Duan Chongming, who was lying on the stone table, moved his body and let out a few unconscious groans.

The night wind blew through his hair, and the unsteady wine jars placed on the table were shaking. There were voices laughing in the wind. The smell of wine blew through the Youlong Palace, and the solemnity of the Heavenly Sacrifice was not enough to wear the colors of Painting Tangshan.

Big array.

What blew up Ning Chan's hair was another wind brought by Yu Bieye.

Yu Bieye's senior sister's call was very familiar and natural. He didn't press the umbrella with his fingers very hard, just enough to stop her movement.

Not forcing or demanding.

More like some kind of advice.

It seemed that if Ning Chan didn't accept it, he would immediately take his hand away and be willing to sink into her dream with her.

"Why?" Ning Chan felt the vibrating evil energy around him, and his eyes deepened: "Is there anything that cannot be seen in here?"

Without waiting for Ning Chan to look back at him, Yu Bieye continued: "Youmeng in the gallery is indeed a dream."

Ningchan's fingers paused.

"What this dream is like in your heart is what you see in the gallery dream." Yu Bieye's voice was as light as a breeze in the mountains: "I see there is evil spirit in this wind, I think it is

Yu Hualan deliberately used the demonic aura as an inducement, trying to lead Senior Sister to imagine what the demon realm looks like... No matter who it is, after feeling the demonic aura, it will be extremely difficult not to think in this direction."

Ning Chan was slightly startled in his heart.

She was so shocked that she forgot to correct him as he addressed her.

She really thought this place was a monster cave.

Especially those traces of evil spirit were not directly seen by her, but slowly discovered one by one under Li Huo and spiritual vision, which made her even more confident in her guess.

If according to Yu Bieye's words, she suspected and imagined that this place was a monster cave, then after opening the door, what appeared in front of her eyes would be what she imagined.

What she imagined...

After all, she is someone who has seen and experienced real demon tides. Her imagination can be said to be very concrete and realistic, and has a tendency to slip in increasingly unpredictable directions.

Once it is realized, she may really have to kill the demon in Huatang Mountain for three years.

If those demons could be more patient, it wouldn't be difficult to conquer the abyss of Shaohe.

hiss.

Ning Chan took a breath of air, thinking that if she knew this place was so trouble-free back then, she might as well imagine what the Great Demon Emperor looked like, and then directly push open the door of Youmeng in the gallery, which would have saved her the trouble of setting the mountain on fire.

But then again, this demonic aura that fills the sky...

Does it really exist, or was it just created by Yu Hualan with the power of the Suzaku Vein Infinite Realm?

She had so many thoughts, she stood frozen in place for a moment without making any movement.

So she didn't see the dark gold in Yu Bieye's eyes standing behind her gradually turn into brilliant gold, and then become quieter inch by inch.

And when he first stood behind her, his long hair was clearly a strange silver color!

And the demonic aura that filled the sky only calmed down bit by bit after he appeared.

No, rather than saying it is pacification, it is some kind of suppression.

In other words, among all the demonic auras in the place, the one with the thickest and strongest aura was obviously him.

When Ning Chan finally collected his thoughts and turned his head, Yu Bieye had returned to black hair and black eyes, but his face looked paler than usual.

Ning Chan just thought that he was here again because he was still injured, looked at him with complicated eyes, and then turned back.

If what Yu Bieye said was true, then such a simple move by Yu Hulan could almost save half of her life here!

No matter how incredible the means of constructing such a large formation are.

The thoughts of the leader of Shaohe Zhiyuan can truly be said to be unfathomable.

The caution and fear in Ning Chan's heart became even deeper.

"According to what you say, if I imagine this place to be a fairyland, what I see when I open the door is really a fairyland?" Ningchan asked again: "Or, I imagine that there is enough to kill Yu Hulan inside.

Trap, if he opens this door, he will be killed on the spot."

Yu Bieye looked at her with a curious expression for a moment: "Do you want Yu Hulan to die?"

A long wind blew between the two of them, and the evil spirit had faded to the point where it was almost gone.

Ning Chan said calmly: "Otherwise, why do you think I would come to Gallery Youmeng?"

Yubie said nothing that night.

Ningchan had already laughed.

"You don't think I'm here just for you, do you?"

After she finished speaking, she raised her chin and tapped the door in front of her: "So, do you still let me in through this door?"

Her smile seemed to break through all the brightness in such a dense moonless night, and even the little narrowness in it looked so cute.

Deep down in Yu Bieye's heart, she felt a little disappointed and ridiculed at her own wishful thinking.

But when she smiled like this, he felt that those dark emotions were nothing.

"It's already too late." Yu Bieye's voice unconsciously contained a smile: "What is your first impression of this place? As long as you open the door, what you see will always be like this. Unless you draw

The Tang formation is broken, otherwise there will be no changes."

He released his hand that was lightly holding the handle of the umbrella, took half a step forward, and raised his hand to hold the door of You Meng in the gallery: "So, why not let me open this door."

Ningchan was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Wait a moment."

Yubie looked at her sideways.

"What kind of formation is this?" Ning Chan's expression became solemn: "In all my knowledge, there is no such formation. Even the Suzaku Realm Wuji cannot do this step."

She had never heard of such a formation.

As a puppet master, spirit pattern formations are her strongest field. In her previous life, she had read almost all the books about spirit pattern formations in the world and walked through countless formations.

Reflecting the inner world, turning inner nightmares into reality, and even creating an inner demon realm from it are all things that the Wuji Realm can do.

Because in the final analysis, it is just an infinite amplification of emotions.

But the formation in front of him seemed to come out of nothing.

Can anything really come out of nothing in this world?

As she spoke, she raised her head and looked at Yu Bieye almost critically. The color of the red umbrella was reflected in her eyes, making the ends of her eyes turn an almost eerie red.

"Yeah, human power... really can't be done." Yu Bieye did not avoid her gaze, but raised a weird smile, then raised his hand and pushed open the door in front of him.

A dull sound.

The umbrella blocked Ning Chan's sight.

Gallery Youmeng was behind her umbrella, but she still didn't move it away.

"The last question." Ning Chan stood on the spot and said: "Yu Bieye, you said that the appearance in the gallery's Youmeng is the first imagination of the person who opened the door. So, what is the current gallery's Youmeng?

Is it your imagination, or is it really what it is?"

"It's my imagination." Yu Bieye's expression was rare and gentle. He looked behind the door: "My imagination when I was brought here at the age of four and opened this door for the first time."

If it is according to the original imagination.

She also wanted to know what it was like here in Yu Bieye's heart.

Ning Chan lowered his hands and looked forward from the edge of the red umbrella.

Then he blinked slowly.

Without him, she thought about many possibilities, but she didn't expect that what she saw was such a simple courtyard.

It's definitely not a dream.

No, it can even be said that as you descend from Shaohe Abyss to Yuling, you can see small courtyards like this everywhere in the villages along the way.

Quiet, clean and simple.

The courtyard has a flat bluestone floor, with some fluffy weeds and wildflowers poking out from the middle of the stone slabs. The entire courtyard is exceptionally clean, as if it had just been washed.

On the four sides of the courtyard, several white wooden doors did not even fit together tightly, and there were some crooked and scratched door frames.

Compared to some dreamy reverie, it would be better to say that this place is more like...a home.

A simple yet warm home full of traces of its inhabitants.

Yu Bieye's first impression of this place... or rather his first imagination, turned out to be simple, just a home.

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In the Youlong Hall, cups are exchanged and lights are brightly lit.

Yu Hualan clapped his hands, and dancers filed in, wearing rings and jingling bells. Immortal music was like wonderful music. On the spot, there was an elder who was good at this with a big smile and knocked on the cup.

Someone else looked intently at the figure playing music behind the curtain, listened for a moment, put his hands on his hands and said with a smile: "As expected of Master Yu, he actually invited Fairy Niyin here. After more than fifty years of separation, this is still the case.

Is this the first time Fairy Nirvana has stepped out of the Xuanji Treasure Pavilion?"
To be continued...