Looking at the stone door that was sliding and being pushed aside, Zhang Xiaohan was stunned for a moment, Mu Hibiscus and Song Chensha didn't notice Zhang Xiaohan's strange appearance, and they were also surprised for a moment by this unseen way of opening the stone door.
Zhang Xiaohan's hand is still on the handle of the door, which is very similar to the handle of a crack, but her attention is on the folding part of the door, she doesn't know the specific name of this location, and she didn't pay attention to these details in her previous life, but even if she hasn't experienced such details for a long time, as long as she sees them again, the memories will come flooding back.
This is a stone gate that does not need spiritual power to open, and in the previous life, there were many ways to open it like this, and the memories that have long been forgotten are the first to recall the underwater cave under the boundless sea, the same kind that leaves their own memories in pinyin, the real same kind.
In the Nether, a lonely person who has never ascended in his life, walking alone, is there still one here, who has been looking forward to the arrival of the same kind, looking forward to no longer being lonely.
Squeezing into the forbidden place where the gate is located, through the faint white light of fluorescent stone, you can see a step deep into the ground, the air is still dry, slightly different from the previous underwater passage, the passage is surrounded by submarine rocks, and there is a formation on it, isolating moisture, as if isolating the erosion of time.
The width and height of the stone steps under his feet are inexplicably familiar, especially the long railing on one side of the steps, which makes Zhang Xiaohan's heart beat faster, and his eyes are inexplicably sad. couldn't help but look at the top of her head, there were several illuminated spars inlaid on the top of her head, as if to confirm something, she coughed softly, the spar above her head lit up, Zhang Xiaohan shook her body, and a hand behind her supported her arm.
"The formation is controlled, and the formation can be opened if there is a sound."
Mu Hibiscus's calm voice came, Zhang Xiaohan looked at the top of his head and was silent for a while, put away the fluorescent stone with his backhand, held the railing on the right hand, and walked down the steps.
After only a few steps, there was a familiar feeling under her feet again, this stone step seemed to be designed for ordinary people, the height was soothing, the width was the same, and the line of sight was downward, she was unwilling to use her divine sense to detect.
After the ten steps, there was a jogging platform with a length of more than one meter, then a downward stone step, and then a jogging platform, in front of which was a large door, and when Zhang Xiaohan saw the gate, her sour eyes finally moistened, so that she had to close her eyes for a while to block the surging in her heart.
In the center of the plain and unadorned gate is a standard nine-square grid, each of which clearly displays a number, a number that only those who have experienced a past life will recognize, Arabic numerals.
What was left in the submarine cave was pinyin, here are Arabic numerals, I know that it is not the same person, and it will not be familiar, but such a familiar number, even if Zhang Xiaohan has already practiced the iron heart, he can't help but feel hurt.
It is difficult for people who have not experienced past and present lives to understand this kind of pain, especially two worlds with different interfaces, even if the whole world is for a long time, even if the living habits including thinking are completely integrated into this world, they still can't get rid of the influence of the previous life.
No matter which world you are in, you are destined to be lonely, and the influence of the two worlds can completely change your life.
However, this feeling of seeing the same kind is still different, as if knowing that someone has been as lonely and struggling as her, there is a feeling of pain and relief in my heart, and there is also some fear.
"What is this, there is no formation."
Mu Hibiscus briefly checked the stone gate, as if he looked at Zhang Xiaohan casually, and also looked back at Song Chensha, Song Chensha had no words and no expression, just looked at the stone door, and when he looked at Mu Hibiscus, he also quietly glanced at Zhang Xiaohan.
"I guess it's some kind of mechanism."
Zhang Xiaohan calmed her thoughts, she knew that her shock had aroused the suspicions of Mu Hibiscus and Song Chensha, and she was suddenly glad that the last time Mu Hibiscus refused to tell her about her past life, now she didn't want to explain it at all.
She took a step forward, touched the stone door lightly with her hand, and suddenly wanted to laugh, this fellow who left traces of life in the previous life, chose a nine-square grid that was not too difficult, but not everyone knew the nine-square grid in the previous life, if he met an illiterate person, an illiterate person in the previous life, or a liberal arts student, who had never been exposed to this kind of thing at all Her hand rested on the nine-square grid, placing 2, 4, 6, 8 on the four corners in order from left to right, top to bottom, and then placing 5 in the middle, pausing for a moment, she even counted and checked it, as if she were a schoolboy, followed by four other numbers that were already unfamiliar but never forgotten.
She knew that Mu Hibiscus and Song Chensha were watching her fiddle with these strange numbers, she didn't want to explain it and couldn't explain it, she had long lost the mind to discuss her past life with others, as if her mentality had also aged because of her appearance and body.
The sound of a slight collision, as the last number fell, the stone gate first protruded a little, and then slid to the side, silently, and the ground suddenly lit up in front of her, Zhang Xiaohan subconsciously reached out to stop the hibiscus, and also stopped Zhang Xiaohan, she heard her own voice, hoarse, as if it was no longer her voice.
"Don't go in."
She stopped them, she didn't want to think about their state of mind at the moment, she didn't look at the thickness of the stone door, the formation lines on the door frame, everything was in her sight, but it seemed to be out of sight.
"Don't go in, here, let me be alone for a while."
Zhang Xiaohan said in a low voice, she stepped forward and walked into this spacious living room.
She thought that she would never see such an arrangement again in this life, completely the layout of her previous life.
The chandelier hanging above her head, only seen in high-end hotels or TV, she can't even name the chandelier, the crystals are clearly the products of this world, carved with extremely exquisite formations, which are inlaid with shiny crystals, the civilization of the previous world and the civilization of this world are cleverly combined, only this one chandelier, only the time required to do it is several years.
Around the ceiling, there is a popular decoration in the world, the built-in roof lamp, or other names, against a wall is a row of couches, made of the hides of monsters, and then there is a coffee table, and the opposite wall is a glass curtain wall, knowing that there is no such thing as a TV in this world, Zhang Xiaohan's eyes can't help but look for the remote control.
On the coffee table, she saw something that shouldn't have been, and then she couldn't help but look to the left, and there was indeed an open dining room and kitchen, a small bar with a familiar shape of glass wine bottles, of course just the glass that looked, and then the cabinets, the sink, and the stove.
Familiar cloakroom, bathroom, master bedroom, second bedroom, study, familiar layout, she finally stood at the door of the study, looking at a row of standing bookshelves, writing desks, chairs next to them, all items with formations, just to be preserved for a long time.
She saw the notebook folded on the desk, and also saw the fountain pen, at first glance she thought that it was definitely a fountain pen that could write words, the owner of this cave, no, the owner of this room is very good at enjoying life, he is completely different from her, he used his own way to move the living area of his previous life completely.
At this moment, she wanted to keep Hibiscus and Song Chensha out forever, this place did not belong to them, but she knew that this place did not belong to her, just like her, this kind of person also got the civilization of this world, they were all the same, and they were firmly imprinted by the two worlds.
She retreated to the living room, looking at Mu Hibiscus and Song Chensha standing outside the door, the two stood there calmly, they saw Zhang Xiaohan's lost soul outside the door, such a completely unseen interior layout, with the shadow of Zhang Xiaohan once happily decorating the room for Mu Hibiscus, without Zhang Xiaohan's explanation, they guessed that the owner of this cave house and Zhang Xiaohan came from the same place.
Zhang Xiaohan returned to the study and closed the door of the study, although this door did not have any formation, but this gesture showed that she did not want to be disturbed.
Sitting behind the desk, her gaze fell on the notebook on the desk, on which there was a small prohibition, which she looked at for a while and dispelled it.
This is a black notebook, with a golden print on it, even if she doesn't recognize this pattern, Zhang Xiaohan also knows that it must be from a previous life, she gently rubbed it, felt the softness on it, and then opened it, and the snow-white paper was lined with neat handwriting.
Day 32: Grandma's, finally safe, don't worry about being eaten by monsters, being taken away, you can howl for a while in a closed surrounded by fucking formation prohibitions.
I really want to cry, howl, I really don't have that much ambition, I don't like this world at all, what does cultivation, longevity, and survival of the fittest have to do with me, I just want to be an ordinary person, ahhhhh Day 50: I accept my fate, isn't it just to be a monk, it seems that in this world, being a monk is more enjoyable than being a mortal, at least the same years of life, it is much more exciting.
But I'm provoking someone.
Day 100: Novels and life are always different, the humiliated protagonists in the novel have the day when they turn over, either self-reliance, or get the golden finger, or meet a nobleman, or take out the knowledge of the previous life to show off, now, I want to say solemnly: It's all fucking fart Zhang Xiaohan looked at the big exclamation mark at the end, and couldn't help but smile, her eyes were a little sour, she remembered what she had just crossed over, is it the setting of this world that is to be bitter.
Day 147: I can't remember the time, day by day, time is really fast, the reality is getting more and more real, the past is getting more and more blurred, it's a miracle that I'm still alive.
Half a year: Approximate time, time is so fast, a few days when you close your eyes and then open your eyes, no wonder the monks in this world have a long lifespan, but no matter how long they are, they are all in retreat, what's the point?
1 year: 1 year, it's true, I deliberately wrote down this time, only 1 year, I feel that I have changed, I have become more like a person in this world, I have learned to be cruel, indifferent, and one day I will forget who I used to be. 3 years: Time is just a number, I remember before, how I envied the dark-faced fan, now this is my standard, hehe, standard, only 3 years, but how do I feel like a lifetime.
Zhang Xiaohan looked at it slowly, the time distance between the recorded things was very short at the beginning, and then it was very long, sometimes hundreds of years apart, there was never anything specific in it, it can be seen that the owner of the diary did not want people to know who he really was, what happened to him, he just wrote down a little bit of his mood when he was occasionally vulnerable.
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On another page, Zhang Xiaohan's gaze stayed there for a long time.
Wannian: I haven't thought about the past for a long time, I've forgotten it for a long time, I have forgotten the past, and I have been simple before, maybe I can do something to keep a little memory.
Zhang Xiaohan subconsciously looked up at this living room, is this what he said about keeping memories?
Another 3,000 years: Again, I actually used this word, a hundred years and a thousand years really became a flick of a finger, and I, after making a decision, actually took 3,000 years to complete this room, my living room, the living room is set up with a leather sofa, under the feet is a real wool carpet, unfortunately the wall is not a real TV.
The wine was in a crystal bottle, how luxurious it should have been in a previous life, and running water, haha, there was a water spell, and I even got a complete running water system, and a cloakroom.
Putting on a white shirt and suit again, looking at myself in the mirror, it was like a dream.
I prepared the book again, and copied everything in the jade slip one by one. 20,000 years: Every time I come here, I feel quiet, as if I have returned to my previous life, just an ordinary person, and I have done an ordinary luxury in this life, although I know that even if I start from scratch, I will still do it.
Another 7,000 years: I won't be back for a long time, I don't know if there is a similar kind of person who can see here, in fact, what is the point, the dead are gone, the past is gone.
The diary stops here, and here it only records the helplessness and sorrow of a person who is from the same previous life as her, and who is also struggling in this world.
There is no name of person or place in the diary, there is no time in this world, and there is no exercise, except for the words of the original monk and retreat, there is no noun that marks this world, it is just a dream that wants to return to the life memory of ordinary people, and wants to return to the past.
She looked up at the closed door, as if she saw a lonely figure cooking in the kitchen, bringing it to the table and pouring herself a glass of red wine A dream that lasts for years.
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