time……

What is time?

When the time circle appeared under his buttocks, Xu Xiaoshou felt himself withdrawing.

As if his soul was out of his body, he could overlook the entire first-floor attic of Gujin Wangyou Tower from a God's perspective.

Mr. Siren was sitting on the tea table, pouring tea, and the eight masters were leaning against the wooden door in silence. I regretted that I quietly walked down the wooden ladder, but lingered at the entrance of the wooden ladder and did not come over.

They look at their own bodies, and they look at them from above.

"I am time..."

A kind of enlightenment came to my mind, and the sound of gurgling water came to my ears.

In the distance, outside the Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower, a winding and illusory river passes through the wall without any hindrance. It starts at my feet and spreads to the distance behind me. It is completely unreal to see flowers in the mist.

not enough.

Not enough.

Just keep being reckless!

Xu Xiaoshou did not let the sudden enlightenment escape him, and continued to redeem Yun Dao seeds, plant them in Yun Dao fields, and feed the fruits to the Time Dao Disk to maintain the state.

"Time Disk (12%)."

"Time Dao Disk (13%)."

“Time Dao Disk (14%).”

"..."

Little progress has been made.

Just like time, beating at a fixed and slow frequency.

Xu Xiao was shocked and discovered that the cost of the Mangshi Dao Disk was even much higher than that of the Sword Dao Disk and the Shu Dao Disk.

In the past, there were at most ten Yun Dao seeds, which meant one million passive values. Large markets such as the Sword Dao Board and the Technique Dao Board could increase the progress by 1%.

Every time the Time Disk sublimates, he needs to click one hundred moves, which is tens of millions of passive points.

Calculating it, from 11% to 90%, 800 million passive value?

800 million?

"It doesn't matter, it's exactly one billion passive points. Why have you saved it for so long? Isn't it just to meet unexpected needs?"

Put your hope in the principle that it is expensive.

The kendo board and the art board have never let me down.

The same is true for the time disk, the image is higher, and every sublimation brings extremely clear understanding.

"..."

“Time Dao Disk (29%).”

"Time Disk (30%)."

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

Wow!

The cool water reached up to my ankles.

This sound not only reached Xu Xiaoshou's ears, but also moved the three people in Gujin Wangyou Tower. They also saw the river.

"The long river of time appears..."

Kong Yu looked at the young man's enlightenment with hatred, and the eyes of the eight masters showed a hint of certainty. The hand of Mei Si on the tea table shook, and the tea cup almost fell off.

He was really shocked.

Just sit down, right?

If Kui Leihan hadn't died yet, he would have thought that Xu Xiaoshou was the reincarnation of Kui Leihan. Whether he was enlightened or not could only happen in a matter of seconds.

"time……"

The murmur was not loud and echoed in the quiet attic on the first floor of Gujin Wangyou Building.

Xu Xiaoshou waded through the water, stepped forward, and traced the past along the long river of time.

The first thing that catches the eye are the lush flowers and green grass growing along the river, giving people a sense of prosperity.

Crossing the large rocks washed away by the stream all year round, he seemed to realize something. He stopped for a moment and saw the old and new presented on the river stones between the high and shallow water.

The top of the stone is covered with moss, and the bottom of the stone is smooth and shiny. The boundary is very clear.

Wow!

Take another step forward and the scene changes.

The flowers and plants have withered, the stone moss has disappeared, the pavilions and pavilions have been built, and the grand courtyard structure has been built. Only the earthy yellow color of the stone in front of you remains unchanged, unchanged from time immemorial.

"time……"

"What is time?"

Xu Xiaoshou seems to have gained something.

Time is both ups and downs and unchangeable.

He was not intoxicated. He quickly woke up and recovered from the withered grass and river stones.

Looking up, he felt that he had returned to the outer courtyard of Tiansang Linggong without knowing when, and saw the courtyard that he spent a lot of money to buy before going into seclusion.

"This is him..."

"It's me too..."

He saw the immature "himself", taking care of the flowers and plants in the courtyard alone, saying goodbye to every living thing that seriously gave a name to the dead things, and finally nodded with satisfaction, resolutely opened the guard array, and opened the door to the room.

Anti-lock.

If you don’t succeed, you will succeed!

Xu Xiaoshou knew the result.

I also know that at this time, mosquitoes should also be trapped in the room.

He deliberately passed through the body of his past "self" who was sitting cross-legged and enlightened, like a ghost.

Once this "connection" was established, it was severed. It was not until a long time later that the room became dark, and the Tao on the bed was not realized.

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

Suddenly feeling something, he turned around again and saw "himself" waking up leisurely.

"I was born..."

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

The reborn version of himself on the bed was very thin, not as tall as he is now, and had freckles on his face that he thought were pretty at the time.

He opened his eyes and frowned slightly. He didn't feel any pain at all. He just cursed "Damn" in a low voice, then raised his head and looked at the dim environment around him.

This is an environment that Xu Xiaoshou is familiar with now, but it was something that made him frightened when he felt it was unfamiliar at the time.

He stopped his progress, became slightly interested, and followed "himself" to look around this new place again.

As far as the eye can see, there are cobwebs hanging from the ceiling, small wooden tables stained with dust, burnt candle ends, and spiritual black swords...

"嘤~"

The creature beside the bed started to stir and chirp, as if it was saying hello to itself and welcoming her back.

Xu Xiaoshou smiled and walked over to grasp the hidden suffering. He could not hold on to the illusory hidden suffering, but the scene around him changed.

…

Boom!

With the old blacksmith's last hammer blow, the black sword on the forging platform emitted a melodious sword cry.

But soon, the aura disappeared, and the sword body also dimmed.

The old blacksmith, who had a strong upper body and an even thicker right arm, unsatisfiedly picked up the black sword that had been quenched and completed the first step in life - "birth". He frowned and muttered to himself:

"The ninth-grade spiritual sword has many flaws, but it can be sold for a good price. I just don't know which unlucky guy I will accompany, and which trial place I will fall into. Tsk."

Crunch——

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

Then I saw a young boy, carrying a big package on his back, rushing in and shouting: "Old Litou, come and get the tenth-grade spiritual sword. I have saved enough spiritual crystals."

"Xu Xiaoshou?"

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

Is this a painful past?
To be continued...