Chapter 616 In front of Yinyang Mountain

The old man with the white beard, smoking hookah, kept looking back and looking at a man, a woman and two young people in the distance.

Two young people looked at the file on the edge of the bookshelf, as if they were looking for something.

They have been here for four days. During these four days, they have not left home, do not eat or drink, just muffled in the vast sea of books. A man and a woman rarely speak, but their tacit understanding with each other is not lost in the eyes of the old man.

A hookah of the West Sea Dragon Palace has been smoking for four days. The old man put down the pipe with satisfaction and turned his eyes to the man and woman again: "Two little friends, what are you looking for?"

The man searched for the bibliography on the bookshelf, while the woman quickly looked through the file, and neither of them ignored the old man. The old man couldn't hang on his face and made a heavy cough. In order to attract the attention of the two people, the woman looked at the old man blankly, but suddenly remembered something the next moment. She quickly turned her eyes to the file in her hand, took out an ink pen, and hurriedly recorded it.

"Two people, where are your waist cards when you enter the building?"

The old man suddenly remembered something and asked.

Looking at the young men and women, the old man's face gradually became strange.

There are only three types of people who can enter the Tianya Pavilion Collection. One is the old man of Tianya Pavilion, the second is the descendants of Tianya Pavilion who have experienced outside, and the other is the bookkeeper like himself. When the first two types of people enter the library, the old man naturally does not need a waist card, and the young heirs need a waist card as proof. And the two people in front of him, a man and a woman, are dusty, and they don't have a waist card. How can they be a descendant of Tianya Pavilion?

"You... When did you break in!"

The old man panicked and quickly stood up and stepped forward to the man and woman.

Tianya Pavilion has a long history. It can be said that how long the history of heaven and earth will last. From ancient times to the present, I have never heard of outsiders breaking into Tianya Pavilion. The old man was panicked and anxious at this time, afraid that he would accidentally become the first sinner of Tianya Pavilion.

The old man was only about ten steps away from the man and the man and the woman, but somehow he ran for more than half an hour and still failed to catch the man and the man. The distance between him and the man and the man and the man did not shrink, but still the ten steps.

Ridiculous, weird, unbelievable... The old man was stunned on the spot, his eyes widened blankly and at a loss.

As a bookkeeper, he is one of the top combat strength in Tianya Pavilion. He is a true immortal and is familiar with the skills of all sects, but at this moment, he can't see through what happened to him.

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous. It's right in front of me. Why can't I catch them?" The old man muttered to himself, and then his eyes lit up: "Is it possible that I'm dreaming..."

As soon as the word "dream" came out, the old man only felt a flower in front of him. The sky turned dark in an instant, and then it returned to light...

Opening his eyes, the old man raised his head from the wine table.

On the wooden table in front of him, there are still unfinished osmanthus wine, such as osmanthus wine and plum wine. At the first taste, it is sweet and delicious, but it has great stamina. Some of the wine is brewed by hidden immortals, and the stamina is even more powerful, commonly known as immortals.

"Boss, how long have I slept?" The old man rubbed his eyes and asked.

"Soon, it's only half an hour." The boss, who was busy greeting the guests, rubbed his bib and said with a smile. After saying that, he trotted around all the way, extremely busy.

"It's only half an hour, it's really not long. Keep sleeping... Those two hateful young people turned out to be a dream, which scared me. The old man shook his head and lay down again. When he couldn't get it, he fell asleep.

After a cup of tea, it seemed to be waiting for the old man to fall asleep. The owner of the barren road wiped his hands, walked to the old man, looked deeply, and then waved his hand. The buzzing "wine customers" before were like grass leaves in the wind, flying high and turning into powder, but they were all melted by the grass.

"I'm really alert. I woke up in half an hour." The boss's wife came out of the restaurant. Her skin was dark and wrinkled like bark, but her eyes were extremely bright, as bright as the moon.

"My dream skill is unprecedented to make monks of my class sleep for half an hour." The boss smiled and said, "Besides, half an hour is enough. It's rare for us to meet the elders of Tianya Pavilion. I think you have almost made up for the ancient history.

"Almost." The boss's wife walked to the boss and said with a sigh of relief, "However, the most critical parts have not been made up. Before it is completed, we will stay here all the time, so as not to destroy the direction of history after going out.

"Then wait. Anyway, we have a lot of time." The boss put his arms on the boss's wife's shoulder and said happily.

The boss's wife is ugly, and the boss is even more ugly, but the surrounding green mountains, green water and barren sheep intestines complement their simple winery, and even they don't look so eye-catching.

At the end of ancient times, the war between heaven and earth was in full swing. There were Xuanxians in all sects and continents, and the main generals on the battlefield had the cultivation of true immortals without exception. The number of real immortals in the world was far more than the era from which An Bochen and Simajin came from, even more than a hundred times. Of course, there are also many high-level people who choose to hide the world, or sing the end of the roaring sea, or the corner of the sky. Therefore, even if the master passes through the wasteland and realizes that this is unusual for the boss's wife, he will not say much.

In the world of war, people have their own aspirations, and they have long been used to it.

"Although we have a lot of time, this period of history will soon enter the end of the world. At that time, the world will collapse. Let alone change the fate of Tongtianzhai in the future, even our own lives cannot be preserved." The boss's wife said, "If we die in the present, we will no longer exist in the future, and the soul will be annihilated."

While talking, Simajin, who incarnated the boss's wife, has been groping for an empty wrist. There was a beaded chain there, which accompanied her for more than a hundred years, but on the way to ancient times from the world of painting walls, she disappeared inexplicably, and disappeared together with An Bochen's bead chain, leaving only the strange beasts and magic weapons in the pearl chain.

The two began to be a little puzzled. With the arrival of ancient times, they gradually figured it out.

There is only one pair of bead chain. Its original owner is the heir of the first family and the princess of the sea clan. When Simajin and An Bochen came to ancient times with the bead chain, the bead chain changed from the original pair to two pairs, violating its principle that there was only one pair, and naturally one pair will disappear. However, the disappearance of the bead chain is not completely meaningless. It at least told An Bochen and Simajin that they had come to the right place.

"Actually, it suddenly occurred to me that you may have overlooked one thing." An Bochen said.

"What's the matter?" Simajin asked.

"How long have we been here?"

"According to the ancient time, it has been half a year."

"In the past six months, we have only searched for news from various forces. We have never gone out of the mountains and walked around the world." An Bochen said.

"What about this? As long as we don't act rashly, history will never change and will follow the original trajectory. History is in our minds. What's the point of going out to have a look? With that, Simajin pretended to be unhappy: "Well, now it's my turn to comfort you."

"But what if only the two of us come to ancient times?" An Bochen asked.

"How is that possible? To come to the ancient times, only through the world of murals, and only true immortals have the ability to cross the void and then break through the time blockade. How many real immortals are there in the fighting slave campus in Tongtianzhai? Who would have thought of these real immortals... Wait, you mean..." Simajin's face changed.

"Yes. Lv Fengqi... And Jiu Chenjun." An Bochen said, "The two of them, in fact, have no way to go like me. If they want to save their lives, they can only come to ancient times through the world of murals. Besides, with Lv Feng's nature, he will not be willing to be behind. Thinking of me here, he will naturally come.

"If they make trouble. Disturb the trajectory of history..." Sima Jin squeezed her lips and looked sideways at An Bochen: "To be honest, when did you think of it?"

"Half a year ago." An Bochen said indifferently.

"You..." Simajin was so angry. On that day, on the feather ship, the information conveyed to An Bochen and her was limited, and she did not explain much about Lv Fengqi, so Simajin did not think of it.

"What are you doing?" Staring at An Bochen, Simajin asked.

"Lv Feng can't get up. Naturally, it's the best. If he comes... It couldn't be better." An Bochen looked at the far end of the green mountain, and the sun gradually set in the west. The red glow seemed to bake the green mountain into bronze: "He went out to make trouble, just to try the order of time for us. How capable he is."

Simajin was stunned and then looked thoughtful.

Seeing An Bochen raise his arm, he continued: "The order of heaven is supreme, and the order of time and history is also one of them. Lv Feng rises from the future. If he destroys the ancient history and causes future changes, but the future is eternal, won't there be contradictions? If I take charge of the time order, there should be two choices, one is to change history, and the other is to erase Lv Fengqi.

"If you have the ambition to win the world, when Lv Feng takes 50 steps, you will be a hundred steps ahead of him." Simajin sighed.

Looking at Simajin's pretentious and interesting posture, An Bochen felt great pity. He stroked Simajin's jade back, picked it up, and was about to tear off the mask on his face and enter the house.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hoofs came from afar.

An Bochen was helpless. In Sima Jin's half teasing and half joking eyes, he turned around and raised his eyes.

I saw the dust and smoke rolling in the sky, but a team of about 500 Tianma knights was about to pass by.

"Stop it, Xiao Anzi, there is a door-to-door business again. In front of Yinyang Mountain, a pot of good wine will be given another dream for 300 years.

Simajin smiled, jumped lightly from An Bochen's arms and turned into the kitchen.

An Bochen wiped his bib, took out a pile of grass from his pocket, and sprinkled his backhand. In an instant, the grass rose in the wind and turned into passers-by with different expressions.