At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The truth is, it's a lie.

Calling a deer a horse!

Xiao Ruolin is not blind, let alone a fool. The monster in front of him is definitely not the clever Lingsong of the past.

Suddenly, he remembered the conversation with Sikong Changfeng in Xueyue City.

Can you take me to see your master?

When Sikong Changfeng said this, his expression was extremely solemn.

Combined with the special task inexplicably issued by the system - [Strange Doctor, Holy Spirit Boy]

Xiao Ruolin is sure that this is not a coincidence and connects everything together.

He suddenly had a terrible idea, maybe the life in the valley that year...

is all false!

Everything he sees is illusory, and the past is all false.

Just like the monster in front of him...

If everything is as expected, then Uncle Wang? He!!

"Master... Where is my uncle?" Xiao Ruolin spoke slowly, his tone extremely calm.

Although he was very anxious, he still pretended to be calm, trying to make himself look less weird.

The half-old immortal walked up, held his hand and said with a smile: "Haha! Your uncle went to the back mountain to fish. I haven't seen him for several days. I don't know where he went."

Listening to the half-old immortal's answer, Xiao Ruolin felt his mind shaken violently, and everything in front of him seemed to collapse in an instant.

The half-old immortal didn't notice his abnormality, but enthusiastically took Xiao Ruolin's hand and walked into the valley.

In order to further verify his guess, Xiao Ruolin did not resist, but followed him in, and the monster behind him also followed the two.

Feeling the warmth in his palm, Xiao Ruolin was very confused.

The master's kindness to him didn't seem fake, and he even taught him all the medical skills he knew.

But why did he lie to himself?

The valley was filled with gloomy fog, as creepy as a ghostland.

But the breath exuded by the half-old immortal was like a light in the dark that dispelled the dark haze, small but bringing hope to people.

The smell of medicine on his body and his external image were also like a miracle doctor.

Passing through the misty valley, the two came to a dark green lake, the lake water was clear and blue, and occasionally there would be a few ripples.

Compared with the gloomy valley outside, this place seemed to be a quiet place, a paradise.

By the lake, Xiao Ruolin saw a wooden bamboo courtyard in the distance, where he had lived.

Is everything in front of him really fake?

Xiao Ruolin lowered his eyebrows slightly and looked at the gray-haired old man in front of him.

A thousand thoughts...

"Silly boy, why do you have such an expression? You haven't been back for so long, maybe you have forgotten everything?" The half-old immortal turned his head and looked at Xiao Ruolin, his eyes full of love and intimacy.

Xiao Ruolin was slightly startled, retracted his gaze and shook his head, whispering: "Yes, I almost forgot."

"Hehe!" The half-old immortal smiled, stretched out his right palm and patted his shoulder, comforting him: "I dare not dream of anything else, I just hope you can inherit my mantle and save the world, and my only wish is to keep the master's lineage forever. You don't know that you beat up your master..."

The half-old immortal talked endlessly, his face full of reminiscence.

But Xiao Ruolin found that there was a trace of regret in his master's eyes.

Or it was grief...

The grief was well hidden, but he still captured it clearly.

The half-old immortal led Xiao Ruolin into the bamboo courtyard. Strangely, the monster did not follow them in, but stayed outside the valley.

Banlaoxian made a pot of tea for Xiao Ruolin, handed it to him and said with a smile: "Try it, this is the Biluochun carefully selected by the master."

Xiao Ruolin poured himself a cup and took a sip. He felt sweet and refreshing, and the fragrance was rich.

It is absolutely the best tea!

More importantly, there is nothing else mixed in the tea, that is, the master did not give him hallucinogenic drugs.

And his sixth sense also told him that the master's kindness to him was sincere.

Putting down the teacup, Xiao Ruolin looked up and looked at Banlaoxian, and asked seriously: "Master, how many days has Uncle Wang not returned?"

Banlaoxian was stunned for a while when he heard it, and then smiled in a trance: "About three days, don't worry, your Uncle Wang has done this more than once or twice, I will make you a delicious meal and let you see the game."

After speaking, Banlaoxian turned around and walked towards the bamboo house. His eyes were a little evasive, as if he wanted to avoid this question.

Xiao Ruolin sat on the chair, picked up the remaining tea on the table, and drank the last sip.

His heart was completely in a mess, and his mind was filled with

Filled with countless doubts and suspicions.

Who is the monster wearing a purple python robe outside?

What's the matter with his white hair?

All kinds of questions filled his mind. Sikong Changfeng's reaction at that time already represented that this matter was by no means simple.

Even he was unwilling to reveal much. Xiao Ruolin felt that Sikong Changfeng had concealed many things.

Perhaps all this needs to be asked to the master in person.

Xiao Ruolin looked calmly at the smoke from the bamboo house. He slowly got up and walked towards the bamboo house.

At this moment, he had planned to abandon everything and do everything he could to find out the whole story.

At this moment, the bamboo courtyard was silent, and only the chirping of insects and birds and the curling smoke could be heard.

Pushing open the bamboo door, what came into view was the familiar furnishings.

A wooden bed, a few simple tables, chairs and benches.

On the right side of the bamboo house, Ban Laoxian was busy with his back to Xiao Ruolin. Hearing the noise, he said without turning his head: "Don't worry, my dear disciple, the meal will be served soon."

Xiao Ruolin stood silently in the same place, standing in front of the door and staring at the busy figure of his master.

This scene was so familiar that Xiao Ruolin couldn't take his eyes away.

His eyes reflected the image of Langya Wang Shu helping his master.

But he never thought that all this was a lie.

Xiao Ruolin retracted his thoughts and walked around in the bamboo house. He went to the room where Langya Wang Shu used to live.

The door was ajar, and the inside was spotless, clean and tidy. Nothing had changed.

Suddenly, a striking box in the corner caught his attention.

It seemed that there was no such box in Langya Wang Shu's room back then!

Xiao Ruolin walked there quickly and gently opened the box.

There was a silver long sword inside, with a simple shape and a Tai Chi pattern engraved on the hilt.

What was even more eye-catching was that under the long sword was a blue Taoist robe with cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs and two golden small characters written on it - Wudang!

The moment he saw the Taoist robe, Xiao Ruolin was stunned.

As the former leader of the Taoist sect, how could Wudang's Taoist robe appear in Uncle Wang's room?

Xiao Ruolin couldn't help but frown, and his heart was full of waves. He took a deep breath, suppressed his doubts, and touched the Taoist robe.

Although it was a long time ago, it was certain that this Taoist robe was not something that ordinary disciples could wear.

For a while, Xiao Ruolin fell into silence. He suddenly found that things were becoming more and more confusing and more unpredictable.

The furnishings in the room were still the same as before, but he suddenly felt that the room was filled with inexplicable weirdness.

Xiao Ruolin couldn't help but feel a chill on his back, and a sense of uneasiness filled his heart.

However, at this moment, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred. The room suddenly oozed blood and countless corpses appeared in front of him. Their faces were unrecognizable, their skin turned into charcoal, and they looked hideous and terrifying...

Xiao Ruolin suddenly raised his head, his eyes bulged out, and stared at the roof.

On the beam, a female corpse was hanging. She was bloody, her chest was uneven, her skin was dark blue, and her eyes were open.

Just as Xiao Ruolin was stunned, he suddenly heard the hoarse and harsh voice of the half-old immortal: "Good disciple..."

"It's time to take medicine!"