appeared in the picture.

Sang Qinghong's voice immediately appeared: "Boss, I want to buy an ancient mirror, is there anything to recommend?"

In the picture, a young man with white skin and thin lips appeared, smiling and greeting: "I have a lot of ancient mirrors, from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period to the Tang, Song, Ming and Qing Dynasties, all kinds of colors. As long as you name it, I can get it. ”

The young man is a standard businessman, speaking Jinan dialect, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows are full of profiteers.

Sang Qinghong only said four words: "Divine Water Mirror." ”

I was also taken aback by these four words, because she was so direct and did not take any precautions to keep it secret.

The young man was stunned and shook his head slowly: "There is no such thing, but as long as you pay a deposit, we will definitely go all out to help you find it." ”

There was a flash of cold light in the picture, and the young man staggered back, a black-handled dagger stuck in his chest.

"Leave someone under the knife—" Someone flashed out of the store and grabbed the young man's shoulder, but it was too late, and the blood flowing from the young man's chest was already as black as ink, and it was obvious that the dagger was quenched with poison.

The man looked up, and there was no anger on his face, only the coldness of the still water of a deep pool.

When I saw the man, my heart pounded, and my hands couldn't help but clench the back of the chair in front of me.

"If you don't agree with each other, you draw your sword. Are you here to ask for help, or are you here to kill?" the man asked coldly.

He has thick black sword eyebrows, star-like shining eyes, a high nose bridge, a slightly black beard on the top of the human center, and ingot-shaped lips under the beard.

"I'm looking for an antiquity, you are the largest antique shop in Jinan City, you come here, you don't need to hear any perfunctory words. Sang Qinghong said.

"What you want, we don't have. The man said.

"You have, I'll come, I know you have, otherwise I won't come. Three blocks away, my men and horses are waiting in a line with live ammunition, and if you don't hand over the things, this place will become a sea of ruins and fire, and you will be buried with that thing when the time comes. Sang Qinghong said arrogantly.

The man pondered for a moment, then suddenly nodded: "Well, human life is worth more than things. When the soldiers were in the city, I had to sacrifice my wealth and beg for my life. Please come in with me, it's in the back house. ”

He turned around and walked backwards, and Sang Qinghong immediately followed, and the distance between the two was only five steps.

"Don't play tricks, otherwise, I want you to die a hundred times with your family, and then hang it on the flagpole outside the south gate to show the public. Sang Qinghong said again.

The man didn't speak, but walked quickly.

After a few turns, they entered a deep corridor.

The corridor extends straight, the eaves of the corridor are all delicate wood carved boards, and the outside of the corridor is sparse with flowers and trees, revealing endless elegance.

I estimate that the promenade is no more than fifty paces at most, after all, this is in a Chinese-style house, and the distance between north and south cannot be too far.

If it's fifty paces, then it only takes two to three minutes to get to the end.

In other words, under Sang Qinghong's coercion, in a maximum of three minutes, the man will dedicate the Divine Appearance Water Mirror and hand it over to her.

At the same time, we can also see the true face of that peerless treasure.

"It turns out that the 'Divine Water Mirror' is really in the hands of my Xia clan. I sighed to myself.

As soon as the man appeared, I almost mistook him for my grandfather, because his facial features clearly showed that my grandfather was thirty years younger.

Grandpa is now gone, but I see another him in a historical video.

According to the time calculation, that person could not be a grandfather, but only another person.

"He's my great-grandfather. "I make a bold guess," Sang Qinghong has seen Grandpa, but at this moment, they are-for-tat, each with their own master. ”

As I thought to myself, it was not just three minutes, but about five.

On the screen, the man and Sang Qinghong were still walking forward, their pace never slowing down, but they never walked out of the corridor.

Janna looked at her watch and explained in a low voice, "In this video, they walked for eleven minutes, but—"

I understand, that man is subservient on the surface, but he has a hidden murderous motive and led Sang Qinghong into a trap.

"But what?" it wasn't my voice, it was another woman speaking.

"However, they didn't come to the end, they kept going, and the video ended in that kind of advancement. Jaanna explained.

Realizing that something was wrong, I looked over to the place where the woman's voice had come from, and saw a slender long-haired woman sitting in a chair in the farthest corner.

"Don't speak. I whispered a warning to Jane.

"What?" Jaenna looked at me blankly.

"There's an uninvited guest arriving. I'll be brief.

Although the voice of our conversation was low, the woman heard it, and immediately sneered and asked, "Uninvited guest? Who is the uninvited guest? I am not, you are." In the ancient history of time, I have been a resting soul, but I have been awakened by your disturbances. When you wake up, you don't know anything, you don't know anything, just run around like a headless fly. The mirror is the most wonderful thing in the world, and no one has been able to comprehend the mystery of the world in the mirror since ancient times, but only the sad argument of 'the mirror is empty'...... Just like now, you think that you can decompose people's souls with tens of millions of mirrors, but you don't know that what you are doing is nothing more than a white horse and a non-horse, and a fish is on the ......."

The person on the screen was still walking, and the corridor still had no end, but I had figured it out, and Sang Qinghong, who was following the person, had already leaped down from the screen and was sitting on a chair at the far end of the hall.

How this happened is impossible to explain.

I just relied on my sixth sense, guessing the process, guessing the outcome, and guessing the postponement of events.

"Your Excellency is Sang Qinghong?" I clenched my fist at the woman.

There is really no need for proof for this question, because I remember her voice.

"Yes. The woman waved, and her shadow instantly reproduced into dozens, filling all chairs, including the one in front of me.

"Where is the 'Divine Mirror'? Where is that person? Where are you?" I asked three "where" in a row, all of which I urgently needed to know.

"I don't know. Sang Qinghong's answer is simple.

Jaina took a step back, reached to her waist, took out a "palm thunder" pistol that was only two inches long, and aimed it at the top of Sang Qinghong's head.

Sang Qinghong hung his head, as if he hadn't seen the gun.

"These are shadows, all people are shadows, she is not here at all. "I warn Jana.

In fact, Sang Qinghong is a soul, and the soul is something more empty than the "shadow" of a human being, even sniper rifle bullets and machine gun bullets can't hurt her, let alone this "palm mine" with an effective range of only three meters.

It is precisely because she is a soul that she is able to reproduce herself infinitely in an instant, just as two mirrors opposite each other can infinitely reproduce any object.

"We ...... All you see are shadows? What are the screens, but also shadows? The research done in the 'Mirror Room' is also all shadows? Shadows are nothingness, and our research is ultimately nothingness......" Jana's voice trembled.

"Yes, everything is empty, and so is the shadow. Sang Qinghong replied.

Jana's arm was raised, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at her right temple.

"Death is the best solution to emptiness. Sang Qinghong said.

The end of Jana's right index finger trembled on the trigger, and it was very likely that she would pull the trigger in the next second and die from the bullet.

I didn't speak, let alone stop Jana, but ordered myself to calm down and search for Sang Qinghong's whereabouts.

Shadows do not appear out of thin air, and will only be generated when there are lights, shadows, and objects.

Sang Qinghong's shadow sat here, her body must exist somewhere. When she thinks she's got Jane, she might reveal a flaw.

"What is the world of death like?" asked Jaina in a trembling voice.

"Abandoning the small body and looking down on the vast sky is the true meaning of death. Sang Qinghong replied.

"Are you dead, or are you alive?

"Xia Worm can't talk about ice, you don't understand it. Only when you are dead can you see my world. Sang Qinghong replied immediately.

I was thinking that the source of the image was the projector on the roof of the hall, and the end of the projector was connected to the cable, computer, and data server. If the cable is cut, then the image disappears and the gallery on the screen is gone.

This is the simplest solution, easy to think of, and easy to do. So, what was the purpose of Sang Qinghong's bold appearance and arrogantly tricking Jian Na into committing suicide? Doesn't she know that she can stop all this by cutting the cable?

She must have known—how could she be so unscrupulous when she knew I could destroy her with a raise of my hand?

I think about it again, Sang Qinghong's identity is an illusionist, what she is best at is to conjure up all kinds of buildings, characters, and scenery in the void to lure the target into the game, once the seduced person is moved, she will be at her mercy and become a doll in her hand.

If you want to escape the tragic fate of becoming a doll, you have to do the opposite and jump out of the routine she set.

I thought about it again, in the current situation, cutting the cable is the most obvious solution, and it is also the action that Sang Qinghong wants me to take, if I go to cut the cable, I will step into her trap. The only way is not to cut the cable and wait for her to show her flaws.

"Miss Janena, calm down, don't shoot!" I shouted.

"If you want to save her, cut the cable, turn off the power, and everything will be over......" Sang Qinghong laughed hideously.

As soon as I said this, I was convinced that my idea was correct.

In the stand-in game, she also bluntly said her thoughts, asking me to kill the Japanese.

Immobility is the only way to restrain the illusionist.

If the heart does not move, the illusionist has nothing to focus on, and in the end he does nothing.

"Okay, I wanted to cut the cable, but now I suddenly changed my mind. Actually, you don't know much about the 'Divine Water Mirror', otherwise it wouldn't have been ghostly for so many years. Now, none of us know what the 'Divine Mirror' is, which means that everyone is standing on the same starting line again. I'm sorry, but your trick is useless to me, so don't waste it. You say you don't know where you are, so let me tell you, Sang Qinghong, you will always exist in your own soul memory, if others don't do it, you will always be imprisoned by your own memory and can't break free. This is the way of heaven, those who are good swimmers drown, those who are good at shooting die by arrows, those who are good at scheming are defeated by thinking, and those who are good at galloping die from horses...... The ultimate outcome of you Japanese illusionists is to be imprisoned in the illusion, not knowing what is true and what is illusion, and being forced to need someone to help you identify it. Now, let me guess, as long as I don't do it, you'll never be able to break free, right?"

After seeing through Sang Qinghong's trick, I suddenly felt that my eyes were clear, and there were no clouds covering the sun.

I walked slowly over to Jane, grabbed her right wrist, and gently removed the "palm thunder".

The expression on Jana's face was still painful, and she was biting her lip, blood oozing from between her teeth.

I opened my arms and hugged her tenderly.

She also stretched out her arms and wrapped her arms around my waist tightly.

"Don't be afraid, everything is an illusion, everything is a shadow, close your eyes and sleep for a while, and when you wake up, nothing will happen. I whispered softly in her ear.

With her face pressed against my chest, Jaanna obediently closed her eyes, her shoulders, which had trembled violently at first, slowly regained her composure.

I ignored Sang Qinghong sitting in the chair, because all of her were phantoms, including the one in the farthest corner.

On the screen, the man is still walking in the endless corridor.

I am sure that it was at that moment that Sang Qinghong fell into that person's trap.

There is no endless corridor in the world, but two or more mirrors are erected in the middle of the corridor, and the real corridor is connected to the "shadow gallery", which constitutes an endless passage between the virtual and the real and the virtual and the real.

Sang Qinghong is good at using illusions, and that person is the supreme thaumaturgy of "using the way of the other and giving back to the other", imprisoning a master illusionist in the illusion.

Compared with the method of King Solomon's imprisonment of the devil in a brass bottle, he was too stupid and tough, and did not reach the super high state of "doing what he wants, taking what he wants".

In this way, the person on the screen is the real supreme master, and he must be the ancestor of my Xia clan.

Looking back, Sang Qinghong on the chair disappeared, and her voice appeared in the screen image again: "After walking for so long, why hasn't it come to an end?"

Epilogue: The strongest of the strong is the stronger of the strong

Since ancient times, China has had the saying that "the strong are more powerful", and there is an ancient adage that "there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts".

Well, in the world of thaumaturgy, the former is undoubtedly used, and what about the latter?

In thaumaturgy, is there also the strongest? Or rather, there is no strongest, only stronger.

I think of the official lady who has left this world forever, in the eyes of the old neighbors of Qushuiting Street, she is a master among the "impermanent", but she is far from reaching the realm of "the strongest and the strongest". On the contrary, the old neighbors thought that the official lady could only be used to "hug the Buddha's feet in an emergency", and those who really had the time, money, and pursuit would bypass the official lady and go farther away to seek help from Shinto and immortals.

There are thousands of Buddhist mountains in Jinan, and many native Jinan people still go all the way to visit Putuo Mountain, repeating the story of "foreign monks chanting scriptures", giving up the near and seeking the farther, and picking the far water to quench the thirst of the near.

Thousand Buddha Mountain and Guan Da Niang are the same tragedy.

At this moment, the old neighbors don't know that the soul of the official lady can be decomposed in nine layers, from which more complex and twisted, obscure and weird stories can be produced. Of course, they don't need to know that even if Aunt Guan is gone, they can find a replacement to complete what Aunt Guan did before.

I feel sad for the official lady, and at the same time I feel sad for myself.

In the world of thaumaturgy, I am like an ant who has just started on the road, with great ambitions, but it is difficult to move forward, and I don't know when I will be able to make a leap in my cultivation and take all the hopes of the Xia clan on my shoulders.

This road is far, dangerous, difficult, and chaotic.

In my life, as long as I choose to go on the road, it is equivalent to saying goodbye to a comfortable and peaceful life forever.

Actually, I have no other choice, because I am Xia Shi, the last descendant of the Xia clan.

The burden of the Xia clan is clearly placed there, who else is it to provoke it?

(End of Volume 1, Jinan, July 28, 2016:

Six kings, four seas and one, Shushan Wu, A Fang out. The decoration of the new home is completed, the sky is high and the sea is wide, and the future can be expected. ）