Throughout the entire Tang Sect, perhaps because it was already night, Tang San walked along without encountering anyone.

In front of the Sutra Repository, Tang San hesitated for a moment and did not find any guards, so he carefully pushed open the closed door and slipped in.

In a trance, he came to the top floor of the Sutra Library and stood in front of a special box.

Everything went so smoothly that it was beyond his expectations, as if everything here was prepared for him.

While he was still thinking, his hand spontaneously went around the mechanism on the box and unconsciously opened the box. Several books were lying quietly inside, which made his heart beat faster unconsciously.

But as soon as his eyes fell on the words on the book, he was stunned.

Familiar memories returned to his brain, and now all his memories had been restored.

He picked up a few books and looked at the surrounding buildings with some nostalgia. Some details were actually a little blurry.

"Am I dreaming? Have I forgotten so many things?"

His expression was somewhat bitter, but he did not walk around. Instead, he chose to sit cross-legged where he was.

With his hands stroking a few faded volumes of Tang Sect's unique skills, he somehow had the urge to revisit the Tang Sect's classics.

"Forget it. Maybe I'm too tired today. I'll just follow my heart."

Tang San was no stranger to the idea of ​​a sudden inspiration. In his opinion, the dream he had today might be the reason for his unstable mind.

In that case, then just do what you want. He really missed those days. Putting aside his father and Xiao Wu, those were the happiest times of his life.

Calming down, Tang San began to flip through the book in his hand page by page, reading with great interest. Even though he had already memorized the contents, he was completely immersed in it.

Of course, besides him, Han Li was also watching with great interest. Although he could not understand some of the content at first, he was not in a hurry. The tool man was right in front of him, and if he still couldn't learn, he could just find a piece of tofu to kill himself.

Besides, this is a white girl, there is nothing to be unsatisfied about.

In this way, one person is reminiscing and the other is copying, and the two do not disturb each other, which is quite interesting.

After writing down everything, Han Li did not deliberately guide the dream, but let Tang San express himself freely and outline the Tang Sect in his memory.

Under Tang San's subconscious control, the images in the illusion began to jump rapidly.

At first, Tang San was noticed by Tang Da for unknown reasons, and then, Tang San began to make his way through the illusion, passing five levels and killing six generals, becoming the first person in the history of Tang Sect to be promoted from an outer sect disciple to an inner sect disciple.

"Wow, so in his subconscious, he is still the hero of the cool novel?"

Han Li found it a little funny, but he could understand it. After all, this was Tang San’s “dream”, so he could naturally do whatever he wanted.

Of course, while Han Li was observing Tang San with great interest, he did not forget to record down all of his practice routes and various techniques, which went surprisingly smoothly.

As for the reason, of course it is our cool protagonist Tang San, who showed extremely outstanding talents throughout the whole process.

He shows off his skills in competitions, guides his fellow disciples who are less understanding in their cultivation, and has great love in his heart, caring for every one of his fellow disciples equally. He has all these shining points in one person, and is simply the template of a talented male protagonist that cannot be any better.

Tang San's performance in the illusion made Han Li's mouth twitch involuntarily. He was so strong, really too strong.

If this were in the real world, Han Li would have to make some friends, but unfortunately there is no if.

"There's nothing to see. Forging iron and making hidden weapons are just a waste of time for me."

Having gotten everything he wanted, Han Li no longer continued to follow this science fiction drama with Tang San as the protagonist.

"Since you're here, it would be unreasonable not to give a gift."

Han Li's mouth corners slightly curved, and he immediately interfered with the illusion.

Then, Tang San was stunned, thinking he was in a dream. One second ago, he was in the ceremony of being promoted to a personal disciple, and the next second, he was standing on the top of the Ghost-Seeing Peak.

The white robe he had worn before turned into a gray robe again, and the cold mountain wind blew all over his body.

After seeing the surrounding environment clearly, Tang San lowered his head, the warm smile on his face disappeared, his hands were clenched tightly, and veins bulged.

"Even in my dreams, you won't let me go? I'm obviously no longer the same person I was before, why do you want me to go back to this moment?"

Tang San raised his head abruptly, his expression becoming extremely ferocious. This was something he would never want to mention to anyone, not even Xiao Wu.

If he had really died after jumping off the Ghost-Seeing Scarlet Wing, then there would naturally be no problem with all this. However, he can be said to be dead, or he can be said to be not dead, and he has a new life again.

In the past, he always regarded himself as the successor of the Tang Sect. At least that's what he told himself in his heart, and he even planned to establish the Tang Sect.

But this dream, although everything before it was beautiful, ruthlessly tore his heart apart at this moment, clearly reminding him that even though he had changed the world and his life, in the Tang Sect, he was still that outer disciple and the "thief" of that sect.

All this was a little hard for him to accept.

"Tang San, you actually stole our sect's Xuantian Treasure Record. Your crime is heinous."

“Tang San, the Tang Sect raised you and taught you skills, but you actually did something so outrageous that both humans and gods would…”

While he was silent, voices continued to grow in Tang San's mind, and faces continued to spread.

Soon, the same scene as in his memory appeared. More than a dozen Tang Sect elders had come to him and surrounded him.

"You guys, do you really think so?"

Tang San stared at the Tang Sect elder in front of him and made a completely different choice from that time.

"How dare you, Tang San! You are a traitor, you have committed a heinous crime, yet you still refuse to repent. Do you still want to quibble?"

An elder stepped forward and shouted curses without any intention of answering him.

"Shut up."

Amid his angry scolding, Tang San's heart was filled with nameless anger. This was his dream, why should he be scolded? Many of the Tang Sect elders seemed to be shocked by his actions and actually stopped criticizing him.

"Have you ever seen an outer sect disciple create the unrivaled Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus? Can you? Can you? Or can you?"

"It's obvious that the rules you made are unreasonable. Why can't I become an inner sect disciple just because I was picked up, while a bunch of good-for-nothings can easily learn things that I can't learn just by virtue of their birth?"

"I didn't steal, I took. I took what was supposed to be mine."

"You can apply. It's not that we don't accept geniuses, but you..."

An elder sighed and continued, "Taking something without permission is called stealing. No matter how you embellish the facts, it is still stealing."

"Who can prove it? If you are all dead, no one can prove it."

A strange smile flashed across Tang San's face and he took out the Buddha's Wrath Lotus from his arms. Today, he would take this opportunity to kill his inner demon.

"Get out of the way."

Amidst the exclamations of many voices, Tang San threw out the Buddha's Wrath Lotus, and then his smile froze on his face.

Those panicked voices did come from the mouths of the Tang Sect elders, but a scene completely opposite to their voices appeared.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

They just shouted loudly, but their feet did not move, as if they were rooted to the spot. Even their expressions did not change, as if their voices and bodies were separated.

The Buddha's Wrath Lotus thrown by Tang San fell among the crowd at an extremely fast speed, and then after a "puff" sound, a cloud of black smoke rose, and there was no movement anymore.

"Puff"

Another voice was heard, but this time it was not the effect of the Buddha's Wrath Lotus, but an unknown elder who laughed out loud.

"That's impossible."

Tang San shouted in disbelief, but his eyes revealed a hint of confusion.

As if he couldn't accept it, Tang San frantically reached into his arms and threw the remaining two Buddha's Wrath Tanglians towards the crowd.

The gunpowder in the previous one must have been damp, it must be, Tang San shouted in his heart, his eyes fixed on the two Buddha's Wrath Tanglians that were flying back towards the crowd.

This time, we will definitely be able to deal with them.

"Get out of the way."

The familiar shouts were heard again, but the elders on the spot still made no move to escape.

The same plot was repeated once again. With a puffing sound, two Buddha's Wrath Lotuses that were even brighter than last time, just like before, fell silent.

"Puff"

This time, there were more suppressed laughter in the crowd.

"Shut up, everyone, and stop laughing."

Tang San, who was standing there, was almost going crazy. His eyes were red, he was panting like a cow, and he looked like he was ready to eat anyone.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible."

Tang San no longer had any thoughts of getting rid of his inner demons, but instead rushed madly towards the three Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotuses that fell to the ground in the crowd.

This is his most proud masterpiece, how could there be any problem with it?

He knelt on the ground, held it in his palm, and began to examine it.

That’s right, that’s right, there’s nothing wrong here too.

According to the contents in the Xuantian Treasure Mirror, Tang San verified it step by step, but the more he did so, the crazier he became.

That's all right, so why not blow it up?

"Did you find any problems?"

A familiar voice reached Tang San's ears, waking him up instantly.

"No."

Tang San answered subconsciously, turned his head and saw that Mr. Tang had arrived in front of the elders without him knowing when.

"That proves that you never created the real Buddha's Wrath Lotus from the beginning to the end."

Mr. Tang's tone was very calm, but it was like an extremely sharp knife, stabbing fiercely into Tang San's heart.

"I have never created a true Buddha's Wrath Lotus?"

Tang San looked at the metal lotus in his palm, but his heart gradually grew cold.

"That's right. In fact, you have never made a real Buddha's Wrath Lotus. These three toys are just excuses you use to cover up your actions. They are just the fantasy of a gambler and a thief."

"Right? Tang San?"

Mr. Tang's voice sounded again, but it sounded as cold as a mountain breeze in Tang San's ears.

"No, I really did create the Buddha's Wrath Lotus, and it is exactly the same as what I saw in the classics. This is the proof, you can check it out."

Tang San held the metal flower in his hand, his state almost insane.

"There's no need for that. Haven't you already proved it to us?"

A voice suddenly came from the crowd, shattering Tang San's last line of defense.

He wanted to find out who was speaking, but what he saw were the elders who all had the same expression.

(End of this chapter)