If trees have the ability to create dreams, every full moon, colorful grains of sand will emerge from under the tree roots. The grains of sand are as light as snow and can lull you into sleep.
Dreams are a fusion of reality and illusion. No matter humans, animals, or vegetation, they all have dreams.
When a person falls into a dream, he or she experiences joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, and may be able to relieve worries or have unlimited creativity. Ruo Mu dreamed also fell into a dream, and it was in the beautiful dream that nectar was released to assist the elves in their practice.
The Dream Spirit is the Holy Spirit born with dreams. It picks five kinds of dream sand, namely golden, purple, emerald green, snow white, and deep red, and blows them with its breath while puffing out its cheeks.
Wherever the dream sand falls, the contaminated creatures will fall into five kinds of dreams: sweet dreams, spring dreams, elephant dreams, daydreams and nightmares, enjoying the beauty that spans time and space.
Since Han Bing fell into silence, Yan Ci has been in mourning all day long. Walking, sitting or lying down, Han Bing's figure was everywhere in his eyes. The tenderness and sadness contained in those bright, watery eyes made it hard for him to separate.
That frown, smile, words and deeds haunted his heart all the time, and made him heartbroken.
When you are awake, you feel like you are at the end of the road, only to gradually forget it in your sleep.
For several nights in a row, Xiao Mengjiu would quietly blow a grain of dream sand on Yan Ci. Each vivid face appeared in the dream, and a familiar yet unfamiliar voice whispered in his ears, telling him to be strong and brave.
Yan Ci can no longer distinguish between reality and illusion, as if time has gone back, nothing has ever happened, and the people he cares about are still by his side.
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In the southwest corner, there is a vast sacred mountain that is steep and covered with clouds and fog.
Wushan!
According to legend, Yao Ji, the daughter of the Red Emperor, was extremely beautiful, gentle and virtuous. However, she was jealous of her beauty and died before getting married.
After her death, a wisp of her fragrant soul transformed into Yao grass, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon and receiving the rain from heaven and earth to cultivate her immortal body. She was known as the Wushan Goddess in the world.
The goddess's cultivation state is in line with the Tao, and she is the only cultivator in the Nirvana stage in this world. It is said that she turns into clouds at dawn and rain at dusk. She holds fairy medicine in her hand and can cure all diseases.
Xiao Mengjiu followed the instructions of the Elf King and led Yan Ci to travel thousands of miles, only arriving at the foot of Wushan Mountain in recent months.
The sacred mountain is high and far away, dotted with steep peaks, surrounded by mist and mist, making it look like a miracle.
Xiao Mengjiu was flying gracefully, and she couldn't hide her tired look from all the travels. She pouted and complained: "Wushan is really far away. This trip is day and night, but I am exhausted!"
Yan Ci wanted to laugh, but couldn't.
Xiao Mengjiu glanced at him and said, "It's not all the tears of lovesickness that you shed, it's not all the pain of lovesickness. If you want to cry, just howl a few times at the foot of the mountain, so that the goddess won't look at you later!"
Yan Ci asked: "Have you seen the goddess?"
Xiao Mengjiu curled her lips and said a little embarrassedly: "Well... I've dreamed about it."
After a short rest, the two of them got ready to go. Suddenly they heard a crunching sound, and four or five huge pumpkins rolled down from the mountain. After them, two rabbits, one white and one gray, were wearing short coats and holding on to the medicine hoe. He chased me happily with his footsteps.
Yan Ci was dumbfounded and sighed to himself that he met a monster as soon as he came to Wushan. There was a rabbit with such amazing spirituality in the world! This fairy palace is indeed very different from the world.
The two rabbits were mischievous and showed no fear when they saw strangers. Instead, they dropped their picks and came over to watch. The white rabbit's nose turned up and down, and she actually said: "Wow, little elf!"
Xiao Mengjiu was full of humor and said with a sweet smile: "Hey, little rabbit."
The gray rabbit was particularly naughty. He wrapped his left eye with a long and narrow leaf and pretended to be a one-eyed dragon. He jumped twice and asked, "What are you two doing here?"
Xiao Mengjiu said charmingly: "I came here to pay homage to the goddess."
Gray Rabbit stood up and said, "The goddess is not at home."
Xiao Mengjiu smiled and said, "Where have you been?"
The gray rabbit deliberately bent one ear and said seriously: "The trace is uncertain. It is either wandering around the world or wandering around."
Yan Ci asked anxiously: "When will you return?"
White Rabbit pouted and said, "Gray Rabbit lied to you."
Yan Ci said happily: "Really?"
White Rabbit was overjoyed and said: "It's fake, the goddess is really not here."
Seeing Yan Ci being fooled, Gray Rabbit laughed so hard that he fell down.
Yan Ci turned his head to look at Xiao Mengjiu and asked, "Do you want to eat braised demon rabbit meat?"
Xiao Mengjiu licked her lips and said, "Does it taste good?"
The white rabbit and the gray rabbit said in unison: "It doesn't taste good, it tastes terrible!"
Yan Ci showed his face and said: "It's full of fresh fragrance, fat but not greasy, I'm sure you'll be salivating."
Xiao Mengjiu licked her lips again, and the two rabbits said in succession: "Actually, the goddess is on the mountain. It was a lie just now."
Yan Ci shook his head and said, "Only ghosts believe it!"
White Rabbit picked up the medicine hoe and ran away. He looked back and said, "It's absolutely true. The Xingyun Palace where the goddess lives is on the goddess peak. Go quickly."
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Wushan is vast and mysterious, with clouds and mist reflecting each other, as if it were covered in colorful clothes.
Over the years, there have been only a handful of legends about goddesses, but every one of them has shocked the past and the present.
Yan Ci moved up with his sword in awe. Wherever he passed, he saw cliffs cut with swords and axes, and flowing springs and waterfalls.
Just when I was feeling relaxed and happy, I sensed a pulling force emerging out of thin air. As expected, there was a sky control restriction above the mountainside. It makes the monks who go back and forth like mortals, and they cannot see the goddess without going through the test of burning fire and gold.
Looking up at the edge of the deep stream of Shanyan, a steep and dangerous bluestone staircase winds up.
As he walked forward, the weight on his feet was heavy. He gritted his teeth and insisted on taking another step. His knees could not help but tremble.
Yan Ci took a breath of cold air. Based on this scene, it is hard to imagine how many years and months have passed since he climbed to the top of the mountain.
Xiao Mengjiu ignited a magical talisman, and the talisman's spiritual light flashed, shooting out a halo that enveloped the whole body.
As if he had just taken a tonic, clouds formed on the soles of the elf's feet, and his body moved swiftly against the wind. He climbed to about a hundred feet away before settling down to rest.
Yan Ci bravely climbed up step by step. He was filled with envy when he saw this. The little elf was carrying a rare treasure and climbing the mountain was effortless. He looked at himself in pity, full of pride and almost wanted to waste away on this narrow plank road.
The three armies can seize the commander, but an ordinary man cannot seize the will. The journey was full of ups and downs. He could walk very slowly, but he would never look back.
He continued to pour his magic power into his legs, cheered up a little, put aside his distracting thoughts and walked boldly, but unfortunately the roots still fell to the ground where he stepped.
Take a step forward with a roar, take a step forward with a roar, and sweat like beads quietly wet your clothes.
Yan Ci was like a native dog under the scorching sun, hanging out his tongue and panting endlessly.
The birds in the forest and the insects in the trees all came over and cheered for him with broken gongs and drums.
Fatigue had invaded his bone marrow. Yan Ci lay on the steps like a human skin rug to rest. Even the muscles supporting his teeth were sore.
After calming down for a while, he looked back and saw that he had walked more than ten steps while holding a cup of tea, and he almost spat out blood.
Xiao Meng held her chin up and stared, only thinking about her own thoughts, and was indifferent to Yan Ci's constant screaming.
The warm sunshine shines on the body, making people sleepy.
In my sleep, there was a pot full of braised rabbit meat. It was red and fragrant, dazzling and mouth-watering. After finishing one pot, I picked up another pot.
Xiao Mengjiu woke up with her thoughts still lingering, only to see Yan Ci's eyes blackened, his hands on his knees dangling more than ten feet away. Even the cows that had been plowing the land all day were much more energetic than him.
Xiao Mengjiu said without mercy: "My limbs are well developed, but they are a burden! Let's meet at the Goddess Peak." After saying that, he lit the magic talisman again and walked away.
The top of the mountain is far away, but the lonely figure on the ground beats a heart that will never give up.
Yan Cisheng swallowed several elixirs, regained some strength, and then gritted his teeth and moved forward bravely.
What if we endure the scorching sun, accompanied by the gentle breeze of the waning moon, and let the wind, rain, hunger, cold, and so on? When his shoes are torn, he walks barefoot, and when his clothes are torn, he goes into battle shirtless.
For three days and three nights, Yan Ci dined in the wind and rain without stopping. He tried his best to climb the last mountain step. The hunting wind blew wildly, and the top of Wushan Mountain, the Goddess Peak, floated on it.
The pagoda-like mountain is strangely beautiful, blooming with radiant light, with intricate stones and green pines in countless shapes, endless. In the meantime, monkeys are playing and cranes are singing, which is the spiritual realm of the fairy family.
The road leading to the Goddess Peak is lined with more than a hundred driftwood trees hanging sparsely on the edge of the cliff. The thick driftwood trees are like millstones, while the thin ones are like willow branches, slowly turning in the mountain wind.
Thorn forest! If you can't get past the thorny state, you have to go back to where you came from.
The cliff is more than a thousand feet high, steep and dangerous, with no clouds or mists below it, making it daunting.
The driftwood was unbearable and swaying when you stepped on it, as if you might fall to the bottom of the cliff at any time.
Just as Yan Ci's heart tightened, a heartbreaking pain came from his back. The place he was in suddenly turned into a world of thorns, with branches intertwined and wooden thorns running rampant throughout the space.
Rows of spikes were driven into his back, hanging him in the air. If he moved a little, his whole body would feel pain everywhere.
After finally finding a slightly smooth tree trunk to rest his feet on, Yan Ci slowly detached his back from the sharp thorns. Yan Ci breathed in the cool wind, which hurt so much that his teeth almost shattered.
The thorns ahead were denser, and he walked through the forest like a needle in every crack, scratching and bumping every step he took.
The pain in his flesh penetrated into his bones, forcing him to give up countless times. The thorn forest tore through the disguise deep in his soul, exposing the deep-buried fear nakedly to the blue sky and white sun.
The will to survive has been blurred, but I am still taking numb steps. I can't let go.
The wounds will eventually heal and the pain will fade away, but how can he bear the burden of the flood of longing? Dragging his tired body and walking alone, the beauty engraved in his heart became his only support.
The clothes were in tatters and the body was not intact. Fortunately, the edge of the thorn forest was already in sight, and Xiao Mengjiu's sweet smile was already in sight.
Stepping out of the forest, the mountain breeze ruffles your clothes, the grass sways at your feet, the fragrance is overwhelming, and you will finally see a rainbow after the wind and rain.
Looking back, the driftwood is still there, and the thorn forest seems to have never appeared, but the blood stains on the skin prove that this is by no means an illusion. Yan Ci stared blankly at the hundreds of floating trees scattered in the void, feeling as if he was in another world.
The Wushan Goddess does not seek fame and wealth, but her reputation has been immortalized for a long time. Even the Xingyun Palace where she lives is also famous all over the world.
In the past, I don’t know how many cultivators came here because they wanted to seek scriptures or seek friends from the Immortal Curtain. However, the guests from all over the world are not destined to be here, and they all come back defeated after a lot of troubles.
The visitor's words were unclear, but he only said that the sacred mountain was difficult to find and that no one was lucky enough to see the goddess. Over time, Wushan's miracles have become nothing more than legends, nothing more than a source of conversation for the world.
On the top of the Goddess Peak, the lazy atmosphere of the afternoon floated. A white tiger, a peacock, and a green wolf gathered together to watch the floating curtain in front of them.
Seeing Yan Ci walking calmly and leading the elf to the top of the mountain, Qinglang shrugged and said humanly: "It's not easy for this young man to see death as if he's gone home!"
The peacock shook its feather crest and continued: "I'm afraid what you want to ask for won't be easy either."
The white tiger yawned, walked out of the palace step by step, and said, "The common people and things have been taken away." The green wolf and the peacock looked at each other and smiled, and also walked out of the palace.
