Mu Qing opened his eyes, seeing the pale sky in his eyes and the cold wind in his ears. He was startled and sat up quickly.
Looking around, Du's Winery was not far away, but the front door was deserted and there were many weeds. Mu Qing's eyes moved slowly, and after turning around, he suddenly paused. The stream in front of him had dried up, and half of the stones on the river bed were Sinked in the mud, half exposed to the air, covered with mottled green.
Mu Qing subconsciously touched his waist. Xinghua Bell felt his touch, trembled slightly, and responded with a clear chime.
Mu Qing licked his interfering lips, squinted at the outline of the building in the distance, and asked, "How long has it been?"
The Xinghua Bell kept vibrating, but no sound came out.
Mu Qing's heart moved, and he separated a piece of spiritual consciousness and flew into the Xinghua Bell.
In Xinghua Bell, Zhong Ling'er was sitting next to a piece of lava. Seeing him come in, she rushed to his side and circled around him for a few times before she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's so dangerous, I thought you wouldn't wake up. "
Seeing Zhong Ling'er's nervous look, Mu Qing suddenly said, "You don't dare to go out?"
Zhong Linger snorted softly, sat back and fiddled with the lava with her little hands, and said: "As soon as you came in, I lost my sense of you, and there is a very powerful and strange force that has been looking for me. What else can I do? "
Mu Qing thought of Zhong Ling'er's great achievements in establishing the clan and said seriously: "You were right not to come out."
Zhong Ling'er asked curiously: "I can feel you moving around these two days, but I can't sense the existence of your consciousness. Have you entered an illusion?"
"Am I walking around all the time?" Mu Qing was stunned, thinking of his experience during this period, and said slowly: "It was Xichuan's dream. Xichuan City in the dream... was very lively."
Zhong Ling'er's eyes lit up and she said, "I remember Grandpa Yan said that at the end of the Xiantian Ling's practice, he must embrace the small world. Is this city lord's dream very real?"
Mu Qing's eyes moved slightly and he said: "Everyone in the dreamland has their own story. Although I had doubts at first, I couldn't find anything wrong. After a long time, I discovered that their lives started over and over again, every day. They all seem to be simple and happy, but there are no more emotions or variables. They live in the cycle of a month with their already formed and unchanging characters."
There was a hint of thought in Zhong Ling'er's eyes.
Mu Qing rarely saw her like this and subconsciously asked: "What do you think?"
Zhong Ling'er said: "A truly vivid small world, because of the development of cause and effect, every day is not repeated. It feels like the city lord has intercepted a period of life to construct this dream. It is a pity that This dream is dead.”
A flash of inspiration flashed in Mu Qing's heart and asked: "What if this dreamland becomes a real small world?"
Zhong Ling'er frowned, tilted her head and thought for a long time, then said: "The small world is derived from the creator's Tao. He can construct a city out of dreams. The Tao is already very high, but it is still not enough. If you want to To make amends afterwards, maybe... we can let more people participate, and maybe with the addition of these people, the world will gradually improve."
When Zhong Ling'er finished speaking, her eyes were already sparkling, and she sighed: "So that's what Grandpa Yan meant when he said that cultivation is a devouring process."
The green snake in the corner heard this and quickly shrank into a ball.
Mu Qing thought of his own experience, confirmed Zhong Ling'er's inference, frowned and said: "This method is not good, you should not try it in the future."
Zhong Ling'er glanced at him sideways and raised her chin proudly: "I will wait until I have enough Taoism before I try to evolve the small world. This kind of thing will never succeed once."
Mu Qing shook his head helplessly and fell into deep thought.
Zhong Ling'er seemed to sense something was wrong, and very cleverly ran to tease her little brother.
In Mu Qing's sea of consciousness, Mu Qing and Meng Zhang began to communicate.
Meng Zhang said: "His spiritual power has been alienated. After you fall into his spiritual realm, I can't wake you up."
Mu Qing noticed Meng Zhang's wording and asked, "Alienation of mental power? So what exactly is his dream?"
Meng Zhang said: "This man has walked his own path on the path of the soul. In my eyes, he is a small incomplete world that will eventually die. Since he told you that this was his dream,
Then there is no need to worry about other things, just find a way to break the dream. "
Mu Qing said solemnly: "After I passed through the whirlpool, I entered the dream he created. As long as I drink Huangliang wine, the second layer of dreams will unfold."
"The second layer of dreams will be woven according to desires, and what unfolds will be a beautiful dream. But if you realize that this is a dream, the dream will automatically dissolve. In the first layer of dreams, an unwilling person will be created based on the fear in your heart. Something to face.”
Meng Zhang praised: "It seems that your Taoist heart is firm enough."
Mu Qing smiled bitterly: "Maybe."
"Xichuan is not shy about reminding outsiders who break into the dream. If it hadn't been for his reminder, I might not have woken up so easily."
Meng Zhang paused and reminded: "You may have misunderstood something. He would take the initiative to let you go, perhaps because you realized that it was just a dream."
Mu Qing's heart sank.
Speaking of which, Xichuan used the image of Du Qingquan to show his strength in the middle stage of mortal transformation. He had met Du Qingquan many times in dreams and talked to him many times.
If, as Meng Zhang said, it was actually Xichuan's selection before he could leave, then what about Ye Yun?
If he forcefully tries to wake up Ye Yun, will Du Qingquan become another person?
Mu Qing's mood became much heavier and he said: "If you stay in the second level of dreams for a long time, the memories of the past will slowly fade away."
Meng Zhang said: "It is difficult to wake up a person who is unwilling to wake up from a beautiful dream."...
Mu Qing was in a state of confusion and hastily ended the conversation with Meng Zhang. He left a piece of spiritual consciousness in the Xinghua Bell and flew not far away.
In Xichuan City, the streets and buildings in the dream are all there. Perhaps it is in a strange little world. Endless years have passed without leaving any mottled marks on the walls of the buildings.
The only difference is that there is no trace of human beings.
This is a city that is full of lifelessness but very new.
As Mu Qing walked on the street, he would always feel like he was still in his dream. Every time at this time, a clear ringtone would ring beside him to help him stabilize his emotions.
Mu Qing walked to the front of the Wangchuan Inn without knowing it. Looking at the doors, windows and steps that were exactly the same as in the dream, Mu Qing's expression was a little gloomy.
As he walked into Xichuan City again, the experiences in the dream turned into clear memories that flashed through Mu Qing's mind.
This made him subconsciously look for familiar figures.
It also reminded him of one of these people's favorite topics when talking about City Lord Xichuan.
At that time, the entire northern territory was affected by the war. The city lord Xichuan used extremely powerful means to incorporate the entire city into the mustard seeds, protecting the safety of the entire city.
Xiaoer and the others should be people from that era... Since they only live in the dreamland created by Xichuan, they should be dead.
But why are the faces of these people in the dream so clear, and why do they have their own stories and characters?
What exactly did Xichuan do at that time?
What are you doing now?
Mu Qing did not enter the Wangchuan Inn, but quickened his pace and walked not far away.
The red walls and green tiles remained the same. Mu Qing walked through the courtyard corridor, walked under the dead peach tree, and opened the door of the room in his memory.
no one.
Mu Qing refused to give up and pushed open the door next to him. Except for the ubiquitous thin dust, there was still no one in the room.
The ringtone of Qingxin is getting louder and louder, even no longer discontinuous.
Mu Qing stood at a loss in the room where Qingyu disappeared, his eyes moving little by little.
Finally, he stopped and saw the footprints hidden in the shadows by the window.
He's been here before!
This is also consistent with Zhong Ling'er's rhetoric.
Mu Qing was suddenly extremely angry. He raised his head and asked the air: "If everything that happened in the dream was caused by my desire and fear, why are you still wandering in this dead city?"
No response.
Mu Qing's expression gradually calmed down, his eyes narrowed, and his whole person looked like a sculpture.
He will wander around the city according to the life trajectory in his dream.
What about Ye Yun?
He had no idea what Ye Yun had experienced or where he had gone in the dream weaved by Xichuan.
Xichuan City is very big, and time is still passing by.
Mu Qing clearly knew that Ye Yun must be in the city, but he had no idea where to find him. And if it drags on any longer, the chance of waking Ye Yun up from her dream will get lower and lower.
It’s a torture that becomes clearer as time goes by.
Mu Qing forced himself to calm down and flew in the direction of the thatched cottage in the dream.
Probably the habit in the dream affected reality, so this was Mu Qing's first time flying in the city.
This time, Mu Qing truly felt all kinds of invisible oppression from heaven and earth, and this oppression continued to increase as he got closer to his destination.
When they reached the river, Mu Qing had to fall to the ground.
Soon, Mu Qing arrived at the location in his memory.
But what made Mu Qing's expression extremely ugly was that there was no thatched cottage here.
Mu Qing searched along the river and confirmed this fact.
This city is almost the same as in the dream, but it only lacks a thatched cottage.
Mu Qing stood on the river beach in front of the thatched cottage, carefully searching for traces on the ground, but found nothing.
This allowed Mu Qing to confirm one thing - Xichuan was deliberately erasing certain traces.
Mu Qing walked to Du's wine shop and did not see Du Qingquan, but he found some remaining wine in a large vat in the corner.
Mu Qing smelled the aroma of the wine, and the memories in the dream became clear.
In the second dream, he entered the thatched cottage and saw the stream. But the blurry appearance of Xichuan came from his imagination, and the same thatched cottage also came from his imagination.
Is there really a thatched cottage?
Mu Qing recalled that he learned about Xichuan practicing in a thatched cottage from a monk.
Later he met Du Qingquan by the river.
Mu Qing's heart moved, and she returned to the door of Dujia Winery and looked up.
There was no signature on the door at all. Mu Qing looked aside, his eyes focused on a wooden sign that had fallen among the decaying grass.
Mu Qing picked up the wooden sign and wiped off the plaster on it. He saw that there was nothing written about Dujia Liquor House on the wooden sign, only the word "thatched cottage" scrawled in ancient Chinese characters.
It turns out that this is a thatched cottage.
Mu Qing's mood was very complicated.
Xichuan is indeed a master of dream weaving. Perhaps Xichuan constructed a brand new thatched cottage from the moment he saw him in his dream.
Ye Yun entered the dream he weaved, will she find her way here?
Mu Qing put down the wooden sign and began to look at the real thatched cottage carefully.
