"Bang!" All doors and windows were closed at the same moment.

Black edges, like sprawling threads, crisscross the room and eventually fill every corner.

In the empty room, it seemed to have become extremely depressed at this time, and the heaven and earth seemed to be deprived, leaving Qiu Shaohu alone here to face the pity of a girl.

Mercy's body floated slightly, and a chair in the void condensed into shape, and she sat on it, looking lazy like a cat on a long journey, yawning.

"Tea." Lianmo said.

"Nope." Qiu Shaohu confessed.

"Repeat to me what you memorized today." Mercy Mo said.

"It's been memorized a long time ago, and there is nothing to memorize." Qiu Shaohu's tone was low.

"Then clean all sides, there's too much ash." Lianmo seemed bored, and stretched out.

"If it's not the land of the old people, why do the things of the old people?" Lian Mo almost repeated what he had to do every day in the past few years, making Qiu Shaohu a little speechless.

"The old man is close at hand, why not be nostalgic with the old man?" Lian Mo kept wrapping his long black hair around his fingers and said casually.

"There are no old things to recall, and the future is not enough to worry about," Qiu Shaohu said straight to the point: "What are you here for?" ”

If Lianmo didn't go out in person, it would be impossible to bring him back just by relying on this thousand-mile shadow.

But if that's the case, what does she come to herself again?

Qiu Shaohu knew that Lianmo never did superfluous things.

"The future is clear at a glance, only the passers-by are not moving forward," Lian Mo looked at Qiu Shaohu and said, "Your eyes are full of thoughts and doubts. ”

Even thousands of miles away, Lianmo seemed to know what happened to Qiu Shaohu.

Qiu Shaohu was stunned.

The other party glanced at him and directly poked him in the heart, like a general, making the rest of his words meaningless.

In the end, he simply said, "The spiritual truth is dead." ”

"I know." Lian Mo replied lightly, as if not only that she knew about it, but also that she didn't care much about it.

"There's also the matter of the Zhenkang Shrine and the resting place." Qiu Shaohu made a long story short and described a rough description to Lianmo.

"I see." Mercy Mo nodded.

"What the hell is going on with all this?" Qiu Shaohu said, "Why did Lingdi happen to die at this time? Why did Zhenkang Jingu kill him? What do they really want? ”

For all kinds of doubts, Qiu Shaohu has always been puzzled.

"Isn't that what you're looking for?" Lian Mo said for a long time: "If you don't move, you can only see an unknown road; Exploring forward, I saw more forks in the road. At the end of the mystery there is only confusion, and the more people know, the more confused their minds will become. Besides, do you remember, when you left, you told me that it was because you saw an opportunity to leave. ”

A passage of words, like a flash of inspiration, reminded Qiu Shaohua of what happened a month ago.

He clearly remembered that he had sensed a little bit of information in the dark through the star map before deciding to leave, could ......

"Outside the puzzle, there is a little trace I see, and only in the puzzle do I know that I am the biggest variable." "It's not so much that you came across a coincidence, it's better to say that this coincidence is what you're looking for, and no one knows the final result except yourself." If you were to ask me, I would only be the same as I had told you the way of the stars—I really didn't know anything. ”

When Lian Mo spoke, he glanced at Qiu Shaohu more.

From his body, she could naturally feel a stronger starry breath.

It is a vastness of breadth that is difficult to see here.

"Nothing." Qiu Shaohu knew that Lianmo definitely didn't deceive himself, but he also fell silent.

How secret is it that there is nothing recorded in the books of the Forgotten Island?

Could it be that it has something to do with the Holy Emperor Hong?

"The books of the Island of Forgetfulness are incomplete." Lian Mo seemed to see through his thoughts, "We are not immortals ourselves, and there are flaws in what we do. In the long history, there have been some texts on the island of Forgetfulness due to various conditions and a turbulent past. The current texts are the ones that have survived the catastrophe. Even if there are any ancient secrets, they are not known to people now. ”

"In that case, you haven't done anything?" Qiu Shaohu said: "You didn't think about going over to retrieve the lost classics, or make a backup of the current classics?" ”

Such a simple thing to think of, Qiu Shaohu couldn't understand why Lianmo hadn't thought about it.

"Naturally, I thought about it." Lian Mo looked at Qiu Shaohu's eyes, like a peaceful ocean, which made him fall into an unpredictable depth in the reflection, "Otherwise, why do you think I want you to memorize them?" ”

Lianmo's seemingly unintentional words made Qiu Shaohu's back suddenly cold.

He was about to ask Lianmo for clarification.

But I saw that the blackness around me was fading rapidly, and the figure of Mercy Mo gradually melted into the bronze mirror on the table and disappeared.

"Surabaya flows south, and eventually returns to the realm of the north; Ling Huai chased the shadow, how could he know the body of the back. Jia laughed and died, and Jiang Qiu begged to punish himself. The number of lives relied on knows the way, from the beginning to the end. ”

At the end, Lianmo left these few words.

Others will sound confused, only Qiu Shaohu knows, and Lianmo used four allusions in the story of Xianmen in one sentence:

The legendary Surabaya flows from north to south to the sky, and the immortals walked to its end, only to find that it actually ended up flowing back to the birthplace of the North Cangzhi Mountain;

Ling Huai was the tallest giant in the world, until one day he found that there was actually another shadow blocking him, he wanted to see what was taller than him, so he kept chasing that shadow until he was exhausted, and the moment he fell, he did not until it was actually his own shadow;

Jia Huo heard that the immortal said that he would die tomorrow, and after a day of trembling, he found that he was safe, so he laughed, but he didn't think that this laugh would affect his previous stubborn illness, and finally died because of it;

Jiang Mo is a well-known chivalrous man, and his greatest wish in life is to find his father-killing enemy, but in the end he found out that his father died because of himself, so he drew his sword and killed himself.

These four stories have different protagonists and truths, but they all have the same rule, that is, no matter how they change, their respective fates will eventually return to the original track.

As Lian Mo said at the end: Destiny knows the way, from the beginning to the end.

This is also what makes Qiu Shaohu the most uneasy.

He never understood, why did Lianmo save himself in the first place? And why do you have to memorize so many classics?

If she said that she let herself memorize those classics, she regarded herself as the second "Gu Yingting" and as a backup for the blooming classics, why did she let herself leave?

Thinking that he took advantage of the retreat of Lian Mo to get out, and it was at that time that he saw the opportunity, could it be that from the beginning, these were all predetermined by Lian Mo?

Those four stories seem to imply everything.

……

Forgotten Island.

The area closest to the starry sky is brilliant at all times.

Sitting by the lake, she suddenly opened her eyes.

Her eyes were dark, deep and bright.

Her gaze pierced through the layers of starlight, and she could invisibly see the many causes and effects intertwined in the world.

Inadvertently, she stretched out her hand to straighten out a silk thread of fate, this section of the silk thread implicated the island of forgetting, and that section was thousands of miles away, connecting Qiu Shaohu from afar.

There is no doubt that it is precisely because Qiu Shaohu left the Island of Forgetfulness and what he did that made this section of silk thread appear.

It also made the fate of the island and the outside world connected again.

Lianmo's technique is like a butterfly flying, constantly changing, and re-sorting out this messy fate. And follow it, wanting to find more branches.

Each journey will not be a simple line, but will continue to branch, bend, and eventually pull out more things.

Forgotten Island is out of the world and avoids being detected by outsiders. But now, Lianmo wants to take the initiative to find some traces in the world.

In the end, however, Mercy Mo caught nothing.

Her hands were empty, and in her vision, the fate that could be found became blurred.

Maybe it's because the fate of the island itself can't be determined, or maybe it's because someone doesn't want her to find it.

But in any case, decades of eternity, finally made some waves at this time.

Thinking like this, Mercy Mo looked back at another place.

On the opposite side of the lake, there is only one hut. Everyone on Forgetful Island knew that Master Wanyin had always been there and had never come out.

Since decades ago.

……

"Where's Tang Xun?" Bai Yu asked.

"I don't know," Wu Jingxing said, "maybe you are a guest in a big family, maybe you set up a stall on a certain street, but after all, you will be in the city." ”

"It doesn't matter." Bai Yu said, "I'm looking for something, you can help me protect the Dharma." ”

They were now in front of a small river in the city, and the river was rushing and winding in the river, making it impossible to fathom.

From the moment "Taishangji" appeared, Bai Yu always felt that something was wrong, the time when this book appeared was too coincidental, but from beginning to end, nothing happened.

He couldn't help but suspect that someone deliberately left it and erased the traces of his existence.

This is almost an act of changing one's life against the sky, but at his level, it may not be impossible to do it.

And he wants to do the opposite, through the clues left behind, to find out the true whereabouts of the other party.

In particular, not long ago, he noticed a familiar aura, as if an old man had come all the way here.

"It's okay to protect the Dharma, but," Wu Jingxing glanced at him and said, "You have ...... in your hand."

Bai Yu was holding a rattle in his hand, which made him look more like a grandfather who bought toys for his grandson to go home than a master in the world.

"If you pick it up, don't care." said that, Wu Jingxing clearly saw that Bai Yu cherished it in his arms.

But soon, beside the river, Wu Jingxing saw that Bai Yu's white figure suddenly became blurred, turned into countless sharp breaths, cut through countless water waves in the river, and disappeared in place.

Bai Yu is like entering the river of fate with a river, and there are countless doppelgangers of himself, looking for a wisp of breath in the underworld.

Water flows freely, from one to the end, through countless places, everywhere, just as human life changes thousands of times, and the root can still be found.

A moment later, Bai Yu's figure reappeared, his whole body wet and his face gloomy.

In the end, he didn't find the exact trace of the other party, because what he practiced was not the Qimen Divine Machine Technique at all, and he didn't infer some clues accurately.

Those clues that are as slippery as loaches in the water cannot be grasped at all.

The only thing he had was a book in his hand, suggesting that the other party was related to the book.

It's basically the equivalent of knowing nothing.

……

Zhile Zhai.

Li Yixuan looked through a few boxes that were not commonly used, and was a little surprised when sorting out the books.

In her memory, the few things that should have been here were all gone.

"It's weird."

Li Yixuan pondered, could anyone steal them?