Chapter 300

"Do you remember that when you were in Liujing, you asked Sima Fang to send me shrines and letters..."

"Fight, it was Sima Fang who robbed the shrine from the scout I sent. Go on."

"In that letter, you specifically mentioned the first husband in the world. At that time, I suspected that Mr. Yan was also an ally of Ershe, so I sneaked into his dream."

After a pause, An Bochen continued, "Mr. Yan went to the southern wilderness with the army when he was in his prime. After being scattered by the enemy, he met two snakes and dragon girls."

"Then?" Sima Jin frowned and asked.

An Bochen shook his head: "No, then. Hong Fu, it's not the first time I've come to the Southern Wilderness. Counting the time in my dream three years ago, this is the second time I've come to the Southern Wilderness.

Simajin was stunned and her eyebrows stretched out: "You mean... As early as that year, when you were dreaming in the southern wilderness, you were discovered by Wu Zong, so he knew that there was a man named Xiao Anzi in Liujing who could dream. After three years, he lured you to the southern wilderness and knew that you would enter the dream of a small official in advance, so he put this game?

"It should be like this." An Bochen nodded, looked strange, and added, "He knew that a person named An Bochen would dream."

"It's all the same... However, you told me before that the premise of the two dreamers meeting is that the dreams they enter can cross each other, just like you met the first Wang Feng that year. So, when you entered Yan Fuzi's dream, Wu Zong was also in someone's dream, and it was related to Yan Fuzi. That time he found you, but you didn't find him.

Sima Jin said in a deep voice, and then laughed: "Or his skills are far beyond our imagination. You can find that you travel through dreams through dreams. However, this is too unbelievable. The former is more likely. Whose dream did he enter... Is it her?"

Simajin was stunned and looked up at An Bochen.

"Impossible." An Bochen shook his head and said firmly, "Three years ago, Princess Yilong was not born. How could he enter the dragon girl's dream?" And Mr. Li and Zuo Xiang are both highly capable demons. Wu Zong is far away in the southern wilderness. How can they enter their dreams unconsciously?

"That's right. In this way, there is only one last possibility left." As Sima Jin spoke, his expression suddenly became complicated.

"What is it?" An Bochen asked.

"The time he dreamed was different from yours. Before Li Xuan ascended the throne at the end of Kaiping, he was earlier. He should have explored her dream before the dragon girl was reincarnated."

Simajin lowered her head and didn't seem to want An Bochen to see her expression at this time.

Hearing the words, An Bochen thought about it: "It's not impossible for you to say so. The time and place are different, but they can meet in the same dream. If so, then Wu Zong's ability is really good. No wonder I didn't find him.

"Yes, time and space are under his control... The magic of twisting time and space.

Under the cold moonlight, Simajin leaned on the teenager beside him without a trace and muttered to herself.

He looked down at the sky on the soles of his feet, and a trace of struggle flashed in Simajin's eyes.

She never thought that when she was no longer in a hurry to pursue the secrets of the fairy family and was no longer so eager to leave, she encountered a spell that could reverse time and space in the southern wilderness. Although it is a wandering technique limited to dreams, and I don't know the details, for her, it is enough to become a life-saving straw that is countless times stronger than Jiuchenjun that year.

"Hong Fu, why do you think he wants to explore the dream of the dragon girl? Is it possible that he also got involved in the situation of Liujing three years ago? There should be no..."

The more he thought about it, the more he felt like this. An Bochen sorted out his thoughts, but found that Sima Jin beside him was silent. He curled up and looked at the night sky blankly. Through her long hair, he could only see her drooping eyelids and the confusion rolling in her pupils.

An Bochen was stunned and became at a loss in an instant.

He never thought that such a helpless look would appear on Simajin's face. Although he saw her with a lonely face in Moyun Tower that year, most of the time she was still fearless.

This damn southern wilderness, just blame yourself. You have to turn good people into strangeness.

With a pain in his heart, An Bochen took the opportunity to take Simajin into his arms, but he didn't know what to say.

The moon star is rare, and the flying dragon is quietly floating in the sky. The starlight is dim, and the summer wind is scratching. The wild horse king is drowsy with his eyelids. Simajin, who is leaning on An Bochen's shoulder, has fallen asleep.

"Well, let's start at dawn."

An Bochen sat upright, whispered, looked up at the east, and quietly waited for the moment of dawn.

He put down his obsession with power, which does not mean that he has given up his strength. Once there is a chance, An Bochen will still enter the fairy mansion to devote himself to practice and strive to get together as soon as possible.

"What on earth do you want?"

In the dead of night, An Bochen was always quiet. Maybe it was because of Sima Jin, but more because of the man on Dongshan.

As Simajin said, he has such a strong ability, why do he have such a big circle? It's not only incredible, but even a little ridiculous.

The moonlight was cold, and the beautiful woman in her arms was like jade. Looking at Simajin, who was asleep, An Bochen couldn't help but feel a little ready to move.

It's not that she is moved, but she is curious about her true face and the memory in her dream.

But now that I have promised her, I can only endure it.

Smiling, An Bochen withdrew his eyes and held his breath. The night wind blew his long hair and flew behind his head. As the sky gradually turned gray, An Bochen's breath became deep and traceless.

......

"Papa..."

The sound of tapping echoed at the bottom of the river, and it sounded for a while. Fortunately, the bottom of the river was thousands of feet away from the river. Even if the sound at the bottom of the river was like a landslide, there would be no sound on the river.

In the Shenjun Mansion at the bottom of the Xijiang River, a middle-aged man in cloth held a bronze hammer and hit the iron nail on the frame. Compared with the frame, he was as small as an insect. An iron nail in front of the car was comparable to most of his body, let alone the frame itself.

This is the real flying dragon driver. It is thirty feet high and a hundred feet wide. Pang Ruoxing Palace. I don't know how powerful the auxiliary car obtained by An Bochen is.

"Flying across the sky, shuttle through the sun and the moon... Well, I don't know which one is faster than the legendary flying car.

Gently stroking his beard, Mr. Yi narrowed his eyes and glanced at his favorite driving with interest.

With decades of painstaking efforts, Mr. Yi collected these precious materials from all over the world without destroying the world's pattern and affecting the world's general trend. To this day, he has finally successfully built the main car driven by Feilong.

Mobei iron wood is the rut, the heart of the dragon whale in the East China Sea is the shell, the wind and thunder feathers are the wings, and the dragon ball is the rudder... Each of these 17 or 18 materials is only in the legend, which is as difficult as looking for a needle in a haystack, let alone gathering together.

In Mr. Yi's hand, there is a yellowed picture scroll. In the picture scroll is a huge monster, some like a crane, and some like a bat. When the wings unfold, it actually covers the fairy mountains in the sea. On the back of the strange bird, there are rolling mountains, flowing waterfalls in the mountains, green trees, and a magnificent palace on the top of the mountain. There seems to be Taoist people preaching scriptures in the palace.

The things painted in the volume are absurd, but they are lifelike and vivid, as if they were real.

Looking down at the picture scroll, Mr. Yi looked slightly dark and sighed to take back the picture scroll.

"It's hard to make a flying dragon to drive to the sky. Don't be delusional about this flying car... Although the flying dragon is small, it is enough to put it now.

With a long sigh, Mr. Yi jumped from the thirtieth-high car, and his body fell in mid-air. A pair of wind and thunder feathers suddenly unfolded on his back, like wings, making him fall to the ground safely.

Looking reluctantly at the dragon driving, Mr. Yi turned out of the yard and bypassed two or three corridors to the main hall.

There is a round table in the center of the main hall with a sand table. On the sand table is a high mountain, there is a temple on the mountain, and there are nine sinks in the temple.

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(The Southern Wilderness Volume is a turning point in the big plot. The first three volumes are all for this volume, and the foreshadowing is also buried. It may not be obvious and seems abrupt? In short, if you are not satisfied, you can point it out. This book can only be used as a practice. Only by criticizing more can you make progress. You are still welcome to the book review area to make comments.)