The Cannon Fodder Big Brother collapsed again

Fang Qian spoke quietly, and the little Taoist seemed to be listening attentively.His dull but bright eyes blinked a few times.

After Fang Qian finished speaking, the little Taoist didn't answer immediately.He waited for a while before he was sure that Fang Qian had finished speaking.The little Taoist smiled shyly, and asked with some doubts: "This gentleman... what are you talking about?"

Fang Qian didn't answer, but Gu Zi continued: "There are also natural glimpses in this world, but they reflect the reality and the present. It's just a novelty to see. It can be practiced to a certain level, and those with special skills can also create a near-real one." It comes from a fleeting moment. This kind of illusion relies on the memory of the practitioner."

Fang Qian seemed to have forgotten that the little Taoist could not see, and nodded his head lightly as he spoke: "Naturally, such fleeting images are completely under the control of the master. When I say complete, it means that the time here is also the same."

Regardless of why Fang Qian can travel through time without aging, after all, he is an outsider. With his own cultivation, he will not become a member of this inexplicable illusion, and naturally he will not be bound by the illusion.

But the little Taoist priest in front of him seems to have no aura of a practitioner at all, but he can still meet Fang Qian several times with such precision and accuracy in the long years, no matter there is no trace of erosion by the years, a fool will know something is wrong.

Although he said he hadn't seen this little Taoist priest last time, he had seen his hexagram booth anyway.Such a thing does not need to be passed down from generation to generation.

The little Taoist didn't seem to understand what Fang Qian said, so Fang Qian continued: "From another point of view, since it is true, the rumors here may also be true. For example, there are dragons in this city. , and the dragon eats people."

The little Taoist thought for a while and explained seriously: "Dragon is an omnivorous eater, but he is also picky eater, and won't eat anything casually."

"Is that why you want the people in this town to develop Gu?"

Fang Qian's voice was frivolous and casual, but Jian Guang was very cold.Jun Hong drew a perfect arc and swept towards the little Taoist's neck.

The sword edge was pushed an inch in front of the little Taoist's neck, and he didn't continue.The thick dragon aura glowed with wisps of golden light, enveloping Fang Qian's sword light softly but irresistibly.

The little Taoist still stood where he was.He didn't move, but the previously slightly ignorant look on his face suddenly became mature and steady.After being told the truth by Fang Qian, the little Taoist stopped hiding.He let out a long sigh, and smiled slightly bitterly: "It's not me, I'm already dying. And... I want to leave this ghost place more than you."

He raised his hand and gently touched his invisible eyes: "The dragon clan is dead, and there is a place for the dragon clan to go."

Fang Qian watched the little Taoist priest's eyes suddenly gushing out a burst of dead air, and almost at the same time he used spiritual energy to protect his body, but then he found that the dead air was tightly wrapped by the little Taoist's dragon energy and could not be released. .The aura on the little Taoist priest's body was still gentle, without any murderous aura.

Fang Qian thought for a while, then put away his sword: "If it wasn't you, then who made this place like this?"

Dragons also have five declines, but this one doesn't look that big, and I don't know why it got mixed up to the point where it ran out of oil.

The most important thing is that Fang Qian found a pair of silver rings on the wrists and ankles of his left and right hands. Behind the silver rings is a long subway chain, with no end in sight. "What's in your hand?"

No wonder I couldn't see the aura and dragon aura on the little Taoist priest at the beginning. Obviously, the dragon is born with a spirit, and there is a golden elixir at birth.It turned out that the chains locked his aura and dragon energy, and did not let them out.

Only at this moment did the little Taoist priest show some horror on his face, and when he moved his body, the long chain trembled: "Can you see it?"

In the past few hundred years, it's not that he hasn't seen other monks who strayed into this place, and it's not that he hasn't thought of asking others for help, but the chains tied to him and imprisoning him here are condensed by immortal energy, called Lock fairy chain.

No matter how strong monks are, they are nothing more than mortals. Although they are so strong that they claim to compete with the sky, in the final analysis, where their abilities lie, they cannot compete.

"The dragon you said can help me get out of here, is it you?" Fang Qian didn't answer, but asked rhetorically, and at the same time cut the iron chain on his wrist with his sword again.

The sword sparked sparks on the iron ring. Jun Hong was nothing more than a spiritual weapon. No matter how he managed to open the fairy weapon, a deep scratch was engraved on it.

The little Taoist's eyes lit up, but quickly dimmed.Fang Qian may have some unknown abilities, but that's all, he can't break the fairy chain.

The little Taoist put his hands behind his back, and he lowered his head slightly, which made his neck look slender and beautiful.He paused for a moment, as if he had calmed down his disappointing expectations, before answering Fang Qian's question: "I don't remember meeting Mr., and the dragon Mr. mentioned probably wasn't me."

Fang Qian thought of the golden dragon he had seen once, as if it had flashed by in the long river of time.

Before Fang Qian came back to his senses, the little Taoist's expression suddenly changed: "He is here."

The little Taoist finished speaking and then said: "I am not the only one who controls the world you see." Then he disappeared in front of Fang Qian.

Fang Qian returned to the silent night in the blink of an eye, and countless shadows lurked in the dark corners, taking advantage of the moment when he appeared undefended, they immediately spread up.

The sword energy oscillated, and those shadows were pushed and rolled into the distance by the sword energy.

Fang Qian stood in the middle of the road, lost in thought.He didn't finish the question just now, according to Li, what he saw in the fleeting glimpses should be pictures of people he knew.So even if the little dragon didn't mention it, he guessed that it was not just one person's memory.

So when he first guessed that he was still in it, he suspected that it was in Tang Jingci's memory.

But it's obviously wrong, let's not talk about whether the old master has lived so long, he has searched the whole town but can't find a trace of him.

A fleeting image bears the memories of two people, so who is the other person?Who is there every time...

Thinking of this, Fang Qian naturally looked at the Chunsheng store on the corner of the street.

Except for the little Taoist priest, the only one that exists in every time period is the old man who is neither dead nor alive.But he had never seen this person before, could it be that he had some connection with his master, he had met indirectly, but forgot?

He hasn't reached the age of old age and amnesia...

Or, that old man is actually a little Taoist with two bodies?Is there another person here?

Fang Qian walked towards Chunsheng while thinking about all the possibilities he could think of.

In the dark night, the doors and windows of the shop were closed, and Fang Qian didn't know if he had become sensitive. He always felt that the yin energy in this place had become much stronger.

As soon as Fang Qian stood still in front of the store, all of a sudden, the doors of the surrounding shops and houses were pushed open vigorously, causing a series of noises in the silent night.Fang Qian looked back and found that those people who were afraid of the night and looked like walking corpses all walked out of the house with dumb faces.

Their eyes were fixed on Fang Qian.

To be honest, the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts is also a little bit more beautiful than this scene. It is lively anyway, and there are many kinds of tricks and colorful colors.Unlike here, at most it can only be said to be a scene of Xiangxi driving corpses.

The common people acted without initiative and came towards Fang Qian.It's just that the closer they got, the slower their speed would be, as if there was some fear.Fang Qian looked at the burning candle in his hand, shook it to everyone, the light shook violently, and almost went out, but the eyes of the people were still fixed on Fang Qian.

It seems that it wasn't the candlelight that made them afraid, then... it was this shop.

Fang Qian turned to face the store door again.Sure enough, the people with extremely low intelligence should have been involuntary at this time, but they still didn't dare to go forward.

And Chunsheng's store door has already opened by itself.

Fang Qian walked in without any hesitation, a thin layer of dust rose from the soles of his boots.

After he stepped into Chunsheng, the door of the store closed itself behind him, tightly closed, preventing any light or sound from outside.

In Chunsheng's shop, the old man was not seen on the first floor.The faint candlelight illuminates the Bogu shelves in the store.The objects above are still the ones that Fang Qian stepped into this place a few times before, without any change.

"anyone there?"

He stood in the middle of the shop and waited quietly for a while.I didn't see that crooked figure walking down the winding wooden building either.Fang Qian glanced at the candle that was about to be extinguished in his hand, and walked towards the stairs.

He has stayed on the first floor twice, but he has never seen what the second floor looks like.Although the old man said his actions were slow, he knew the future well.Since he took the initiative to come down to entertain Fang Qian before, it makes no sense not to come down now.

Fang Qian went all the way up.The Yin Qi on the second floor is heavier and darker.Even for Fang Qian, the golden core in his body couldn't help but circulate quickly to dispel the erosion caused by Yin Qi.He thought he wasn't walking too slowly, but when he was halfway upstairs, a gust of wind blew out the candle in his hand.

Fang Qian's footsteps stopped.He put away the candle lamp, and continued to go up in the dark.It's just that Jun Hong hanging on his waist was slightly unsheathed, revealing a little sword light.

Unexpectedly.When he came to the second floor, he felt suddenly enlightened.

The bright moon shines on the window lattice, and the wind blows the curtain slightly.Although there were no lights on the second floor, the faint moonlight was enough for Fang Qian to see the place clearly.The second floor of the small building is an entire flat floor, there is no division of rooms, and there is no stranger.

A couch was set up in the corner, half-covered by a screen, and a blue long gown was hung on it.

On another wall, wooden lattices of various sizes are inlaid, and many bottles of various sizes are placed, many of which are glazed products.

Fang Qian just wanted to see what was in those bottles, but as soon as he stepped out, he stopped again.

He turned to look at the window.There was another gust of breeze, and the curtain shook slightly.From his point of view, the bright moon outside, and the wooden reliefs on the window sills can form a good view.

But why are there windows here?It's still open?