The white-bearded old man was smoking a hookah while constantly looking back, looking at two young men and women in the distance.

Two young men were flipping through the files next to the bookshelf, as if looking for something.

They have been here for four days. During these four days, they did not leave their homes, did not eat or drink, and just kept in the vast sea of ​​books. A man and a woman rarely talked, but their tacit understanding between them was not lost in the slightest and was taken into consideration by the old man.

A hookah from the Dragon Palace in the West Sea was smoking for four days. The old man put down the cigarette tube with satisfaction and turned his attention to the men and women again: "Two friends, what are you looking for?"

The man was searching for the books on the bookshelf, while the woman quickly flipped through the files. Both of them ignored the old man. The old man couldn't hold back and made a heavy cough, trying to attract the attention of both of them. He saw the woman glanced at the old man blankly, but suddenly remembered something at the next moment, and quickly turned his eyes to the files at hand, took out the ink pen, and hurriedly recorded it.

"Two guys, where are the waist signs you entered the building?"

The old man suddenly remembered something and asked.

As his eyes wandered against the young man and woman, 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 Tianya Pavilion Old Man, the second is the descendants of Tianya Pavilion who have experienced outside, and the other is the keeper of the bookkeepers like himself. The first two types of people entering the collection, the elderly naturally do not need waist cards, and young descendants all need waist cards as evidence. And the two people in front of them are a man and a woman, and they are full of dust and have no waist cards, so there is no such thing as the descendants of Tianya Pavilion.

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

The old man panicked and quickly stood up and rushed towards the man and woman.

Tianya Pavilion has a long history. It can be said that the history of heaven and earth has lasted for how long it has lasted. From ancient times to the present, I have never heard of outsiders entering Tianya Pavilion. The old man was panicked and anxious at this time, for fear that he would accidentally become the number one sinner in Tianya Pavilion for all ages.

The old man and the man and the woman were only ten steps away, but for some reason, he ran for more than half an hour and still failed to catch the man and the woman. The distance between him and the man and the woman did not narrow, but was still those ten steps.

Absurd, weird, unbelievable... The old man stood there in a daze, staring blankly, at a loss.

As a bookkeeper, he is one of the best combat strength in Tianya Pavilion. He is a true immortal in cultivation and is familiar with the martial arts and skills of various sects. But at this moment, he cannot see through everything that happened to him.

"Absurd, absurd, it's clearly right in front of me, why can't I catch them?" the old man murmured to himself, and then his eyes lit up: "Can't it be, I'm dreaming..."

As soon as the word "Dream" was expressed, the old man felt a flash in front of him, and the sky suddenly turned dark, and then, the light 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 were unfinished osmanthus, osmanthus and plum wines. Although it was sweet and delicious for the first time, it had a great momentum. Some wines were brewed by hidden immortals, and even more powerful, commonly known as immortals.

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

"It's only half an hour soon." The boss, who was busy greeting the guests, rubbed his bib and said with a smile. After saying that, he trotted around and made a lot of busyness.

"It's only half an hour, and it's not long before, let's continue to sleep... Those two hateful young men were dreaming and scared me." The old man shook his head, lay down again, and when he couldn't do it, he fell asleep.

After a cup of tea, it seemed that the old man was waiting for the old man to fall asleep. The boss of the wine shop by the side of the deserted road wiped his hands, walked to the old man, took a deep look, and then waved his hand. The "drinkers" who had been buzzing before were like grass leaves in the wind, flying high and turned into powder, but they were all transformed from grass.

"I'm really alert and woke up in half an hour." The proprietress walked out of the kitchen of the restaurant. Her skin was dark and wrinkled like a tree bark, but her eyes were extremely bright, like the moonlight and starry sky.

"My dream technique can make monks of the same level sleep for half an hour, which is unprecedented." The boss smiled and said, "Besides, half an hour is enough. It is rare to meet the elders of Tianya Pavilion. I think you have almost completed the history of ancient times."

"Absolutely." The boss lady walked to the boss and said with a relaxed sigh: "However, the most critical parts have not been completed. Before we could complete them, we stayed here so as not to destroy the direction of history after going out."

"Then let's wait. We have a lot of time anyway." The boss hugged the boss's wife's shoulder and said happily.

The boss's wife is ugly, and the boss is even more ugly, but the green mountains and clear waters around her, and the wild paths complement their simple little wine shops, which makes them look less eye-catching.

In the late ancient times, wars between heaven and earth were in full swing. Daoyu was in power, and Xuanxian was in charge of all sects and continents. The main generals who went to the battlefield had the cultivation of true immortals without exception. The number of true immortals in the world was far greater than that of the era when An Bochen and Sima Jin came from, and it was more than a hundred times more. Of course, many experts also chose to hide the world, either Song Xiaohai or Xiaoyao Tian. Therefore, even if the experts passed by the wild road and noticed that the boss's wife was extraordinary, they would not say much.

In times of chaos and war, everyone has their own ambitions, and it has long been accustomed to it.

"Although we have a lot of time, this period of history will soon enter the end of the world. When the world collapses, let alone change the fate of Tongtianzhai in the future, even our own life will not be able to be saved." The boss lady said: "If we die in the present, we will no longer exist in the future and our souls will be annihilated."

While speaking, Sima Jin, who turned into the proprietress, was always exploring her empty wrists. There was a string of bead chains there that had been with her for more than a hundred years, but on the way to the ancient world from the Painted Wall World, she disappeared inexplicably, and disappeared with An Bochen's bead chains, leaving only the strange beasts and magic weapons in the bead chains.

The two of them began to wonder, and as they descended to ancient times, they gradually figured it out.

There is only one pair of bead chains. Its original owner was the descendant of the first family and the princess of the sea clan. When Sima Jin and Anbochen came to ancient times with bead chains, the bead chains changed from the original one pair to two pairs, which violated the principle of only one pair, and naturally one pair disappeared. However, the disappearance of the bead chains was not completely meaningless. It at least told Anbochen and Sima Jin that they had come to the right place.

"Actually, I suddenly thought that you might have overlooked one thing." Amberchen said.

"What's the matter?" Sima Jin asked.

"How long have we been here?"

"According to the time of ancient times, it's been half a year."

"In the past six months, we have only collected information from various forces, and have never come out of the mountain to go to the world for a walk." Anbochen said.

"So what? As long as we don't act rashly, history will never change and will run according to the original trajectory. History is all in our minds, what's the point of going out to see?" As he said that, Sima Jin pretended to be unhappy: "Hmph, now it's my turn to comfort you."

"But what if there are more than two of us who come to ancient times, what will happen?" asked An Bochen.

"How is it possible? You can come to ancient times, only through the mural world, and only the true immortals have the ability to cross the void and then break through the time blockade. How many true immortals are there in the Dounu school field in Tongtian Village? Who would have thought of these true immortals... Wait, you mean..." Sima Jin's face changed.

"Yes. Lu Fengqi... and Jiuchenjun." An Bochen said: "They are actually no way out like me. If you want to save your life, you can only come to ancient times through the world of murals. Besides, with Lu Fengqi's temperament, you will not be willing to be the next generation. Thinking of me here, he will naturally come."

"If they make a fuss and disrupt the historical trajectory..." Sima Jin pursed his lips and glanced at An Bochen sideways: "Tell me honestly, when did you think of it?"

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

"You..." Sima Jin was so angry that on the feather ship that day, Amber Chen and her had limited information and did not explain much about Lu Fengqi, so Sima Jin did not think of it.

"What trick are you doing?" Sima Jin asked, glaring at An Bochen.

"It's natural that Lu Feng can't rise. If he comes... it would be better." An Bochen looked at the far end of the green mountains, and the setting sun gradually sinking. The red glow seemed to be like fire and it was about to roast the green mountains into bronze: "He went out to make trouble, just to try the order of time for us, how capable is."

Sima Jin was stunned and then looked thoughtful.

Then An Bochen raised his arm and continued, "The order of heaven is supreme, and the order of time and history is one of them. Lu Feng rises from the future. If he destroys ancient history and causes future changes, the future is eternal. Wouldn't there be contradictions? If I control the order of time, there should be two choices, one is to change history with the flow, and the other is to erase Lu Fengqi."

"If you have ambition and want to dominate the world, when Lu Feng takes fifty steps, you will lead a hundred steps ahead of him early." Sima Jin sighed.

Looking at Sima Jin's interesting posture, An Bochen felt very caring, caressed Sima Jin'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 horse hooves came from afar.

Amberchen had no choice but to turn around and look up in Sima Jin's half teasing and half teasing eyes.

I saw dust and smoke rolling in the sky, but a large group of about 500 Tianma Knights were about to pass by.

"Stop making trouble, Xiao Anzi, there is another business coming. In front of Yin and Yang Mountain, a pot of good wine will be given to you for another dream for three hundred years."

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

An Bochen wiped his bib and took out a pile of grass from his pocket. With his backhand, he sprinkled it. In an instant, the grass rose in the wind and turned into passing guests with dusty but different expressions.
Chapter completed!