Waves of spiritual mist floated by, revealing spiritual trees that had never been seen before, spiritual flowers that had never been seen before, and spiritual birds that had never been seen before. Where is the place where the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant?
When you are here, your body can sense the rich spiritual energy in the air at any time. A spirit deer walked leisurely in front of it, completely ignoring the presence of the land rover.
"What a beautiful place, is this a dream?" Lu Rover pinched himself hard, hehe, it was indeed a dream, so let's play in the dream.
"Oh yes...haha." I saw him jumping on top of a giant flower blooming on a tree. The giant flower was as big as a house. Standing in the flower room, it was fragrant. There were countless straw-like flower stems in the flower stamens. Fascinated by the sight, I pulled out a flower stem and sucked it, and the nectar immediately poured into my mouth, sweetening my whole heart.
What a happy dream. It would be great if I could have this kind of dream every day.
At this time, Land Rover was lying among the giant flowers, with his legs crossed and sucking the nectar. The sky is so blue, with a few cotton-like white clouds floating in the sky. The blue light in the clouds flashed, as if a big bird was flying. The bird's tail is so long.
"Phoenix...Phoenix? Ah, it's a blue phoenix... No, that's a blue phoenix! We can't let it run away."
Lu Rover jumped up from the big flower, jumped back and forth on the top of the tree, and followed the phoenix whose whole body was shining with blue light.
Qingluan is a kind of phoenix. This kind of magical bird has only been seen in books. Unexpectedly, I met it in this dream.
After a few miles of mad pursuit, Qingluan plunged into a mountain range and disappeared, and then he came to a strange valley.
Thousands of miles of fertile fields outside the valley, ripe rice ears undulate with the wind, golden waves rustle and dance, and from time to time, several spiritual birds fly out cheerfully and chirp. It is truly a fairyland-like dream that one cannot bear to leave.
Where did that Qingluan go? Is it in front?
After walking through the rice fields, crossing the golden ocean, and arriving at the entrance of the valley, I discovered that the terrain of the valley was once gourd-shaped, with a small mouth and a large inside.
Looking into the valley from the entrance, there is another beautiful scenery inside. Villages, forests, mountains, lakes, it is a complete paradise.
What was incredible was that the Qingluan was waiting for him in front. When he first entered the valley, it chirped happily and flew to a mountain range in the valley.
One by one, one person and one bird traveled through the forest for a long time.
Qingluan flew to the edge of a cliff. After a "chi" sound, the huge Qingluan turned into countless blue light spots and disappeared.
"What an interesting dream." Looking up at the cyan light spots floating in the sky made people laugh.
This mountain range is also a place of beautiful scenery, with green pines on the cliffs, flowers blooming, and bees and butterflies dancing wildly.
Under the cliff, the low peaks tower together, the clouds and mist are misty, and the cranes chirp. A breeze blew across Buddha's face. Lu Hu opened his eyes slightly, spread his arms, felt the spiritual wind, listened to the sounds of all things, and was completely intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in front of him.
The sound of a flock of sparrows flapping their wings woke him up from his intoxication. "Squeak, squeak, chirp, chirp" nearly a hundred colorful sparrows flew overhead.
"Haha, that's so interesting." Lu Rover smiled and followed the group of sparrows.
The sparrows flew not far and stopped collectively on a red maple.
This red maple is very tall. There is only one tree for miles, and it looks particularly lonely. With the chirping of birds, it is easy for people to stop their eyes on the red maple trees.
Nearly a thousand spiritual birds have been parked on the dozens of meters high red maple. The birds have different shapes, but each bird is wrapped in spiritual energy.
Hey, that Qingluan was mixed in among the birds. When Land Rover found it, it called him softly twice.
After Qingluan called twice, the birds on the red maple came to rest quietly, and there was no sound except for the occasional "whispering" sound of the maple leaves blown by the spiritual wind.
Strange dreams, strange birds, strange places, when the land rover cat steps to get close to the blue luan bird.
A burst of dragon and phoenix words, and the sound of the piano coming from the side of the red maple tree. When I heard the sound and looked around, I saw an old man with snow-haired hair and white beard, wearing light white clothes, playing the piano with his hands under the red maple.
The old man in white clothes closed his eyes slightly, in a high mood, and his withered ten fingers moved the clouds and the moon across the faintly fragrant guqin.
The seven strings of the guqin are playing in unison, and the sound is so ethereal that it is enough to intoxicate all things. Lu Rover slowly sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed and he was as absorbed in it as the spiritual birds in the tree.
As soon as one song was finished, another one started again. I don’t know how long the lingering sound lingered, and my mood also felt joy, anger, sadness, and joy along with the sound of the piano.
Unknowingly, the corners of Lu Rover's eyes became wet, and at the same time, a harmonious voice came from the vicissitudes of life: "You are here."
Lu Rover opened his eyes after hearing the sound and found himself in a very simple thatched cottage. The old man in white clothes with an amiable expression was looking at him.
"Hello, old man."
As he stood up and saluted, he also began to look at the small thatched cottage in his dream from the corner of his eye. The house was very simple. Except for the simple placement of old mahogany furniture, there was nothing of value.
The old man looked at him quietly, then sighed softly for a long time, slowly turned around, walked to an old mahogany chair and sat down.
"Sit down." The old man raised his dry finger and pointed at the same chair.
"Thank you, old man"
The old man waved his hand, and a teapot flew up automatically. The light green tea in the pot was poured into a small wooden cup. As soon as the tea came out, a faint fragrance floated in the small wooden house.
He looked at everything in the dream curiously. When the wooden cup flew in front of him, he stretched out his hands to take the tea.
I don’t know what kind of tea this is made from, but the first bite I took was like eating an immortal treasure. Sweet, fragrant and refreshing, the whole person is floating.
"Tea is of high quality. The way you drink it is only suitable for drinking from mountain springs." The old man tasted the tea in his hand without raising his eyes.
Everyone knows the principle of tea tasting, but this tea is so delicious that it makes people feel a little embarrassed to drink it all without noticing.
"What? Do you want another drink?" The old voice came from the old man's mouth again.
"No, no. Thank you for the hospitality, old man. One cup is enough."
Although the tea is delicious, you can't make a fool of yourself in your dreams.
"This kind of spiritual tea has been extinct in your world for many years. It is not easy for you to drink too much with your current cultivation level." The old man let go of the wooden cup in his hand, and the wooden cup flew back to the table steadily.
I wonder if I can control objects in my dream, and my curiosity makes Land Rover learn to let go.
"Dong" the wooden cup fell to the ground and rolled a few times. When he was going to pick up the wooden cup on the ground. The wooden cup flew up on its own, circled around the old man, and flew back to the wooden table.
"Old man, are these wooden cups of yours a magic weapon? Why can't I control these wooden cups in my dream?" This time I was in my dream, but the old man in front of me could do things that he couldn't even do. , it’s really curious.
The old man looked at the young man in front of him quietly: "This is my dream."
"No, this is obviously my dream."
"Your dream? Can you control it?"
The old man made a stroke with one hand, and the space was distorted. The original cabin disappeared, and Lu Rover found himself back to the moment of listening to music.
The old man in white clothes was still playing the music with abandon. Thousands of spiritual birds were still standing quietly on the red maple tree beside him. Even the Qingluan was still intoxicated by the music of the old man in white clothes.
"This..." Is everything that happened suddenly an illusion? Just as he stood up to find out.
Before he could stand up, the surrounding space twisted again, and everything returned to the cabin. He was still sitting on the wooden chair, and the old man opposite was still watching him quietly. Nothing happened?
Not a dream? He couldn't sit still any longer, so he jumped up from the wooden chair and shouted loudly: "Where is this place?"
At this time, the old man was still calm and calm, as indifferent as still water, and slowly replied: "This is the Valley of Dreams, you broke in by yourself."
