It's time to retire [Transmigration Book]

Que Jintian next to him was also shocked by the truth, and his eyes kept wandering between the real Di Sanxian and this so-called Yanjia, full of disbelief: "Impossible... This is absolutely impossible! When that devil died, All Yanjia maps have been burned, we have seen it with our own eyes! You can't make a self-aware Yanjia! It's impossible!"

"You can't, but it doesn't mean that others can't." Di Rong snorted coldly, and said: "Xianhua Guxi has made a lot of achievements in Yanjia. We thought that an ordinary Yanjia might not be able to deceive you, but we didn't expect to do it. It's a surprise to have a conscious one, it's really God who wants to clean you up."

Blossom ancient wash...

Didn't expect to hear such an unexpected name here, Di Sanxian didn't know what it was like, subconsciously looked towards Gu Xi, and was staring intently at Shang Qi Changyan.

In the crowd, he was dressed in white, still as cold as a fairy, and as high as ever, but his eyes that seemed to be painted with sapphire were as hot as fire, as if he was looking at his life's masterpiece, as if he was watching One's own way, as if looking at one's most important thing.

That's right, the most important 'stuff'.

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"Father..." Di Sanxian didn't show a vulnerable expression when he pierced his heart with a sharp knife, but after hearing this ridiculous statement and seeing another self, he subconsciously looked at the person he trusted and respected the most.

His light purple eyes were full of disbelief, full of incomprehension, looking up at the majestic and reliable person, he said hoarsely, "This is fake... isn't it?"

Di Rong glanced at him, without the familiar warmth and trust, as if this Yanjia was useless, not even worthy of his own attention.

The cold wind gushed into the gap in his chest, and Di Sanxian's wooden heart throbbed under the cold gaze.

The truth is self-evident.

But he still didn't want to believe it, and turned to look in the direction of the second senior brother. Tu Nan shook the folding fan in his hand, shook his head and sighed: "Sorry, there is only one junior brother in Nan~"

"That person is not you."

The look of despair in his eyes was even worse, Di Sanxian clenched his teeth, and then looked at his fellow disciples from the Sifang Tianmen, his eyes flicked to familiar faces, many of whom he could name, teach, and tell a story of the past.

But they met their eyes one by one, and each of them went too far, and no one, no one was willing to admit his identity!

"Three delicacies..."

The tree sparrow on the high platform murmured when his friends in the audience looked at him. This only affirmation made Di Sanxian's gloomy eyes instantly light up with hope.He tried his best to prop up his body, as if he was holding on to the only life-saving straw in the ocean, he raised his head and said, "The sparrow!"

Naruto Sparrow was taken aback by that response, he wanted to say something, but when he looked up and saw his friend who was neatly dressed and full of sword spirit, he didn't know what to do.Lowering his head, he once again looked at Yan Jia, who had the same face as his friend but was in a terrible state of distress. His heart became more confused, and his eyes wandered between one person and another Yan Jia, erratically.

The one who shared my adversity, the one who saved me from fire and water, the one who tried the poison for me, the one I like... Is it him, or it?

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he does not know.

The long silence made the light in Di Sanxian's eyes go out.

It turned out that from the very beginning, everyone knew the truth.

It turned out that I was just a tool used to replace the original owner and protect people from disasters.

It turned out that no one cared about me at all.

An irrepressible sense of absurdity came from the depths of his heart. Di Sanxian's eyes were piercingly sad, but his mouth suddenly burst into laughter.

Hahaha………

He has always had a calm temperament on weekdays, and he never lost his composure even in the face of big things.But at this moment, he couldn't control his actions, emotions, and joy. He laughed wildly, as if he heard the most ridiculous joke in the world!

But with a smile, the laughter gradually changed. Di San rested on the ground with one hand, and his eyes, which turned deep purple under the intense emotion, contained the anger of being controlled by life, the powerlessness of being deceived by everyone, and the ignorance of himself. What exactly is the confusion.

fake.

all fake.

Memories are fake, family affection is fake, friendship is fake!

Even this life will be fake!

"There is a truth in your mouth!"

A deep roaring voice was suppressed from his throat. His eyes were bloodshot and his handsome face was somewhat distorted. Facing this group of 'people', he hissed and roared: "I don't believe it!"

In my memory, my father is majestic and kind, my mother is gentle and kind, my brothers and sisters, relatives and friends... the past is vivid in my memory, and I can recall every detail clearly.

Spring flowers and summer wind, autumn water and winter snow.

Every minute, every inch, every moment, every moment, the surprise of practicing sword for the first time, the peace of boating with friends, the warmth of clear sky and sunlight, the brilliance of starry night Milky Way...

All of these, all these moments that make me feel at ease and move me, are all fake?

How could it be fake!

Di Sanxian on the high platform looked down at him, so upright, so indifferent, clearly had the same body as him, clearly had the same memory as him, and looked so high above the audience.There was no sadness or joy in his light purple eyes, he just pronounced the sentence calmly: "I am Di Sanxian."

"You are just a fake."

All the false memories were shattered, and he trembled uncontrollably after being stimulated by this sentence. Di Sanxian, who was in the audience, finally recognized the truth.He gritted his teeth, looked directly at his other self, and asked in a hissing voice, "Why, you made me out!"

"Why, tell me the truth!"

"Why, don't you just kill me!"

With a voice of grief and indignation, every word weeping blood, he almost exhausted all his strength, suppressed the surging anger, and complained in a hissed voice: "A golden order from the Heavenly Gate, I am not afraid of death and came here! A word of honor from the Heavenly Gate, I was You are forced to bear the stigma! The painful struggle, all kinds of torture, you all see it! You only see it!"

"Why! It will be me!"

"why!"

He was angry, he was helpless, but let him growl and accuse, and he didn't even stir up any waves, as if he was a low-level clown, doing funny performances with his teeth and claws, and even giving a little emotion is a luxury.

………………

The anger gradually receded in the indifference of the crowd, replaced by endless emptiness.

He lowered his head, his black hair hanging down from the side of his face, blocking all expressions, the pupils in his eyes trembled uncontrollably, his whole thinking turned into an endless vortex, which almost swallowed his whole thoughts, and he couldn't think for a moment.

In the eyes of others, it is only a moment, but in his mind, it seems to have passed half of his life.

"If I'm not Di Sanxian, if I'm not me, then who am I..."

The suppressed tone leaked from the black hair, he didn't know whether he was asking the righteous way of martial arts outside, or asking himself, he asked hoarsely:

"who I am……"

"You're just a fake." Facing the same appearance and the same memory, Di Rong showed no mercy, two completely different attitudes.He snorted coldly, but he was still a little satisfied and said: "Tianmen Lingbao is the heart, and the spirit is used to instill Xian'er's memory. I didn't expect that a Yanjia can even use Xian'er's sword moves. Gu Xi with flowers Skills, placed a hundred years ago, are not far behind."

Qi Changyan frowned imperceptibly.

In the same way, the Yanjia made by oneself is the highest appreciation.But from the mouth of a hypocrite like Di Rong, he couldn't hear half of his appreciation, and some of them were just perfunctory that couldn't be concealed.

With a faint forehead, no waves on his face, still so cold, his sapphire-like eyes stared unblinkingly at the half-kneeling under the stage, which he had worked hard for many years, and said: "The sect master's business is over. , I brought him back to Liuxiang Tower."

Di Rong resolutely refused: "No."

Qi Changyan's eyes were icy, he looked over coldly, and said, "How can the sect master not keep his word on something that has already been agreed upon?"

The city lord next to him was obviously aware of his Gu Xi's uncompromising temper, he fiddled with the six strings with his fingertips, and stopped him: "Gu Xi."

Di Rong still looked upright, and said: "This Yanjia has my son's memory, knows my Sifang Tianmen Xinjue sword move, and knows so many secrets of Sifang Tianmen, let him go back with you...Xianhua Guxi, What is your peace of mind?"

Seeing that the other party really wanted to break his promise, Qi Changyan began to have fine snow blowing all over his body, his eyes became even colder, and said: "You..."

"Hahahahaha, what a big show!"

Que Jintian, who was clearly restrained and unable to turn over, was lying on the ground, but smiled even more presumptuously than when he first came here.He opened his dark eyes, saw the righteous way on the stage about to turn against him, and snorted coldly: "After so many years, you really haven't changed at all, you are still so insidious and cunning, talk like fart!"

"You can only play lip service." Di Rong snorted coldly, and said: "I will not break my promise, Yan Jia, you can take it back, but before that... first."

He ordered to the son he had cultivated with all his heart, "Destroy it!"

There was a sound of Xiao, Tu Mi was accompanied by snow falling, Qi Changyan was dressed in white, and floated in the air on the wind, his eyes were as cold as ice, and said in a deep voice: "Who dares to touch him!"

Di Sanxian stood still on the stage, reciting the spiritual formula, Zhu Xue came out of her sheath behind her and floated beside her, looking at him calmly with light purple eyes, and said lightly: "Please make way for Gu Xi."

"Don't think about it."

"That would be offensive."

The swords were tense on the stage, and the audience was also undercurrents. Que Jintian used his spirit many times, but found that he could not dissolve the medicine in his body. Coupled with the spiritual net on his body, escape was probably impossible.

Thinking in this way, his dark eyes turned to the already desperate Yanjia, he reached out and touched the spirit treasure on his waist, then suddenly stretched out his hand to grab it, and pulled the Yanjia into his hand with the last of his spiritual power!

In the blink of an eye, Di Sanxian only felt something was stuffed into his chest, the ground under his feet turned into a lake, and countless black claws from nowhere caught the corner of his robe, his arms, his legs, struggling to push him towards The abyss at the bottom of the pool pulls away.

Ming Sparrow's attention on the stage never left him, seeing that he was shrouded in spiritual art at this moment, no matter who it was, he yelled anxiously: "San Xian!" and wanted to come down to save him.

The people who were confronting each other also paused, Qi Changyan rushed down like the wind, but Yan Jia was no longer there.

Tu Nan on the high platform seemed to have expected this step long ago. He kept shaking his fan and looked at the place where Di Sanxian disappeared. His fox-like eyes narrowed in satisfaction, as if the long-awaited calculation had finally been achieved.

He closed the fan with a 'snap', and the word 'Youyu' on it was folded up, and he whispered in a voice that ordinary people couldn't hear, full of interest and expectation, "This time, it's enough for you See the true face of human beings~"

"Next step, how will you go?"

"My little sun."