Chapter 17 Dream

"Isn't that too boring?" Jiang Chen laughed dumbly: "Actually, I enjoy it. Maybe uncle, I am not suitable for a quiet life. Isn't the girl unwilling to be lonely when she lives in Yichunlou?

He Hua also picked up a dried phoenix apricot, chewed it in the mouth of the cherry, and suddenly sighed: "When this phoenix apricot hung on the branch, it tasted sour and became sweet after being brewed dried fruit. However, if Fengxing knows that she would rather hang the dead shoots high than put them on the exquisite plate, right?

"We are a rude person and can't understand these words." Jiang Chen spit out the dried phoenix apricot and said rudely, "I only know that useful things are better than useless things. Is there a bird for the phoenix apricot on the tree? It's better to dry the fruit and get rid of the slander.

He Hua's body stiffened, held the table and sat down slowly. He went to light the clam shell lamp in the corner, but his hand shook a few times, but it was still not lit.

"In the prince's eyes, is it only something to hum?" Her secluded head, and the flower face was hidden in the dark place that the moon could not shine.

Jiang Chen said indifferently, "As a member of the ASEAN, why did the girl say such naive words? Who will look at useless things? You and I live in this cruel and ruthless world. Only by becoming useful can we show the value of life. You are useful to me, so I came to Yichunlou: I am useful to you, so you came to me. Because they are valuable, they use each other, don't they? He Hua looked at me in a daze, and her eyes became empty. She wanted to say something, but her lips kept shaking.

Jiang Chen was slightly stunned. Did his words stimulate this woman? Her family has been ruined for so many years, and she has been working hard in the ASEAN. She should have been like a sinking water. How can she be so frustrated?

"Miss He, I heard that you used to be the leader of the family, the beautiful daughter of heaven, and you have enjoyed all the glory and wealth since you were a child. But now it's not bad. Dongzhou, the Arctic Holy Land and Yunfu Island all want to woo your ASEAN, and your prestige is not inferior to the past. Jiang Chen gradually became a little impatient. In those years, he and she were generally young and ignorant, but now he is much better than her.

"Actually, I am very sincere and want to talk about some business with ASEAN. I wonder if the girl can introduce the senior management of your alliance for me? Jiang Chen took out his wish bag, shook out a lot of fragrant elixir, spread it all over the table, and the pearls and magic weapons made the room shine.

"I will never forget your benefits. What do you want? Even the secrets of famous families in Dongzhou and Zhongzhou are negotiable. I can double the price for the benefits given to you by ASEAN. After that, I can even arrange you to go to Yunfu Island to avoid disaster.

She stared at Jiang Chen, and he almost thought that she recognized who Jiang Chen was. For a long time, He Hua burst into a sharp laugh: "I want to be upside down. I want to go back to the past. I just want to be the useless daughter by the fragrant river. Can you give it to me? Can you?" She waved her sleeves and swept the elixir all over the table to the ground, and the jingling sound was even harsher in the silence.

Jiang Chen was unhappy and his voice became more and more fierce: "Are these complaints useless to you? I'm not interested either. I don't have time to go around with the girl, so I just have something to say. I want you to hand over the secret of the ground vein array, or help me contact the ASEAN senior management. If you can't do it"

"What if I can't do it?" She asked bleakly.

"Then don't blame me for destroying the flowers and gently pressing the table, and the hard mica table suddenly turned into powder and scattered." I'll give you a night's consideration. "I'll come to you and wait for your final reply." Jiang Chen bit the two words "last" heavily, and Mingyang arrived tomorrow morning. He didn't have much time to waste on her.

After a long silence, He Hua seemed to slowly get up with all her strength, and her voice seemed to float in the air: "My concubine understood. Well, when the concubine thinks of the terms of exchange, it will make you wish.

"Well, those who know the current affairs are Jie Jie.

If Miss He has any requirements at that time, just ask. People only have one life, and they must be rare. Jiang Chen looked at her delicate back and suddenly felt that it was like an old tree that was hit by lightning again, broken and collapsed, and burned ashes.

After thinking about her strange words and deeds, Jiang Chen began to feel a little inappropriate. The more he thought about it, the more wrong it became. Did she recognize herself?

At this time, Jiang Chen's mind suddenly felt, and the imprint buried in the Xiaoyou spiritual world changed. Jiang Chen had no time to think about He Hua, and the string of spirit climbed along the brand.

In an instant, Jiang Chen's string has reached into the dream pool.

The colorful bubbles are disillusioned in the dream pool, and the figure of the night ice is slowly transforming until it becomes a black bubble, swaying out of the dream pool and flying into the mysterious space.

Jiang Chen's string line is close to the black bubble like a shadow, gradually deepening along a like-like track.

The string lines also perceive that there are other dense and strange channels outside the orbit. Some are distinct, parallel isolated, and the color is as dull as phantoms; some are crisscrossed, shining, as if the stars and rivers are pouring down; some are as quiet as ice, as unchanged; some are as if they are bursting, and they are different from each finger. Together, it constitutes an unprecedented space, which is colorful and infinitely far-reaching. It seems to be a pure spiritual space, but the real body becomes an unnecessary burden.

This universe even exists independently of the north, or the cloud world is only one of its orbital connected interfaces. Facing this boundless spiritual ocean, Jiang Chen's string is like an inconspicuous drop of water, and the dream is just a string of blisters.

All the interests of conspiracy, all the entanglement, and love of people's affairs have become insignificant and even ridiculous in the face of this vastness.

If you can travel intoxicated, if you can go deep into those turbulent undercurrents, if you can go to its boundless places to have a look... Jiang Chen thought so, for the first time in his life, he had a feeling of love for heaven and earth.

On the way, from time to time, you can see the rising bubbles coming from somewhere unknown and disappearing to the end of the horizon.

Sometimes, Xiaoyou will come forward, like a swimming fish chasing shrimps, choose some bubbles to devour, and blend those colorful colors into the darkness little by little. Jiang Chen guessed that this was his way of practice. Although it looks easy and labor-saving, it actually has a lot of drawbacks. For example, some bubbles are ugly in shape, like swollen and smelly pus heads, moving left and right, obviously trying to avoid them, but those bubbles stick up and actively penetrate into the black bubbles, melting invisibly. Black bubbles will also expand violently and contract several times, as if they have indigestion.

At this time, Jiang Chen will really feel the trace of madness in the Xiaoyou spiritual world.

Of course, there are also a few very strange and profound color bubbles, which are difficult to swallow at all. Before they get close, they are shaken away by the power of the color bubbles.

I don't know how long it took, a bubble as bright as jade and gorgeous Shengxia appeared in the distance. It is like a dew that accidentally falls from a pure and beautiful fairyland, completely not belonging to the mortal world, dust-free, flawless, emitting brilliant brilliance.

Seeing it, even if Jiang Chen doesn't know the magic of Xiaoyou, he dares to conclude that it is the dream of Mingyang.

Only that person's dream will be so beautiful and mysterious.

Xiaoyou flew to it and circled around the dream of Mingyang. The black bubble slowly released a spiritual tentacle and reached in.

Jiang Chen looked in surprise as if the tentacles seemed to pass through a void of nothing, and nothing was touched. Mingyang's real dream seemed to exist at all. Jiang Chen quietly shot out the string line and found that the bubble had no rhythm at all.

Jiang Chen's heart sank, and everything is rhythmic. Unless Mingyang's real dream is hidden on another level here in some strange way, it will make him unable to perceive it, and Xiaoyou can't touch it either.

Although Jiang Chen's newly created one-yuan string line is magical, the use of Mingyang Zhenren's use of Yu has been amazing, and the difficulty of this battle with him is bound to be beyond Jiang Chen's imagination.

Xiaoyou was not in a hurry. The tentacles vibrated frequently around the bubbles. After a while, the Loujing of Mingyang seemed to return to this level, taking the initiative to open a gap and suck the tentacles in. Jiang Chen also followed the air.

Surrounded by green cliffs, streams, clouds floating, and flowers and trees. A quiet and wonderful scene unfolds in the field of view of the string line.

Is this the dream of a real person in Mingyang? This time, the string line clearly captures the rhythm of this world, which seems to be vibrant, but in fact the curtain is heavy. This is clearly a dream deliberately created by Mingyang Zhenren, not natural.

The string line gradually points to a rising peak opposite. The mountains are green, the clouds are entangled with vines, and a jade waterfall roars on the top of the mountain, hanging upside down to the sky in an incredible posture.

As soon as the string line touched the waterfall, it was washed away by countless paths of communication, straight or curved, or smooth or reverse, and was almost shaken away. Jiang Chen quickly withdrew back to the string line and lurked on Xiaoyou.

At the same moment, the snow-white waterfall turned into a real person standing on the top of the mountain in Mingyang, with flying clothes.

"I haven't seen you for many days, but the magic of the demon king has improved." Mingyang's real eyes magically looked at the xiaoyou.

Xiaoyou was slightly stunned and said indifferently, "It doesn't matter whether the lonely king has grown up or not. As long as the demon lord can go further, Xiaoyou will die and disappear, and there is nothing to be shaken."

Mingyang Zhenren smiled and slowly walked down Bifeng: "Yuntian's mana has become more and more refined these days. It is very likely that he will take the last step in the legend. It should be stimulated by the Lord of the Cloud World."

"What did you say?" Xiaoyou's face suddenly became ferocious, "The Lord of the Cloud World is Lord Yuntian. How can there be another one?" Mingyang said slowly, "But recently, there have been rumors in many places that Jiang Chen is the lord of the fate of the cloud world."

"That's just a rumor that Yunfu Island tried to shake our military heart and deliberately spread."

Xiaoyou said harshly, and the ice flowers involuntarily burst out of his whole body. The surrounding dreams froze in an instant, and the darkness flowed around like ink, dyeing the dream.

"Actually, you understand. I also understand, and Yuntian naturally understands. With the pace of Mingyang, the ice flowers in the dream melted one after another, and the black juice evaporated into a wisp of transparent airflow.

"Whether it is true or false, Mingyang is very interested in seeing the final result of the battle between the lord of the cloud world.

He looked up at the sky, and his eyes flashed with loneliness: "Let's see if this day is really taller than anyone else." Xiaoyou didn't say a word, and his expression became more and more gloomy. From his short words and deeds, Jiang Chen realized that the cooperation between the Lingyin School and the Arctic Holy Land was not intimate, and it was still mixed with secret struggles.

Jiang Chen secretly thought about it. Does Mingyang really expect Yuntian to take that step? If he is so stupid, I can only say that he is a self-masochist.

Xiaoyou was silent for a long time and said, "You are not here to watch the play. You still need to be in charge of the battle of Lancangjiang."

Jiang Chen was stunned. Isn't the commander of the demon army Yuntian? Why did he change to Mingyang Zhenren? It seems that the Lingyin faction has joined this battle, which is a fore.

Mingyang Zhenren said indifferently, "I am 30 miles away from Jinyan City and can enter the city at any time. After meeting with the people of ASEAN, they will rush to Lancang.

"Today is the full moon day. You have to travel as soon as possible, otherwise the news that the lord of the cloud world will leave alone will inevitably leak a sudden sneer. "These days, Jinyan City is not peaceful. The people of the furnace peak have just been washed away by blood." Then he told the story of Jiang Chen with added fuel and vinegar.

The news revealed by the two people was shocking, and Jiang Chen was almost dumbfounded. How important is this war to the Holy Land of the Arctic? At such a critical moment, Yuntian is not guarding the Lancang River? Xiaoyou mentioned the day of the full moon. Did Yuntian actually cross the sky and leave Dongzhou?

Where will he go? What else is more important than the Lancang River at present?

Jiang Chen's mind is full of doubts. While thinking hard, he took the opportunity of the two sides to talk to find out the string again, detect the dream of Mingyang real person, grasp a little vein of his spiritual world, and prepare for future battles.

The string line follows the rhythm of the surrounding scenery and continues to reach into the distant distance. This dream does not seem to be at the end of mountains and rivers. The vast peaks are continuous, and the clouds are vast. No matter where it is, it is beautiful and mysterious. After staying for a long time, I feel monotonous and rigid.

"Don't worry, the demon lord has been arranged, and all the demons will listen to your orders." Hearing Xiaoyou, he said, "When you arrive in Jinyan City, I will be foolproof if I hand over the tiger charm to you."

Mingyang Zhenren smiled: "You are full of confidence in Mingyang." Xiaoyou smiled gloomily: "I don't believe you, but we have already been in the same boat, and no one wants to jump into the water alone. Um, think of those dead famous leaders in Dongzhou, think about the fool Tuo Feng. If we shake out the things you have arranged, do you think you will be better?

Mingyang real person looked at Xiaoyou indifferently, but his eyes were calm but under heavy pressure, forcing Xiaoyou to take a step back.

"Although those Taoist friends died, they saved the whole Dongzhou from living creatures Tuxi." Mingyang's real voice was as clear as a knife. "This is the most correct choice. Mingyang has never regretted it."

Ye Liubing seemed to be ashamed of being forced to retreat and said with a strange smile: "You human beings are hypocritical. Obviously, you want us to turn the spearhead and fight with Luo Shengtian, and take the opportunity to cut off Jixiangtian's infiltration into you, but you speak righteously. If Tuobafeng's destruction island hadn't become stronger and stronger, endangering the status of Biluofu, he would have watched him die?

Mingyang Zhenren said coldly, "Don't bother the demon king for the housework in Dongzhou." Xiaoyou hummed, "I just want you not to be slippery in the Lancang River and treat my demons as a wrongdoer. And ASEAN, if you talk to them about any outcome, don't forget the covenant you made with the Demon Lord.

At this time, the string line has wandered around in the dream, and gradually found that all the rhythms came from somewhere, where the rhythms were particularly obscure and faintly revealing a trace of imperceptible vitality. Taking advantage of the two of them's quarrels and bad mood, the string resolutely pierced that point.

The string line trembles, and a gray void shows the field of vision.

This is a more empty place than a cemetery. There are no mountains, flowers and trees, no wind and clouds, and the dim gray tone is cold and dead, empty and lonely, almost climbing the whole space.

Only in the deepest part, there is a plaster pond, in which is full of snow-white and flawless lotus flowers.

Jiang Chen was stunned. Is this the real dream of Mingyang? After the string line oscillated around, it climbed straight to the snow lotus.

" Xiaoyou, you are so bold!" The angry shouts of Mingyang Zhenren came from afar. In an instant, the void roared, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the string line was instantly pink. Jiang Chen's thoughts and Xiaoyou were shaken out of Mingyang Zhenren's dream at the same time.

In the wing of Yichun Building, Jiang Chen hummed and slowly opened his eyes.

A few traces of blood slowly oozed out of his mouth and nose, and Jiang Chen's brain was almost blank, and the buzzing sound was endless.

The string line was shattered by the real person of Mingyang, directly affecting the demon fetus and divine consciousness, and even Jiang Chen's imprint buried in the Xiaoyou spiritual world was destroyed. However, thinking of pitting Xiaoyou fiercely, a little loss is not worth mentioning as an ant's wet firewood.

When the string line touched Xuelian, it was detected by Mingyang Zhenren, but he must have mistakenly thought it was Xiaoyou's hands and feet. Jiang Chen wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth and smiled. Can Mingyang's real person peep at his privacy casually? When he arrives in Jinyan City, he has to give Xiaoyou a little bitterness.

"That's not the dream that human beings should have." Wang Shu said abruptly that its voice was like a broken string, bright and dark, with great ups and downs. Jiang Chen has never seen it so gaffe.

"Are you explaining Yang Zhenren's dream?" Jiang Chen nodded with a nod. It is hard to imagine that a person's dream can be so desolate, empty, so cold that life is hopeless and death is boring.

Without that Xuelian, the dream would be a grave, which swallowed the sound color and buried all*.

"That's not a dream that human beings can make." Wang Shu repeated strangely. Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment and then heard something strange.

"That's not a monster's dream!"

"That kind of gray loneliness and emptiness is an artifact!"

Jiang Chen was stunned: "Are you kidding? Do you mean that the essence of Yang Zhenren is an artifact? He and you were one family 500 years ago?

"No, it has evolved! The shell is broken! It has changed--" Wang Shu said incoherently.

"I also think it's unlikely, but this is the only possible answer. Because his dream is almost exactly the same as the spiritual world of the artifact, except for Xuelian. Wang Shu was sadly, "Why can the bloodless and fleshless artifact take off the cold and warm body and practice like a man and a demon?"

Jiang Chen rolled his eyes and said, "His dream is empty, which at most shows that this small and boring, unlike the old life is more colorful and colorful."

"Because it has more snow lotus than us, it has evolved!" Wang Shu shouted excitedly, "For artifacts, especially my top artifacts, this is earth-shaking news!"