Luo Zhuo's steps stopped in mid-air, he frowned and thought for a long time, and he couldn't remember why he was here and what he was going to do.

"Little Brother Luo, do you want a bowl of wontons?" When Luo Zhuo was struggling, Zhang San suddenly opened his mouth and greeted, Luo Zhuo has been here for seven days, and he will watch Zhang San go out of the stall every day, and he still knows Zhang San.

"Uncle Zhang, you're really hungry for this, let's have a bowl of wontons. Luo Zhuo said with a smile, sat down at Zhang San's stall, a bowl of wontons went down, Luo Zhuo didn't notice a hot current rushing straight from his abdomen to the sea of knowledge, but after entering the sea of knowledge, he was isolated to a corner by the power of Luo Zhuo's divine sense.

Although Luo Zhuo had forgotten everything, even forgetting his own cultivation, the caution imprinted in the depths of his soul had not been forgotten, and as soon as this foreign spiritual power entered the sea of knowledge, he was spontaneously isolated from it.

After eating the wontons, Luo Zhuo said goodbye to Zhang San, walked out of the inner city, and walked all the way, everyone he met greeted him one after another, and Luo Zhuo also responded, but even he didn't notice it, his brows furrowed slightly.

Along the way, he met Bai Zhantang and Sonam, who were dart masters, Zhou Mengchun and Zhang Zhenbang, who ran a money bank, and Wang Qishao, who was a gentleman, but all of them seemed to have forgotten their original identities, as if they had been living in Jinping Mansion all along.

Luo Zhuo is the same, in his memory, his name is Luo Zhuo, born in Jinping Mansion, twenty years old this year, is a down-and-out scholar, his parents died early, and now he runs a bookstore, barely making a living.

Walking into the familiar and unfamiliar bookstore in the south of the city, this is a small shop in front of the store and a small shop in the back, the façade is full of traces of time, and you can see the loneliness of the store at a glance.

"Boss, is the latest Peony Pavilion here?" As soon as he opened the door of the store, Luo Zhuo heard a voice behind him. Now Luo Zhuo had forgotten his cultivation. Someone came behind him without noticing.

When he turned around, he saw a woman standing not far behind him, if Luo Zhuo's memory was still there, it would naturally be seen that this woman was exactly the same as Wen Ya, but now, he didn't know.

The woman was followed by a little maid, it turned out to be Ji Ziyue, and there was a carriage parked behind them, and at first glance, it was everyone's ladies. It's not like Luo Zhuo, a down-and-out scholar, can compare.

"It may take a few more days, the weather is bad in the past two days, and the caravan is probably delayed. Luo Zhuo said without thinking, he didn't know why he said that.

"When the book arrives, please send a copy to the Fu Yin Mansion, here is the book money. The woman said, asking the maid to hand Luo Zhuo a small piece of silver, then turned and got into the carriage, and the group left.

Luo Zhuo put away the small piece of silver. Thinking that the living expenses of the past few days have been settled, I then opened the door of the store, cleaned up the stacks of books familiarly, and sat behind the counter. I picked up a book and shook my head and read it.

A year of negligence has passed, and this year Luo Zhuo has lived a very peaceful life, guarding his own bookstore, although he can't be rich and rich. But it is also a person who eats enough and the whole family is not hungry, this year, many matchmakers came to the door to say matchmaking, but either the other party disliked Luo Zhuo's poor family. Either Luo Zhuo doesn't like it, in short, he is still a single person.

But the young lady of Nafu Yin is gentle and elegant, basically comes to buy a script once a month, and gradually gets acquainted with Luo Zhuo, but there is no cliché story that everyone likes a down-and-out scholar, and they are just acquaintances who can say a few words when they meet.

Of course, Luo Zhuo didn't have any ideas, but thinking about the gap between himself as a poor scholar and Miss Fu Yin, he was no longer delusional. He is actually very indifferent, he has no idea about the relationship between men and women, and he is already very satisfied with watching the bookstore every day.

In addition to reading, one of Luo Zhuo's favorite things is to go to eat Zhang San's wontons under the big locust tree at the city gate, and by the way, he also listened to Zhang San's storytelling.

Time flies, never stops for any reason, year after year passes, Luo Zhuo has changed from a young man to a middle-aged man, and then he has grown old year after year, he has never married, and his bookstore has been tepid.

Over the years, he has watched Zhang San, who sells wontons, grow old, watched his son take over his wonton stall, and also watched the granddaughter of Zhou Mengchun, the richest man in Jinping Mansion, get married, and the dowry was loaded with dozens of cars.

He is like an outsider, coldly watching the rise and fall of the world, but it has nothing to do with him, when he was young, he liked to go to the city gate under the big locust tree to eat Zhang San's wontons, listen to him tell stories, after Zhang San died, Luo Zhuo's favorite thing to do became to go to the city gate under the big locust tree to tell people stories.

I don't know why, he has to go to the big locust tree for two hours every day, and would rather not even do business, otherwise his heart is uneasy, these two hours are also the happiest time for the children in the city, because the white-haired old man is going to tell stories again.

Suddenly, for decades, Luo Zhuo finally got too old to walk, he never married, no children and no daughters, only Zhang San's son, occasionally came to see him, but Luo Zhuo has been reading all his life, and his mentality is much more peaceful than that of ordinary old people, on this day, he had a premonition that the time limit was approaching, he changed into clean clothes, and then sat at the door of his bookstore, looking at the crowd coming and going, he was extremely peaceful, although he was not rich and wealthy in his life, but also had a clear conscience, the only regret was that he always felt that there was something very important not to do.

But it doesn't matter, life is unsatisfactory nine times out of ten, it can't be perfect, he is now approaching, people die and everything is empty, and he must let go of it.

Luo Zhuo watched the sunrise and then the sunset, when the sun disappeared in front of him on this day, Luo Zhuo exhaled the last breath of this life, and at the moment when he closed his eyes, he seemed to see countless scenes, there were steel beasts, and there were immortals flying in the sky.

After closing his eyes, when Luo Zhuo opened his eyes again, he found that he was not dead, but appeared under the big locust tree at the city gate, and in front of him, a person was looking at him with a smile.

"It's you!" Luo Zhuo's pupils contracted suddenly, and in an instant, all his memories returned, his mind seemed to explode, and the painful Luo Zhuo hugged his head, for more than a hundred years, Luo Zhuo didn't know how much food he had eaten, even though he was isolated from the sea of consciousness by his subconscious, but the spiritual power that had accumulated for a hundred years was much more than his original spiritual power, that is, his body tempered by Zixiao's refining form was not supported by this spiritual power.

"It's rare to be able to absorb my spiritual power in my spells. The person on the other side had a smile on his face and said, "No wonder I was able to walk over from Jiang Yiping's side and destroy Feng Siniang's windbag, I really have some ability." ”

"If you really have the ability, you won't fall into the phantom array of your predecessors. Luo Zhuo shook his head and smiled bitterly, he was not worried about his life, if the person in front of him wanted to kill him, he would have ten thousand chances in the illusion array, even if he didn't do anything and couldn't get out of the illusion, Luo Zhuo would die one day.

"With the cultivation of the Mahayana period, you can stay awake for seven days in my dream for a thousand years, and you are proud enough. The person opposite Luo Zhuo said with a smile, "If you enter the scope of my Dao Law and stay awake from beginning to end, no one below the Golden Immortal has done it yet, and you have done a very good job." ”

He was telling the truth, but Luo Zhuo was still helpless in his heart, after entering Hangu Pass, he was hit again and again, in the face of these old monsters, he had no power to fight back at all, even if the second pass guard was no longer there, the windbag left behind almost killed Luo Zhuo, if it wasn't for Jiang Yiping's Shura knife, he couldn't help the windbag.

It's even more exaggerated to reach this third level, he was completely toyed with in the palm of his hand, if it weren't for the fact that the third level guards were also Terrans, and they had no killing intent at them, they would really be wiped out this time.

"Senior, I wonder where my companions are now?" Luo Zhuo asked with a bitter face.

"Right behind you, it's just that they didn't wake up as soon as you did. The person opposite Luo Zhuo pointed behind Luo Zhuo with his chin, and pointed behind Luo Zhuo with his chin as he spoke.

Luo Zhuo looked back and saw Wen Ya, Su Yan and the people of the Eight Great Families all lying on the ground, but they seemed to be breathing steadily and were fine.

"Thank you seniors for your mercy, I don't know when they will wake up. Luo Zhuo arched his hand.

"Don't thank me, it's your ability to wake up, they have gone through a lifetime, but none of them have woken up, when they can wake up depends on their creation, a dream unfolds for a thousand years, even if it is me, I can't control the direction of it, I can only wait and see what happens. That could be the man who guarded the place shook his head and said.

Luo Zhuo's face showed a look of worry, he didn't understand how to get out of the illusion, he woke up inexplicably, he didn't know how to wake up at all, but he also saw that this guard would not interfere with the things in the dream, whether he could wake up or not was completely up to them.

"Senior, I wonder how long it took me to wake up?" Luo Zhuo asked.

"Three days, although it is not the fastest, can be ranked in the top five among the young people I have met in my life. The man laughed.

"Dare to ask the senior's name?" Luo Zhuo asked, he couldn't figure out the character of this guard, and it was not strange to have many people, so it was better to pull in the relationship first.

"The old man's surname is Zhang, and he is the third in the family, so everyone calls me Zhang San. The guard said with a smile. (To be continued.) )