In the lucid dream divided by Wei Yuan's true spirit.
Kuafu was silent, looking ahead, losing the ability to speak.
who I am?
Where am I?
Have I returned to the age of gods?
Xing Tian was drinking heavily.
Zhu Jiuyin looked at something silently, while the water monkey who was pulled over there was playing games impatiently.
There are even heroic women with sharp features who hide the secrets of heaven.
Xing Tian waved.
"Yo, here we come."
That familiar tone made Kuafu silent for a long time, and the words Wei Yuan said before seemed to appear in front of his eyes. The young man whispered gently, "...My dreams may be a little different from ordinary people."
I see.
Kuafu seemed to understand something.
.........realistic?
After being silent for a long time, he walked to the huge round table and sat cross-legged on the ground with lush green grass and flowers. Opposite him was Zhu Jiuyin, who had an ancient face and a distant temperament. Zhu Jiuyin casually handed over a cup of tea and said lightly: "
first?"
"Um………"
Kuafu's mind slowly regained its ability to turn.
"Civil official?"
"Um."
The two drank in silence.
………………
On Longhu Mountain, Wei Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed that the situation was normal. Before letting Kuafu enter the dream, he had already relied on branding and cause and effect to send messages to the beings who could enter his dream. It seemed that
, this time finally nothing happened.
Even the water monkey, who is addicted to games and can't extricate himself, appeared.
but.
Zhu Rong's true spirit did not come out.
It seemed that what happened six hundred years ago had a more severe backlash on Zhu Rong than Qi Wei expected.
Zhu Rong's true spirit fell completely into a deep sleep.
After successfully accommodating Kuafu Giant Spirit, Longhushan Master looked at Wei Yuan with eyes that were about to become heroic, patted his shoulder, and said with emotion: "Wei Yuan, I have always been a master.
I’ve all misjudged you.”
"You, you are a good person."
"It's better to stay in Longhu Mountain for a while. If anything happens, we can help."
Wei Yuan: “…………”
After the incident here was over, the man in black robe who had caused the sudden change in Peach Blossom Spring was also taken away by the disciples of Longhu Mountain. Wei Yuan raised his head and looked at the surging clouds in the sky. He Tuluo flashed in his mind.
The scene predicted by the book.
Even if he cuts it off with one sword.
But, did that scene really not leave a trace in his heart?
There are only a few days left before the third step of Kunlun's assessment. How should I make a decision then? Don't care no matter what, just take whatever you need, take whatever you need, and take it calmly and magnanimously.
Follow the power of Kunlun, or refuse to take the path of God?
But the former seems to be following that prophecy.
The latter, deliberately turning your back on the prophecy to make a choice, is exactly the same as believing the prophecy in your heart.
Beware of Hetu Luoshu.
Wei Yuan slowly exhaled a breath and once again felt the weight of these six words.
As long as he comes into contact with the prophecies of Hetu Luoshu.
So even if you have chopped Hetu Luoshu into pieces, in fact, the prophecy still exists, exists in thinking, and exists in the inertia of logic. If you hesitate a little bit, you will be affected by it. This is why
The methods of fortune-telling are timeless.
Wei Yuan chopped all the distracting thoughts into pieces in his heart.
He cursed secretly.
If I had known...
The stone tablet should be chopped into smaller pieces.
No, it shouldn't be cut.
Directly pouring cement and sinking into the East China Sea, let's see which one is more poisonous to Gonggong.
If you have the ability, you can figure out the future of Gonggong. You can do it.
What the heck are you counting?
The old Taoist priest looked at Wei Yuan's silent expression and said, "What are you thinking about?"
Wei Yuan raised his head and looked at Zhang Ruosu, and subconsciously replied:
"Zhang Daoyou, you said, He Tu Luoshu and the head of Gonggong."
"Which one is harder?"
Zhang Ruosu: “…………”
……………………
finally.
Wei Yuan was kicked down Longhu Mountain.
Jue left the team of the Daughter Kingdom, or in other words, quietly left Longhu Mountain while Wei Yuan was not paying attention, and then took Qin Yuan in a big circle and returned to the flower shop on the old street.
The flower shop was just as it was when she left.
Jue put away his armor, then pretended to be normal, arranging flowers and branches, and reading books.
When Wei Yuan came back, he saw soft white light lighting up inside the flower shop.
Just like that dream, it illuminated the old street without street lights, and I was slightly startled.
"Jue, are you back?"
The girl stretched out her fingers to tidy up the black hair on her temples, and replied with a smile: "Well, yes."
"I have indeed gone through some things."
"But it's okay, I'm back."
She looked at the joy on Wei Yuan's face.
Silently, he hid his daughter's armor even more tightly.
Because of Jue's return, Wei Yuan simply proposed to have a long-lost dinner in the museum. Except for the water ghost who was lost in the mountains and seas for some reason and didn't know where he was, but could predict that he was safe at the moment, the museum had everything together.
While putting away the dishes.
Jue stood naturally inside, and Wei Yuan also stood a little outside in a familiar place, chatting about previous experiences while washing the vegetables. Jue washed the vegetables and put them on the plate, and Wei Yuan took over and carried out smoothly.
Next step.
"So, you encountered someone's plot and then entered the world of mountains and seas..."
"It took a lot of effort to come back."
Wei Yuan was thoughtful and said:
"Then that person may be Chaos."
As he spoke, he didn't look back, he raised his hand and took the thing in the girl's hand just in time.
He handed the condiment bottle back.
The girl took it and put it where she usually kept it.
"Huh? Chaos?"
"Yes, I can get it right..."
The two accomplished all this in tacit agreement.
Qin Yuan watched silently.
Feng Siyu was holding melon seeds from behind.
Qin Yuan: "Do we have room to go up?"
"Maybe not."
Feng Siyu thought deeply and said:
"So, want some popcorn?"
"Ah, yes, and..."
When Wei Yuan turned his head to pick up something, his fingers touched the girl's. The two were stunned. When their eyes met subconsciously, next to them was the smoke of human beings, firewood, rice, oil and salt, and the slightly dim light of the museum.
On a sofa that was quite big but at least very comfortable, Qin Yuan and Feng Siyu sat cross-legged and played games.
Zhang Xiaoyu, who was back for a rare visit, and Lin Ling'er, who was a guest, sat on the stools and watched obediently.
The great monk is mopping the floor.
The painter ghost locked himself in the attic, as if he had reached a dead end, and was frantically rushing to finish the manuscript.
The souls of Qi's army soldiers quietly build trees, next to the spirits born in red embroidered shoes.
Noisy, noisy, soft shouting, the sound of grabbing the game controller, the movement of mopping the floor, and the sound of slippers stepping on the ground, mixed with the dim yellow light, mixed with the steaming water
In the air, time seems to soften.
Wei Yuan suddenly recalled where the inexplicable feeling of familiarity came from.
It's that fantasy.
Jue also noticed a faint strange feeling.
Is it that fantasy?
All of this was so similar to a fantasy. That night, after returning from overtime work, the two of them talked about some things in life while preparing dinner. The feeling at that time was the same as before, an unspeakable tacit understanding.
Wei Yuan retracted his palm, exhaled, and pressed his eyebrows.
Was it preconceived?
He was a little annoyed by his chaotic thinking
Preconceptions are like thinking that something has certain characteristics. Then when you look at that thing later, you will naturally have that kind of scrutiny, just like the three major illusions in life.
If you think the other person likes you, then you can find various arguments to support your argument.
Human beings are inherently good at making excuses and reasons for themselves.
You feel like you are going to win in the game.
Then even in the position, you can see that you have a coquettishness that can counterattack in the next second.
But this is just an illusion.
You tend to get carried away in waves.
It was because I had that fantasy experience that I unconsciously inserted reality into it...
Wei Yuan suppressed his distracting thoughts and just pretended that nothing happened. After a while, he went back to the house to get something. The goddess next to him also had a similar illusion and felt that he was overthinking.
That is an illusion.
Maybe it’s because it’s something from the Age of Gods after all, and it works very well.
The girl retracted her fingers and prepared the materials alone. However, she thought of the morning in the fantasy world. A smile appeared on her face. She wore an apron and unconsciously hummed the song of Qiniang in the fantasy world. Her sleeves were rolled up, revealing two white arms.
The ponytail swaying from behind.
After spending a while, Wei Yuan also found what he wanted and breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, I heard a familiar humming sound coming from outside the door.
Wei Yuan was stunned, his pupils widened slightly.
He had heard this song in the previous dreamland of Peach Blossom Land. On the morning of the dreamland, the girl turned on the TV. On the TV was a live broadcast of the song sung by Qiniang. At that time, the goddess was humming this song and smiling softly.
road:
'The songs Qiniang sings are better.'
'I really have to let her teach me next time.'
Could it be that……
Is the illusion not fake?
Wei Yuan's pupils shrank slightly, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on the door, slowly pushing it open.
When he walked out, the girl in the kitchen was no longer there. Wei Yuan was stunned and saw that on the facade of the living room, Binghun was sitting quietly, flexing his fingers to play a sword and composing music. The spiritual arms born from the red embroidered shoes next to him spread out and hummed.
Song
That song was originally the last tune Wei Yuan heard when he bid farewell to Wan Qiniang.
Wei Yuan let out a sigh of relief, not knowing whether it was regret or happiness.
Looking for the goddess, he saw the girl standing at the door and opened the door of the museum. Standing outside was a young monk wearing black monk robes with a handsome face. Daoyan came to the museum again, and what he carried in his hand was...
One of the reasons why he had to fall into the peach blossom garden.
It has a trace of Mr. Youyuan's true spirit, an ancient relic from the past.