"The true body of Huangliang Guo is this plum tree?"

At this scene, everyone was dumbfounded: This is an ordinary plum tree that can produce extraordinary yellow berries? Are you kidding me?

"Not really, I thought it was just a dream."

Some people would rather die than believe: "As long as yellow rice is a fruit, it must be a treasure of heaven and earth. It must be cultivated by nature and earth. How can it be cultivated by human power alone?"

To say that transplantation and grafting may have hope, after all, there has been a precedent.

You can cultivate it with your own hands. Looking at the history books, even in their previous lives, no one has ever succeeded. No matter how tyrannical the monks were five thousand years ago, they couldn't defy heaven, right?

Beihuang looked at the person who retorted: her name was Qian Li, and it was said that her predecessor was a descendant of a prominent figure in the palace five thousand years ago, and she had an innate affinity for Huanmeng.

"Does your Taoist friend have any means to break this illusory formation?"

"The spells cast by heaven and earth are both true and false, and they are difficult to break."

Qian Li shook his head: "For the current plan, the only way is to wander through the flowing time around and forcefully break out of this formation. But I don't know how big the scope of this illusory formation is..."

This is the scary thing about fantasy dreams. You can confuse the real with the fake. You know that everything does not exist, but you still can't extricate yourself. What's worse, the fake becomes real.

"Forget it, the car must have a way to reach the mountain, so let's compete with it for time!"

Everyone continued to set off.

Next, every ten miles, the coordinates will be reset, the alley, the riverside, the young man and the girl under the plum tree, but the picture continues to evolve, spring goes to autumn, the sun rises and sets.

Take a walk and watch the flowers.

They became more and more curious about the identity of the two people. Yi Qinglan seemed to recognize the girl, but did not dare to tell her frankly, for fear of violating the taboo with her poor choice of words and causing death.

Sudden.

Everyone stopped because what they saw in front of them was no longer the same plum trees.

At night.

In a mansion, a young girl was sleeping soundly. The young master stood quietly beside the bed, his slender index finger pointing at the girl's forehead, and wisps of extremely pure sword energy penetrated into the center of his eyebrows.

"What is he doing?"

"Replace the marrow."

"Marrow replacement?"

Everyone was puzzled. They had heard of marrow cleansing, but what was this marrow replacement?

"It's an artificial physique. Well, it's the same concept as an acquired body. The girl was originally a mortal body, but after the marrow was replaced by this man's sword energy, she became extremely suitable for the way of swordsmanship."

"It can still be like this!"

Hearing this, even the well-informed Beihuang couldn't help but be amazed.

"Ordinary monks can't do it. This is as difficult as climbing to heaven."

Yi Qinglan said complexly: "In other words, this person has reached the end of his career in swordsmanship, so that he can create a swordsmanship wizard with just a few moves."

The screen changes.

The girl's seven orifices are filled with mysterious sword light, her delicate body is crystal clear, like a jade pot with a heart of ice, and the young man's lips are moving, as if he is chanting a Taoist scripture, reciting the Tao for the girl.

The unscrupulous person tried to pry into the truth of the sword, but was injured by the sword's energy. The ending was naturally extremely miserable: just like the old ghost before, he was swallowed up by dreams and became food.

Don’t be greedy if it’s not your own!

Move forward.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier. The young gentleman is dressed in white clothes and black fur, with a purple ribbon on his hair, and green plums making wine. He looks like a wealthy and reclusive son of an aristocratic family, cynical and playing with the world.

It's really weird for a dignified monk to spend all day drinking and admiring flowers if he doesn't practice well.

Outsiders are angry and funny.

What I'm angry about is that Heaven is unfair and only distributes good talents to these people who have no intention of practicing. What I'm angry about is that this young man's free and easy mind is not bad, everyone has his own ambitions.

"What did fellow Taoist Qianli see?"

Beihuang noticed that Qian Li was motionless and his eyes were fixed on one spot.

The girl appeared outside the mansion.

Qian Li stepped forward without warning and walked towards the girl: she had a guess, which was related to whether she could go further in the dream journey. She was so obsessed with the road that she cherished her life.

She wanted to see the girl's face clearly to confirm her suspicion.

Yi Qinglan and others looked at each other and chose to follow. Qian Li was the only monk present who knew the way of dreaming. She couldn't let anything happen to her, otherwise there would be no way to save her.

Walk a hundred steps.

Everyone was surprised to find that the surrounding scenery had accelerated its evolution speed, and the distance between them and the girl was no more than a hundred steps away. Could it be that they had found a secret to breaking the formation?

wrong.

It won't be that simple.

Qian Li opened his arms and blocked the girl's path. The girl turned a blind eye and walked straight through Qian Li, but halfway, she suddenly looked back. At that moment, time seemed to have frozen.

"As expected, as expected!"

The former was shaking with excitement, and Yi Qinglan on the side was in disbelief.

"who is she?"

Beihuang asked in a low voice. She believed that the other party definitely knew the girl.

Yi Qinglan hesitated for a moment:

"There is a well-known legend in Suzhou. After the Emperor of Heaven passed away, a young girl walked out of the city. With a mortal body, she cut a river 3,600 feet with a sword..."

She never cultivated realms in her life, only practiced swordsmanship. She was the person whom Emperor Chen Yi got to know during his incarnation. She was always innocent, unconventional and unconcerned with the world.

Beautiful as the moon in the mirror.

"you mean…"

"I probably got a glimpse of the truth about Gusu."

Yi Qinglan and Qian Li set off at the same time and headed straight to the center of Gusu. They knew that doing so would contaminate the cause and effect. The young master was almost certainly the Emperor of Heaven, Chen Yi.

The other party claims to have three thousand magical powers and is omnipotent. It would be unimaginable if he was involved in cause and effect. But the great road is so close at hand. If you are not willing to give up, if you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening.

Hundreds of breaths.

A group of people arrived at the central square.

When the young master left the city, the smoke and smoke from his body was slowly stripped away. The walls of Gusu City began to collapse, the river dried up, and the houses were destroyed, leaving only the plum tree standing proudly.

The girl stared at his back, picked up a pen and wrote: "The beauty is like water that never returns, the poor young man does not think about the ordinary, the love of his life is like an ordinary dream, a dream of a yellow beam... a dream of a yellow beam."

For the young man, all the things in Gusu are just a dream for a long time, but for the girl, it is an unforgettable dream. A dream of yellow beams is not about not waking up, but about not wanting to wake up!

"Haha, hahaha, I knew it, I knew it was like this!"

Qian Li was mesmerized: "That's wrong. We were wrong from the beginning. Big mistake. This is not a woven illusion. We are in her dream."

She pointed at the city of Gusu with a crazy expression, like a madman: "Gusu, this city, this whole city, is his dream, a dream he gave her!"

Yi Qinglan's expression was completely dull. After connecting everything along the way, an idea that seemed absurd to her took shape: there once was an immortal who planted fairy fruits in his dream.

When awake.
Chapter completed!