Girl, let me check it out.

Maybe... by following Fang Weihan, I can find out where this causal disorder comes from?

Wen Zhexue thought so.

The figures in white and brocade robes played a quiet symphony in the night, which was so harmonious and beautiful that the Phoenix and Mingxiao Sword that were chasing on the side stopped and looked over here.

Fang Weihan made a gesture with his left hand across his chest, and stabbed with the sword in his right hand, chasing the ray of moonlight in front of him.

He drew his sword every time, but the girl dodged it skillfully every time.

He had already swung his sword for who knows how many times, but it still hadn't touched the girl's clothes at all.

Fang Weihan was not discouraged.

Because he could feel that the time difference between him and Wen Zhexue was gradually shortening.

There is no light and shadow between the white clothes and the brocade robes. They are not born or destroyed, and will never be tolerated.

They are more like spring breeze and fallen leaves, separated only by a midsummer filled with the noisy cicadas.

As it happens, today is cloudy and the moon is covered, marking the first signs of summer night.

He drew his sword again, and Fang Weihan felt that the tip of his sword was only a hair's breadth away from the man in white.

At this moment, Wen Zhexue's white clothes fluttered and she took two steps back.

"Buzz!"

The Mingxiao sword by the wall was summoned by its master, turned into a streak of light and flew into the girl's fair palm.

It was as if she had grasped a shooting star across the sky.

Wen Zhexue changed his previous dodging action and instead raised his sword to attack Fang Weihan.

This sudden change made Fang Weihan unable to cope with it in time.

He rolled over and awkwardly dodged the sharp blade of the Mingxiao Sword.

Mingxiao's sword momentum did not decrease. The tip of the sword turned in an elegant arc and stabbed towards Fang Weihan again without mercy.

The girl in white clothes as white as snow had a frosty face, and the sword moves in her hands were as cold as the deep pool of the North Sea.

The mysterious star array on his left hand was shining brightly, and the spiritual consciousness in his mind was aching slightly. Almost in an instant, Fang Weihan had put all his energy into calculating the trajectory of the girl's sword.

Fallen leaves fluttered under the trees, egrets cried in front of the mountains, and the spring breeze brushed the bright light of the galaxy and polished the bright jade plate hanging high in the sky.

The time has come.

Fang Weihan suddenly opened his eyes, and the star power and blood energy of the Liuming sword in his hand danced wildly like a mad dragon wringing water.

He used his sword skills for the first time tonight.

Minghuang Sword Classic: Breaking the Sharpness.

The long sword in his hand slashed towards Mingxiao, and the sword tip was full of cause and effect light.

Fang Weihan was determined to succeed in this attack.

At the moment when the two swords touched, the light in front of his eyes suddenly surged, drowning out everything in his field of vision.

In the vast expanse of white, he seemed to see a girl with bright eyes and white teeth, as bright as the moon.

Her eyebrows are 90% similar to Wen Zhexue's; her starry eyes and crescent-shaped eyebrows seem as if they were carved from the same mold.

But her face had not yet fully grown, still showing a childish look, and her figure was not as tall and graceful as Wen Zhexue's.

Who is she? Where is this? What am I doing here?

Fang Weihan's heart was full of doubts.

"Sister, I did it."

He heard a voice say.

The light and shadows before my eyes collapsed like a huge rock hitting water.

"Qiang!"

The two swords collided, making a crisp collision sound.

The Mingxiao Sword flew out of the girl's hand, was thrown high up, and automatically hovered in the distance.

The edge of the magic sword was not visible at all, and the sound of the collision just now was clearly the collision of blunt weapons.

She also did not let Mingxiao unsheath his sword, like Fang Weihan did.

The murderous intent just now was just a disguise.

"Sister, I did it."

Fang Weihan opened his mouth and uttered these words for some unknown reason.

There was a storm in his heart.

It wasn't just that he was saying the same things as the voice.

Moreover, he recognized the voice just now, or rather... it was familiar.

Because that was clearly the voice of his own childhood!

what on earth is it?

Fang Weihan felt cold all over, as if invisible malice was enveloping his entire body.

The clouds were thick, no stars or moon were visible, and muffled thunder was gradually rising.

Heavy rain is coming.

"Ow!"

The phoenix transformed into its original form and flew over and landed, stirring up a gust of air.

The giant ice-blue bird wrapped the fairy-like girl in its wings, with an expression of great anxiety.

It could feel a powerful cause and effect wrapped around its master, like a real chain that bound her tightly within.

Wen Zhexue still had that cold and aloof look, like a goddess from the sky.

She placed one hand on her chest, where her heart seemed to skip a beat, causing a cold, dull pain.

The girl was a little confused, her starry eyes filled with bewilderment.

What is wrong with me?

Chapter 211 Wordless Monument

There is no trace of stars and moon, and the summer night is humid and hot like a dream.

Fang Weihan and Wen Zhexue looked at each other in silence, both looking like they were troubled.

"Did you see something just now?"

Yun Shu threw the melon seed shell in her hand aside. Her petite body turned into clouds and mist, dissipating and gathering again, and appeared half a step in front of Fang Weihan.

Her little hands covered Fang Weihan's chest, and a symbolic light flashed in her eyes.

"I can't see what you see... but I can sense the flow of time on you. It's clearly the causal entanglement of enlightenment that has pulled you into a certain time illusion."

"Time illusion... is it real?"

Fang Weihan's eyes dropped to the ground, looking at the weeds growing wildly between the brick cracks.

With the warmth of March, the scorching sun of April, and the rains of May and June, they finally sprouted and broke through the soil in July, growing stubbornly and luxuriantly.

Grass is like people, and people are like grass. In the face of the power of time, what is the essential difference between humans and grass?

"uncertain."

There seemed to be many hidden meanings in Yun Shu's soft voice that Fang Weihan could not understand, as if it was light and shadow that had traveled through thousands of years and was transmitted to his ears.

"Do you know, Fang Weihan? Every Jingtian is a master of probability. There is no absolute correctness in my opinion."

The eyes of the girl in the green dress flickered.

"What are the odds that those time illusions are real?"

The young prince asked again.

"I do not know."

Yun Shu withdrew the hand that was pressing on his chest.

"This is your karma, and has nothing to do with me. I can't figure it out."

Fang Weihan: "..."

He withdrew his gaze from the weeds on the ground and turned to the cool and fairy-like girl in front of him.

The confusion in Wen Zhexue's eyes had not yet subsided, and the thin mist of the cold autumn had obscured the brilliance of the stars and the moon.

"Senior Sister...did you see anything just now?"

Fang Weihan asked softly.

After confirming the condition of its master, the phoenix changed back into the form of a fat bird and went back to running laps.

Wen Zhexue stared at Fang Weihan with her beautiful star-like eyes, and suddenly she felt that the chain of cause and effect that was wrapped around her body had disappeared without her noticing.

So... were all the feelings just now illusions?

The girl began to doubt her previous judgment.

She shook her head, and the sparkle in her eyes returned to normal again.

The clouds dispersed, the wind cleared, the sky was high and the moon was bright, and everything returned to the starting point when Fang Weihan entered this yard.

Fang Weihan got a negative answer from Wen Zhexue.

He was silent for a moment, and his brows, which were originally locked like swordsmen in a door, slowly relaxed.

"Maybe I was distracted while practicing swordplay just now... I saw some weird things."

Fang Weihan smiled carefreely.

He had no intention of telling Wen Zhexue what he had just seen.

Fang Weihan has been dealing with people for so many years, and he has always tried to avoid being too intimate with people he has just met.

Because of the girl's silence, or perhaps because of her cold and aloof temperament, Fang Weihan was unable to see through the essence of Wen Zhexue's personality.

It is better to have less trouble than more. Since this illusion of time cannot affect my life for the time being, what's the harm in treating it as fake?

His life was already a mess, and Fang Weihan didn't want to add more mud to the turbid water.

"Then Senior Sister...shall we continue?"

Fang Weihan clenched the Lumen in his hand again and said to the fairy in front of him whose figure was as bright as the moon.

The Mingxiao Sword fell from the sky and returned to Wen Zhexue's hands.

The fairy nodded slightly.

The sound of swords clashing against each other recurred. The frequency of the sounds was not high, but each sound was as deafening as knocking on the door of time.

The sound continued all night long.

……

Fang Weihan walked out of the gate of Baiyun Temple, his steps a little unsteady.

There is a sour feeling in the eyes, as if a foreign object has been introduced, and double images appear in everything I look at.

"Yun Shu, aren't you sleepy?"

While Fang Weihan was speaking, he almost tripped over the stone steps at the entrance of the Taoist temple.

Fortunately, he was quick enough to hold onto the stone wall, otherwise he would have had to perform a not-so-elegant dog-eating-shit performance.

"Oh, you were so focused on practicing that you didn't notice me."

A gentle voice sounded in my mind, with a hint of hoarseness from just waking up.

"I took a short nap in between."

Fang Weihan weakly accused it:

"Why don't you stay up all night with me? You are so disloyal."