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The banquet ended soon, and as night fell, Shi Yan arranged accommodation for several people.

But when they woke up, the house that looked pretty good when they lived in it before had changed a lot. Moss covered the stone steps, the corners of the walls were cracked, and there were many stains on the walls near the ground.

Conservatively, at least four or five years have passed.

"This secret realm is really strange." Xu Ze frowned.

The last time he met was not so complicated, but he got in touch with Zhao Yi's disciples in the martial arts gym under the cliff, and got a general understanding of the power situation and organizational structure of Xiushen Pavilion.

"How to say?" Xue Yixing was rather curious.

Compared to the last time he hadn't met Duma and Xu Ze in the secret realm, his trip to the secret realm was a bit monotonous, just trying to survive, killing monsters and getting equipment at the same time.

"I haven't seen Zhao Yi's appearance before. I can see Zhao Yi's appearance by the pupil reflections of those disciples who appear and disappear from time to time. It is not as clear as the secret realm this time. Shi Yan looks like a real person. Although other It still looks clearly fake."

Duma lowered his eyes and did not speak, but he still felt that words at this moment were dances.

If it's a dance, it's really a normal thing.

It's just why the connection is so harmonious, there is no sense of disobedience at all, Duma was brought in several times, and I felt that I saw everything that happened at the beginning.

The surrounding bushes moved, Xue Yixing sensed something was wrong, and hurriedly said: "Leave here, let's talk about the rest later."

A few people didn't go through the main entrance, but went out through the window, and found a group of wolf monsters around the door. Looking around, the house had been abandoned for a few years, at least ten years.

Not wanting to get entangled with the wolf monster, they lowered their voices and quietly went down the mountain.

After going down the mountain, I found that there were several small villages at the foot of the mountain. One child was playing with a branch, and the other was sitting on the ground, with his palms facing each other and a rope between his thumb and forefinger, shouting: "Amitabha Buddha!" .”

Yinrong is probably the only monk who can be related to Shiyan.

Several children playing monsters pretended to be beaten and fled with their heads in their arms. A girl was a little annoyed, "I haven't appeared yet!"

The kid who played the role frowned and complained, "Xiaohua, you are too slow, you are playing the number one beauty Tianyi, just come in while dancing."

"But I don't know how to dance." The girl who was called Xiao Hua almost cried.

"It's okay, don't cry, I heard from passing adults that Tianyi is going to build a place called Yoyo Pavilion, you can go there, you can definitely learn to dance." After comforting Xiaohua, the little boy was quite proud again, "As for someone as powerful as me, I will go to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion established by Shi Xianren in the future."

The few people couldn't help laughing when they heard it, and the previous tension disappeared.

"Little friend, do you know where Wanjiange is?" Zhong Le squatted down and asked with a smile.

The other party was a little wary of strangers at first, but when he heard Wanjiange, he became excited immediately, feeling like he had found a fellow friend, and hurriedly replied: "I know, Wanjiange has been repaired for many years. I heard from the big brother who passed by that it seems It has been repaired, and they are all going to participate in the activity of writing on the door plaque, probably today."

Originally, it was just a casual question, but they didn't expect to hear such a big event, and several people looked at each other.

"Go and have a look."

Such a big event cannot be missed.

Fortunately, they had been trained by Wu for a period of time before. Duma's Yujian flight was long-lasting and much faster, but whether it was close or not, it took more than an hour to arrive.

It was past six in the morning when they woke up, and now it is past eight, and it will be nine soon.

Outside that familiar building, there were quite a few people around at the moment.

Duma looked at the attic, feeling a little dazed. After all, he changed his job in Wanjiange, so he was his ancestor when he said it.

At this moment, as if seeing history, it is inevitable that people will be excited.

There are many buildings near Wanjiange. After all, Wanjiange is just a landmark building, but not all of them. There are many supporting buildings around it. Some buildings like practice rooms, disciple rooms, etc. are all available.

So the five of them found a good location on the roof, squatted on the eaves and looked at Wanjiange.

In other words, it is not called Wanjiange now, because the door plaque has not been posted yet.

As soon as nine o'clock came, two disciples wearing the same style of clothes came to the attic with a door plaque. Shi Yan walked behind them. He should not be too young now, but probably because of his cultivation, he looks like He's only in his twenties and hasn't changed at all.

There was light in his eyes, and he walked up to the door plaque in high spirits.

Another disciple brought an inkstone the size of a washbasin with ink mixed with gold powder on it, followed by another disciple holding a large brush.

It seems that I waited for Shiyan to write the door plaque and hang it up.

Once it is hung up, it means that Wanjiange has been officially established, and it will recruit more disciples later.

Shi Yan walked up to him, reached for the pen, fiddled with it a couple of times to test the feel of the hand, then looked at the door plaque, and said, "Put it down."

The disciple nodded, let go of his hand, and the door plaque was suspended in the air and stood up.

Shi Yan was stained with golden ink, playing with dragons and phoenixes between swipes, smooth and free, and the writing was naturally free and easy.

The word "Wan Jiange" appeared on the door plaque like this, and it really penetrated three points. The center of the word "Wan Jiange" on the door plaque was recessed, which shows the strong control and ability of the writer's spiritual power.

He is still a far cry from when he was fighting against the tree spirit.

That's probably what genius is.

Looking at the intact door plaque, Duma couldn't help but think of the cracks on the word "Sword" that he saw when he visited Wanjiange at night.

People are always like this, once they know that something is doomed to tragedy, the more joyful and uplifting the moment they see, the more abusive they feel.

Several people did not speak, just quietly watching the scene of history.

After finishing writing, Shi Yan raised his hand to control the door plaque to hang up, and there was a lot of congratulations around him, and then many people said they wanted to join Wanjiange.

"Don't worry, everyone. Soon all the cultivation sects will be established. It's better to choose the one you are good at or like." Shi Yan persuaded.

But not many people listened to him, maybe everyone came here because of him.

"Based on the experience of the previous two times, after the big event, there will be a jump soon." Xu Ze remembered that the time and place would change when they closed their eyes and opened them again the previous two times.

This is obviously a big deal, and it is estimated that it will change soon.

"Not necessarily. Didn't Shiyan mention other sects? It's probably a big deal for the door plaques of other attics." Xue Yixing said casually.

The result was really what he said.

Afterwards, the five people rushed to see Bodhi Pavilion, Xiushen Pavilion, Youming Pavilion, etc. Seeing their high spirits now, it is inevitable that they also felt excited.

It's hard to say clearly, it's like seeing a great man recorded in a history book.

But it's not right, after all, everything these people have experienced seems to have disappeared into the dust of history, without any record.

Returning to Shi Yan's side again, Duma looked at him and suddenly realized something.

"It's not that there are no records. Dance is the carrier of recording everything. The reappeared attics, ladders, and secret realms are all carriers of records."

"What did you say?" Xue Yixing asked in a low voice when he heard him muttering to himself.

"It's nothing." Duma replied, but there was a little more peace in his eyes.

He suddenly understood the meaning of Wu's existence, why there were no villains in Ladder Four, and even the reason why the existence similar to the game system would allow them to speed up the integration of the heavens.

But it was precisely because of this guess that he felt a little sympathetic to Wu.

Duma slapped himself, startling the four people around him.

"What's wrong with you?" Xue Yixing asked in horror.

Could there be some danger here, and Dumas was bewitched by something?

The four of them immediately became alert.

"It's nothing, my brain is constantly running around, and I always think of some strange and weird guesses." Duma sighed, "At this time, I miss the Analytical Emperor very much."

"Speaking of which, I miss Analytical Emperor a little." Xue Yixing nodded, "I suspect that Analytical Emperor might have encountered something like us. Before everyone knew that the ladder is about writing about reality, Analytical Emperor talked about everyone. Believe it or not, there is something unscientific about it, I suspect he might appear in ladder five or six later on."

"Maybe the Analytical Emperor is also in trouble now, otherwise it wouldn't be so long." Zhong Le also nodded.

A few people chatted for a few words and got a little involved.

When I reflected it again, I found that there seemed to be something strange around me.

"The time has changed again." Xu Ze looked at the surrounding buildings and the people passing by, and then pointed to the aunt who sold flowers on the street, "I remember she looked like a little girl before."

Several people looked along the person he pointed at.

Duma shook his head, "No, this girl is not that one, I noticed it before."

Xue Yixing: "Why did you all pay attention to that girl? Could it be that she was pretty when she was young?"

It has to be said that a man understands a man, and the two fell silent for a while.

In the end, it was Duma who spoke first: "It's not important. The important thing is that the time has indeed changed. I doubt it's more than ten years, it should be longer."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xue Yixing's eyes did not stop looking at a certain place.

"You're probably right."

Because there are a group of people flying with swords in the sky, it is absolutely not an exaggeration to say that this group of people, it seems that there are at least a hundred people in one area.

They landed in an open space one by one, and there was a person standing on the open space, exactly Shi Yan.

This time his feeling is completely different, because he seems to have lost the youthful look he used to have, and also lost the vigor and vigor.

At this moment, Shi Yan looks basically the same as Wu.

In other words, Wu is the Shiyan of this period.

"Master Zu." A group of people shouted in unison.

Shi Yan nodded slightly, turned and left.

Only then did the disciples around start chatting, looking very excited: "I didn't expect that the master would come to pick us up in person, this is really an honor!"

Everyone was a little excited and excited because of this incident.

Only five people could see clearly because they squatted on the eaves. Shi Yan came out to fold the peach blossom branches. He had just folded them when he met the group of disciples who had gone out and returned, so he hid the peach blossom branches in his long sleeves with a desolate expression on his face. Quiet, as if they came to the turnstile to pick them up.

"Shi Yan has a date?" Xue Yixing was a little surprised, because they didn't find any news about Shi Yan's date before.

But peach blossoms are always reminiscent of love.

"Go and see." Duma also said.

It can be seen that everyone is gossip.

But how could Shi Yan not notice them, only when they looked at him, he had already noticed.

He waved the peach blossom branch, and a sword aura struck towards them, thanks to the fact that it was not swung with a sword, and Shi Yan didn't mean to kill them, so they escaped smoothly up.

"Who is here?" Shi Yan asked.

"Shi Yan." Duma was a little embarrassed, after all, he was caught peeping.

When Shi Yan turned his head and looked up, he saw the five Dumas. His memory was really good, and he still remembered them.

"Long time no see, some monks, come in and have a seat."

In the garden there is a small pavilion with a round table surrounded by benches.

After Shi Yan sat down, Zhong Le and Luo Liang sat on the bench by themselves, and naturally Du Ma, Xue Yixing, and Xu Ze sat down on the remaining three round stone benches.

"You guys don't seem to have changed at all over the years." Shi Yan spoke first.

He has really changed a lot. Although his appearance has not changed, he has become much calmer. Before, he was an unsheathed sword, but now he is a sword quietly waiting in the scabbard.

But that doesn't mean he's not dangerous anymore.

On the contrary, it is even more dangerous.

With the sword out of the scabbard, you still know to be careful to avoid getting hurt, but no one will pay attention to the sword in the scabbard.

But how can you know how sharp and dangerous the sword is when it comes out of the scabbard, and you may even be cut by the sword without even seeing it.

And I have to say Shiyan is quite polite.

From another person's point of view, someone who hasn't seen him for so many years has not improved at all in his cultivation, so he probably wouldn't bother with him.

Several people smiled awkwardly.

"There are special reasons," was all Dumas could answer.

"Cultivators don't need to talk too much, Shimou is not a talkative person."

Shiyan's way of speaking has also changed a lot, which made Duma very uncomfortable.

It was much easier to get along with before, but not so easy to get along with now.

Suddenly, the wooden door on the side was pushed open.

"Brother!" A female voice full of air came.

Shi Yan actually trembled slightly, he looked up, his eyes that had been as silent as a deep pool finally stirred up waves.

"Sister." He returned.

Seeing my brother in the pavilion in the garden of my yard, a girl in ancient costume came over, her eyebrows were tightly frowned, "Brother, you agreed to fold peach blossoms for me!"

Shi Yan hurriedly took out the peach blossom branch that was in his sleeve, but the peach blossom on that branch was still withered, no accident should be caused by the time he swung the peach blossom branch to use sword energy just now.

Looking at the withered peach blossoms and bare branches, Shi Yan's body stiffened for a moment.

He hurriedly said: "Sister, brother will fold it for you later, this peach blossom branch is for you to make a wooden hairpin."

As he spoke, he pulled out the Ruyue Sword from his waist, swung it a few times, and a beautiful thin hairpin with small peach blossoms appeared in front of his eyes.

This skilled posture made people suspect that he had done it many times in order not to annoy his sister.

Shi Yan's younger sister was about to get angry, but suddenly she laughed, "It's so beautiful, thank you brother. But giving the wooden hairpin is too perfunctory, so I have to give jade anyway."

Shi Yan said helplessly: "Naturally, but I have already given you the wooden hairpin, next time I will give you jade earrings."

Shi Yan's younger sister nodded, "Then I want a little rabbit."

"Okay." Shi Yan nodded.

The younger sister didn't seem to notice the stranger in the pavilion from the beginning to the end, and went back to her room with the wooden hairpin.

"Forgive me, my sister is still young, she is a bit naive." Shi Yan said.

"It's all right." Duma waved his hands again and again, "It's just that your parents are here when we don't see each other?"

Shi Yan was stunned for a moment, feeling quite helpless, "My parents are not very talented. They passed away unexpectedly more than 20 years ago because they went out for training. My sister is the last child left by them."

This……

Really will ask, more than what to say.

"Condolences." That's the only thing I can say conventionally.

"It's nothing. A cultivator has escaped reincarnation and lives the same life as the sky. Naturally, there will be a price. Parents have lived for more than three hundred years, and their talents are relatively poor. Even if they don't encounter that incident, at most they can only I have lived for more than 100 years, and I have plans in my heart. It's just that my sister is pitiful, and I haven't seen my parents a few times." Shi Yan explained.

He looked quite open.