After waking up from a dream, Chu Xunyu found that he was still lying on the bed, but Liu Jue was missing beside him. Chu Xunyu was a little strange. When he touched his hand, his love and the Qingqiu Jian disappeared without a trace. Chu Xunyu was shocked and sweated. Without the sword in his hand, he was like a person losing his soul. Chu Xunyu immediately sat up and searched around, but finally saw an incredible scene.

After sitting up, he found a man lying on the bed, and he sat up with him. Chu Xunyu was so shocked that he almost screamed. Before he could see who the man was, he saw him walking to the desk not far away with his hands, with his back facing him. Chu Xunyu was stunned, then raised his eyes and looked around. He immediately said in his heart that something was wrong, something big happened. This was the scene in the house tens of thousands of years ago. How could he see such a scene? Illusion? Secret Realm? Dreaming? Or...

If you entered a certain secret realm that was left behind like on Mount Tai, it would be very dangerous. The last time you left there with the help of Ting'er's power, the secret realm was an illusory space built by the caster's brain and then based on what he did in front of you. In this space, the intruder's consciousness will also be guided into the intruder's consciousness and play back the past all the passing clouds and smokes. However, this technique is very dangerous. If you do not master the corresponding cracking method or do not practice the corresponding martial arts, it is easy for your consciousness to fall into it forever and cannot escape. At that time, the body outside will fall asleep forever.

Chu Xunyu was sweating in cold sweat, looking around. The bamboo slips on the bookshelf around him were all intact. The oil lamp in the room lit up a lot. The man wrote and painted in front of the table, sometimes thinking, sometimes shaking his head, and sometimes looking to the front of the left from time to time, not understanding the reason. At this time, the paintings on the wall were still there, so the man always looked and pondered, so Chu Xunyu slowly walked down and finally saw the paintings on the wall. There were several people in the painting, including men and women, old and young, taking a nap under the tree by the lake, an old man and a man were playing chess, two children were playing around, and a woman stood sideways by the chessboard to ponder. Chu Xunyu was very puzzled, and did not understand the profound meaning of the painting, but strangely produced a sense of déjà vu.

The man stood up and looked from behind. He was not tall and thin. He was wearing a neat and clean white robe. He turned around and walked to the bookshelf to pick up the bamboo slips to check what he was looking for. Chu Xunyu ignored him and walked straight to the painting to stare at the painting. He kept thinking about where he had seen this painting. After a while, his thoughts flashed like lightning. He woke up and realized that this was not elsewhere, this was his home! The Yaowang Mansion, which raised him, was the Huanya Lake. The place where he often played with Mu Yuan when he was a child. These people were wearing the Yaowang Mansion costume. No wonder they looked so familiar. It was not because they had seen this painting, but because they were the most familiar with the painting! But they did not know these people.

Chu Xunyu's heart trembled, and he woke up immediately. Who was the man who fell to the ground? Just as he was about to turn around, a familiar voice came: "Mr.... Master... Master... Master?"

Chu Xunyu looked closely and saw that the woman in the painting turned around and stared at Chu Xunyu and spoke. After a closer look, the woman's face in the painting was nothing but Ouyang Bingting. She was shocked and asked in surprise: "Ting'er? Why are you in the painting?"

"I still want to...I want to...I want to ask you...Why are you... here?" Ouyang Pingting spoke intermittently, with an anxious look on her face.

"I don't know either." Although Chu Xunyu was anxious, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ouyang Bingting. "I don't know why he was dragged into this secret realm, but you're here, let's go out."

"This... is not...secret realm...no!" Ouyang Bingting shook her head and responded with difficulty, "..."

"What did you say?" Chu Xunyu put his head closer, "Ting'er! Ting'er!"

"I'll take you...you...not go..." Ouyang Pingting's voice became smaller and smaller, and the woman's head in the painting was turning back more and more, and Ouyang Pingting's face became more and more blurred, as if she was returning to her position.

Chu Xunyu was shocked and quickly touched the woman with his hands and shouted, "Ting'er! Did you hear it?"

"This is not...secret realm..." Ouyang Bingting seemed to have a sudden force, and her voice became clear again, "Young Master! Listen! The technique of talking to you... is very difficult...it cannot be maintained...long time...you have to...hurry...return...remember...don't...look...look...face...no..." As he said, the sound disappeared, and the woman completely returned to her original appearance in the painting.

"Ting'er!" Chu Xunyu shouted loudly, and used his hand to slim the picture. As a result, Ouyang Pingting's figure could no longer be seen. Chu Xunyu was shocked. Unexpectedly, this place was so weird that it was difficult to come in with Ouyang Pingting's means. These were a bit bad. Chu Xunyu calculated the time and knew that he could not be delayed here for a long time, otherwise it would be more difficult to leave the consciousness and the longer it took him to leave the body. Now without Ting'er's help, he could only leave by himself. Ting'er just said that this is not a secret realm? What is that? Why don't you look at your face? What's the face?

Just as he thought of this, Chu Xunyu suddenly felt that the breath of mouth and nose behind him was spraying on the back of his neck. In just a bare moment, he almost couldn't control himself and turned around. It must be that the man was standing behind him. Ouyang Bingting reminded herself not to look at his face, so she must not look at him. At this moment, Chu Xunyu stood quietly facing the hanging painting, his heart was full of anger, and he breathed out a breath that was slow behind his neck. Chu Xunyu clenched his fists, tried hard to suppress his anger, and restrained his urge to turn around and rush forward to crush his head!

Time passed by minute by minute. At the moment of such confrontation, Chu Xunyu suddenly remembered the old house owner I met before. Didn’t he say that he always felt someone staring at him behind his back after he failed to perform the magic? The sound of breathing behind him could feel clearly. Thinking of this, Chu Xunyu was sweating all over. He originally thought that it was just an hallucination that he had developed after his crazy life. Now he also felt it. He felt very strongly that the man behind him stared at him with an expectant and hideous smile. He was angry and scared. What was wrong? What was the reason for the old house owner who used random martial arts? He obviously did not use the Qimen Dunjia technique, but just a night of sleep, so why did it become like this? Where is this? Who is this man? Why is the Chinese Medicine Palace painted on the wall? Are you really trapped here?
Chapter completed!