There are gaps in the road

Crunch!

Ye Chuxiao pushed open the cell door, and Ying Shu, who lived in the next room, sensed his arrival, and was urging Xindan in a hurry, frantically knocking on the door to ask for contact.

The recent changes in the situation, although Ying Shu learned about some of them through various channels, but she didn't know much, which made her feel very bad.

So she didn't want to stay in this rotten dungeon any longer.

As for the forces of the Original Principle Sect in Beijing, after the last twists and turns, the only one who has the ability to release her from the dungeon in a short period of time is Ye Chuxiao.

Even Ye Chuxiao has lost control of the dungeon of the Ministry of Punishment in name.

But also because of this, Ye Chuxiao can be more presumptuous and bold in whatever he does in the dungeon.

Ye Chuxiao blocked Ying Shu's call request, and mobilized more willpower to suppress all the abnormalities in Xindan.

It is necessary to communicate with Ying Shu again, but it is not yet, and it is still lacking a little enthusiasm.

To make Ying Shu truly feel that if she continues like this, she will have to wait until she dies, and then she will succumb in the next negotiation and take the initiative to let Ye Chuxiao take more initiative.

To put it bluntly, Ye Chuxiao was just waiting for Ying Shu to choose to give it a go.

And people who still have cards and other opportunities often don't choose to give it a go.

The dungeon where Tang Sutong was imprisoned was actually restored.

When Tang Sutong pushed Yan Po out of the dungeon with one palm, the cell where he was held also collapsed once.

But this didn't stop Ye Chuxiao from coming to look for clues.

Yan broke the prison and Tang Sutong sacrificed his death to Taoism, which is a sequential relationship.

In other words, even though this prison cell is a product of restoration, it still carries Tang Sutong's last moments.

Avoiding Lingcha, the prison-suppressing artifact, Ye Chuxiao's domain is shrouded in this cell.

In the prison cell, every minute and every trace of traces appeared in detail in Ye Chuxiao's eyes.

However, this is an ordinary prison cell.

Even though some stones in the prison cell seem to have written some words about the inherited exercises, they are still...ordinary.

After all, the dungeon of the Ministry of Punishment has imprisoned many important criminals, and some of them have had a good time.

For various reasons, it is normal for these guys to engrave some special methods on the stone bricks of the dungeon of the Ministry of Justice.

However, it is not easy to identify whether these things are really left for future generations to inherit, or are deliberately distorted and tampered with for the purpose of revenge on society.

Ye Chuxiao also remembered that in the past, there was a business of selling stone bricks out of boxes in the dungeon of the Ministry of Justice, which was considered a small hit in Shenjing City.

Later, most places in the dungeon completed the foundation replacement, and this business had no source of running water, so it ceased.

"Are you really willing to die like this?" Ye Chuxiao asked himself, if he were Tang Sutong, he would never choose this way.

Artistic conception monks are already standing at the apex of thousands of living beings.

On the other hand, the monks in the Unfixed Realm are often born by bringing together the luck of a world, and there are even many worlds that do not often have Unfixed Stations.

Such an existence completely abandons itself in order to create an opportunity for others?

People who stand at low places are more willing to simply believe in some great feelings, while those who think they have climbed to high places, because they have seen too many sneaks and behind-the-scenes transactions along the way, are not willing to Believe that there is some kind of great emotion in the world.

Ye Chuxiao didn't know what kind of mood he should have to continue the deduction.

After all, it is with a dark psychology, but it is speculated that there are ulterior motives in it.

Still continue to believe that this is a selfless dedication and sacrifice.

As an ordinary jailer, he had no doubts.

But now, he is also a master of artistic conception, but he has long lost his original purity.

He stared intently at the golden clock that came with time travel.

After self-cultivation, Ye Chuxiao has almost never used the function of time regression, but mostly uses it as a prop for refining and using Daoyun.

In the golden clock, there is a lot of dao rhyme.

These auras are just used dao rhymes, and the remaining fragments are far less important than dao rhymes.

And in many breaths, there is obviously no Taoist breath left by Tang Sutong.

Even the aura left by Yan Po had already been used up by Ye Chuxiao.

In the early days, Ye Chuxiao's sword technique was able to improve rapidly, thanks to Yan Po's 'teaching'.

"Since Dao Yun is better than breath, why can't Dao Yun itself do what Dao Yun's breath can do?"

"Is it because there is no host's breath?" Ye Chuxiao thought.

Originally, Ye Chuxiao was just questioning, but unexpectedly, the golden clock had a new change and reaction after a long absence.

The dao rhyme stored in Ye Chuxiao dissipated and disappeared immediately, but Ye Chuxiao keenly discovered that he had entered the state of 'time walking'.

In this state, he can't interfere with reality... Even if he tries to drive the domain, he can't have any impact on reality.

He cannot shake a grain of sand or a grain of dust in different time and space.

"It's so strange, the ship of good fortune swallowed Dao Yun, and can easily anchor in time and space. It seems that I don't worry about the problem of backlash in time and space at all."

"And the golden clock also swallowed Dao Yun, but it can only make me a ghost in the gap of time."

"Is there any difference between the two? Or is the priority of the golden clock really inferior to the ship of creation?"

"However... this golden clock will change its functions and functions according to my needs and ideas. This seems to indicate that it still has great potential, but I don't know where the limit is." Ye Chuxiao said like a ghost He floated out of the cell, turned around in the dungeon, and confirmed that he had gone back in time.

"About three months ago, that is to say, if you freely consume a wisp of Wuzhu Dao Rhyme, you can move the pointer of time back three months."

"Why three months?"

"Isn't it just a month, or a year?" Ye Chuxiao didn't understand, and the golden clock seemed to be inferior to an ordinary artifact in this respect. It didn't seem to have a spirit, but only simple function reminders.

If Ye Chuxiao didn't take the initiative to trigger it, then some functions would never be launched to Ye Chuxiao.

Of course, any function must be consumed with Dao Yun as the core.

There is no such thing as free.

In a sense, Ye Chuxiao is more like a 'consumer' than the controller of the golden clock.

Obtaining the golden clock is only qualified to trade with it.

Dao Yun is consumed strand by strand.

And time, also by Ye Chuxiao's side, quickly reversed.

Night and day are just a short moment, and there is no gap between years, just like turning the pages of a book.

When Ye Chuxiao consumed the No.18 dao rhyme, he finally saw Tang Sutong in the cell.

The old man who used all of himself to sacrifice the way of heaven in exchange for 30 or [-] years of completeness, stood there with his whole body upright, even if it was a dark cage, it seemed to him like an infinite starry sky.

Ye Chuxiao looked at Tang Sutong, observing him carefully, trying to sense his aura and explore his secrets.

However, Tang Sutong turned around, and then looked in Ye Chuxiao's direction... showing a smile.

The smile seemed to release the tiredness and get relief.

!!!

Ye Chuxiao suddenly felt cold sweat break out all over his body.

This is hell!

Did Tang Sutong see him?
Or... just a coincidence?
Tang Sutong happened to be looking at something else?
"It seems that you and I are very destined, little friend... If you don't mind, sit down and chat with me, an old man?" Tang Sutong waved his hand, and tables, chairs and tea appeared out of nowhere in the originally empty cell.

Ye Chuxiao restrained his emotions, sat down as promised, and tried to touch the teacup, but found that the touch was real...he actually held the teacup in his hand.

It's like two different points in time, because of some kind of accident, at this time, they merged quietly and silently.

"Is this something that Wudingjing can do?"

"This...how is it so mysterious?" Ye Chuxiao's heart was full of doubts.

He himself is already at the peak of artistic conception, and theoretically there is only one layer between artistic conception and indefinite state.

For monk Yijing, shaking mountains and rivers, moving mountains and filling seas are very reluctant things, but monk Wuding has reached the point of playing with time?
This is too exaggerated!

Doesn't it mean entering the realm of Daluo Jinxian directly from the Tribulation Transcending Period?

Who determined the boundary division, calling this only one layer apart?
Ye Chuxiao had too many doubts and puzzles, but when it came to her mouth, she didn't know where to start.

Indeed, it was Tang Sutong who surprised him too much.

"Are you, how did you see me?" Ye Chuxiao calmed down and asked after pouring the tea in the cup into his mouth.

The tea is warm and fragrant. Although it is ordinary tea, it is refreshing, which makes Ye Chuxiao calm down gradually.

No matter what kind of secret it is.

As long as Tang Sutong is willing to solve his doubts for him, then he can unravel the cocoons and unfold the doubts.

"It's just a choice. It's actually not as difficult as you think." Tang Sutong said softly, and at the same time sat opposite Ye Chuxiao, looking at him with a smile in his eyes.

Seemingly seeing that Ye Chuxiao was not quite 'convinced', Tang Sutong added thoughtfully: "The me you saw was not the real me at that time. The Dao of Sacrifice is a...very resolute self Demise, whether it is the past or the future, is offered together, and only in this way... can the escaping one be stopped."

"You and I are both passers-by in this time and space. If you hadn't stirred up the waves of time, I wouldn't have come into being."

"Fortunately, with you, I can get off the table and take a breather."

Having said that, Tang Sutong blinked at Ye Chuxiao, drank tea as well, and showed nostalgia.

Tang Sutong's explanation was not complete, and there were some hidden parts. Ye Chuxiao understood that Tang Sutong didn't tell him about the part related to the specific concept and specific ability of Wudingjing, in order to avoid "leaking secrets". affecting his future.

Although the explanation was not complete, Ye Chuxiao barely understood it.

Tang Sutong's sacrifice to Taoism was not directly at the cost of simple death or the loss of soul.

Instead, the past, present, and future existence itself were used as bargaining chips, and a kind of bet against the sky was carried out.

Ye Chuxiao consumed Dao Yun, and backtracked in time and space, dragging Tang Sutong off the gambling table first.

So, the Tang Sutong that Ye Chuxiao saw was actually not the Tang Sutong before the sacrifice, but the Tang Sutong after the sacrifice?
"So, the reason why the monks of the Unsettled Realm sacrificed their lives to maintain the Dao for a long time or a short time is because of the difference in the number of chips they have?"

"Or is it because of some off-site reasons? The difference in the results of the betting?"

Ye Chuxiao thought for a while and asked, "Do you still exist?"

Tang Sutong shook his head: "As far as this moment is concerned, I exist. As far as the time and space where you are really located, I only have one thought. However, the length of life, whether it exists or not, for me, does not depend on the simple survival of the physical body. , as long as the fire I sprinkled is still burning, and the ideas I insist on are still being carried out by others, then spiritually speaking, I have already existed forever."

"I've already said that indefiniteness is a choice."

"And there are many choices!"

"The immortality of the individual and the immortality of the spirit are both results."

Ye Chuxiao concentrated on thinking, but did not continue to delve into this topic.

"What about Xiao Chi?" Ye Chuxiao asked.

He wanted to know whether Tang Sutong knew or didn't know about Xiao Chi.

If he knew, did he also leave some arrangements.

Tang Sutong tapped her fingers on the table, as if she was deliberating and weighing.

He hesitated for a long time, even the tea in Ye Chuxiao's cup was already cold, before he slowly said: "I know!"

One sentence, I know, made the doubts hovering in Ye Chuxiao's heart even more chaotic.

Ye Chuxiao was able to judge that Tang Sutong's "I know" did not refer to after he sacrificed the Tao, but before the sacrifice.

It is not that Tang Sutong and Xiao Chi, these two uncertain beings, have never met each other.

Rather, they are aware of each other's existence.

That being the case, why is Tang Sutong still willing?

"Wait! Tang Sutong's hesitation just now..."

"I was wrong. Based on what Tang Sutong said before, from a certain angle...why is he unwilling?"

"If Tang Sutong and Xiao Chi are like-minded, why doesn't he want to?"

"After all, Tang Sutong can only fight for 30 to 30 years, what about after [-] to [-] years?"

"If the world is refined by Xiao Chi in a complete form, does this complete state mean that it can continue indefinitely?"

Ye Chuxiao keenly grasped the key point.

This is also a trip to the palace, simulating the harvest of 'Xiao Chi's personality'.

If it was before, Ye Chuxiao instinctively substituted Xiao Chi into Jin Buyi's personality, she wouldn't be able to understand this kind of thing.

Because the gold is not left behind, there is no such personality charm, it is worthy of an existence like Tang Sutong to pave the way for him.

"I don't want to say... but I do."

"Why did Tang Sutong change his mind?"

"Because of Xiao Chi, he hesitated?"

"Because the real Xiao Chi might not be as good as Tang Sutong expected?" Ye Chuxiao wondered.

If there is a problem, Ye Chuxiao will bring it up.

So he asked directly: "Why change your mind?"

Tang Sutong rubbed the center of his brows, and reluctantly said: "Young man, you are really sharp!"

"I'm hesitant because of . . . uncertainty."

"I trust him, but it doesn't mean I can trust everything about him, and I know better that he was a part that was deliberately released for me."

"I'm not sure if my choice will lead the world to a worse ending."

"So fortunately... I also met you, and I have a chance to make up for my mistakes."

Tang Sutong looked at Ye Chuxiao with a smile, waiting for Ye Chuxiao's answer.