Wei Yuan looked at the goddess in astonishment and repeated the girl's words:
"Sleep now? Here?"
The goddess nodded and said: "If it is a magic spell, then if you fall asleep now, you may still be able to detect some clues, and then you can confirm where your dream came from and whether it is related to the tiger."
The girl said so, and Wei Yuan had no choice but to lie down on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling. The sofa could not allow him to lower his whole body, with his calves hanging down, wearing a long skirt and shirt, and a modern-dressed goddess sitting there.
He was sitting on a wicker chair, less than half a meter away from him.
The girl lowered her head and read the book on her lap.
There are flowers all around, and the sound of fingers scratching across paper is rustling.
White steam rises from the spout of the teapot.
Woohoo——
It's a bit like what it was like at my grandma's house when I was a kid.
Wei Yuan slowly calmed down and then fell asleep.
…………
The vision in the dream was still the dull sky and earth. The Taoist temple was wrapped in a thick fog that could not be distinguished with the naked eye. Wei Yuan stood in the Taoist temple. The interior of such buildings was always empty and tall, looking extremely gloomy.
The stone statue was draped in a golden-red cloth, sitting on a high place overlooking him, with a stunned smile on its lips.
Maybe it didn't expect that this person would come back after escaping from the dream.
Wei Yuan noticed that this time he seemed to be closer to the statue.
Along with the low roar of the tiger, the entire Taoist temple once again transformed into the ferocious tiger head, about to bite it fiercely. Wei Yuan raised his hand, and his usual eight-sided Han sword appeared in his hand. He raised his hand to slash horizontally with all his strength.
But looking at his long sword, which was no bigger than a tiger's fangs, he felt really miserable.
But at this moment, Wei Yuan heard a soft and tinny sound.
It's the rustling sound of fingers running across paper.
This dream solidified in an instant. The ferocious and huge tigers and the cold teeth seemed to have lost their color, and the whole world turned gray. Wei Yuan drew his sword and looked around, with a blank expression on his face, and then he saw the goddess holding the scroll.
Appeared in his dream.
The goddess walked up to Wei Yuan, looked at this real dream, stretched out her hand and swept it, and then the dream turned into ashes in an instant, leaving only an ink-based talisman with lines like blood, and
After this talisman was taken out, the dream also fell into pieces.
Wei Yuan slowly opened his eyes and saw the ceiling of the flower shop.
In the teapot next to it, the water has just boiled.
The goddess held a talisman in her hand. The talisman seemed to be a living spiritual creature. It kept bumping left and right, trying to fly out, but was unable to break free from the girl's hand. Finally, it slowly lost its magic power and spirituality and disappeared.
not see.
She looked at Wei Yuan: "It's Boqi."
"There are actually still great monsters left in this era."
Wei Yuan asked doubtfully: "Birch?"
The goddess thought for a while and said:
"Birch Eats Dreams."
"During the winters of the Qin and Han Dynasties, Da Nuo sacrifices were often held. Among them, children sang a song about twelve beasts eating ghosts. The person responsible for eating dreams was Boqi. Since he is a big demon that feeds on dreams, it is common for him to control dreams and create hallucinations.
reason."
"When did you develop a deadly feud with Birch and let it leave its mark on you?"
Wei Yuan was about to shake his head, but he thought of another maid holding a lamp under the tiger's seat in the picture of strange powers and chaotic gods. Her expression was condensed and she told the matter to the goddess. The girl said thoughtfully:
"If this is the case, it is very possible that Birch is a whole race of monsters that were once subdued by humans to devour the evil spirits in dreams. The tiger was granted the title of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, so there is a Birch as the attribute of the tiger.
It’s normal to go down.”
"Maybe it's because she had a deep relationship with the painted-skinned brocade bird you killed, so she came to kill you in a dream, or maybe it was because you killed the tiger's body before and unknowingly was left behind. It's that
The tiger's wishes are to let you die in your dream without knowing it."
Wei Yuan opened his mouth, realizing once again the meticulous methods of these ancient monsters, and said with a wry smile:
"If I was swallowed by that tiger in my dream..."
The goddess said: "Dreams are related to the soul. You keep dying in the dream. Once the number of times increases, it will cause the three souls and seven souls to overflow. The soul dies but the body is still alive. In the pre-Qin period, many alchemy techniques were aimed at the soul instead of the body.
, just because it’s not easy to be tracked for revenge.”
"I have removed this brand, but I'm afraid you have been targeted."
"If the tiger comes into the world, he should find you directly. In addition, artificially controlling dreams is a two-way spell. The Birch has just broken free from the seal, and his cultivation should not have recovered much. What you saw
The Taoist temple may represent that Tiger and Birch are now hiding in the Taoist temple."
"And it shouldn't be too far away."
"Otherwise, her current magic power shouldn't be able to cast spells in dreams."
The goddess's voice was soft and gentle, and she explained things that Wei Yuan didn't know. The origin, reason, and hidden dangers of the sinister dream were all explained clearly. Wei Yuan felt at ease and raised the sword in his hand again.
There was a trace of blood on the sword again, and he asked curiously: "Then this sword is..."
The goddess stretched out her fingers and flicked the sword lightly, saying:
"This sword should have killed a lot of demons in a short period of time, right?"
Wei Yuan nodded, followed his memory, and counted them one by one:
"The painted skin, the five rampant ghost generals, the evil demons, the ghost king of the ghost realm, and the original body of the tiger, I all relied on this sword to get through."
The goddess showed a smile and said in a light and gentle tone: "Then it's normal."
"In ancient times, there was a story about a famous sword channeling a warning. The material and casting skills of your sword are very good, and you have killed these demons and big demons with you. The sword has absorbed the blood of demons and ghosts, so it should have developed its own spirituality.
There should be a sword-making method in the Tiger inheritance, and you can find a way to recast this sword."
"In the pre-Qin period, there were disputes among various countries. During the Qin and Han Dynasties, the knight-errant style was very strong. In addition to the swordsmanship of fighting each other, there was also the method of 'hitting with a sword from a distance'. Among them, Lu Goujian was the best. During the Han Dynasty, King Keqing of Huainan
Lei Guan is the best among them, you can try to practice."
"In addition, your broken sword seems to be the soul of a ghost spirit?"
Wei Yuan nodded, pulled out the broken sword, and explained in detail about the soul of the Qi family soldier. The goddess thought thoughtfully and said, "Then you can transfer his soul to the soul-nurturing place in your house."
Mu Shang, if we continue to fight like this, if Broken Sword is damaged, he will not be injured."
Wei Yuan naturally nodded in agreement and asked if this kind of magic was also found in the Crouching Tiger inheritance. The goddess put the scroll down casually, got up and walked to the museum, saying: "This is just a very simple magic. I have seen Ji Han's
Prime Minister, he was studying the art of soul renewal at that time. I was a spectator, so I know a thing or two about this art. I can help you solve it with just a little effort."
Wei Yuan asked curiously: "Is the prime minister of Ji Han Zhuge Liang?"
"What kind of person is he?"
The goddess thought for a while and replied:
"When I was young, I liked to laugh very much. I laughed very calmly. I could play music, write articles, play chess, perform magic tricks, perform Qi Men Dun Jia, perform celestial phenomena and earth evil spirits. I even started farming, growing flowers, cooking, and pleasing his wife. It seemed that there was nothing he could do.
It is said that if one enters the path of immortality, he may not be weaker than Zhang Daoling."
"But after he turned forty, he rarely smiled anymore. I once saw him in Nanyang and listened to him singing with a few friends. But after returning to the mountains for a while, he could no longer be the same as before when he came back to the human world.
The harp is singing and whistling."
"It seems because a man named Liu Bei died."
The goddess easily entrusted the souls of the Qi family's soldiers on the soul-nurturing tree, and then said:
"For us, the feelings between humans are sometimes not so easy to understand."
Wei Yuan nodded, and noticed from the girl in front of her that there was something different from her appearance, a heavy feeling coming from the years. Just like just now, there were some problems that were difficult for her to solve. She could easily see that,
And give you guidance on your own cultivation.
For me, people or things are just symbols in history, but for the girl, they are real old friends who they met and left after saying goodbye to each other.
At this time, the electrical repairman Wei Yuan had booked early in the morning came over on a scooter.
Looking at the refrigerator, the calmness on the master's face slowly disappeared.
He picked up a cigarette and looked at the refrigerator door that seemed to be provoking his career. The hand holding the cigarette was shaking a little. Accidentally? How hard would it take to accidentally create such a gap with a kitchen knife?
Is your son here? He looked at the elegant goddess and Wei Yuan who looked normal. The master said, "Let's change it. It can't be repaired." He held a cigarette in his mouth and left on a motorcycle. On the way, he thought about whether he should retaliate.
A policeman.
If this is domestic violence and two people fight, wouldn’t the little girl be too pitiful?
Wei Yuan glanced at the dead ghosts who were looking at him eagerly:
"It can't be fixed."
The water ghost went to the ground and grinned.
Wei Yuan sighed: "I'll buy it."
So the water ghost stood up again, full of energy.
The goddess looked at the refrigerator and asked curiously: "What is this?"
Wei Yuan was stunned for a moment and said: "The Tianshi Mansion didn't explain it to you?"
Seeing the goddess shaking her head, Wei Yuan had no choice but to explain the purpose of the refrigerator, thought for a while, and said:
"I'm going to the home appliance market. Jue, do you want to come with me and take a look outside?"
The goddess pondered for a moment and nodded happily.
After some discussion, we decided to take the bus.
Because the goddess seems to be very curious about this kind of modern carriage that can carry many people, and wants to try it for herself.
While waiting for the bus, Wei Yuan couldn't help but whisper: "Jue, do you know how to take the bus..."
The girl nodded naturally and calmly.
Wei Yuan felt relieved.
Get in the car first and look back.
Seeing the girl walking up the steps, she took out a broken piece of silver from her sleeve, and naturally stuffed it into the place where the money was collected. The silver shone with the unique luster of precious metals, but the driver became wary. Wei Yuan's eyes twitched, almost
Ben Ben raised his hand, swiped it and grabbed the broken silver in his hand, then took out his bus card, swiped it, and smiled dryly at the impatient driver:
"I brushed it for her."
Then he winked at the goddess and sat at the back of the bus.
After thinking about it, Wei Yuan asked the goddess to sit by the window. He sat next to him, opened his hand, looked at the heavy piece of silver in his palm, and twitched the corner of his mouth.
it is true.
The girl frowned, tilted her head, looked at Wei Yuan, and opened and closed her mouth silently:
"What did I do wrong?"
"There should be nothing wrong with paying for taking the bus."
Wei Yuan also opened his mouth and said silently: "I want to pay, but this thing cannot be used to take the bus."
"Why?"
The bus drove slowly, passing through the old city with gentle slopes. The pale red elm-leaf plum petals fell with the wind. The sun hit the goddess's cheek. She looked at Wei Yuan curiously. She seemed to be confused and confused.
, emphasized:
"Why is silver not money?!"
Wei Yuan: “…………”
PS: The more moderate daily promotion of the main line should be over soon, it is just a transition~
Daily life is so damn hard to write about, I dropped the table