time……

What is time?

When the time tray came out under his butt, Xu Xiaoshou felt that he had pulled out.

It was like a soul leaving his body, he could look down at the first floor of the Ancient and Modern Forgetful Tower from the perspective of God.

Mr. Si was sitting on the tea table and pouring tea. Bazun An leaned against the wooden door and was leaning against the silent. Kong Yuhen quietly walked down the wooden ladder, but he wandered at the entrance of the wooden ladder and did not approach him.

They stare at their bodies, and they observe them from a high place.

"I, it's time..."

A kind of enlightenment surged into my heart, and the sound of gurgling water came from my ears.

From ancient times to the present, outside the Forget-Ware Tower, breaking the wall without any obstacles leads to a winding and illusory river. It is carried by itself and then spreads to the distance behind me. Looking at the flowers in the fog, it is completely unreal.

not enough.

Not enough.

Just keep being reckless!

Xu Xiaoshou did not let enlightenment escape from himself, and continued to exchange for the Sudao seeds, planted them on the Sudao field, and fed the fruit to the time and Taoist plate to keep the state.

“Time Track (12%).”

“Time Track (13%).”

“Time Track (14%).”

“…”

The progress is very small.

Just like time, it is jumping at a fixed and slow frequency.

Xu Xiao was frightened and found that the cost of the Dao Pan of the Mang Time is even much higher than that of the Jiandao Pan and the Shudao Pan.

Before, there were at most ten Dao-Collection types, namely, million passive values, swordsmanship and arts, and the progress of 1% can increase.

Every time the time the Taoist plate is sublimated, he needs to click one hundred hands, that is, tens of millions of passive values.

Then, from 11% to 90%, the passive value of 800 million?

Eighty million?

"It doesn't matter, it's just one billion passive value. Why is it for so long? Isn't it just to deal with the emergencies?"

There is a reason to rely on the high hopes.

The swordsmanship plate and the artsmanship plate have never disappointed me.

The same is true for the time and Taoist plate. The idea seems to be higher, and every sublimation brings extremely clear insights.

“…”

“Time Track (29%).”

“Time Track (30%).”

When the progress reached 30%, the mist covered by the long river of time faded away, and Xu Xiaoshou stepped in.

Wow!

The cool running water is over my ankles.

This sound not only touched Xu Xiaoshou's ears, but also moved the three people in the Forgetful Worship Tower of Ancient and Jin, and they also saw the river.

"The long river of time has appeared..."

Kong Yuhen looked at the young man in a daze, and the eyes of the Eight Lords An showed a slight slightest expression. As expected, Mei Si on the tea table shook his hands, and the teacup almost broke away.

He was really shocked.

Sit down, there is?

If Kui Leihan hadn't died yet, he would have thought that Xu Xiaoshou was the reincarnation of Kui Leihan, and whether he could realize the truth or not was in a moment.

"time……"

The murmur sounds were not loud, echoing in the quiet attic of the ancient and modern Forget-Write Building.

Xu Xiaoshou waded through the water, stepped forward, and followed the long river of time to trace the past.

The first thing to see is the plump and tender flowers and green grass on the riverside, which gives people a prosperous future.

After crossing the big stone that was washed by the stream for many years, he realized it and stopped for a moment. He saw the old and new appearing on the river stones between the high and shallow waters.

There is moss on the stone, and the underside is smooth and shiny. This boundary is very clear.

Wow!

Step forward and the situation changes.

Flowers and plants wither, stones and mosses are gone, pavilions and towers are cast, and the magnificent courtyard structure is only the yellow stone color in front of you, and it remains unchanged from eternity.

"time……"

"What is time?"

Xu Xiaoshou may gain something.

Time is both prosperous and withering and unchanging.

He was not immersed in it, and soon woke up from the dead grass and the river stones.

Looking up, I felt that I had returned to the outer courtyard of Tiansang Ling Palace at some point and saw the courtyard I bought for a lot of money before I was imprisoned.

"This is him..."

"It's me..."

He saw the tender "self", who was alone in taking care of the flowers and plants in the courtyard, saying goodbye to every life that had given him a name seriously, and finally nodded with satisfaction, resolutely opened the courtyard guard formation and locked the door.

If you fail, you will be successful!

Xu Xiaoshou knew the result.

I also knew that at this time, mosquitoes should have been locked in the room.

He deliberately passed through his body cross-legged and realized the truth like a ghost.

Once such "connection" is established and cut off, until a long time later, the room becomes dark and the Tao on the bed is never realized.

He let go, stepped forward, and wanted to leave.

Suddenly he felt something, and he turned around and saw "self" wake up slowly.

"I was born..."

Such a thought flashed through his mind, and Xu Xiaoshou was stunned by himself.

I was very thin and I was not as tall as I am now, and my face also had freckles that he thought were good at the time.

He opened his eyes and frowned slightly. There was no pain in his recurrence. He just cursed "Damn it", and then looked up at the dark environment around him.

This is the environment that Xu Xiaoshou is familiar with now, but it was shocked and timid that he felt unfamiliar to him at that time.

He stopped moving forward, became a little interested, and followed "self" to look around this new place again.

It is within reach of the sight of the sight, the ceiling with spider webs hanging obliquely, the small wooden table stained with dust, the burnt candle head, and the spiritual black sword weapon...

"Yeah~"

The bed moved bitterly, making a whine sound, as if he was greeting me and welcoming me back.

Xu Xiaoshou smiled and walked over to catch the pain. He couldn't hold on to the illusory pain, but the scenery around him changed.

...

Bang!

With the old blacksmith's last hammer, the black sword on the forging platform made a melodious sound of swords.

But soon, the inspiration disappeared and the sword body dimmed.

The old blacksmith with a strong upper body and a thicker right arm picked up the fire with dissatisfaction and took the black sword weapon that "birth" in his life, frowned and murmured:

"The ninth-grade spiritual sword has many flaws, but it can be sold at a good price. I just don't know which unlucky guy you want to accompany and where to try, tsk."

Crunch-

The wooden door was pushed open, and the old blacksmith turned his head.

Then he saw a young boy, carrying a big package, rushed in quickly and shouted: "Old Li, come and get the tenth-grade spiritual sword. I have saved enough spiritual crystals."

"Xu Xiaoshou?"

When Xu Xiaoshou heard his name here, he was slightly moved and couldn't help but smile.

Is this the past of suffering hidden?

The long river of time is really interesting, he continues to watch.
To be continued...