Small bridges and flowing water, boats passing people's homes, apricot blossoms in the light rain, and picturesque mountains and rivers. The monks were all fascinated by the beautiful scenery along the river. Someone asked: "Master Yi, where is this?"

"My sect... I don't know, but it is somewhat different from the Gusu City in my impression."

I have been to Suzhou before.

The building is the same building, but the atmosphere is different, and there is an added strangeness. Yi Qinglan can't place it, but what is certain is that it did not exist five thousand years ago.

"It's better to leave now, otherwise things will change if you wait too long."

"Walk."

Without saying a word, Beihuang picked up Yi Qinglan and started to leave.

It's one thing to hate Yi Qinglan, but it's another thing to believe or not trust her. Yi Qinglan has a cold temperament and is not good at telling lies. If she says there is a problem, there must be a problem.

When the others saw this, they didn't dare to hesitate at all and quickly followed: in fact, they really wanted to stay a little longer to see if they could find any unexpected opportunity, but...

The encounter with the old ghost forced them to be cautious and avoid danger.

After walking nearly half of the incense stick, Yi Qinglan suddenly noticed something strange: something was wrong. She remembered very clearly that the Gusu River was not that long, unless there was something wrong with her memory.

"Could it be that reincarnation has caused some changes within Gusu City? It's not impossible. After all, the reincarnation of the entire city itself is bizarre."

From the moment the spiritual energy recovery enters the second stage, everything is strange.

"Try walking half a stick of incense again. I hope it's me who has the problem."

Yi Qinglan hid her emotions and calmly led the team forward. After more than a hundred miles, everyone was dazzled by the flowers. The sea of ​​​​flowers disappeared, and the scene in front of them suddenly changed.

They are back to where they started!

The only difference is that the gray sky has stopped raining.

"Don't stop."

Yi Qinglan let out a low cry, dug her fingertips into the thin flesh of her palm, and forced herself to stay calm with the pain... This time it was fifty miles away, like going back in time and returning to the starting point.

Screen change.

Dressed in white, he stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the Gusu River, with the plum trees swaying behind him.

"It's a dream!"

"The power of dreams is at work. We seem to be trapped in a dream. Everything we experience at the moment is a closed loop. Either break it or...die!"

Beihuang, who had always been aloof and arrogant, felt uneasy and palpitated for the first time in his life. Yi Qinglan also had numb scalp, pursed lips, pale face, and trembling hands.

She said nothing and walked forward on her own.

Naturally, the other monks also noticed her nervousness, and they all became vigilant. They whispered about the identity of the man in white, and worked together to deduce ways to break the situation.

The third time we returned to the same place, we were only ten miles away.

It's snowing in Gusu, the cold wind is biting, and it's desolate. The wintersweet is in full bloom on the plum tree, unique and independent, and a fruit is grown and picked by the young man.

White and round, with a refreshing fragrance that is refreshing to the nostrils.

In front of him, stood a young girl with a plum blossom on her temple. She was not familiar with the world. The young man wiped it clean with his sleeve, turned around and handed the fruit to the girl.

"Uncle Shi, what is this?"
Chapter completed!