"Has the world completely forgotten, or is their memory in disorder? What would happen if a person who had been blocked from the heavenly secrets reappeared in everyone's sight?
"What's the difference between a person's family and others?"
The white-robed sorcerer looked at him and did not speak for a long time.
Xu Qi 'an looked at him calmly. what if I write it down on a piece of paper in advance? what if my family sees something that doesn't match my memory? "
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On the official road in the suburbs of Beijing.
Xu Pingzhi urged his horse in the direction of Yun Lu Academy. The great scholar Zhang Shen strode thirty feet with a single step, leisurely walking side by side with the horse.
A figure appeared in front of him, wearing a Confucian crown and an old Confucian robe. He was free and uninhibited.
"Director?"
Zhang Shen was stunned for a moment, and said in a rather surprised tone, ""What are you doing here?"
