"The Master said: "Learn and practice it over time. Isn't it a pleasure to have friends from afar? A person who doesn't know and is not surprised is not a gentleman..."
The clear sound of reading came from the study, and the green righteousness gathered in the sky above the study.
"This... is Senior Brother's dream?" Chen Luo opened his eyes. The sun was shining brightly in front of him, with green mountains and clear lakes, a gentle breeze, the sound of books in his ears, and the chirping of birds. It was like a scene of a cultural holy land.
Chen Luo suddenly tilted his body, fell from a height, and fell to the ground. Only then did he realize that he was only seven or eight years old. He had appeared on a big tree at some point, and he had just fallen from the tree.
"Weird, it actually hurts a little." Chen Luo rubbed his butt.
"A Lang, you skipped school again!" A narrow voice sounded. Chen Luo turned around and saw a chubby boy running towards him, "Did you sleep in a tree again?"
Chen Luo looked at the fat boy in front of him and smiled apologetically: "I fell down just now, so I can't remember what happened. Are you..."
The little fat man was shocked: "I am Meng Hao, yes, yes, my master gave me a nickname two days ago, Haoran! You are Lang Fei, have you forgotten?"
"Meng Hao...ran?" Chen Luo was stunned for a moment, then noticed his name again, Lang Fei?
"Am I the incarnation of senior brother in a dream?" Chen Luo hesitated in his heart. At this time, Meng Hao put his hands on both sides of Chen Luo's head, shook it back and forth, and shouted: "A Lang, you are back as a soul. !”
Chen Luo hurriedly freed himself from Meng Hao's hands, woke up for a while, and said, "Don't make trouble, you shook everything I just remembered."
Meng Hao said nervously: "I told you not to sleep in trees a long time ago, but you didn't listen. Otherwise, please invite Master to take a look."
Chen Luo hesitated for a moment, intending to familiarize himself with this illusion before making any plans, so he waved his hand: "No, no, just tell me."
"How can that be done? What if my brain breaks?" Meng Hao said persistently, pulling up Chen Luo and running to the study. Chen Luo quickly grabbed Meng Hao.
"Meng Hao, what if Master finds out that there is something wrong with my head and doesn't let me study in the study?"
"Ah?" Meng Hao was stunned, "No way..."
"Why not? You are not a master!" Chen Luo said plausibly, "If you are really my friend, help me hide this matter, and then tell me everything I should know."
"Otherwise, he is a villain who betrays his friends!"
"I'm not!" the fat man Meng Hao defended. He hesitated for a moment, then looked at Chen Luo's resolute face and nodded, "Okay! I won't take you to find the Master. But you don't want to climb up there again in the future. Go to sleep in the tree."
"Okay!" Chen Luo agreed happily.
Meng Hao then pulled Chen Luo and ran to a shady place to tell him some basic information.
…
Listening to Meng Hao's narration, Chen Luo finally understood something about this dream.
In Meng Hao's description, there is no conflict between humans and barbarians, but a chaos between humans and demons. Demons came from outside the world and massacred the people. He and Meng Hao were both orphans in a massacre. They were rescued by Tu Lian, the mountain chief of the study here, and were brought back to the study to study and practice.
"Black lotus?" Chen Luo was a little suspicious. Could it be the black lotus transformed from the evil thoughts and murderous intentions of the barbarian god?
Chen Luo realized in his heart that the senior brother was the human form of the strange flower in the dream. He naturally also mastered the innate magical power of the dream. This time he must be fighting the barbarian god through dreams.
If the human race is destroyed, then the senior brother will lose; if the black lotus is destroyed, the senior brother will win.
"Then what can I do to help senior brother when I come here this time?" Chen Luo thought.
…
Manyuan.
Mastiff Lingling looked at the sleeping Chen Luo with a solemn expression.
At this time, Chen Luo's eyebrows were filled with blood, which was obviously affected by the magical power of the dream.
The magical power of dreams directly targets the soul. Is there really no problem for this little distinguished guest whose identity is unknown to just enter the battle between the souls of the Barbarian God and Lang Feixian?
The mastiff Lingling hesitated for a moment and took out a petal from his sunflower bone. Although the petal only had one petal, it gave off a delicate fragrance as soon as it was taken out.
These are the petals of the soul-fixing flower, which have the effect of fixing the soul. They were obtained in exchange for a large price. They were originally intended to be used in exchange for blood essence. Mastiff Lingling gritted her teeth, pinched open Chen Luo's mouth, and put the soul-fixing flower petals into Chen Luo's mouth.
"You have committed a crime... You must also remember this petal!" Mastiff Lingling said through gritted teeth.
…
In the blink of an eye, it has been several years in the dream.
In the blink of an eye, Chen Luo has grown into a young man. In Chen Luo's impression, the peach blossom behind the mountain bloomed ten times and withdrew ten times.
"Ten years!" Chen Luo sat on a big tree, holding a weed in his mouth, looking at the rising red sun on the horizon. This feeling was very strange, as if he had really been in a dream for ten years. Years seem to have passed in the blink of an eye, and ten years have passed without paying attention.
"I haven't left within ten miles of this place for ten years, so it's time to go out for a walk! It's time to look for the Qinglian that senior brother said!" Chen Luo stretched out and suddenly heard a shout: "Alang, go hunting!"
Meng Hao, who had also grown up, ran under the big tree, raised his head and shouted. At this time, Meng Hao had also grown into a strong young man, with an awe-inspiring look on his brows.
Chen Luo grinned, spit out the grass roots in his mouth, said "Okay" and was about to turn over and jump down. Suddenly, a cool feeling came to his mind, which made Chen Luo move and immediately fell from the tree. down.
"Ah Lang!" Meng Hao was startled, and with a wave of his hand, a breeze appeared out of thin air, supporting Chen Luo's figure and slowly landing on the ground.
"You are all at the Master level, how could you still fall from the tree!" Meng Hao stepped forward and complained.
Chen Luo felt the fragrance of flowers coming from his mouth. He raised his head and suddenly felt that Meng Hao in front of him was a little blurry. He turned his head and looked at the study in the distance, only to feel that the righteous blue clouds above the study suddenly became turbid. While Chen Luo was wondering, the sky suddenly darkened, as if a cover had covered the sky.
The day is turned upside down and the night falls.
At the same time, the green lake surrounding the study suddenly stirred up waves, and black lotus flowers appeared on the lake, as if an army of black lotus were surrounding the study. At the same time, black figures descended from the sky and landed on the study. within.
The bells and bells in the study rang at the same time, and a majestic voice spread——
"Black Lotus invades, all students, follow me and fight to the death!"
"Damn it! The Black Lotus Demon actually discovered the barrier of the study!" Meng Hao cursed and looked at Chen Luo: "Alang, let's go!"
Chen Luo nodded subconsciously, and was about to return to the study with Meng Haoran when he suddenly saw figures flying out of the study and heading straight for the green lake outside the study.
Meng Hao stepped forward and stopped a student in the study, and asked, "Where are you going, senior fellow?"
"The mountain chief has an order. There is a teleportation spirit hidden in the black lotus of Green Lake. The students in the study find the teleportation spirit and cut off the black lotus for foreign aid!"
With that said, the student ignored Meng Hao and headed straight for Green Lake.
Meng Hao glanced at Chen Luo, who frowned even more, but quickly gave Meng Haoran an answer: "Go to Green Lake!"
…
Outside, the mastiff spirit breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, Chen Luo's dark aura between his brows had begun to fade, and his face had relaxed a bit.
"Huh... I must have found a flaw." Mastiff Lingling murmured, "Don't make any more mistakes, I don't have the second soul-fixing flower petal!"
…
Dreamland.
Above the green lake, there were numerous figures at this moment, and no less than a hundred study students were shuttled among the black lotus above the green lake.
A student in charge of affairs saw Chen Luo and Meng Hao and quickly sent a message: "The black lotuses in front of you are all illusions. Use your spiritual sense to explore them and look for the real black lotus."
"If it's a fake black lotus, just mark it! If you find the real black lotus, report it to me quickly and I'll kill it!"
Meng Hao and Chen Luo nodded, flew into the lake, and floated above the water.
"A Lang, split up!" Meng Hao shouted and walked in the other direction. Chen Luo didn't stop and flew towards the depths of Green Lake.
Chen Luo passed by the black lotuses that were marked one after another, and finally came to the center of the lake. He looked around and identified an unmarked black lotus. He rushed forward, and a ray of spiritual consciousness came out and penetrated the black lotus. Among...
…
Chen Luo's eyes flashed, and he saw that the night turned into day again. He was currently suspended above a flat lake. Peach blossoms were in full bloom on the shore, and the flowers were fragrant for miles.
On the shore of Pinghu Lake, a small boat was about to set off. A scholar in green shirt was sitting on the bow of the boat, pouring and drinking in front of ten miles of peach blossoms.
"This is..." Chen Luo wanted to get closer, but found that no matter how he walked, he seemed to be stuck in the same place, and could only watch this scene from a distance.
Suddenly, there was singing from the shore, and then a clear voice sounded: "Brother Li, Wang is late!"
A middle-aged Confucian scholar came from the peach blossom forest, followed by a team of boys, carrying several wine jars, and the aroma of wine was overwhelming.
"Brother Li, but Mr. Wang didn't treat you well?" The middle-aged scholar bowed and saluted. The handsome scholar on the boat also stood up and saluted, and said with a smile: "Brother Wang is serious."
"The sky has entered my heart, so I have to set off for a walk in the wild sky to see if the wild sky is worthy of my eyes!"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled and said: "With the sky in mind and the barbarian plains in mind, it is indeed the style of banishing immortals. I have nothing to give to you, but these twenty jars of five-hundred-year-old peach blossom wine are still eye-catching. I have come here to practice it for Brother Qinglian." OK!"
"Hahahaha..." Li Qinglian laughed loudly, "Sending off with a good drink is one of the joys of life!"
"Qinglian is about to go on a boat,"
"Suddenly I heard singing on the shore."
"The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep,"
"Not as good as Wang Lun's gift to me!"
"Brother Wang, come on, come on, drink with me for ten thousand years!"
…
Chen Luo suddenly woke up from the black lotus illusion, with a look of confusion on his face.
Why did I see Li Qinglian among the black lotus?
Chen Luo hesitated and stamped the black lotus. Although he found another black lotus, he put his spiritual consciousness into it...
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