Opening his eyes, Zhong Wen found himself standing in the middle of the house.
I'm not dead?
This was the first thought in his mind.
Sure enough, I am the real Son of Destiny, the one who cannot be killed even at the end of the world?
He looked around while yating.
Pictures of fairies playing flutes that can bring about auditory hallucinations, scrolls written in ancient sacred scripts, tables, chairs and beds made of precious materials, and the magical "toilet" that seems to be engraved with space spiritual patterns all come into view.
within.
On the bed, Shangguan Mingyue was sitting up, staring blankly at herself with a pair of big, delicate eyes, her face full of doubts.
At some point, the eldest lady changed back to a red dress instead of the silver uniform of Duobao Pavilion.
The scene in front of me was extremely familiar.
Isn't this the room of that fat man Zhuo Erhang?
Zhong Wen instantly recognized his location.
Looking down, he was surprised to find that the white coarse cloth coat he was wearing and the golden uniform he snatched from the disciples of Duobao Pavilion were missing.
"Why are we back?" Shangguan Mingyue had also noticed something strange and couldn't help but asked curiously, "What was that white light just now?"
Zhong Wen was also confused. The two looked at each other with confused expressions. After a long while, he finally said: "Wait here for a while, I will go out to explore the situation."
After that, he opened the door and tiptoed into the corridor.
"You, be careful."
The eldest lady's delicate voice came from behind, with a touch of concern and worry, but it was actually a rare tenderness.
Zhong Wen felt warm in his heart, closed the door gently, calmed down, and walked downstairs.
Around the corner, a middle-aged man wearing a golden robe came into view.
"Are you a new disciple?" The man in the golden shirt looked at Zhong Wen with disdain in his eyes, "Why don't you change into your own clothes?"
"Forehead……"
The same location, the same formula, Zhong Wen once again fell into chaos and confusion.
"You little guy who doesn't know the rules, don't you know that the first iron rule of this sect is to pay attention to your image?" The lines of the man in the golden shirt were almost exactly the same as when they met before, as if he had never seen Zhong Wen before.
, "How well-dressed are you in rags? I don't know which uncle and uncle accepted him as a disciple. He is really stupid and clumsy!"
Is this person forgetful, or have I traveled through time and space again?
Zhong Wen's mind was spinning a thousand times as he looked at the man in the golden shirt up and down with doubts in his eyes.
"What are you looking at!" The man in the golden shirt became even more unhappy when he saw that he was so dull, "Can't you understand people?"
Zhong Wen came back to his senses, a strange smile appeared on his face, and he slowly walked towards the man in the golden shirt.
"Still laughing? Are you a fool? Oh! I'll go! Ah! Don't, don't do it! Help..."
Even the screams of the man in gold shirt were exactly the same as before.
Not long after, Zhong Wen once again put on the glittering Duobao Pavilion uniform and swaggered back to the door of Zhuo Erhang's room.
This time, the door was still not closed tightly, but there was no sound of the fat man mumbling to himself in the room.
He pushed the door open without hesitation, only to see Shangguan Mingyue standing at the table. Opposite her, Fatty Zhuo Erhang's eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, and his whole body was frozen in place, with his face sometimes red and sometimes red.
White, as motionless as a sculpture.
"Are you okay?" Shangguan Mingyue asked softly.
The last time Zhuo Erhang tried to stage the "Sleeping Beauty" scene, Shangguan Mingyue was still in a coma and had not witnessed his obscene behavior, so she didn't have much ill feeling towards the timid and low-cultivation fat man.
Seeing that he was in a panic and had a strange look on his face, the eldest lady thought he was feeling unwell and her attitude was very gentle and warm.
"I, I... aunt, girl... you, you... why... I..."
In the twenty-seventh year of Zhuo Er's solo career, it was the first time that he received the care of a young woman, and she was such an incomparable beauty. Under the mixture of nervousness and excitement, he couldn't even speak clearly for a while.
"Senior Brother Zhuo."
Just as the fat man was hesitating, Zhong Wen had already rushed forward, grabbed his neck, and said with a smile, "We meet again."
"Here, do we know this junior brother?"
When Zhuo Erhang saw him, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a puzzled look on his face.
"Senior Brother Zhuo is really forgetful." Zhong Wen said reluctantly, "Don't you remember what happened seven days ago?"
"Seven days ago?" Zhuo Erhang said confused, "I stayed in the weapon refining room for twelve days, and I just came out today. I didn't see anyone during this time?"
Zhong Wen's heart skipped a beat, and he continued to ask: "By the way, senior brother, how long have they been away from the sect since the Pavilion Master?"
"Junior Brother, you have asked the right person." Zhuo Erhang shook his head and said, "On the way back, Brother Jin happened to meet Senior Brother Jin. I heard from him that the Pavilion Master and the others had left the sect three days ago and were with the various sects.
The saint went to deal with the devil together."
It’s really time travel again!
If we follow the original timeline, when Zhong Wen saw the white light, the three great saints of Duobao Pavilion had been away for at least seven days, and Fatty Zhuo Erhang had already returned to his room.
He covered his forehead with his right hand and was silent, realizing that he had once again traveled back to the time when he and Shangguan Mingyue first came to Duobao Pavilion seven days ago.
Such a strange phenomenon of repeated time travel completely surpassed his cognition, making him confused for a while and not knowing how to deal with it.
"Junior brother, junior brother?"
Seeing that he was in a daze, Zhuo Erhang could not help but shout softly, but his small eyes rolled around, and from time to time he glanced at Shangguan Mingyue, who was shining brightly beside him and looked like a fairy.
"Senior Brother Zhuo, I'm offended."
Zhong Wen came back to his senses, raised his hand and tapped lightly, a dazzling white light shot out from his fingertips and accurately hit Zhuo Erhang's chest.
The fat man froze and couldn't move for a moment. His fat body slowly fell backwards and fell to the ground with a "bang".
His eyes were full of astonishment, as if he didn't understand why he was treated like this despite his good intentions in answering Zhong Wen's questions.
"Zhong Wen, it seems we have gone back to seven days ago?" Shangguan Mingyue is a smart person, and she has figured out the matter at this time, "What should we do next?"
Unlike Zhong Wen, she had already experienced the treatment of protagonists such as soul traveling and cheating. When she suddenly encountered such a strange phenomenon, she couldn't help but feel at a loss and instinctively regarded the boy in white as her backbone.
"I heard Senior Dabei mention it before that there are many people in the 'Palace of Time' who have practiced the Dao of Time." Zhong Wen thought hard for a long time, and suddenly an idea came to him, "We might as well go and inquire about it, maybe we can find it.
Return to the method ten thousand years in the future."
"Okay." Shangguan Mingyue nodded and responded.
"After seven days, maybe that white light will appear again." Zhong Wen suddenly grabbed her slender arm, with the dragon shadow hovering at his feet, "Time is running out, I'll take you away!"
"No need...ah!!!"
Shangguan Mingyue was grabbed by his jade arm, and she couldn't help but blush. Just when she was about to say no, she suddenly felt a blur in front of her eyes, and her whole body flew into the air uncontrollably, moving forward at an unimaginable speed.
Perhaps she was flying too fast, and she felt the pressure around her suddenly increase. Her muscles and bones creaked slightly, and she felt like she was about to be crushed. She couldn't help but scream.
"Ugh~"
By the time Zhong Wen stopped, the two of them had already appeared on a mountain road dozens of miles away from Duobao Pavilion. Shangguan Mingyue pushed him away, lowered his head, and retched while holding on to the stones on the roadside.
"are you OK?"
Zhong Wen's concerned voice came to his ears.
"You, are you trying to kill me?"
Shangguan Mingyue glared at him fiercely and scolded weakly.
Zhong Wen chuckled and was about to defend himself when he heard a voice suddenly coming from above his head.
"Old Wuhen, your 'Ten Thousand Swords Sect' has such a huge formation, are you wiping out all your family wealth?"
"Brother Yan, your 'Fire Emperor Sect' is not bad either. Three of the four great guardians have come. It seems that you are serious about it!"
"If we don't do anything at this time, if Lin Bei succeeds, won't our two brothers have to walk together on the road to hell?"
Wan Jian Zong?
Fire King Gate?
Damn it, aren’t those two of the seven ancient sects?
Hearing the conversation above his head, Zhong Wen's pupils suddenly expanded, and his nerves became tense instantly.
This chapter has been completed!