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Chapter 1257 The Second Dream

Zhao Yun hid in the mountains and forests and sat there for three or two days.

The avatar is very dedicated and works diligently to keep watch for its master.

There are few people here in the starry sky. From time to time, one or two monks will flash across like fairy lights. No one is aware that there is someone hiding in this ancient star. Even if they are aware, no one has the leisure to come in and take a stroll.

call!

I don't know when I heard that Yun Liangzi woke up.

Reflecting the dim starlight, his remaining soul shone brightly. Due to Juechen's fate, his remaining soul was shrouded in a strange halo, which protected and nourished him, and his condition was getting better all the time.

Zhao Yun has not yet woken up, but has recovered from all his injuries.

Yun Cangzi floated out her wrist, walked around him and looked at him again and again.

This boy is a great talent. Although his cultivation is not worthy of the power of the Holy Lord, his courage and talent are beyond the reach of ordinary people. If he grows up, he will surpass the Immortal Immortal in his age.

Suddenly, a wisp of breeze blew.

Yun Cangzi's remnant soul swayed, and Zhao Yun also swayed.

After shaking for a few times, he slowly fell to the ground. Perhaps he was too tired and fell into a deep sleep. He watched Yun Liangzi floating around and said, "Don't sleep here! Get up and continue on your way!"

Zhao Yun did not respond and slept peacefully and peacefully.

Long Yuan came out of the eternal world, and there were also Xian Lei and Hun Tian Huo.

They guarded Zhao Yun's side, guarding against someone like a thief.

"We have experienced life and death, and you are like this... It makes me very sad." Yun Canangzi said, yes, he is that someone, and this soldier, fire and lightning, is the one who is guarding against him.

"Be honest."

"Stop chirping."

Long Yuan's sword body buzzed and trembled, and no oil or salt could enter it at the critical moment.

Xian Lei was also restless and was stared at by Yun Canangzi's remaining soul.

It's not that they don't believe in this old man, it's that his master is really addicted. If this guy wants to take away his body, wouldn't it be embarrassing? In this way, it is necessary for them to take good care of this remnant soul.

"If this were a hundred years ago, the three of you would have died early."

Yun Cangzi cursed for a while, but still responded.

After the Immortal King achieved this, all he could think about was scolding his mother.

puff!

Just as he was talking, a clone of Mr. Zhao who was standing sentry disappeared.

Then the second path, the third path... were all destroyed one by one.

It's not that they dissipated on their own initiative, the problem lies with the master. He seems to be really intoxicated and has no clear consciousness. It's no wonder that Long Yuan, Xian Lei and Hun Tianhuo ran out to protect their master.

"Having this weapon... I feel so relieved."

Yun Cangzi speaks with sincerity and sincerity, and is really honest.

Looking at the sleeping Mr. Zhao, his brows furrowed slightly.

He only felt that his consciousness was erratic, and his whole body seemed to be hanging in mid-air.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a familiar place: Tianzong Zizhu Peak.

Dream?

Zhao Yun muttered and looked around subconsciously.

He had been to the Zizhu Peak in his dream once. There was no one else but him and Yun Yan. That dream was extremely real and extremely satisfying. Yun Yan squeezed his shoulders and patted his back.

Now that I'm here again...it feels so strange.

Without thinking much, he walked up the stone steps.

In the distance, I saw a beautiful figure leaning against the old tree and sleeping.

That is cloud smoke.

Zhao Yun looked at it with strange eyes, unable to distinguish reality from fiction.

Could this be a dream? Why is Yunyan still there, in the same dream?

I also gently came to the old tree, squatted in front of Yunyan, and looked up, down, left, and right. This dream was very real, because the Yunyan in front of me seemed to be alive, with flesh and blood and warmth.

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I don't know whether it was because I was amused or because I was bored, but someone let out a loud voice.

Yun Yan was awakened from her deep sleep, and saw Zhao Yun's big smiling face.

She didn't get angry or scold him, she just stared blankly at Mr. Zhao in front of her. As she looked at him, she stretched out her hand, brushed away Zhao Yun's long hair, and gently stroked his face.

This move... made Mr. Zhao a little confused.

This was... not quite the same as the Yunyan in his memory.

If it were in reality, this girl would probably have picked up a guy long ago.

"Why are you here again?" Yun Yan whispered and smiled.

"Who knows." Zhao Yun shrugged in confusion.

"I think about it every day and dream about it at night. Could it be that you... miss me." Yun Yan said with a smile.

"Imagine! I dream about hanging it on a tree for you." Mr. Zhao opened his mouth to tell the truth.

"Don't you think of anything else?"

"Well... give it a good beating and then hang it on a tree."

"Back then...why didn't I strangle you to death?"

The master and apprentice talked very amusingly, but the scene was quite harmonious.

Yunyan stepped onto the stove again and was cooking for her disciple.

Just like last time, Zhao Yun walked around Zizhu Peak with his hands in his arms. Everywhere he looked was strange. This dream was very strange. The dream only had Zizhu Peak, and he couldn't even go out for a walk.

"Zhao Yun."

It wasn't until Yun Yan called out that he turned back to the old tree.

Master prepared the dinner with great care, and the table was filled with delicious dishes.

"You hate me."

Yun Yan picked up her chopsticks and kept picking up food for Zhao Yun.

Back then, she was the one who forced her disciple to let Yunfeng go.

Over the years, her disciple must have hated her for a hundred years.

"You died by my sword. Have you ever hated me?"

Zhao Yun also picked up chopsticks and was picking up food for Master.

The person he wanted to kill was Yunfeng, but he didn't want to hurt Yunyan.

"I've never hated it." Yun Yan shook her head gently.

"I have never hated it." Zhao Yun finally picked up his job.

The dinner was warm, without the hustle and bustle of the world, without intrigues, just one master and one apprentice, like confidants who had not seen each other for many years, talking calmly about the past, it was a precious memory.

At some point, the sound of a musical instrument sounded from the mountain peak.

It is Zhao Yun playing the piano, and the clouds and smoke are dancing gracefully.

The picture is not only warm, but also a bit romantic.

Zhao Yun was afraid that he was really tired. Before he finished playing the music, he fell asleep leaning against the old tree. Yun Yan flicked her sleeves and covered him with a cloak. She sat there quietly and watched.

The breeze was puzzled and ruffled her hair again and again.

She only felt her mind tremble, and there was actually one more person in Zizhu Peak.

It was a woman in white clothes, dreamlike, tainted with the air of ancient vicissitudes, with the moon accompanying her body, the sound of a piano resounding, and petals floating in the moonlight.

"you....."

Yunyan stood up subconsciously, looking in disbelief.

Zhao Yun may not know where this place is, but she knows it clearly.

Because she knew it, she was particularly surprised at how a third person could appear here.

"What a dream fairy, it really surprised me."

The woman in white whispered and smiled, her voice as beautiful as a fairy song.

She did not look at the clouds and smoke, but looked at Zizhu Peak as if admiring a painting.

"Who are you?" Yun Yan's pretty eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"We are traveling together." The woman in white smiled.

"Come with...?"

"He is also my disciple."

The woman in white came to the tree like the wind, and gently touched Zhao Yun's face like the clouds did before. She had not seen him for a hundred years, and she did not expect to see her young disciple again in such a posture.

"Is he also your disciple?" Yun Yan was a little confused.

However, she was not too surprised, after all, it was a hundred years ago.

A hundred years is too long, so it is not surprising that Zhao Yun has a second master.

"How... did you get in?" Yun Yan looked at the woman in white without squinting.

"I think about it every day... I dream about it at night." The woman in white chuckled and finally stood up.
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