I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 160: Book Journey ()
"You broke into my life, why am I the one who wants to wake up!"

"This is not reality. No matter how beautiful it is, it is just a mirror. Trust me, I have had the same experience." He Si tried to get closer to Yanyan, "Since you have written this book, you can understand the mysterious power of ancient objects. This This time it was because of the Sitting Guanyin in your book, she brought you into this life you have dreamed of."

"Really? You actually know the magical power of ancient objects." Yan Yan raised his eyes nonchalantly, "It is indeed an ancient object. Unfortunately, it is not the Sitting Guanyin, but a pen. It allows me to turn the world I write into Reality, a pen that allows me to live freely in the world I build.”

"What pen?"

"Wuxin Sanzhuo pen."

"Zhuge is the only one who can use Sanzhuo pen. It's quite interesting. He's still in his infancy, but he already knows three parts of the world."

"No, Sanzhuo pen, Dongpo's favorite, free and romantic, only Dongpo'er."

Qin Jian was a little surprised that the girl in front of him could say such a thing at such a young age. After thinking for a moment, he asked: "If you say freedom, let go of one thought and feel everything at ease, have you let it go?"

"Old-fashioned."

"Ha," Qin Jian chuckled, not feeling offended at all. He glanced at He Si, as if he had thought of something interesting, and was very happy. He waited until He Si rolled her eyes at him before continuing, "So I relied on my old skills and asked the girl again, when did this pen come from and where did it come from? Was the autograph session that the girl just blurted out also created by this pen? "

Yanyan was silent, and after a long time he asked: "Who are you? I saw He Si's boyfriend on the news. He is the second-generation rich man named Deng Chensha. Why are you by her side now?"

Qin Jian was choked and was silent for a while before regaining his rhythm: "Having a pen like this is your lifelong wish, so you can't help but fall into it. But as I just said , the real cultural relic is the Sitting Guanyin, who gave you such a pen. You think you are using the pen to create your own life, but in fact you are still trapped in the life created by others for you, and you are still uncomfortable."

"Really?" After the two words with unknown meaning, Yanyan looked directly into Qin Jian's eyes, as if to find traces of lying on his face, but Qin Jian didn't speak anymore, he couldn't avoid it. , waiting for the girl to think clearly.

But he didn't wait for the answer he wanted. After a long confrontation, he said slowly: "What if I don't want to wake up?"

The gray fog on all sides has taken on substance, sinking like dust into the world, and the world beneath our feet is shrouded in heavy dark clouds, which is a silent threat from words.

He Si stood up, neither humble nor arrogant: "Then we can only forcefully wake you up."

"This is my world. When I write about spring, the flowers will bloom. When I write about autumn, the leaves will wither. When I write about temples, there will be evening drums and morning bells. When I write about fields, there will be insects chirping and frogs singing. Do you think you can win? ?"

As if in response to the words, there was a thunder, flying sand and rocks, everything in sight suddenly changed, and pressure came like a mountain topple. He Si stood there, her expression unchanged, gentle and polite: "Before you, we met a person who had the ability to follow his words, but now I am still standing in front of you."

He Si spoke extremely calmly, as if she had a winning chance.

She was talking about Deng Lin. The power of Deng Lin's words and expressions depended on that piece of tortoise shell. And they were able to defeat Deng Lin that day because of the yarrow taken from Fu Xiling in Taihao and Qin Jian's company. . Now Yarrow is not around at all, Qin Jian is still seriously injured and his strength is unknown, but for some reason, He Si is not afraid at all.

He Si's calmness made Yan Yan anxious.

"Why do you have to meddle in other people's business? Even if what you say is true, even if this is all a dream, don't I even have the right to choose to dream?"

"That's vanity." "I love that vanity."

"Unfortunately, I have a friend who has also been swallowed up by this illusion. To wake him up, you are the only clue."

"What if he also loves this vanity?"

"When we dispel his confusion, he will understand that the painstaking efforts we have made today are all for his own good."

"It's for your own good, it turns out it's for your own good, isn't it? I hate all the people in this world who are indiscriminately doing it for your own good!" Yan Yan's eyes were filled with red storm, "He Si, you and your boyfriend The news happened to provide me with inspiration, and the story is only half written. Why don't you go down with him to help me develop the ending? Don't you want to save us? Then let's see if you have the ability to bear the consequences of saving us!"

"Speak!"

The feeling of weightlessness suddenly hit him, and He Si's unfinished persuasion was blocked in his throat.

The words had disappeared, and only the howling of the wind was left in my ears, and the outlines of buildings that could not yet be seen were coming towards me. If no measures are taken, they may be turned into a puddle of mud due to the violent impact before they enter the story told by Yan Yan.

Just as they were thinking about it, a hurricane struck from bottom to top, slowing down the momentum of the two's descent. Huge wings rose into the sky and circled over. It was Xiao Jiu who was helping them clear the way. But the falling speed was too fast, and Xiao Jiu didn't dare to catch this huge force easily.

He Si took action, and dense threads rushed out from her fingertips.

"Asi, are you going to cut us into pieces?"

After Qin Jian's teasing laugh, the girl snorted slightly proudly.

"Just watch."

The silk thread is still vigorous, but it doesn't feel as cold as the sharp blade when it was shot before. The almost transparent silk threads are layered in layers, intertwined in warp and weft, and woven together one by one, gathering into a white braid, slightly glowing with silver, like a girl's white soul soaked in moonlight, without any murderous spirit, which makes people feel at ease. .

And Qin Jian also moved, a cube quickly turned around on his five fingertips, and rough black ink marks appeared out of thin air from light to dark, and he stroked them horizontally and vertically, elegantly and freely, as if someone was using the air as paper to spread the ink. . There are more and more ink marks, and those lines do not stop around the two people, but travel from all directions, entwining each other, densely packed, weaving a black protective net, wrapping the two people in the middle.

The speed of falling was slowed down again, and Xiao Jiu did not stop the wind of his wings. Under the escort of the black net bag, the two of them landed steadily on the delicate and soft silk blanket.

One bird and two people showed their magical powers, and in a blink of an eye, the danger was saved.

"what is this?"

Just after standing firm, He Si had no time to observe the changes around her, so she couldn't help but touch the net composed of text strokes around her. With the warmth of the fingertips, the ink stains smudged, like paper dropped into water, and the original black color turned from dark to light, dissipating like ashes between heaven and earth, as if it had never appeared before.

Almost at the same time, Qin Jian also squatted down and brushed his palm against the blanket that fell on the ground, but there was only a piece of cold nothingness in his tentacles, and the silvery blanket seemed to be just a ray of moonlight. And as Qin Jian's palm fell, the moonlight was shattered into pieces of starlight, floating to the sky between light and darkness.