At night, maybe because I was very tired recently, I actually dreamed again. The dream was still chaotic, and the dream I had had several times reappeared.
I don’t know the background of the era, but the purple-robed Taoist in the dream, the broken wooden sword, the man who was seriously injured and almost died from a hammer, and the young man who committed the murder.
Everything is constantly playing out in my mind, as if all these things have happened before. Otherwise, why have I had such dreams several times in the past year?
Who are the people in the dream? The Taoist in purple is not too old, only in his thirties.
His opponent also looked very young, and his appearance was extremely handsome, with a face that was prettier than that of a woman.
The most terrifying thing is his strength. The scene in the dream is the venue where the two are fighting. The area within a hundred meters is in a mess, as if it has been bombarded by some large-scale magic.
There are still some traces of flames and thunder and lightning on the ground, and the seriously injured Taoist in purple is holding a broken wooden sword in his hand, with some thunder and lightning lingering on the wooden sword.
Obviously, the thunder and lightning should have been attracted by the purple-clothed Taoist's spell. As for whether the flames were used by the man, I don't know. Maybe it was caused by the lightning striking the ground.
I saw the purple-robed Taoist, and there was a figure standing in front of him. It seemed to be a woman. I couldn't see her face clearly in the dream, but from the long hair, I could tell that she was a woman.
He was also very tall and wearing a protective armor that seemed to be made of leather. He stood in front of the purple-clothed Taoist and faced the handsome man.
She was holding a spear-like weapon in her hand. At this time, the woman's hands were covered with blood, which fell to the ground. There was a small pit at her feet, and there was enough blood in it. There are as many as four or two bowls each.
But the woman seemed to be in no pain. She stared coldly at the man, her aura not weakening, and she was always on guard against attacks from the man in front of her.
The man with unfathomable magical power pointed his finger at the woman, and the woman who was injured flew backwards again and fell to the ground.
This man had such terrifying power that he just knocked away this powerful-looking woman with a casual finger. Moreover, the woman had no idea whether she was alive or dead.
Seeing that the woman was hurt by a pointing finger, the purple-clothed Taoist, who was already covered in injuries, touched his fingertips on the seven-color puppet hanging around his waist.
The seven-color puppets flew up one after another. Due to the blessing of the purple-robed Taoist, the seven-color puppets flying in the air turned into various different people.
There are men and women in appearance, and the weapons are also different. The seven-color dolls merged into a formation in the air, and the seven dolls in the formation each displayed martial arts.
The seven-color rays of light formed by cooperating with each other pressed towards the man. The man did not panic, and maintained his powerful magic, and smashed one of the puppets into pieces with a casual slap.
After the doll shattered, the materials used to make the doll exploded and scattered. A piece of paper fell from the broken doll. It turned out to be a cut-out paper man, very vivid and lifelike. vivid.
The man attacked from left and right, and the formation arranged by the seven-color dolls was broken. The original power was completely over before it could be exerted.
After a few more blows, the man smashed the other dolls into pieces, and in each doll there was a colorful paper man falling to the ground.
When the purple-clothed Taoist saw that his magic weapon doll was broken by the man, he felt that he probably had no hope of winning, so he took the seven-color paper doll into his hand, threw it away into the distance, and flew towards the injured woman. He fell lightly into the woman's arms.
The scene in the dream gradually moved away from me. From the microcosm of the dream, there seemed to be something standing there. It was small and white. It was a small animal. It curled up and looked like a kitten. Yes, it witnessed all this happening.
The man didn't seem to care about the little animal and didn't even kill it. He just glanced at the little animal and let it leave.
Seeing the little figure leave, the purple-clothed Taoist also showed a smile. Holding a broken wooden sword, he walked to the woman who was beaten away by the man, and picked up the woman who fell to the ground.
Looking at the woman in his arms, he was heartbroken. It turned out that the woman was already dead. She was killed by the man in one move. The purple-clothed Taoist was also extremely angry in his heart. He looked up at the man and did not continue to fight. Turned and left.
The man had no intention of stopping him, but just watched him leave silently. The injured Taoist in purple just held the woman and walked slowly, walking through many places, as if he was looking for a place.
It seemed like he was going to the end of the world until the injured Taoist in purple stopped in front of a mountain. This mountain peak was towering and filled with spiritual energy.
The purple-clothed Taoist held the dead woman and slowly walked up the mountain. His eyes were constantly searching for something. The woman's death made her heart almost despair.
Halfway up the mountain, there is a dragon vein branching from Kunlun Mountain. It is an excellent Feng Shui treasure place. The purple-clothed Taoist came to this Feng Shui treasure place with the woman in his arms.
He wanted to bury this woman in the dragon's cave, which was regarded as a geomantic treasure by the emperor. The purple-clothed Taoist placed the woman on the ground and began to use Taoism. He dug a big pit and used the surrounding wood to make it. The woman made a simple coffin, but it happened that the wood was actually good quality wood.
The purple-robed Taoist put the woman into the coffin and her weapons, then used Taoist magic to bury the coffin into the dragon's cave and fill it with earth.
He cast a spell on the tomb, placed a seal and banned it, and said one sentence to the dead woman: "Xiao Ling, goodbye, we will meet again one day."
After the purple-clothed Taoist buried the woman, he left the mountain. His back looked very lonely. He was also seriously injured. He was still holding his broken wooden sword in his hand. On his way down the mountain, he met a little boy. The thing is that little white animal.
That little thing was squatting quietly on the side of the road, apparently waiting for something. Taoist Ziyi knew that it was waiting for him.
The Taoist in purple came slowly to the side of the little beast, squatted down, and touched its head. The little white beast looked up at the man, its big eyes full of admiration.
The purple-clothed Taoist touched its head, looked at the little thing, and seemed to think of something, so he took out something from his body. It looked like a scroll made of leather, not very big.
He handed it to the little beast and said softly to it: "Little guy, you have been following me for a long time. Although I don't know where you come from, I don't know why you follow me."
"I believe you can understand what I'm saying. Please keep this thing for me. I will come to pick it up one day. Even if you are at the end of the world, I will find you. There are things and addresses you need to protect on it."
The little white beast blinked its big eyes, stared at the Taoist in purple, and let out a soft cry. Then he opened his mouth, bit the leather-like scroll, and bowed to the Taoist in purple. Body, is this farewell?
The little beast turned around and left with the scroll in its mouth. The small figure disappeared from the sight of Taoist Zi Yi, who showed a smile on his lips.
