On the outskirts of Beijing, in a dilapidated temple beside the official road, the young man sat up suddenly, his limbs stiff and his eyes were straight.

The morning light shone through the dead window frame, and the blue smoke swayed. The thin NV boy sat cross-legged, brushed his fingertips across the sandalwood, and muttered something in his mouth. Suddenly, his eyes widened.

"The time has come, the soul has returned, and all those who are fighting are in front of the army!"

When nine sounds were drunk, the blue smoke rose up and rushed into the boy's body from his eyes, nose, ears, eyes and mouth. The boy's body trembled, and his eyes gradually regained his spirit.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead. His originally pale face was as white as paper at this time.

Looking at the young man who had no idea that he had not yet come back to his senses, the young man's eyes were slightly darker and he sighed, "Xiǎofeng, how can you use secret techniques in your dreams? This is a taboo in dreams. The mild ones are injured by the God of Blessing, and the severe ones fall into the dream and cannot turn around again."

Shaonv has a pretty face, but she can't be too beautiful, but she has a kind of elegant and elegant appearance. She looks like a lady from a noble family, but her body is very thin, weak and unconventional, with a faint pathological feeling.

The boy who was replaced by her as "xiǎo Feng" turned his head blankly, looked at her with pity, and asked inexplicably, "Qing'er, do you think there are any other secret techniques in this world that can enter a dream?"

Qing'er frowned and thought for a while and shook her head. "This Huangliang Dream Art is an unparalleled secret in your king's tribe. You can control the other party's dreams until the seventh chasm can control the other party's dreams, and you can use the dreams to protect the gods for yourself. According to historical research, it was a senior master in your king's tribe who practiced something wrong and accidentally created the Huangliang Dream Art. It is not the five elements, it is not in line with the yinyang, and it is not listed in the heaven, earth, man, gods and ghosts. It is actually a partial one. Only by practicing to more than four chasm and turning the other dreams for yourself can it have miraculous effects. Before this, it was really a risk, and at most it could only be able to peek into the secrets. Once the master is awakened, or if it is discovered, all the previous efforts will be wasted."

"There is only the Yellow Million Dream in this world."

Qing'er concluded that her words were orderly enough to show that she had a deep and broad understanding in the secret arts, and she was definitely not inferior to any master in the world.

Seeing the boy's face, she hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively, "Can you meet in that dream?"

“That’s right.”

The boy nodded, tore open the Taoist talisman that was pressed against his limbs and front, got up and walked to the young man, and gently held her tenderness.

"At first I thought it was Wang Situ's dream of worshipping God, but later I thought that the secret book records that the dream of worshipping God will only be born in the dream of practitioners above the earth level. How could Wang Situ have born in the dream of not practicing, so how could he give birth to worshipping God? That man came from another person's dream and crossed Wang Situ's dream with him, and he was discovered by me, but even if I discovered it, I could not tell his identity and origin, and even my age."

"Why is this?" Shao nv said strangely.

"Because he is just a vague shadow, able to cast thunder."

After a pause, the boy recalled the situation in the dream, and the corner of his mouth was bitter: "His dreaming skills are much better than mine. People in the dream cannot detect him, so they will not alarm the master. He can stay as long as he wants, unlike me who can only stay with two incense sticks. Moreover, he can also summon the dream to bless the gods, circulate in the dream time, without being restricted, as if other people's dreams are his own territory."

Hearing this, the young god was indifferent and still was not moved; "After you say that, his dream-entering technique has the power of the seven-wheeled chakra of the Yellow Million Dream chakra, the throat chakra, the eyebrow chakra, and the crown chakra have all opened up the seven-wheeled secret chakra, and even in Taoyuan Village, it is one of the best existences. I heard that the top figures in the world are those divine masters, but they are just equivalent to the four-wheeled secret chakra. Could it be that the news brought back by Nightingale is wrong?"

"The nightingale is just a strange bird. It flies into the world and listens to people's words and remembers it. It cannot distinguish the authenticity. Taoyuan Village will fly back to eight thousand nightingale every night, and the elders of each minister will count the world's news."

The boy wanted to continue talking, but he saw Qing'er facing him and stopped him quickly.

Smiling, the young man leaned into the boy's arms. She cared for the boy's body and had not been asleep for a night, her face was full of fatigue.

"Xiǎo Feng, it's useless to say more, we can't go back. Your king's tribe and my nightingale are looking for us everywhere at this time. In the past, I only felt interesting when I looked at the stories in the world. Now, we have become stories that the villagers enjoy."

"Don't worry Qing'er. When we borrow a large ship from the uncle of Dakuang, escape from Dakuang, escape from the eastern boundary, and escape from the ends of the earth, even if everyone in the village makes a loophole to come to find us, it will be useless."

The boy comforted him that his appearance was originally very ordinary, but he had a pair of white eyes, which was as charming as the moon and stars, and also embellished his face and became evil and handsome. He was just like the young man, and he was only fifteen or sixteen years old. Although he was xiǎo, he had a calm temperament that was difficult to tell. He was not allowed to be displaced and weathered for two or three years.

Lying comfortably in the boy's arms, plucking his slender fingers, Qing'er frowned slightly; "Although the plan is like this, if you don't get the secret of Wang Situ six years ago, how can you exchange the ship that goes out of the sea? You have only practiced the Yellow Mirror Dream Art for two rounds, and you still have to wait for the first half month to dream again. The right wind is right. Who is the one who dreamed of the Seven-wheeled Secret Art?"

I looked at the young man in my arms in surprise, and frowned: "You don't want to"

"That's all. Please help us to explore the mystery when we enter our dreams." Qing'er nodded.

"But he is a master of the Seven-Round Secret Art. Even if he finds him, how can he help him easily?"

"In the news brought back by the Nightingale, it is said that people in the world are insatiable and like fame and fortune. Since they are people in the world, they should be difficult to get rid of this principle. Find him first and find him and find a way to do it."

"Too."

The boy nodded, and Qing'er had already picked up the branches within his eyes.

With a soft smile, the boy attached himself to the young man's ear and described the appearance of Princess Lizhu. After he finished describing, a slender and beautiful young man appeared under the branches, which was exactly the same as Lizhu when he was sixteen years old.

Put the branches aside, get up, sing ancient songs, and dance around the portrait of the Lizhu.

After a song, Shao NV's face became a little pale again, and the blue smoke lingered over the portrait on the ground. The portrait gradually became smaller. It was like a roll of paper, showing in front of Shao NV's eyes.

In the "rolling paper", Princess Lizhu sat in a light boat and swam gracefully on Wangjun Lake and headed towards the peninsula.

"Read!"

Taking a deep breath, the young nv uttered a spell, closed his eyes tightly, curled up at the corners of his eyes, as if he was suffering a great pain, which made the boy beside him anxious.

When she was young, Qing'er breathed a sigh of relief, and the smoke fell, and she opened her eyes again.

"That person is from the royal family of Liu King in Jiangnan, Liu Jun's sister, Princess Lizhu. It seems that we will go to Jiangnan soon. The nightingales all say that there is a beautiful scenery and a mi-people scenery, and this time we can feast our eyes."

Qing'er smiled calmly, her delicate body swayed slightly and was hugged by the boy.

"Don't worry about the wind. This disease has been like this from xiǎo to most of the time. You will feel dizzy when you cast spells. You don't know."

Lying in the boy's arms, the young man murmured, his eyelids were heavy, and he was sleeping dizzy.

"When I escape from Dakuang, I will help you find a doctor. If you can't find a good doctor, I will find those strange people. I will help you cure it no matter what."

The boy said confidently, with a look of care and unbearable expression.

"I'm stupid again. Even the great priest of my Fengmen said that this disease cannot be cured. As long as you stay with me forever, you will be fine until that day."

The voice of Shao NV gradually became lower, but he hurried in the boy's arms and fell asleep. He looked at the weak Shao NV. The boy stopped arguing, and a trace of determination appeared in his white eyes.

"My first king Feng will always protect Qing'er, and I will find the gods for the rest of my life."

There are too many vows in the play, and most of them happen between adult male NVs. It is ridiculous and ridiculous to say it from a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old.

However, in Taoyuan Village, where they get engaged at the age of ten and get married at the age of thirteen, it is not uncommon for lovers like them to make vows.

Huā vows in the mountains and vows in the previous month do not mean that they can last forever. Although the fifteen tribes of the Taoyuan San family have intermarriages, they are also among tribes with good friends. If they meet a mortal enemy, even if the children of the tribes fall in love with each other, they will be separated without mercy. Before the age of ten, the children of the fifteen tribes will practice together, and it is inevitable that they will fall in love over time, and naturally, they will be separated from life and death.

Although there is no clear regulation, it is also a custom. Since ancient times, no one in Taoyuan Village dares to resist, except them.

The strongest disciple from the third generation of the First Clan King's tribe, the First King Feng, and the most mysterious leader of the Yuezhi Feng tribe, were born to carry the strangely ill Yue Qingqing.

At this moment, a nightingale fell from the sky and fell onto the statue of the god, staring straight at the young man in the temple.

A trace of murderous intent burst out between his eyebrows. The first Wang Feng looked at the Nightingale coldly, and two vortexes flowed out from his white eyes. Before the nightingale could escape, she was pressed on the statue by an invisible hand. Gradually, the nightingale's body became stiff, like a mud sculpture, blending with the statue, and could no longer fly back to the mysterious and strange Taoyuan Village.

"There are many great scholars in the White Fox Academy, who are knowledgeable and have many knowledgeable principles that cannot be learned from books. Therefore, remember to listen to lectures in class, ask questions if you don't understand, get along with classmates, give in to what you should give in, and endure what you should tolerate."

In front of Mo Yun Tower, Sima Jin looked at An Bochen who was amused and crying, and said with great thought.

It was just to go to school, and there was no need to be so cào. ​​But Sima Jin knew that most of the students in the White Fox Academy were from the Liu family. Although An Bochen was promoted to a scholar, he was still a slap in the eyes of the aristocratic people. What's more, now everyone knows that An Bochen's practice was abolished and could not use martial arts. On that day, An Bochen beat Li Lin, but slapped Li Lin heavily on the face of the children of the aristocratic family.
Chapter completed!