"Hihe Weixin...is it really this man? Then again, why did he appear in this photo..."

Zhicang Dongye couldn't help but wonder.

This photo is a black and white photo, giving people a strong sense of age...

Here is a question, when was this photo taken?

"If you say that, I feel that this guy is not very old, and this photo seems to be a bit old."

——Black and white photos, before color photos became popular, and they were popular for many years. Zhikuang naturally felt a little doubtful at winter night.

Out of this doubt, he smashed the glass photo frame and pulled out the black and white photo from it.

"Look at the back of the photo if there are some dates and texts..."

He flipped through the photo and soon saw a line of handwriting.

"In the fifteenth year of Taisho...wait, what's going on? Why is it this year?"

Zhikura Tomoya's brows were tightly locked, and he was incredible about the time shown in the photo.

Taisho is not the year name of this world. From this we can see that this copy may belong to another period of history.

In the original world, the Taisho era was from 1912 to 1926, and the history of the Chikura winter night was not particularly good, but at least I remember that Taisho is a long history far from modern times.

"Then, the Pinghe Weixin in the photo should not be him, but another Pinghe Weixin in this world."

That's how he guessed.

Will it be like Yuki Kiyomiya in the Sakurasaka Academy copy, a different world's homosexual body? However, Hirakura Tomoya still has a doubt in his heart, that is, how old is Heihe Weixin in the world he is in now...

The fifteenth year of Taisho, it seems to be 1926 in the Gregorian calendar. The Peaceful Weixin in the photo does not seem to change at all. Judging from his appearance, his age will not exceed 30 at most. Now it is 2021. Can it be said that the birth time of Peaceful Weixin on the two historical lines is different?

"Speaking of this, there are many mystery about Hiraki's intelligence. Some of his information still need to be pondered repeatedly. He is a person who has mastered the invisible art of "Nine-Phase Picture", and can also open the curse. Speaking of the mysterious god Zhonghuang Taiyi, the field of his duties can be related to immortality."

Perhaps, it is possible that Ping He Weixin has lived from 1926 to modern times.

Well, this possibility is not ruled out.

Zhicang Dongye put away the photo, and at this time, his consciousness gradually became blurred. The time limit for the copy had already arrived.

“It’s time to get off the line.”

He had no resistance to this feeling, and allowed the darkness to wash away his consciousness. In a blink of an eye, his entire world fell into darkness without light.

...

“Is it less than an hour?”

Zhicang Dongye confirmed the time displayed by the electronic clock on the bedside table, and it only took about forty minutes to enter the dungeon world.

"It's much less time to enter the original 'Sakurasaka' dungeon. To be honest, I haven't found out about the information about the dungeon of this hospital so far."

Zhikura Tooya believes that the existence of the copy space may be to secretly signaling himself to reveal some truth to himself.

This is like a horror game that solves puzzles. It also allows players to know the plot of the story during the puzzle process.

By exploring the copy in this way, you can know some hidden information. This should be the main purpose of the copy.

Of course this is also his guess. It is unknown what the specific one is.

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Under the moonlit night.

The two swords pulled away the moonlight and flashed under the night sky. The breeze of early summer blew gently, and a strong wind blew, and the leaves flew and fell down.

The young man holding the real sword in his hand and the sword-holder on the other side pointed the sword tip at the ground, posing in the lower position—

call out!

Two flashes passed, and swords confronted, under the bright silk moonlight, the scorching breath of swords colliding.

"Clang!!"

The sharp metal sound of swords and halberds suddenly burst out, and the two sides were in a strong position and failed to decide the outcome.

In an instant, the figures moved intertwined, and the young man walked into a dead corner and waved the sword in his hand to chase.

Both of them were like drawing an arc and dodging, while the other swordsman attacked, while the young man turned off to defend against the oncoming sword rain.

"Hahaha! Not bad, Liu Gangcheng, you have mastered the mystery of the Fengxin Sword with the heart-shaped sword flowing."

The old man opposite laughed and laughed from the depths of his throat. He jumped back and stopped his movements.

The young man, known as "Liu Gangcheng", also lowered his sword in his hand and bowed his head to salute.

"It's all thanks to your careful teaching for years, your teacher."

"No, it's not a question of teaching, but you are indeed a rare genius."

The old man in a messy kimono had a messy white hair, and his skin looked pale, which contrasted with the pure white kimono on the old man's body, making him look like a ghost.

No, the old man is indeed like a ghost. He is short, thin, and has a dry face. His face is covered with wrinkles. His hands and feet used to be very muscled, but now he looks like dry branches with blue veins on it.

"However, rather than saying that you have learned the Fengxin Dao, it is not to say that you are reproducing its mystery. In the past, Yiting, the ancestor of the heart-shaped sword flow, was the unique skill of Fengxin Dao in the heart-shaped sword flow made by Shui Xuan Xiuming."

"But disciples of all generations are also confused about this move. What kind of tricks it is and what a speedy skill it is - no one knows this except the direct disciples, and it is almost lost after many years."

"The heart-shaped sword inheritor Shizuyama Matsuura also secretly talks about the winning skills of Fengxindao, and only describes it as a song from the well-known "Ancient and Modern Way Collection" - 'Thousands of wind blow by, and autumn leaves are scattered, so we know that there are many colors'."

The old swordsman said with great emotion: "Being able to reproduce the legendary secret sword technique from these little clues, this talent and talent are no less than those of the ancient swordsman."

The young man shook his head.

"Teacher Hojo, you're acclaim. I'm not as outstanding as you think. I'm actually not as outstanding as you think. I'm lucky to understand the mystery of Fengxin Dao."

“Luck is also part of strength.”

The old swordsman stared at the young man and smiled slightly: "But the time is over, Liu Gang, I have nothing to teach you."

"Teacher, what do you mean?"

"That's the truth, I have nothing to teach you anymore. You have learned all the things I can teach."

A bitter expression appeared on the old swordsman's face.

"And, for you, there is not much time left, and it's time for you to start preparing for the impeachment ceremony."

“…Is the impeachment ceremony?”

The young man muttering to himself also showed a meditative expression.

"Only through the ritual, you have the opportunity to become the Lord of the Sheath. Only by becoming the Lord of the Sheath can you be qualified to inherit the true legacy of the God Ci'en Recruitment."
Chapter completed!