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A pink figure appeared outside the hall.

Hengjiang heard the laughter, raised his head, and saw that there was already a woman at the gate of the palace.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

Hengjiang asked, secretly pinching the magic trick in his hand, ready to cast the Taiyi Gengjin sword qi at any time, and strike first......

The woman smiled, nodded at Yokoe, and did not speak.

Hengjiang was about to ask again, but there were bursts of dark light in the woman's eyes.

The two looked at each other.

Hengjiang only felt that there was a bottomless whirlpool hidden in the woman's eyes, and in the blink of an eye, his entire mind was pulled into the whirlpool.

"It's ......"

Before Hengjiang could display the Taiyi Gengjin Sword Qi, the woman in front of him had disappeared without a trace.

And when Hengjiang came back to his senses, he suddenly realized that the place where he was was no longer the Peach Forest Palace, but standing on the second floor of a building, and now he was leaning on the railing by the window, looking at the railing.

The scene outside the building is in full view.

This is a water pavilion built on the edge of the lake, the willows outside the building are still around, as for the lake between the willows and the banks, there are many boats, painted boats, carrying some scholars and ladies, playing back and forth.

"I was invaded by the woman's gaze, and I only felt that it was dark in front of me, but now I have come to this water pavilion. I must have fallen for her plot and escaped into an illusion, like a big dream, like a fantasy!"

Hengjiang pinched his arm, but gasped in pain.

"Sure enough, the illusion method of the Xianmen master is more real than his usual dreams. If I pinch my arm in a normal dream, how can I feel pain?"

At this thought, Hengjiang's eyes became more vigilant, and his eyes looked back and forth around, hoping to find the flaws in this illusion, and finally break out of the realm.

However, Hengjiang has only been in the Xuanming Dojo for more than a year, although he has received a lot of secret books from Dugu Xin, and he has made great progress compared to the past for means such as Xianmen spells and Xianmen formations, but for means such as illusions, although he also has a secret book on his body, he has not studied them carefully.

The realm of cultivation determines the height of thinking.

Hengjiang once read the secret book, but many formulas and artistic conceptions in the secret book, with the strength of Hengjiang's current Taoists, although he can understand the literal meaning, it is difficult to understand the true meaning.

"Brother Heng!"

A scholar, holding two folding fans in his hands, strode from the staircase of the water pavilion.

The book was out of breath and out of breath, so he waved his hand and stuffed one of the two folding fans in his hand into Hengjiang's hand, and said: "Brother Heng, I can be regarded as having found you! Let me tell you, where in this world is there no fragrant grass? Why do you bother to never forget that Miss Zhang's family? In life, you have to be rejected several times before you can gradually grow up. After a few years, Brother Heng, you have learned something, rushed to Beijing, and in front of the emperor and the Son of Heaven, participated in the palace examination, won the title of the gold list, and took the top prize. By that time, I don't know how many dignitaries and nobles are waiting to marry the eldest lady of their own golden branches and jade leaves to you. As for the Miss Zhang family in a small town now, where is she still worthy of you?"

These words were conveyed to Hengjiang's ears, and many memories immediately appeared in Hengjiang's heart.

This memory lasted for more than 20 years, from the ignorant childhood, to studying, to participating in the imperial examination and showing talents, to worshipping and preparing to take the exam, and then to today, with many classmates, to the crescent lake spring outing, and then to meet the long-cherished Miss Zhang, impulsively went to confess, but was ridiculed by the maid next to Miss Zhang, and then was driven away by the nurse, and finally sullen alone, came to this water pavilion, ready to commit suicide by throwing himself into the lake.

Many pictures, scene by scene, are extremely clear, as if Yokoe really lives in this world, and has spent more than 20 years of light and shadow.

He can even call the name of the classmate in front of him, think of the origin of this classmate, and know that the name of this classmate is Hu Feiyu, who lives in Qingshan Township outside the city, his parents are still alive, and he has a younger sister......

"What a strong means!"

Hengjiang recalled those whirlpool-like eyes, and was amazed in his heart, and said: "In this fantasy world, I have experienced more than 20 years of life, and the people who are related to me, including classmates, friends, relatives, and neighbors, a total of hundreds of people. And in my memory, these people are actually one by one, vivid, with different personalities and different lives. It was as if they were all living beings living in this world, not constructed by the woman in red because of the power of the illusion. ”

"Brother Heng! The poetry meeting is about to begin, and many classmates, as well as other counties and counties, rushed here, and most of the students who participated in the grand event have already expired. If we don't go again, I'm afraid we won't be able to catch up!"

Hu Feiyu took Hengjiang's arm, turned around and left.

Hengjiang wanted to break free, but now his mind was a little groggy and his limbs were weak, obviously after drinking too much wine, he was slightly drunk.

As for his classmate Hu Feiyu, he is strong and strong, with a lot of strength, and he pulls hard, Hengjiang tries his best, but he can't break free no matter what.

Hengjiang had to stumble and follow behind Hu Feiyu, thinking in his heart: "I have completely become a powerless scholar!"

The venue of the poetry meeting is crowded with people.

of students, gathered in the northwest corner. As soon as Hengjiang came, many classmates surrounded him and said something like how a husband has no wife to comfort him.

Yokoe stood in the middle of the crowd for a while, not knowing what to do......

The poetry meeting lasted for half a day, and then the meeting was dispersed, and Hengjiang also returned with dozens of classmates.

The following days were dull, reading and practicing words all day long.

Hengjiang was bent on finding the flaws in the illusion, but for more than ten days, he found nothing.

It wasn't until the ten-day rest came and Hengjiang rented a horse, left the three book houses, and wanted to be in the city and ask around.

But no matter what, he couldn't inquire about the slightest news about cultivators and people in the Immortal Sect.

In this fantasy world, there seem to be no ghosts, no demons, and no people in the fairy gate.

Hengjiang was unwilling, although he couldn't find any Qiankun bag on his body, and he couldn't take out the pills he used to take every day, but he still remembered in his heart the cultivation mantra of the master's phoenix sun-drying wings.

It's a pity that in this illusion, the degree of cultivation is a few points slower.

It took Hengjiang three years to be admitted to the lifting of people, but when it came to cultivating the method of phoenix wings, he still didn't have the slightest eyebrows.

It took him another ten years to get to the top three, the title of the gold list, and the top prize, but he still failed to get started with the method of phoenix wings.

It wasn't until more than ten years later, after being ordered by the Holy Order, that the first trace of heat arose in his body, and he finally entered the door with the method of drying the wings of the phoenix.

It's just that, according to this algorithm, if you want to open the spiritual aperture and draw qi into the body, I'm afraid it will take another thirty or fifty years......

With the passage of time, more than 40 years later, Hengjiang returned to the capital, and the emperor worshipped him as the prime minister, and Hengjiang introduced the first wisp of heaven and earth aura and became a Taoist.

But at this time, he is already an old dragon clock, and he is about to die, and his life is short.

In this life, Hengjiang has never married a wife in his life, except for being a diligent official, the rest of the time is to practice the method of phoenix wings, until the day of his death, he is still just a Taoist.

Before he died, Hengjiang lay on the bed, looked at the snow-white tent, and thought to himself: "Now that I have spent more than seventy years in this illusion, maybe after I die, this illusion will disappear, and I will return to the peach forest array again and face the woman in red......"

Thinking of this, Yokoe closed his eyes peacefully.

I don't know how long it took, but Yokoe woke up again.

This time, he was lying on the corner of the street, limp and spurting alcohol from his mouth.

Yokoe was shocked in his heart, knowing that this must be another illusion.

He struggled to get up, but his limbs were weak, so he could only lie on the ground, watch the blue sky and the white sun, and wait until the strength of the wine gradually dissipated.

"Daddy, Daddy......"

With a burst of crying, a little girl ran over and threw herself on Hengjiang, crying loudly, "Daddy, Qing'er, please don't drink, okay?"

"Good!"

Yokoe replied firmly.

His memory was tumbling in his heart, and he had already remembered that he was a small shopkeeper selling steamed buns and fritters in this city, and his wife had long since died of illness, leaving only a seven or eight-year-old daughter to follow him.

Since this day, Yokoe really stopped drinking.

In addition to selling steamed buns and fritters to make a living, he spends the rest of his time practicing at home. Until Bai Cangcang, he still only cultivated to the first step of Taoism......

After his death, Yokoe became a different person again and lived another life.

And so on and so forth.

Hengjiang has worked as a cabinetman, a robber, a layman, a landlord, a beggar, a long-term worker, and even a turtle in a brothel Qinglou......

Hengjiang also thought about living a different life, but whenever he wanted to change his career and live some new tricks, there would always be such and such things in his life, so that his life trajectory would unfold day by day according to the original route......

Ten lifetimes!

Hundred lifetimes!

Hundreds of lifetimes!

One life after another, constant rotation.

Add up each life, after hundreds of lifetimes in Hengjiang, he has already lived for tens of thousands of years!

As the world grows, there is always something to forget.

Even if Hengjiang remembered the method of the phoenix drying its wings in his heart, he gradually couldn't remember it completely......... Friends who read books, you can search for "", you can find this site as soon as possible.