"Ah Jin?!!"

Lin Qiye stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar face, standing there like a sculpture.

They look so alike, really so alike... No, it's not just a question of looking alike, this is exactly the grown-up A Jin!

At this moment, Lin Qiye's thoughts seemed to return to Cangnan, the small and cramped house that had accompanied him for more than ten years.

The early morning sun shone on the floor. With the aroma of food in his mouth, he pushed open the door and saw his aunt standing at the kitchen door with steaming dishes in her hand. Ah Jin was sitting at the dining table, bending over and stroking the lazily yawning little black scabby...

The face of his younger brother A Jin and the face of the silver-robed man in front of him slowly overlapped in Lin Qiye's eyes.

The only difference is that this man in silver robe has a deeper temperament and his eyes are sharper than A Jin's. He seems like a battle-hardened general. Just a glance from him can give people a huge sense of oppression.

"Ah Jin?" The silver-robed man frowned slightly when he heard these two words.

"You've got the wrong person... I am the True Lord of Qingyuan Miaodao, Yang Jian."

Yang Jian?

Yang Jin?

Lin Qiye was slightly stunned, and the next moment, he seemed to realize something, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

The silver-robed figure that came from the mortal world in the sky above Cangnan that year; the Sky-Howling Dog that looked like Little Black Scar that slaughtered the Nordic monster Kraken; the disciple that Yu Ding Zhenren mentioned who had troubled him to take care of... Damn it, he should have thought of it earlier!

Yang Jian and Roaring Sky Dog, A Jin and Little Black Lai.

The word "Jian" means to stop war, and that is Jin.

From beginning to end, his cousin A Jin, who had been with him for more than ten years, and the black mangy dog ​​he picked up from the roadside were Erlang Shen of Daxia and Xiaotian Dog who were gradually resurrected from reincarnation.

In fact, as long as Lin Qiye calmed down and thought about the details carefully, he might be able to guess the truth... But he didn't even think about it. After all, who would have thought that the legendary Erlang Zhenjun Yang Jian would be reincarnated as his cousin?

Lin Qiye stared blankly at Yang Jian in front of him, his eyes revealing uncontrollably a look of longing.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything. He just shook his head and said bitterly:

"…Sorry, I got the wrong person."

Yang Jian looked at Lin Qiye's eyes that were glowing with light, and his sword-like eyebrows slightly frowned.

Lin Qiye sat down in the seat next to Yang Jian and fell into silence.

In the bustling banquet hall, the two of them just sat together silently, not saying a word, out of tune with the surrounding environment.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Jian took the initiative to break the silence.

"Are you the monkey's apprentice?"

"no."

Lin Qiye said calmly without any hesitation.

Hearing these two words, Yang Jian's hand, which was reaching for the cup, suddenly stopped in the air.

"But Master said you are."

"I lied to him."

"Then why don't you lie to me now?"

"I don't think I need to lie to you." Lin Qiye stared at the table in front of him, stretched out his finger, and tentatively touched the cup in front of him, but his fingertips seemed to touch nothingness and penetrated directly.

He paused and said calmly: "If I can't even trust my own brother, then there is no one in the world worthy of my trust."

Yang Jian frowned even more tightly: "I'm not your brother, I don't even know you."

"In the future, it will be."

In Lin Qiye's mind, nostalgic scenes flashed one after another, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"...It's incomprehensible." Yang Jian stared at Lin Qiye for a long time and then looked away.

For some reason, looking into Lin Qiye's eyes, his calm state of mind actually began to ripple.

Strange...I clearly don't know him.

Yang Jian was silent for a moment, then continued to ask: "Since you are not the disciple of that monkey, why did you pretend to be this person and sneak into the Peach Festival? Why did you appear here?"

"I don't know why I'm here." Lin Qiye paused and looked at his hands with a complicated expression:

“I am clearly here, but I am not here… I am like a bystander who strayed into this place by mistake. I can’t change anything. Perhaps the only meaning of my existence is to witness this history that once existed.”

After hearing this, Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, and was about to say something, but suddenly he froze in place.

"Witness..." he muttered.

He seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed Lin Qiye beside him.

His fingertips passed through Lin Qiye's body as if nothing was inside, and the tiny glimmers of light shattered at the junction of the two, as if touching a forbidden shadow and disappearing without a trace.

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Kunlun Mirror?" He asked in surprise, and quickly turned his head, his eyes fixed on the ancient bronze mirror hanging above the head of the Queen Mother of the West in the center of Yaochi.

"I see……"

"What's wrong?"

Yang Jian turned his head and gave Lin Qiye a complicated look, "It seems that you really don't belong to this time..."

When Lin Qiye heard this, his heart skipped a beat. "Did you find out?"

"Although I am sitting next to you, I cannot touch you, which means that we are not really face to face." Yang Jian stretched out his hand and pointed between Lin Qiye and him, "There are endless years and time between us."

Seeing that Yang Jian revealed the truth, Lin Qiye became even more curious.

"But how is this done?"

“It’s the Kunlun Mirror.” Yang Jian pointed to the ancient bronze mirror hanging high in the distance and said, “The Kunlun Mirror itself is a magical weapon that possesses the power of time. It is it that has reproduced our appearance, magic power, and even our way of thinking. It has proactively captured this historical snapshot, passed through endless time, and presented it to you…”

"Kunlun Mirror?" Lin Qiye raised his head and looked at the Kunlun Mirror, shock appearing in his eyes.

So, all these silhouettes of time come from that artifact?

But why?

Why did it deliberately record this period of time and replay it in Kunlun Xu?

"It can even record your way of thinking?" Lin Qiye looked around. "No wonder you guys react differently to my appearance even though you're just silhouettes..."

"This is the power of the Kunlun Mirror." Yang Jian said slowly, "Under its illumination, everything in the world is visible. Even if one's inner thoughts are hidden, they will be seen through by it. By gradually deducing and simulating, it can completely replicate most of existence...

Of course, there are exceptions.”

Yang Jian raised his head and looked at the three empty seats above the Queen Mother of the West's seat, towering on the top of the Yaochi Lake.

"Some supreme beings cannot even be recorded by the Kunlun Mirror..."