I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 238: Millennium Covenant (Part )

"What do you mean?" He Si's eyes lit up and she said to Qin Jian.

"I am not a mirror." Qin Jian concluded first. "Before, I was bewitched by Yanyan and because of my previous situation, I really thought I was a mirror. The crisis now must be because I differentiated into another mirror. In fact, I am the differentiated mirror. Otherwise, how could I have no memory of my origins? But there are always many things that cannot be explained..."

"Just like we discussed before, why are you different from other ancient objects and have the ability to transform? Why can't you return to your original form after you transform into a human form? Why is the bond between you and your original form so illusory? Why do you lose the ability to use the mirror domain after your injury heals? Why... I always feel that you don't look like a mirror."

"Yes, I thought about it for a long time, and the most reasonable explanation is that I am not a mirror. I can control the mirror gallery because I am the maker of the mirror. By chance, a certain process in the manufacturing process triggered a magnetic field mutation, and I and the mirror are connected in some ways. She has a personality, and I have a mirror character. Thinking in this way, all the questions you raised are solved, and the other two questions need to be explained."

"One is why the person I saw polishing the mirror was Song Zhaoxuan instead of you, and the other is why your memory is fragmented."

Because of this telepathic connection, Qin Jian nodded contentedly: "One of them doesn't seem to be a problem now. Ah Si said that although that person has Song Zhaoxuan's face, his voice gradually became mine. It's obvious that the mirror has done something wrong."

"Not only is their figure similar, their temperament and demeanor are also similar. It's just that someone is so conceited that he insisted that I thought about him during the day and dreamed about him at night, so I mistook the lover in the illusion for him."

He Si's words sounded like an accusation, but in reality they were just coquettish words. Qin Jian couldn't help but lower his eyebrows and smile, saying, "It's my fault."

"By the way, when did you find out?"

"In the illusion of the Medicine Master's Hall, every word was superfluous, but I didn't expect that there would be a loophole."

"That illusion... She has been sowing discord, disguising herself as you to get rid of Song Zhaoxuan, and made up an almost perfect story to make me doubt your true identity." He Si thought, her eyes unfocused as she searched through her memories, but she couldn't find the loophole that Qin Jian mentioned.

Seeing that she was confused, Qin Jian reminded her: "Think again about the face of the person lying on the ground."

"That's right!" He Si suddenly realized, "According to the rhythm of the dream, the person lying on the ground should be over fifty years old, but what I saw was still Song Zhaoxuan, who was still in his twenties."

"Yes, at that time I realized that someone had tampered with it and replaced the real face, but he only paid attention to the appearance and ignored the details of the character." Qin Jian looked at He Si and continued, "It was then that I realized why I chose to transform into an old man to walk the world. I thought it was for convenience, but in fact it was an instinct, because before I fell into a coma, I was an old man."

He Si heard something else in Qin Jian's words, and after thinking carefully for a while, she asked, "Do you think your memory was broken at that time?"

"Yes, I showed you the place where I woke up. I fell asleep there, and I woke up there too."

“What happened here?”

"That's the second question, which is why Yanyan and I entered this painting." "Here..." He Si turned her head and looked around. Because of her intervention, the ground was now covered with ink stains, and there was no order. She asked hesitantly, "Can I see the lost memories here?"

"It's a chess game on multiple screens," Qin Jian emphasized again, "Although I haven't tried it, the multiple layers of time and space embedded in the painting may really be able to take us back to the past."

"The process of me just walking in was like Inception," He Si heard this and looked at the messy ink marks around her. She suddenly felt a little timid when she thought the truth was about to be revealed. She didn't want to spoil Qin Jian's fun, so she opened and closed her mouth a few times and finally asked, "Could it be a trap? Would she be so kind?"

Qin Jian naturally knew what she was worried about, and said calmly: "One more thing is needed, the soul bottle."

So that's how it is. He Si immediately understood the implication of Qin Jian's words. Yanyan's game was all for the Soul Bottle. She must have gotten inspiration from the relationship between the Soul Bottle and the little stone. She wanted to trick the Soul Bottle from Qin Jian and achieve her goal of completely transforming herself. But to do all this, she naturally couldn't get something for nothing - the method of obtaining lost memories was her bait.

"Why don't you take it out?" Thinking of this, He Si blinked expectantly. She lowered her head to look at Qin Jian's hand. After a moment, she suddenly showed a look of vigilance, "No, where is Yanyan?"

"Ah Si is now caring about the most important person?"

Looking at Qin Jian's teasing expression, He Si's face turned red, and her eyes turned to the other person in a panic.

When she first entered the painting, she was so angry that she smashed everything in the painting with her anger, except for the huge mountain and Yanyan. After that, the clouds dispersed, the wind died down, the crisis was eliminated, and the dust gradually settled. She saw Qin Jian's sudden change from fragile and hopeless to bright and happy, and she was so blinded by lust that she forgot to find out where the abuser had gone. Later, she was eager to exchange information with Qin Jian. From illusion to reality, every detail hid clues. She was addicted to the feeling of unraveling the mystery and telepathy, and she had long thrown the mirror into the clouds. At this moment, when the soul bottle was suddenly mentioned, He Si remembered that there was a crisis lurking.

"Where is she?" He was a little nervous when he first asked, but seeing Qin Jian's confident look, he gradually became less nervous.

"She is in her reincarnation." Qin Jian said, and he pulled out a celadon jar from nowhere, like a magician. This jar was smaller than the piled sculpture barn jars that He Si had seen, and could barely fit in her hand. But although it was small, it had all the necessary parts. The pavilions and attics on the jar were not cut corners at all, and the singing and dancing girls showed their magical powers, and birds and animals flew around. The whole structure was exquisite and beautiful.

He Si's eyes were attracted by the soul bottle. She remembered what Qin Jian said before, that the soul bottle had the function of collecting the spiritual energy of ancient objects and the essence of cultural relics. She also remembered that Yanyan was originally an ancient mirror, and asked curiously, "Did you absorb Yanyan into it as well?"

"Yes and no. A stone from another mountain can be used to polish a jade," Qin Jian smiled proudly, revealing a cheerful youthful spirit. "From the moment I entered the painting, I have been using the Soul Bottle to absorb the spirit of the Panlong Mirror. Yanyan wanted to use my memory to trap me, which reminded me that maybe I could also use her memory to trap her. Before you took action, I happened to have collected enough resources and activated the Soul Bottle."

"You...she..." Yanyan didn't know what to say for a moment.

Qin Jian blinked his eyes and said, "I have to save myself. Otherwise, if Ah Si doesn't come, I will be in the hands of Jingzi."

"Then what should we do now?"

"Of course, we have to activate the soul bottle again and trace the source. If we want to know all the truth, we can only fulfill a thousand-year appointment on behalf of the girl and the general before Yanyan gets out of the predicament."