When Ning Yu opened his eyes, he found that he was back in the Grand Bazaar, sitting in the auditorium of Zubair Theater, watching Nilu dancing on the stage.

Beside him, all the seats were filled with people.

Among them were businessmen, workers, and even students from the Imperial Academy.

Among the people quietly enjoying the dance, Ning Yu even saw the female scholar who had come to seal the theater before. She was also sitting on a chair at the moment, watching the performance quietly, without the arrogant and hateful attitude before.

On the stage, Nilu's dance is still so graceful and moving.

But at this time, Ning Yu was obviously not in the mood to appreciate the dance. He stood up, took out his sword with a calm expression, and placed it directly on the neck of a student from the Teaching Academy.

"Damn it!" The student obviously didn't expect that he would be suddenly attacked by a sword, so he became like a quail and didn't dare to move.

"What are you doing!" The others reacted quickly. They immediately took a few steps back to a safe distance, and then shouted loudly: "This is Xumi City, a place with laws. If you have any personal grudges, you can go outside and settle them."

!”

"No, that's not right!"

Seeing that the onlookers wanted to point out a clear path for him, "Quail" immediately suppressed his fear and said: "Brother, I am just an ordinary student of the Miaolun sect. I don't know you at all. You, are you making a mistake?"

There are people..."

"I ask, you answer." Ning Yu's tone was cold.

"Oh, I promise it will be as you wish..."

"Your Apostolic Council just sent people to seal down the Zubair Theater yesterday, and today you let the students watch the performance. Why?"

"Ah?" The student was stunned.

At the same time, the surrounding onlookers were also stunned. They looked at each other for a few times, and then one of them bravely walked over.

His tone was a little cautious: "Here, this hero, I dare to ask you about the [sealing of Zubair Theater], when did it happen?"

"One day ago." Ning Yu frowned slightly.

"Then you must have remembered wrongly. One day ago, we were still decorating the Grand Bazaar!" He glanced at Ning Yu and said tentatively: "It's too late for the Apostolic Order to promote the culture of the Grand Bazaar. How could they deliberately suppress or even close it down?

Well, this hero, you must have remembered it wrong..."

Did I remember it wrong?

Ning Yu's eyes flickered and he looked around. The scene here was just as he remembered.

"Furthermore, my hero, you should also know... Xumi City is going to hold a cultural performance recently, and it is the Teaching Council who is taking the lead in this matter!"

Seeing Ning Yu's silence, this man struck while the iron was hot and said: "What you said about the seizure is absolutely false. Maybe you misremembered something? I occasionally misremember some things, but I remember them when someone reminds me...

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Perhaps as this person said, after he explained it, Ning Yu actually felt that this matter made sense.

It seems...it seems that the Apostolic Council did not seal down the Zubair Theater. It is because he has a problem with his memory...

No, that's not right.

He remembered the female scholar named Alma. If this incident had not happened, then he would not be impressed by such a person at all!

"I remember her." Ning Yu raised his sword and pointed it directly at the female scholar sitting on the other side. "She was the one who led the people to seal down the Zubair Theater."

she?

Everyone looked in the direction Ning Yu pointed and happened to see the female scholar.

But after seeing her, everyone just smiled, no longer nervous at all.

"Oh, my hero, you have admitted the wrong person!" The elder brother in front said with a smile: "This scholar is Lady Alma, she is the literary and art officer of the Order Academy, and she is the person responsible for this event.

She was the one who wrote the plan, how could she come to seal down the theater!"

"Yes, yes, brother, Amar's literary and artistic officer is the most supportive of literary and artistic activities in the entire Xumi City. There is no way she can close down the theater..." The scholar also whispered.

When they said this, they looked matter-of-factly, as if in their knowledge, this was indeed a fact.

but....

Alma is the literary officer of the Order? Was this event planned by her?

"I heard someone is looking for me."

Before Ning Yu could say anything, Alma walked over by herself. She walked through the crowd and walked to Ning Yu without any hesitation.

"You said that I once closed down the Zubair Theater? It seems that there is a misunderstanding between us."

"...."

Looking at that face, Ning Yu didn't speak.

The memory in his mind was not as clear as before, but he undoubtedly still remembered those things.

What do ordinary people do when there is an obvious conflict between their own memory and the surrounding environment, or even a completely different and strong violation?

Most people will abandon their own memories and choose to rely on the public, because that is the party with greater power.

But Ning Yu is obviously not an ordinary person.

He raised the sword and looked straight at the female scholar in front of him, the azure eye of the god on his waist flashed.

[Immortal Method·Qingfeng Mingshen]

In an instant, a ray of breeze blew through Ning Yu's pupils, and his vision became much clearer.

"......hehe."

The next moment, Ning Yu chuckled, put down the sword, and put it away.

He looked at the female scholar, bowed slightly, and said in a gentle tone: "I misunderstood. I believe that the Alma Art Officer will not seal the Zubair Theater. I am in a hurry, and I ask for your forgiveness, Ms. Art Officer."

Qingfeng Mingshen is one of the immortal techniques taught to him by the True Monarch of Gechenlang City. It is not offensive in itself, but it can clarify the user's spirit. It is suitable for situations where someone has cast a spell or been under an illusion.

Ning Yu just used this magical technique, and his mind was indeed much clearer, but the scene in front of him did not change.

So in other words, he was not under the illusion.

But at the same time, his memory has definitely not been tampered with, and it is also true.

Then the answer is obvious...

"It's okay. As a cultural officer, I hope you can enjoy Xumi's unique cultural performances." Alma shook her head, indicating that she didn't care. Then she looked around, "Everyone, please go back to your seats and sit down again. It's a misunderstanding."

That’s all, it’s been solved.”

"Oh, okay."

"No problem, since Lord Alma said so..."

Everyone else sat back down. After all, the misunderstanding was resolved and the dance performance was not over yet.

"I'm sorry." Ning Yu also apologized to the scholar whom he forced with a sword at first.

"No, it doesn't matter." The scholar waved his hands repeatedly and then sat down.

Soon, the farce passed, and no one seemed to care that Ning Yu even used a sword to threaten others.

"..."

In silence, Ning Yu also sat down. He looked at the stage and saw that Nilu was still dancing.

It was as if what had just happened had caused no change at all.

But Ning Yu had already guessed the answer.

here....
Chapter completed!