This series of changes came so fast and suddenly that Qi Chen couldn't react in time.

Long Ya was still trapped in the anger of being calculated by others, and his face was extremely ugly. He glanced at the entire courtyard that reappeared, raised his hand to put away the long knife, and said to Qi Chen: "The real exit was cut off by me. So the time in this illusion has flowed, and we can go out after a while."

Qi Chen let out an "ah", glanced at the restored bluestone slab ground, and the old locust tree that was still luxuriant, and asked in doubt: "The real exit? You mean the old locust tree? But this one We took a close look at the old tree, and the wind and the swinging of the branches are regular—” Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped.

Although at the moment they watched, the old locust tree seemed to be moving at the same angle and frequency, going round and round, which was still in another sense.But when the sound appeared from the old locust tree, the branches and leaves of the tree were different, and they kept shaking with the sound. When excited, they trembled more violently, and when they were calm, there was only a slight rustling sound, as if it was still. The illusions are contradictory and harmonious.

As for the ants—

The ants were actually a bunch of ants crawling out from the roots of the tree, but they excluded the old locust tree at first, and didn't connect the exit with the tree, so the ants drew their attention to the ground paved with bluestone slabs instead. , so that the four paper symbols were dug out.

As soon as the paper talisman appeared, they subconsciously felt that this was the person's purpose—if they didn't break the talisman, they couldn't get out, and if they wanted to get out, they had to break the talisman.

However, Long Ya has always hated being led by the nose, and he is very stubborn, not to mention people who are familiar with him, but anyone who has a little contact with him can see his character.

The more he is asked to break the talisman, the less he will break it, not to mention that the talisman papers appear one after another, even Qi Chen, who does not understand the affairs of gods and ghosts, can see that this is intentional. Good intentions or bad intentions...Which person with good intentions would make such a detour?

It was expected that Longya did not break the talisman and chose a simple and rude way to get out of the illusion, so the man played a serial trick and pretended to persuade Qi Chen and Longya to break the talisman in the pit. His words seemed good but not good , half-truths.

If Long Ya and Qi Chen were really innocent and easy-to-deceive people, they would be persuaded with a few words, and if they really tried to pull the talisman paper, the tricks they played would not work.

It is precisely because the two of them are not so easy to be persuaded by others, the more they are persuaded, the more suspicious they become, and the more they are encouraged to tear up the talisman paper, the less likely they will be to tear it up, that is why that person's subsequent schemes.

In particular, Long Ya is notoriously impatient, and he is very easy to get angry when facing people with bad intentions. That person repeatedly said that Qi Chen would not live to be 25, and his tone sounded unhurried, even a little bit The taste of earnestness, in fact, specifically picked Longya's minefield, and finally made Longya angry as he wished.

The moment when the hand raises the knife and falls, it is the time to really enter the set.

Qi Chen stood in the changing courtyard, recalled the previous scene, finally figured out the ins and outs, couldn't help but look up at Longya.After all, being plotted one after another is absolutely unbearable for a person of his personality. If he didn't immediately turn into a mad knife and mess up this place and even this area, it would be considered restraint.

Being stared at by him, Long Ya finally regained his composure. He probably felt that talking to Qi Chen with that ferocious face might implicate his innocence, but the anger in his heart couldn't be suppressed, so after the two sides fought, they When he turned his head to look at Qi Chen, his expression froze between ruthlessness and gentleness——with a bland smile, he said to Qi Chen: "Don't take those trivial things to heart, you won't live past 25. Put his mother's fart! In this life, if I have Longya for one day, I will definitely keep you safe and long! Let alone 25, two hundred and fifty will not be a problem."

Qi Chen: "..." Team leader Long, you really look like a threat with that expression on your face, do you know that? !

"But Team Leader Long—" Qi Chen thought for a while, and said to Long Ya: "According to the meaning between the lines of that character, I must solve the talisman array? But if I really have to solve it, then why did you drop the knife?" Can you cut off that talisman?"

Long Ya crossed his arms, thought for a while and said: "I don't know the origin of this talisman, but now it seems that it is related to you in all likelihood, maybe some of the words of that person are not just talking nonsense, wait Go out from here, and I will check what happened back then. As for why I can cut off the talisman with the knife—"

Before the voice disappeared, the last sentence came to the minds of both of them at the same time - "But you were shaken for a moment".

Qi Chen understood without Long Ya opening his mouth.Maybe he didn't have to do it himself to solve the talisman formation, as long as he had even the slightest thought of that in his heart, the magic formation could be broken.

Qi Chen looked at the falling Sophora japonica flowers all over the courtyard, and fell silent.

Indeed, when he heard those shocking words, he inevitably panicked.Who is not afraid of death?Everyone is afraid of...

Especially when someone spreads the death word in front of you so clearly, a simple sentence makes people panic.Qi Chen had to admit that when that person said that the only solution was to tear off the talisman paper, he was indeed shaken a bit—if you tear it off, just tear it off, and it doesn't seem to be the case after at least two times. What irreversible consequences are caused, why not try it?

But he still couldn't make a move after all, not because he was not afraid of death, but... Although he didn't remember his previous life, he always felt that his previous life was still affecting him in the dark, and at the moment he wavered, He heard the words that appeared before and were forgotten by him in the corner, and the bookish voice gently advised: "The suffering of all living beings is buried under the loess, and it weighs so much. You can't break away from it, and you can't act recklessly... "

At that moment, he suddenly realized why the voice sounded both strange and familiar...

It was his own voice.

He thought that the things that he had never forgotten in his previous life for thousands of years might really be more important than his own life.That being the case, then listen to advice, short life or long life, 25 years or 250 years, is a lifetime.

The time in the courtyard passed quietly before his eyes.

The woman in white stepped down the stairs lightly, stepping on the falling pagoda trees, and walked not far in front of Qi Chen and the others.During the moment when Qi Chen was in a trance, there was an extra short table, and a scholar-like person sat in front of the short table, putting the last strokes on the paper.On the paper is an ink-colored painting, which shows a woman in white clothes nodding her head and descending the stairs, with sloping eaves, a bluestone slab covered with moss, and a huge old tree decorated with branches of Sophora japonica.

There is a line of inscriptions next to it: the seventh year of Tiansheng, the twenty-first year of Huaiyue, the nineteenth year of my wife, and Ji Mengzheng's orchid.

Qi Chen and Long Ya stood behind the scholar, watching the garden flowers bloom and fall, spring and autumn came, and another year passed in a blink of an eye, the old locust tree bloomed again, and the scholar sat next to the low table again, Only this time, the woman in white has disappeared.

The scholar still held the pen and drew on the paper the same picture as last year, the same staircase, the same sloping eaves, the same old tree full of branches, and the woman in white who was no longer there.

In the scholar's painting, she is still holding on to the stairs, with her black hair tied into a low and gentle bun, she nods her head and goes downstairs.

After finishing the painting, the scholar quietly watched the falling pagoda tree flowers, and then raised his pen to write down the signature: The eighth year of Tiansheng, Huaiyue came again, my wife...

After writing these two words, the scholar bowed his head and paused for a long time, then wrote down the age of "twenty", and then seemed to want to add a few more words later, but finally shook his head and put away the pen and paper.

Time in the courtyard flowed like water, year after year in a blink of an eye, so fast that Qi Chen and Long Ya couldn't see clearly.

That old locust tree has been blooming and falling like this, falling and blooming again, and the scholar sits in front of the short table every year at this time and draws a picture facing the empty stairs and dark houses. Old, including that woman who never appeared again.

Qi Chen thought of the inscription on the first line of the scholar, which said the scholar's wife was pregnant, maybe...he died in an accident during childbirth that year, but the scholar still gave his little wife every year in the painting. Remember age.

From nineteen to sixty and one.

To Qichen Longya, it took only a few minutes, but to the scholars in the courtyard, it took a lifetime.

When they saw the Sophora japonica bloom for the last time, the scholar had turned into an old man with hunched shoulders. When he moved the short table to the courtyard, he had some difficulty, and after sitting down, he panted for a while before picking up his pen.

Even if he doesn't look at it, Qi Chen still knows the content of his paintings—it's still the ones from decades ago, but the stairs are getting older and darker every year, the house is getting darker every year, and the locust tree in the courtyard is getting thicker and thicker. The woman on the stairs also grew from young and thin to mature and plump year after year, and her temples were dyed with autumn frost... Finally, in this picture, her shoulders and back are arched, and even her hair has turned white.

The scholar coughed while painting, and a little water dripped from his cloudy eyes while coughing, and finally signed the completed painting in a hurry, and briefly framed it.Then he took the painting and walked towards a room.

Qi Chen was staring in a daze, and felt his hand being held up by Longya, the man said in a low voice, "Go, go and have a look."

The two of them followed the scholar to his dimly lit room. As soon as they entered the door, they were surprised by the scene inside the room. They saw that from right to left, the walls were covered with paintings, one by one. , are all written by scholars.

The elderly scholar, with his hands behind his back, walked slowly forward along the wall from the right, as if walking side by side with the woman in the painting on the wall through this life, growing old forever.

He walked from the right to the far left, hung up the painting in his hand on the last empty space, then stepped aside, sat on a chair and quietly looked at the paintings in this room, as if he always looked at the paintings in the room. not enough.

Qi Chen couldn't help but walked to the last picture, and glanced at the inscription that he hadn't seen clearly just now, it read: Yuanyou three years, Huai Kai is a hundred years old, my wife is sixty and two.

Fortunately, I will live a long life with no regrets in my life.

When Qi Chen looked back at the scholar again, he had already closed his eyes, remained motionless in the chair, and made no sound.

The time in the courtyard still didn't stop, and after a while, the room where Qi Chen and the others were in was ablaze. The wooden structure of the house and the paper paintings all over the room burned staggeringly fast.The tongue of fire shot straight up, almost licking Qi Chen's face, even though he knew that the fire couldn't reach him, Qi Chen subconsciously took a step back, and accidentally let him into Long Ya's arms.

"Don't stand around stupidly, the illusion is gone, let's go." Long Ya grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the sea of ​​flames, the surrounding scene trembled and distorted in the fire.

The last thing Qi Chen saw was a painting closest to the door in the room somehow detached from the wall, and was swept out of the door by a gust of wind.Then Long Ya pressed the back of his head on his chest, and Long Ya directly covered his ears with his hands and said: "It's a bit uncomfortable when I go out, bear with it."

Qi Chen "hmm" for a moment, paused for a while and said in a muffled voice: "Team Leader Long, when you get out, can you tell me about the past life?"

Long Ya was silent for a moment, and his deep voice passed down his chest to Qi Chen's ears, amidst the sharp explosion at the moment the illusion was shattered, he said clearly, "Okay."

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