"Thirty-eight years of decline......"

But now it is obviously the end of the thirty-ninth year of decline, and he has already left Ping'an City, how can time go back?

Ning Shu thought like this in his heart, he was almost sure that he was experiencing an illusion, and the place where the illusion began was the chaos from the eighth floor to the ninth floor of the meditation tower, but he didn't know what kind of test there was after that chaos, and he could restore his life in Ping'an City very realistically.

However, I knew that this was a fantasy, but I couldn't find a way out.

Ning Anyi saw a little confusion in Ning Shu's eyes, his eyes were red, and a trace of grievance couldn't help but appear on his face, and he pursed his mouth and shed two lines of tears.

"Are you alright, aren't you still injured...... It must be like this, I'll go and call you Langzhong. ”

Listening to these words in his ears, for some reason, Ning Shu suddenly panicked, as if he had forgotten something important.

"I'm fine...... What about the old scholar?" he asked as hesitantly as he tried to calm himself down, frowning hesitantly.

If it is really thirty-eight years old at this time, the old scholar should not have died, and maybe he can find a way to solve the illusion from this.

"Who is the old scholar?" Ning Anyi asked with some surprise: "Where did the old scholar come from, the oldest teacher in the city is Mr. Jingxin in the west of the city, who is only over forty years old, where can he be called old, if he knows, he will say that you are talking nonsense." ”

It's like a thread in his brain is broken, when Ning Anyi said that there was no old scholar here, Ning Shu seemed to be given some kind of mandatory order, and all kinds of questions about the old scholar disappeared in his heart in an instant, as if there was no such person in the first place, and he couldn't even remember the question he had just asked.

"Maybe you've been in a coma for too long and haven't woken up yet, let's go, I'll take you outside to bask in the sun. Ning Anyi said as he pulled up Ning Shu and walked outside.

Ning Shu's mind was in chaos, like a marionette walking out of the door with Ning Anyi.

The sun was shining, the clouds were thin and transparent, and the slightest hint of it was swaying in the wind.

The warm sun shone on him, and for a moment, Ning Shu felt that these pictures were so real, and Luocheng, Taifu, Yuan Youtao, and Xie Ximeng all seemed to be a dream last night.

"Who am I......" Ning Shu sat on a bamboo chair in the courtyard, looking at everything familiar around him, and asked himself a little blankly.

"You're my fiancé!" Ning Anyi said with a smile: "What stupid thing to say, we are about to get married, you shouldn't regret it." ”

"Fiancé?"

"Yes, my father has already agreed to marry you, if it weren't for the sloppy Taoist priest who said that he wanted to find a good day and an auspicious day, we would have already married!"

Ning Anyi's face flushed, his voice became quieter and quieter, and finally he was a little embarrassed, raised his hand and gently slapped Ning Shu's shoulder.

"Marriage ......" The purple in Ning Shu's eyes became lighter and lighter, so shallow that only black pupils remained.

He subconsciously grabbed his hand to his side, trying to grab something to prove that he had heard correctly, but he touched something cold, but it was the fifty strings around his waist.

Thirty-eight years after the decline, Ping'an City, fiancé, married......

Why are there fifty strings?

Where did this sword come from?

Why is this sword called Fifty Strings?

This is a very contradictory question, contrary to cause and effect and logic, but for Ning Shu at this moment, every time he thinks about this, it seems that there are countless axes chopping in his mind, and the severe pain makes him forget what he was thinking about, and the rest is only confused.

He wanted to get rid of this pain, and the feeling of hovering on the edge between reality and illusion was more torturous than any physical injury.

Ning Shu jumped up from his chair and ran out of the door desperately.......

"Ning Shu, where are you going?"

"Ning Shu...... Ning Shu ......"

"Ningshu ......"

The shouts of the girl behind her became smaller and smaller, Ning Shu ran forward desperately, the scenery on both sides became more and more blurred, and there were constantly surprised and complaining voices, as if they had knocked over someone's pavement, and it seemed to have disrupted someone's travel convoy.

If the people on both sides can clearly see the expression on the face of this running young man, they will find that there is not the slightest joy, anger and sorrow, but a kind of confusion, confusion that does not know what to do.

The reason why Ning Shu wanted to run away was not because of the words "getting married" or "fiancé", because he would not marry Ning Anyi at all, this peaceful city is fake, and Ning Anyi is also fake, no matter how real the illusion is.

But this kind of red dust made Ning Shu have a strong feeling that if he stayed here for a second longer, he would be closer to this world, and everything along with the real world would be wiped out, and over time, he would really become a part of the peaceful city in this fantasy world.

kept running, I don't know how long I ran, even the monk who was looking at the habitat was tired, coupled with the continuous wear and tear of the memory in his head, Ning Shu's legs went weak and fell to the ground.

......

......

In the vast mountains of Taifu, an unknown place.

The air flowing in the air is clearly like the undulating surface of the water, and it is like a transparent mirror.

The water reflects the sky, the mirror reflects the human figure, and this void reflects two different images.

"Is this an illusion?" a childish voice sounded beneath the void.

"The illusion is artificially created, and in the end, no matter whether you can find the person who casts the spell or not, as long as you find a flaw in it, or the realm is high enough, you can get rid of it, but in this chaos is their own inner state of mind, if they can't break it themselves, even me and your senior sister can't break free. ”

Ji Chaosheng looked at the picture in the void, and the expression on his face was particularly solemn.

"Lu Xingyi has already been broken, originally he could easily get out of the chaos and come to us, but after all, he was still too obsessed, causing him to fall deeper and deeper, although he didn't know what he saw, but the longer it was, the more difficult it was to break free. ”

"And this child named Ning Shu, I thought he was just weak, but I never thought that there were so many things hidden in his heart, unlike Lu Xingyi's obsession, he wanted to break free from the beginning, but he fell into a deeper place in his heart. ”

I don't know what he experienced in his early years, but there is such helplessness in his heart. The woman in the dark blue robe said with some pity in her tone.

"I've seen him a few times, and he seems to be a pretty good kid, but he's too cautious to open up to others. Ji Chaosheng sighed.

"After all, he is a poor man who has come back from the brink of life and death. ”

"When he can find his true self one day, he can be regarded as understanding his true self. ”

......

......

The cry of the woman, the cry of the baby, and the rough cry......

When these voices reached Ning Shu's ears, they awakened a memory that he was most reluctant to recall.

As the cry became clearer and clearer, Ning Shu opened his eyes, and what he saw in his eyes, the pictures in the depths of his memory were like a surging tide.

At this time, he was not in the city of Heian, and he did not return to the ancient tower, only the dead branches and leaves, the dark mountain, and the bloody water under his feet that had been soaked in the rain and exuded a fishy smell.

The huge mountain has completely obscured the setting sun, and the dark red light condenses on the edge of the mountain, and is swallowed up by darkness little by little as time passes.

Ning Shu leaned against a tree, there was not a single leaf on the tree, and the trunk had also lost the protection of the bark, looking at the traces on it, it didn't look like it fell off naturally, but it seemed to have been forcibly detained.

There were messy footprints all around, and there was red blood in the dents of the footprints, and the grass that had just sprouted in the blood water had been broken off at the waist, lying sideways in the blood water, and could no longer see the next day's sun.

The road below the mountain was noisy, lamenting and ferocious, and filled with chaos.

Ning Shu tried to stand up, but found that he couldn't use his strength at all, as if he had been running for a long time, and his legs were as heavy as lead.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that he couldn't hold the hilt of the fifty-string sword in his hand, and even the sword body was about the same height as him.

......

......

The Qingcheng Mountains are very large, and they are called Nanling to the south, and they extend to the southern countries.

Ning Shu held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and walked on the rugged mountain road with difficulty, often seeing people walking back on the wrong path, in twos and threes or alone, all of them were embarrassed and panicked.

When he met frightened women and children, he moved to the side of the road, and when he met a fierce man, he hid behind a tree.

After several waves of crowds, an old woman gave him half a pancake and left in a hurry.

Ning Shu looked at the baked cakes in his hand that had dried up into lumps, kept dropping slag, and there was still dust on them, and after being silent for a while, he determined what kind of environment he was in now.

In the 31st year of the decline, the southern countries experienced a drought that was rare in a century, and there was a plague rampant, which coincided with the change of political power in the countries, the chaos of the national system, and the people's livelihood.

Under such a natural disaster, man-made disasters are inevitable, the political power dominated by the Huling Kingdom is divided, and the radical faction even continues to send troops to harass the southern border of the Shen Dynasty, so the people are pouring into the Shen Dynasty to seek refuge because of drought, plague and even military disasters.

As a god dynasty, Ping'an City is close to the frontier and relies on Qingcheng Mountain in the Nanling Mountains, so it has caused a large number of refugees to vote, and it cannot be accepted for a while.

Ning Shu was only six years old at the time, but he had already helped the city defense army to start doing things, and he had been lost in the mountains once, if Chen Shanhai hadn't brought someone to find him in time, he was afraid that he would have been filled with hungry refugees at that time.

Now that he was back in this memorable scene, he didn't have time to think about whether it was a fantasy or not, because there was no army from Heian City by his side at this time, and everything was up to him.

At the age of six, he doesn't have any mana, and he only has a long sword that he can barely hold by his side.

And he will be dealing with refugees who may already be hungry.