Those years when I started a business in the comprehension world

Wen Xinze walked back and forth at the door.

Although it was not the first time he had seen the effect of this restriction, he still found it miraculous.

There is nothing in the wide open door, but as long as there is a physical thing, no matter whether it is a person or an object, it will not be able to cross this threshold.

It's very unscientific, very out of the world of comprehension.

If he had this kind of technology in his time, the flowers in the open-air flower field would no longer be afraid of insects and birds.

Wen Xinze turned back and walked in after experiencing the magic of the cultivation world at close range again.

The Xianzong Building is a three-story tower building, which is used to enshrine the immortal thrones of the ascended ancestors of the sect.

In the tower, the stairway door leading to the second floor is locked, and Wen Xinze can only move about on the first floor.

There are not many decorations on the first floor, only a altar is set up in the north.

In front of the altar are two futons for people to kneel and worship, and on the altar there are immortal tablets.

The number of fairy cards is extremely rare - there is one and only one.

That's right, since the establishment of the Xuanqi Gate, only one person has successfully ascended.

This person is none other than the founder of the Xuanqi Sect, Master Quan Wei.

Wen Xinze learned about Quan Wei's deeds, the only one who ascended from the Xuan Qi Sect, from a biography.

That biography was caught in the entry-level cultivation method. I don't know who accidentally put it in, or put it there on purpose to encourage new disciples.

Wen Xinze found this book today when he was moving down the exercises books that needed to be copied from the bookshelf.

Copying books was really boring, he hid in the pile of books that were punished for copying, and read through the biography from beginning to end, like peeking at a novel in class.

According to the biography, Quanwei Daoist created the sect 300 years ago, and ascended to immortality 1000 or [-] years ago.After that, the sect he founded has never had a great power to ascend to immortality.

That is to say, the Xuanqi Gate has survived for more than 1000 years without the power of ascending immortals.

From a certain point of view, this sect is quite powerful, and it lasted for 1000 years in one second.

Wen Xinze was finished feeling, and waved his hand at Quan Wei's fairy seat, "I'm sorry to bother you again today."

After saying hello to Quanwei's fairy seat, Wen Xinze picked up the wild fruit that was banned from flying, walked in front of the futon, sat down with his back to the altar, wiped it carefully with his sleeve, and gnawed it in small bites.

Kneeling is impossible.

Although he took over the original owner's body, Quan Wei is not his ancestor after all.What's more, there is no one else here except himself. Not to mention that kneeling does not feel substituting, it still feels silly.

The wild fruit is only the size of a ping-pong ball, and no matter how small the bite is, a core will soon be left.

Wen Xinze took out another handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands clean, wrapped the fruit core and put it beside the futon, and then began to cosplay the thinker.

To be honest, being locked up in the Xianzong Tower for reflection is more boring than copying books.

Copying books can at least read the book, write, and have the hot-tempered second brother present to chat with you.

What can Xianzonglou, who is locked here with nothing, do?

Holding the fairy position of real person Quanwei, let's have a passionate tango?

Sorry, he doesn't want to be a psycho.

Trapped in this small place and wanting to be a normal person, there seems to be nothing else to do except to be a thinker.

Two days ago, in this Xianzong Tower, he thought over and over about his situation and future plans several times.

He bears the identity of the original owner, and because the original owner is heavily in debt, it is likely that he will end up bad if he leaves the Xuanqimen.But staying in the Xuanqi Gate, the immediate future has been clearly arranged - in the next month, he will spend copying books and kneeling in the Immortal Zonglou.

He is not a day-to-day Long Aotian, and there is no other bright choice except for An An to take the punishment on behalf of the original owner.

Wen Xinze sighed.

This theme is a bit tired of thinking, let's change to a new theme today.

Before that, let him play a movie in his mind to relax.

Wen Xinze changed his posture of resting his chin on both hands, and began to flip through the movies he had watched in his mind.

After flipping through a few movies, I suddenly felt something was wrong.

He felt a line of sight fall on his back.

It was an intuition, but he could be sure that someone was watching him from behind.

What is behind him?

The fairy position of real Quanwei!

Could it be... because he didn't kneel down to Master Quan Wei, the other party was so angry?

Wen Xinze turned his head slowly and looked up.

On the altar, there was an extra man at some point.

It was a young man, or so it looked.

With broad shoulders and long legs, he was wearing a black dress with gold thread embroidery on the collar and sleeves.

A head of jet-black long hair was tied up by a small golden crown.

His appearance was astonishingly noble and handsome, but the pair of golden eyes staring at him were somewhat sinister.

Wen Xinze was startled by the other party's appearance, and then under the gaze of those golden eyes, he suddenly came back to his senses.

What is certain is that this person is not Xiafan Quanwei real person.

There are portraits and statues of Quan Weizhen inside the Xuanqi door. It looks like an old man with average features, and it doesn't even match the person in front of him.

"Excuse me... who are you?" Wen Xinze asked politely.

"You don't remember me?" The man looked displeased.

Wen Xinze started brainstorming.

Apart from him, there are only five people in the hanger door.

He hasn't met the uncle and uncle of the original owner, but the uncle's gender doesn't match. He has heard the voice of the uncle, and the tone is obviously different from this person.

He saw the original owner's second senior brother and third senior sister every day these two days.

Excluding these four people, the only one left is the senior brother who has never met before!

"Eldest brother?" Wen Xinze called out tentatively.

"Who is your elder brother? I am your patriarch!" The man snorted coldly, raised his hand and knocked down the fairy seat of Quan Wei, and jumped off the altar.

The man silently landed behind Wen Xinze, bent down and stretched out his hands, holding his face, following the direction of his head's turning, twisting back vigorously, trying to make Wen Xinze's face face him.

His cheeks were held by warm palms, and before Wen Xinze had time to be dazed, he felt a sore pain in his neck.

"Oh! It hurts! Let go! Let go! My neck is about to break!" While patting the man's hand, he tried to twist his body around to save his neck that was about to be broken.

"Look at my face, do you remember who I am?" The man let go of his hands, stood up straight, and looked down at Wen Xinze.

Wen Xinze rubbed his neck and looked up at the man from a close distance.

From this angle of death, the face is still so pretty.

No, off topic.

"I can't remember." Wen Xinze said sincerely.

He is a ghost if he can think of it, and he is not the original owner himself.

"I really can't remember?" The man squatted down and looked at Wen Xinze.

"I really can't remember."

"You owe me your life."

"What?" Wen Xinze was shocked, the original owner not only gambled like his life, but also killed people for money? "Original... who did I kill for you?"

"...I saved you."

"Oh." Wen Xinze breathed a sigh of relief.

"I don't mind if people owe me something..." The man narrowed his eyes, "but I really mind if people owe me something and don't remember."

"If I say, I have amnesia, can you accept this explanation?"

"If you can't remember, I'll strike you to death with lightning. Can you accept the consequences?" The man raised his hand, and there were bursts of thunder in the sky above the Xianzong Tower.

"..."

"Just think about it, I'll count to three."

"Sir, you are making things difficult for others."

"one two Three."

Before Wen Xinze could react, the man had already finished counting quickly.

There was a loud bang, and the thunder and lightning fell with a force of [-] ounces, piercing the Xianzong Tower vertically, and landed next to Wen Xinze.

The gravel splashed, and there was a burnt pit on the ground.

"Remember?" the man asked.

"No." Wen Xinze expressionless, raised his hand to rub his buzzing ears.

"It seems that I really lost my memory." The man got up, folded his arms, and frowned.

"So you made such a big battle just now, are you trying to test if I'm lying?" Wen Xinze asked, pointing to the extra big hole in the ground.

"No." The man said, "I was just expressing my dissatisfaction with your amnesia."

"……Fine."

Wen Xinze patted the dust off his clothes and stood up.

The crooked thunder made him feel a lot more at ease.

This person may not have a good temper, but obviously he didn't really mean to hurt him.

As long as they don't come here to shout and kill, everything else is easy to talk about.

"You're quite courageous." The man looked at Wen Xinze and said, "When such a thick thunder blasted beside you, your expression didn't change for a moment."

"This is my housekeeping skill. Mount Tai collapsed before, but the color does not change." Wen Xinze said nonsense.

And just as he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of two afterimages from the corner of his eye, one flying in front of the other.

Wen Xinze didn't see who was coming until the afterimage landed on the ground.

One male and one female.

The man was about forty years old, with a tall and straight figure, a handsome appearance, and a serious expression like a dean.

Women look younger than men, with a gentle and elegant appearance, and their temperament gives people a feeling of spring breeze.

"what happened?"

As soon as the man opened his mouth, Wen Xinze knew who he was - Bo Qiu Linhe, the original owner, the man who carried him into the house three days ago.The woman standing next to him, no accident, should be the original owner's junior uncle Shi Qiongyu.

Qiu Linhe glanced over Wen Xinze, and landed on the man in black standing in front of Wen Xinze. His face was startled for a moment, and then he bowed to him respectfully, "Master Chengjun."

Shi Qiongyu followed suit and bowed respectfully.