Suddenly, Sheng Hongyi opened her eyes suddenly.
She clutched her chest and gasped for air.
Beads of sweat fell one by one on his forehead.
She looked out the window blankly, the moon disappeared, a red sun had jumped out, the night had passed, and a new day had begun.
The heart-wrenching feeling in her heart disappeared without a trace as she woke up from her dream.
But she still remembered it clearly.
"elder sister……"
she whispered.
who is it?
The sister's voice in the dream should obviously be strange, but she felt very familiar and kind in the dream.
But what she was sure of was that the voice was not Concubine Sheng Yu.
Sheng Hongyi was also familiar with Concubine Sheng Yu's voice, which was soft and brisk. Listening to her speak, Sheng Hongyi felt at ease and had a warm feeling of home.
However, the sister's voice in the dream was different. It was gentle but cold, and there was a kind of sadness permeating the heart, as if... it was ripped away from the bones and blood.
Sheng Hongyi took out the wine jar again and took three sips in succession before she was able to calm down her complicated thoughts.
She couldn't convince herself that this was just an insignificant dream.
But why did she have such a dream, and why was it last night?
She thought for a long time, but couldn't think of a reason.
These days, as she gradually began to practice seriously and experienced a series of things, she discovered that in this world of cultivation, she was actually almost like an idiot and felt like she didn't know anything.
After a while, she sighed, took out a blank jade slip, unfolded it, and used her finger as a pen. The colorful spiritual energy escaped from her fingertips thinly but continuously and painted on the paper.
In the dream, there are bald mountains, dead rocks exposed with blood and scorch, as well as broken limbs and remains on the ground, and all kinds of grotesque corpses...
As the brush strokes came, she was experiencing the dream again in the sea of consciousness.
In this way, she seemed to remember many subtle differences.
She frowned and looked carefully at the corpses she drew, and finally felt something was wrong.
These corpses are not normal. Most of them do not look like human corpses.
Some have two curved horns protruding from their heads, making them look like either cows or deer!
Under some tattered robes, there were dark patches on their backs, which seemed to be some kind of scales, but I didn’t know whether they were fish scales or other animals.
Some of them looked normal, but the demonic energy on their bodies dyed the blood black.
Others, whose bodies were half empty and full, were lying on the ground gasping for breath. They were obviously still alive, but half of them could not be seen clearly with the naked eye.
There are even green faces, fangs, and ghostly aura...
What are these?
Sheng Hongyi felt as if she had entered a strange and bizarre world.
There are people, ghosts, strange monsters, and demons among them...and wherever you look, there is a broken stone tablet.
There is a word on it that seems to be: Si.
At exactly the right time, Master's voice sounded on time:
"Since you're not practicing, come out and go to class quickly, don't be lazy!"
The voice was very disgusting. The more I thought about it, the less I could figure it out. It felt like it was about to fall into the ears of the confused Sheng Hongyi, but it was so friendly.
Like redemption.
She shook her head hurriedly, her eyes clear again:
"I'm coming."
The voice was eager and a little joyful.
Sheng Ping put down the book he was holding with a strange expression on his face: After one night, could it be that the traitor was influenced by him?
Since when have you seen her so active in class?
When Sheng Ping walked out of his room, Sheng Hongyi was already sitting obediently in her place in the yard.
Seeing Sheng Ping, she stood up and saluted:
"Master, good morning."
Sheng Ping looked her up and down and was used to her strange way of greeting:
"Good morning, you seem...in good shape today."
After all, he is a child with an unlimited future.
After just one night of practice, her whole body seemed to have incomplete spiritual energy, and the vitality of wood spiritual energy filled her whole body.
She stood there like a fresh green pine, upright and full of vitality.
Sheng Ping took a deep breath. He had not encountered such abundant wood spirit energy for a long time, which showed that he, a rebellious disciple, must have quite good wood spirit roots.
Unexpectedly, Sheng Hongyi's face was frozen, and confusion quickly flashed in her eyes.
Shengping asked strangely:
"How's it going? Are you having problems with your practice?"
Sheng Hongyi only hesitated for a moment and then said:
"Master, is it possible that I had a nightmare while practicing, and when I woke up in the morning, I found that my consciousness had been restored?"
She had just been awakened by Sheng Ping's voice calling her to class. When she came out, she checked her sea of consciousness.
As a result, I found that my consciousness had recovered as before, and was even stronger than before the injury!
What's going on?
Although her consciousness was not seriously injured, under the "force" of her master, she felt that it was not too difficult to repair it in two days.
But yesterday, she performed the Soul-Calming Technique, and after falling into concentration, she began to dream. After just one night, her consciousness returned to its original state, becoming deeper than before.
Is it compensation for her nightmares?
And such good things?
Sheng Hongyi saw Sheng Ping frowning and thinking, so she waited quietly.
After the confession the night before yesterday, Sheng Hongyi found that their master-disciple relationship seemed to have broken through a hurdle, a qualitative breakthrough.
Nowadays, when she encounters any difficulties in her cultivation, Sheng Hongyi suddenly doesn't want to hold back as much as before.
What are you holding back? It's not like she doesn't have a master.
Before, she had nowhere to ask.
Her father has been injured for many years and has long been out of touch with the entire world of cultivation. Her mother and sister are of low cultivation, and they really can't feel some of her changes.
Furthermore, after listening to Sheng Ping's classes these days, the master's knowledge and opinions are indeed much more profound than those of his father.
Especially whether it is a problem in talisman or cultivation, many times the master can discover it without Sheng Hongyi having to say it.
A few words of advice always gave Sheng Hongyi a sense of enlightenment.
Sheng Hongyi knew that since she was willing to practice under the eyes of the master, it meant that in her heart, the master had gained her full trust and became her actual relative.
Sheng Ping was momentarily stunned by Sheng Hongyi's sudden question.
However, when Sheng Hongyi encountered a cultivation problem and took the initiative to ask, he was still satisfied.
The rebels still make progress.
As a result, his brows relaxed slightly and his tone was gentle, which was rare for being gentle to a rebel:
"Oh? I don't have a clue at the moment. What kind of nightmare is it?"
The sudden restoration of his consciousness may be due to Sheng Hongyi's unconscious epiphany.
But, he had never heard of epiphanies in the form of nightmares.
Sheng Hongyi handed over the jade slip:
"This is what I saw in my dream last night. Master, can you take a look?"
When Sheng Ping opened it and took a look, his frown became even more intense. The scene in the picture was truly horrifying and even tragic.
Only half of the stone tablet caught his attention:
"Si?"
Sheng Hongyi nodded:
"Master, do you think this looks like a boundary monument? Is there a place called Si in this world?"
