I lost my brother

Sui Jian flew to the sixth floor, but did not see Zhu Lin's shadow.

From the first floor of this Tower of Thousand Machines, there are two roads from east to west leading to the next floor. If one of the roads is chosen, the next floor has two different roads.

Sui Jian guessed that it might not be as simple as dividing each floor into two roads. If the tower were simply split in the middle, each floor would be divided into two parts, and he and Zhu Lin were forced to separate and set foot on different roads——

In this way, the chances of them meeting will only increase with the number of floors in the tower, and become smaller and smaller, unless both of them can reach the last floor smoothly, and then get together by different routes.

The person who built the tower must have also thought that it would be easier to break into the tower with a partner than alone, so he did everything possible to let the intruders be singled out so that they could be defeated one by one.

Not insidious.

It seemed that the inside of the tower was much bigger than they had imagined. No matter what, he had to save his life to find a chance to join Zhu Lin.

The sixth floor looks like a maze. Sui Jian made a mark at the position at hand, and every few steps she would come across a fork in the road.He kept walking in one direction, and encountered a few agencies, not too many and not too few. After walking for an unknown amount of time, he met the mark he made at the beginning.

Sui Jian: "..."

I don't know how many hours have passed since he and Zhu Lin entered the Thousand Machines Tower. There was no light outside the tower, and he couldn't judge the time. He only knew that his stomach was a little uncomfortable, and he could probably tell that it was already night.

He rummaged through his small pocket, which was prepared by Zhou Yuanzheng for him in advance, and he only had time to add a pack of pine nut candies later, and let him throw out the third layer.

Sui Jian couldn't help being a little discouraged, wondering how Zhu Lin was doing now, and whether he was also caught by the agency.

He barely cheered up and tried to walk the sixth floor of the maze again.

The cold spring is cold, and the stars are quietly hung in the night.

In the evening, Wang Xia didn't see Sui Jian's group coming back, so she consciously made a basket of food and followed the direction Feng Run told her all the way to the Qianji Pagoda.

Sui Jian and Zhu Lin haven't come out yet, so she waited outside the tower with Feng Run.

Wang Xia curled herself up into a ball with corners and sat on the ground, her eye circles were a little red. Although she had experienced many things, she was still a little girl who had never seen any storms.If she hadn't been abducted to Baiyu Villa, her brother wouldn't have died, and although she was still living a life of simple food and drink, at least she didn't have to worry about it.

"Brother Feng, do you think they will come out safely?"

Feng Run sighed, and sat beside the little girl, saying firmly, "Yes."

He thought for a while, and said with reason: "They are different from us, they are all great figures, and their martial arts are so strong, they don't even pay attention to Baiyu Villa, they will surely turn danger into good fortune."

Seeing how confident he was speaking, Wang Xia managed to pull herself together and smiled, then put her hands together and silently prayed for the people in the tower.

When Sui Jian saw the mark he made at the beginning for the fourth time, he finally became irritable.

"Am I sick? Let these laoshizi be trapped in such a ghost place."

Since the writing is not good, it is fine to just rush over.

Sui Jian deeply felt that he had been suppressed for a long time, so long that he almost forgot that his nature was a bigot.

He drew out the Kunpeng sword with one hand, and casually held a sword flower in his hand, and with a move of "Mountain Sea Bright Moon", he slashed fiercely at the obstacles blocking his way.

This labyrinth looks chaotic, but it is actually an embroidered pillow. He didn't even have half the strength to cut the stone gate in the middle of the fifth and sixth floors, but he was able to break through a path by hacking his head and face.

In the dusty sky, Sui Jian saw at a glance that the stairs leading to the seventh floor were divided into east and west sides.

He put the sword back into its sheath, and with a sinking face, he chose a random path to go up, leaving only the sixth floor that he had destroyed into ruins behind him.

"Tsk, wasting so much time for nothing."

There was still no sign of Zhu Lin on this floor, and Sui Jian became more and more anxious.He has enough confidence in Zhu Lin's strength, but he is worried that Zhu Lin will get sick if he can't find him for too long.

Gotta speed up.

The seventh floor has changed its routine, and after a rough inspection, no strange mechanism was found. The empty floor is very quiet.

Sui Jian cautiously observed her surroundings while taking a cautious step forward.Almost at the same time, there was a sound of "Gada" from the top of the head, as if some secret compartment had been opened.

He subconsciously took two steps back, and just as he stepped back to the entrance of this floor, he saw a spectacular rain of gold and silver suddenly falling from above.

Countless gold, silver and jewels were thrown down like money, shining seductively under the gloomy candlelight all around, falling purposefully to the central position, and piled up into a big pile in a short while.

Fortunately, he escaped in time, otherwise he would have been drowned in this gold and silver cave.

Sui Jianran raised his eyebrows, more or less startled by this nouveau riche's attitude.

What is this? Threats are not enough, instead of lures?

He really thought about it a little bit in his heart, if one day someone exchanged gold and silver for his Zhu Lin, would he change it or not.

If he didn't change, he would have been poor all his life, and he really hadn't experienced a life of great wealth.

If he changes...

Sui Jian only imagined the consequences of this possibility for a moment, and suddenly shivered in the still warm tower.

He patted his chest, thinking with lingering fear, forget it, if he leaves his wolf cub outside alone, he can't rest assured, it's fine if he is sticky and coquettish, if he doesn't pay attention, he will always get into trouble.

Sui Jian unconsciously thought of Zhu Lin again, and suddenly a boundless thought spread in her heart.

I really complied with the saying that not seeing each other every day is like three autumns, it is not an exaggeration at all.

He didn't delay any longer, and walked straight to the eighth floor without any other distractions.

As soon as the footsteps stepped on the stairs, there was a scalp-numbing sound of "Zla" on the ground.

He turned his head and saw a thick white smoke rising from the gold, silver and jewels all over the floor. The smoke was extremely corrosive, and in the blink of an eye, it dyed a piece of golden light into a piece of scorched black. Money turns to dung.

It turned out that those gold, silver and jewels were coated with corrosive drugs to conceal their eyes. Once they fell and came into contact with the air, their appearance would disappear in a short while, revealing their ferocious true colors.

If someone couldn't resist the temptation to touch them, it wouldn't take long for them to be corroded together and turn into a puddle of liquid.

Sui Jian covered her nose and rolled her eyes, knowing that the people who built the pagoda wouldn't really get such a lot of property, they really were poor.

The more you go to the upper floor of the tower, the fewer complicated mechanisms, just like the sixth and seventh floors, simply use the entire floor as a huge mechanism to confuse intruders.

The stairs between the seventh and eighth floors are particularly long, and it seems impossible to walk to the end.

Sui Jian frowned, stopped to take a breath, his keen sense of smell suddenly caught the faint scents, he couldn't tell whether it smelled good or not, but it was pervasive, and he had already inhaled a lot of it before he noticed it.

He has a bad heart, it seems that he has unconsciously entered the eighth level of Tao.

Sui Jian closed his eyes and recited the Qingxin formula silently, the surroundings were silent except for the sound of his breathing. In this darkness, he suddenly smelled the rich fragrance of Sophora japonica flowers.

Sui Jian's heart trembled, and she opened her eyes in disbelief.

"Master—"

In front of him is no longer the dim Qianji Pagoda, as if he had returned directly to Qingfengju in Jiuhua Mountain in the blink of an eye, Xie Hanzi was sitting at the stone table under the old locust tree, holding a wine glass, and showed him a shallow smile: "What are you doing in a daze, come and sit with the teacher."

Sui Jian moved in response to the sound like a ghost, and moved to Xie Hanzi's side step by step, and sat on the stone bench beside him.

Xie Hanzi looked at his dazed look and chuckled lightly, "What's the matter, it's just a nap, look at your dazed look."

"Take a nap..." Sui Jian subconsciously repeated his words, and he grinned, "So that's how it is."

The wine glass Xie Hanzi raised to his mouth suddenly stopped, and suddenly he reached out to wipe the corner of his eyes, and said with a serious expression, "Little Jane, what's wrong, who bullied you?"

Sui Jian couldn't control himself, his eyes were blurred, he wiped away the disobedient tears from the corners of his eyes, persistently refused to miss Xie Hanzi's glance, choked up and said: "Master...no one bullied me, I just, just did it nightmare."

"I dreamed you were dead."

Xie Hanzi chuckled, turned his head and said with a smile: "Silly boy, dreams and reality are opposite."

"Yes." Although Sui Jian was smiling, she couldn't stop her tears, "It would be great if Master is still alive."

Xie Hanzi said angrily, "What kind of talk is that?"

Sui Jian lay face down on the table with her arms under her pillow, as if unconsciously coquettishly said: "Master, does it still hurt?"

In order to save your unworthy apprentice, you were pierced through the chest by your senior brother with a sword. It must have hurt at that time, but I couldn't even see you clearly for the last time.

Xie Hanzi looked at him tenderly, as if he didn't know what he asked, but he still coaxed him and said, "It doesn't hurt."

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he poured himself a glass of wine leisurely, his demeanor and movements were exactly the same as in Sui Jian's memory.

Sui Jian just sat and looked at him quietly, as if time had frozen, and there were only him and the master left in the world.

After about a stick of incense, Sui Jian deeply imprinted Xie Hanzi's every frown and smile in her mind, and then she stood up reluctantly, and whispered to Xie Hanzi as if she was afraid of alarming anyone: "Master, I'm leaving. "

Xie Hanzi put down his wine glass and asked in confusion, "Where are you going?"

Sui Jian stood up, he clearly knew that the person in front of him was just a phantom, and the time to sink into the illusion willingly was enough.

He originally had countless words, endless grievances and wanted to confide in his master, but only now did he realize that those words had long been meaningless.

Sui Jian took two steps back and knelt down to Xie Hanzi. He vaguely seemed to have returned to the ruined temple in Luanfeng City, where he worshiped Xie Hanzi as his teacher. size.

He raised his head and smiled tremblingly: "Master, please take care."

If there is an afterlife, I would still like to be your apprentice. At that time, you don't have to block the sword for me anymore, and I will protect you instead.

It's a deal.

Sui Jian drew out the silver Kunpeng sword, and under Xie Hanzi's astonished eyes, slashed his arm severely.

Accompanied by intense pain, everything in front of him suddenly disappeared.

The dead are gone, this reason Sui Jian knows better than anyone else.To be able to see his master again in this kind of place, to make up for his regret of not being able to see his master clearly that day, is already a gift from God.

Even if it was fake, he was grateful.

Sui Jian covered her wound and knelt down on the ground, her forehead pressed against the ground in pain.There was a faint ticking sound, which was the blood flowing from Sui Jian's wound.Nothing came out of his tightly closed eyes.

He used this posture to calm down in the dim tower with difficulty, and when he stood up again, he was the fearless and proud Sui Jian again.

Sui Jian took out the medicine powder from her pocket, and calmly tore off a corner of her clothes to bandage her own wound.There is only such a mechanism on the eighth floor, and people with a slightly unstable mind will completely lose themselves, regardless of day or night, and will always be immersed in the illusion.

But Sui Jian couldn't do it, Zhu Lin was always in his heart, and just remembering this firmly was enough for him to muster up the courage to continue walking with a clear mind.

Sui Jian turned around and walked towards the last floor, behind him were a few dried-up bones that would stay here forever, dreaming of sweet dreams.

Living in the world, people will inevitably be disturbed by the world of mortals and have emotions and desires.As long as you have obsessions and desires, you will be caught by the illusion and locked at this level, sinking deeper and deeper, and it will be difficult to get out.

Could it be that only ruthless people can break through this level?

not necessarily.

The author has something to say:

I tortured myself while writing this chapter.

Come to a small theater:

Sui Jian: Master, I am with Xiaozhulin~

Xie Hanzi sharpened his knife with a smile: I knew that kid was not a good guy, and he dared to abduct my apprentice!