Chapter 135 The Immortal's Way

On the night when Ruan Xiaobao presented his knife, Zhou Meng had a dream.

He took hundreds of brothers down the mountain and then went to a wilderness. At that time, the fog covering the sky and the sun was full of the fields, and he couldn't distinguish between east, west, north and south. Wherever the army went, he only heard his voice but did not see him. After a few miles in a hurry, he looked back. The army did not get out of the fog, as if it had returned to the same place. This time, it could destroy everyone. One by one, they screamed bitterly, sighed, and said that they couldn't see the ghost. No matter how big the fog was, why was it still in the fog after walking for several miles? If it went on like this, the army would have to be trapped in the fog.

As the commander of an army, Zhou Mengde naturally knows it. Judging from this situation, most of the army is lost, and it is useless to go any further. It's better to rest in place and make plans after you find out the way out.

But who should be sent to explore the way? Zhou Meng had to turn around and take a look. There was no one left or right. Even if he called his own soldiers to explore the way, he was not at ease. After thinking about it, Zhou Meng had to tell the left and right, "The generals will listen to the order. Now the fog is on the road, and he can't distinguish things. I am on his own initiative to explore the way. When he finds the way, he will come back and lead you. Road, all the generals will rest in place, and I will go."

Zhou Meng had to leave as soon as he said, urging the horse to break into the fog and gallop away.

I don't know how far I have walked over the mountains. I just feel that the world under the fog is boundless and vast. It seems that I can't find a way out in my whole life. What should I do?

After a few miles, he was sleepy and thirsty. Zhou Meng had to stop and listen to it. He was overjoyed. It turned out that he smelled the sound of water flowing beside him. After dis disenginging from the horse, he looked for the jingling running water and came to a river and reached out for a hand. The river was cold, just to quench his thirst.

A burst of cows and whales swallowed, and suddenly felt like a dry field of nectar, and the smoky voice was extinguished.

After drinking, fatigue hit, and Zhou Meng lay by the river and took a nap for a moment. Unexpectedly, as soon as his eyes were closed, a frost-like lightning cut through the fog, followed by a loud sound, and a thunder fell in the clear sky. The thunder was very loud, and it came very fast, which shocked that Maher Herod kept screamed. Fortunately, Zhou Meng had to be by his side, otherwise the war horse would have to run away.

"Don't panic, the horse has your general here, and the thunder is afraid of it."

Just as Zhou Meng was to appease the horse, his eyes suddenly lit up, the fog dissipated, and the scenery around him suddenly changed.

It turns out that this is a bamboo forest, and the water is a spring.

When Zhou Meng was spontaneously stunned, he saw an old man with a stick trembling and walking from the depths of the bamboo forest. Near the front and back, he handed the jasper-like stick to his left hand, raised his right finger, and a sheep intestine path flashed in the depths of the bamboo forest.

The secret table in the book: This old man with a stick is a master who has become an immortal. He is known as Lv Dongbin. He appeared today to point out Zhou Meng.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Meng was shocked and said to himself that this must be a fairy. How can I thank him? I quickly bow to the end and thanked him, "If the immortal is on the top, please accept the little worship"

Lv Dongbin smiled and nodded, "There must be a road in front of the car to the mountain. You can go down the mountain after crossing that path. Go to Yuncheng!"

"To Yuncheng?" Zhou Meng was puzzled. He was about to look up and ask why the immortals went to Yuncheng. Unexpectedly, Lv Dongbin had already turned into a green smoke and disappeared.

Only a loud voice echoes in the sky. "I will guide you today. I hope you can cut off your greed, love, and troubles. From then on, I converted to the right path and be kind-hearted. Remember that the general should take care of himself, and I will go!"

A pillow of sorghum dream woke up the people on the bed.

In a trance, Zhou Meng heard the chicken crow. After opening his eyes, he suddenly got up and sat by the bed and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. The moonlight of water leaked through the window on the floor of the house, and the cold light reflected on the four walls and sprinkled into Zhou Mengde's eyes.

A chill suddenly appeared in the thin quilt. This inexplicable chill hit his heart. The cold Zhou Meng had a chill. He quickly wrapped the quilt, got up and got out of bed, stepped to the window, looked at the bright moon from afar, and wrote a poem: 'Tonight, Jeju Moon, I only look alone in the account. I feel sorry for the children, but I don't remember Chang'an. The fragrant fog and clouds are wet, and the bright jade arms are cold. When will the double-light tear stains dry?

I don't know whether it's something in my heart or looking at the moon. Zhou Meng has to write a poem for the first time. It can be seen that his knowledge has greatly increased. He is no longer the grass king in the past. He has the demeanor of being a general. As soon as the opportunity comes, he can go down the mountain to capture tigers and leopards and make great achievements. It's not a matter of success and fame.

"That dream" Zhou Meng lowered his head and meditated, and said to himself, "Do you really want to go to Yuncheng? But in that case, it is equivalent to rebellion. Will the court give up? Will it mobilize a large army to encircle and suppress it? How should I deal with it? This matter is not small."

But on the other hand, the fairy in the dream said that if he wanted me to go to Yuncheng, it must have happened there. Otherwise, it doesn't make sense. You can't believe the fairy's words.

"It must be like this." After Zhou Meng figured it out, he suddenly felt cheerful. He lay on the window and raised his eyes and looked down at the mountain. He saw a flash of the dragonfly in the village, like the stars in the world. It was very beautiful. If he looked carefully, he could also see a number of figures walking around, as if he were playing with the catcher.

"You still don't go to bed so late, and you are in the mood to catch the flying Firefly"

After Zhou Meng had to yawn, she wiped her eyes. Then, the scenery at the foot of the mountain had completely changed. The flashing firelight was not a firefly but a pile of bonfires. There was a big pot on the bonfire that was boiling something. The fog over the cottage was almost a fairyland.

"What is this? When did I ask them to cook at night?"

With doubts, Zhou Meng shouted, "Come on, let me see which one doesn't have eyes open at night"

Outside the door.

Several soldiers were drowsy. Suddenly, they heard someone talking in the room. They immediately woke up and replied, "Master, wake up. Are you all right? Here is the medicine ordered the five masters to boil. I guess we will be fine if we take it for another day."

"Binto make medicine?" Zhou Meng was confused for a while. He walked out of the house in a few steps, opened the door and shouted, "Where did the five masters call him to see this master?"

The soldiers took the order, flew out of the cave, and ran to the snowy peak.