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Su Ji slowly propped up his eyes, and the sunlight pierced through a gap in front of him.

The walls of the room were peeled off on all four sides, and the corners were covered with dusty cobwebs. The bone had been mottled and mottled by moths or rats, and was so torn apart that it was thrown into a plate and no longer had flames.

Su Ji's heart ached, but he was helpless. He couldn't help but sigh that even though the true scripture was not afraid of fire refining, he was also afraid that the moths with a heart would eat and corrupt it.

He picked up the plate under the bones and looked at it again, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became. The plate has a notch the size of a thumbnail on the edge and mold on the back.

Isn't this the plate that the old beggar knocks every time he eats?

Su Ji hurriedly wiped off the mildew with his hands, only to see the four golden words "Creation Jade Butterfly" appear on the plate. It turned out to be the real treasure, no wonder the old beggar would not leave an inch. It's a pity that the beast bone is no longer there, and I'm afraid no one will be able to understand the mystery of this plate anymore.

The plate was put into his arms, and Su Ji stood up with his stiff body propped up.

There was a gurgling sound of bones in my ears, and my nose smelled the smell of wine, which came from a jar of wine on the table. He lifted the wax-sealed lid and was greeted by a rich aroma that only vintage wines have. This wine was originally a jar full, but now there is less than half of it.

He picked up the jar and drank it, the syrup slid over the dry taste buds, the sweetness in his mouth gradually became rich, this should have been a new wine for a year, and it tasted like ten years of aging!

Just when Su Ji was puzzled, Li Hongjun's voice broke the silence.

"You're finally awake. ”

Su Ji turned his head suddenly, only to see that the bronze bell that had originally hung on the door had turned earthy green. He stepped forward to wipe the dust and patina off the bell, and the bright green body of the bell reflected his face. Through the tousled hair on his forehead, he noticed a long strand of hair growing from his mouth. He played with his beard incredulously, and then heard Li Hongjun say again:

"It's been nine years......"

Su Ji suddenly understood that the ninety days in the original yin and yang artistic conception were nine years in the earthly world, no wonder those cultivators were all long-lived and hundred-year-old. Compared with Su Ji nine years ago, he can be said to be reborn now and full of economy.

Although he had only read that beast bone for seven nights, the seven schools of thought involved in it covered almost all the wisdom of human beings since Chaos. He spent nine years learning the knowledge that ordinary people can't learn in a few lifetimes, and now he is not under his two elder brothers.

Although he learned a lot in one go, it still needs to pass the test of time between understanding and mastering. No matter how much a person understands the truth, he cannot do things exactly according to the reason. It's like an alcoholic who knows how much alcohol hurts his body, but he can't stop drinking.

In the past nine years, Li Hongjun has also grown slightly. After countless ideological struggles, he finally decided to tell Su Ji what he saw when he shook the bell.

Su Ji heard from Taijia Zhenren that Hongjunling could gain insight into the heavens, so he wanted to use the Yin and Yang Nine Palace Zen he practiced to cooperate with Hongjunling for a trial. He planned to list the hexagrams for the future in the house, sit cross-legged on the two instruments and shake the bell to see what Li Hongjun could see this time.

Li Hongjun preferred to die at first. And Su Ji used the convincing reason of "helping him to be a man again" to make him willing to be tortured again.

Su Ji sat in the center with a tortoise shell in the shape of a yin and yang taiji fish, raised the Hongjun bell, and asked:

"Are you ready?"

Li Hongjun pleaded tremblingly:

"Please shake it slowly, I can't stand you in this body. ”

"Hehe, I'm really going to start shaking you......"

"Shake it, I'll take it!"

"Bell bell bell ......"

"Pain Pain ......"

Accompanied by the ringing of the bell, a scene emerged, Li Hongjun endured the great pain in his head, and described the picture he saw:

"Clean thatched cottage...... Seven chairs...... Seven teacups...... Seven futons...... There are seven more people...... You're one of them...... It's just you lying in bed...... Everyone else is standing around you......"

Su Ji was overjoyed and said with a lewd smile:

"Could it be my six wives standing next to me?"

Li Hongjun said: "...... Maybe. Most of them are men, though. ”

Su Ji was suddenly choked back by Li Hongjun's words, and asked pitifully:

"Not even a woman?"

"There is a ......"

Su Ji asked with a little relief:

"How does she look?"

"Not bad...... Very beautiful...... But she's probably not going to like you. ”

"Why?" asked Su Ji unconvinced.

"Because she looks so much smaller than you...... These people are generally very different in age from you...... The youngest is probably not born yet...... And also...... You have a red bracelet twisted in your hand...... The beads on the bracelet are also a full seven...... Your brow is furrowed...... I seem to have a lot on my mind......"

"What clothes are those people wearing, and what do they look like?" asked Su Ji anxiously.

"I feel so dizzy, so sleepy......"

"Hey, don't sleep!"

The color of the bell suddenly became dull and dull. Su Ji shook the bell vigorously, but no matter how he shook it, Li Hongjun's voice never came out again.

"Seven, it's all seven......" Su Ji muttered to himself.

He recalled that the meteors that pierced the sky in the artistic conception were also seven. His expression gradually became solemn. He had never thought about it after the age of seventeen, and he didn't know what kind of life he wanted, but he was sure that it would not be what it was now.

Su Ji stared at the rotten door, motionless.

Nine years.

How many nine years are there in a mortal's life?

In the past nine years, how many people have passed by in the outside world? How many things have happened? How many years have passed? How many meteors have slid across the night sky of Chaoge? How many winds, snow, and moons have passed quietly with time?

At this moment, behind the door, it was as if a voice told him that if he found the other six people, he would know everything.

At that moment, he decided to leave the Qingling Temple, but there was still an unsolved knot in his heart that was bothering him. Before leaving, he had to confirm one last thing himself.