Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 823

Gongsun Mang looked at the two "flirting" as if out of his body. I don't know what Zhan Changfeng said later, which caused Gongsun Madam to cover her lips and smile, "Brother Feng, my son is stupid, I really trouble you .”

"You're stupid, you're really stunned." Mrs. Gongsun pushed Gongsun Mang to Zhan Changfeng's side, "Go and help Brother Feng clean up a guest room. Brother Feng, take a look at the scenery of our Thunder City."

"Huh? Oh."

Gongsun Mang led Zhan Changfeng through the Chaoshou verandah, and tidied up a room conscientiously. After finishing the work, she felt that something was wrong, and suddenly remembered that when she was chatting with the godmother, she mentioned several anecdotes that happened when she was "wandering" , After thinking about it carefully, he actually got a silly funny character in it!
The godmother was just laughing at him, no, she was laughing at him in the story.

Gongsun Mang wiped the porcelain pillow, smoothed the corners of the quilt, a little afraid to look back at Zhan Changfeng, regardless of family feuds, she has always been a perfect and tall existence in his heart, but that lie was sloppy Who is the "prodigal son" who was pinched? !
He recalled the scene of their conversation again, his ears that had just disappeared from the heat turned red again, squeezed his fingers, and said weakly, "Zhenjun, everything is packed, I'm leaving first."

"Hold on."

Gongsun Mang looked at the person on the grand teacher's chair, his skin tightened under her deep gaze, and all his miscellaneous thoughts were suppressed.

After losing his flirtatious appearance, he became an unreachable and dangerous person again. Gongsun Mang didn't dare to be careless, for fear that she would kill him here because of Xiaolijie's affairs, "What else can Zhenjun order?"

"How did you get here, and how long have you been here?"

"My companion and I were hunted down by evil spirits, accidentally broke into a cave, and came here as soon as we opened our eyes. It has been half a year."

"What about He Yuntian?"

Gongsun Mang raised his head in surprise, "How does Zhenjun know?"

"World No. 544, Class B, I have a mission to search for the captive monks. In this mission, the lives and deaths of you and him are unknown." Zhan Changfeng pondered. They obviously entered the one-time teleportation array. Array, is it fixed, or one-off?

Is there more than one teleportation array in that world?
And if it is a teleportation array, then this place is real, not false, but what about time?

Poor flow rate?

Who set up the teleportation array to send them here, and what is the purpose?
Zhan Changfeng couldn't get an answer for the time being, so he listened to Gongsun Mang's reply first, "Fellow Daoist Yuntian should have come in, but I haven't seen him, maybe he is hiding, he has always been relatively lonely."

"You stayed here for half a year, did you find any abnormalities, or exits."

abnormal?

Of course there was something abnormal. He was injured when he was hunted down by the evil spirits, and he passed out as soon as he fell into the cave. He opened his eyes in an alley, and there was still Mrs. Gongsun standing next to his blood smell.

In this strange world, there are actually his clansmen, and they seem to be some serious clansmen.

But this is not humane to outsiders, so Gongsun Mang picked up what he could say, and introduced the situation in this world.

It seems to be just a foreign world, except that there is no way to leave it, only to adapt to it.

Mortals make up the majority in this world, but these "mortals" are much stronger than the fragile mortals in the usual impression. There are many people with strange powers, and their physiques are particularly strong.

"The only strange thing is that we can't get out of this city. No matter how far we run, we will eventually come back here, just like a ghost hitting a wall."

"Can't get out?" This has some value.

Zhan Changfeng asked again, "Have you seen other evil slayers?"

"I've seen that they sometimes fight in the martial arts arena in the west of the city. Some of them have stayed here for too long and have settled down here to practice." These words revealed a lot of helplessness.

Zhan Changfeng laughed, and said casually, "It's not just a home, a monk, when will he clean the table, set up the stool and make the bed himself."

Gongsun Mang was embarrassed, this was exactly what he did when he entered the house, he blamed himself for having been a mortal for too long and formed this habit.

After sending Gongsun Mang away, Zhan Changfeng used the positioning compass to check the location of this place, but the compass was in chaos and he couldn't locate it.

What the hell is this place?
Sitting and thinking is not the case, she has to go outside to see.

This city is very splendid, and the four main roads that drive two carriages side by side intersect at one point. There are mountains in the city, water in the city, and towers and water pavilions. , there is nothing unbeautiful.

Looking at the environment, there is a street, but no shops, and there is a tree with white catkins growing beside the street. She is holding a small piece of white catkins, and a few fragments flashed inexplicably before her eyes. When she loosened her hand, the white catkins flew away .

She pinched another slice, blurry images flashed past one by one, too fast to catch.

Zhan Changfeng seemed to have thought of something, and immediately returned to the Wuyou Pavilion, entered the guest room prepared for him, touched the quilt, and tore off a corner, and it was indeed woven white wadding.

She tried to lie on the couch, cover the quilt, and fell asleep after a while, and had a dream.

Cultivators generally don't dream. Dreaming is nothing more than two situations. There are some feelings in the dark and others come to dream.

It was half dark when she woke up, but she felt a little bit of the current situation, and a word crossed in her mind, Dream Maker.

Dreammakers are between the Holy Spirit and the human race, and belong to the half-spirit category.

She has only seen a few records in the vast ancient books of the wilderness, which roughly say that it has two forms, human and dream spirit.

As a human being, I like to have fun and plant dream trees, and the dream trees produce flowers, and the flowers are like fluff, and weave them into dreams and send them to guests.

As a dream spirit, it is invisible and formless, using dreams as a medium, it can travel through the nine heavens and ten places, coming and going freely.

But it is also said in ancient books that the dream-making clan is a legend, and it has not appeared for tens of thousands of years.

If she hadn't touched the white catkins and covered the quilt, she wouldn't have thought of going to it.

The strange thing is that even if you don't notice this kind of thing for a while, you will definitely find out after a day or two. As a person who has lived here for half a year, why didn't Gongsun Mang tell her such an obvious abnormality?

Concealment is unlikely to be concealed, because it is not difficult to find, and there is no need to conceal it.

Unless he himself ignores or forgets about it.

It is unlikely that the monk's memory will be forgotten. Considering that his words and deeds are becoming more and more similar to mortals, could it be that he was covered with too many quilts and was affected by dreams?

Or, can the environment of this city confuse and control people, causing people to subconsciously ignore these dream trees?
Before it was completely dark, she went to the street again, and a night market appeared on the street, the lights were like a sea, and the beauty was like a dream.

Zhan Changfeng wandered along the flow of people, and unknowingly arrived at the west of the city. The aftermath of the battle was heard in front of him. Many people flocked to watch the excitement, and she also walked over.

It was a lake, and on the lake, there were two people standing opposite each other, watching the breath, they were evil slayers.

The cultivator who wields the sword holds the sword in front, and the light of the sword splits the space and stirs up thousands of waves. The swordsman splits the water with one sword. With the back pressure of the momentum, the [-] flying swords suspended behind him form an attack.

The water arrows fired separately spread across a wide range, and there was a sound of collapse of nearby buildings and exclamations from the crowd of onlookers.

After the bustle, she was looking for the two monks to find out the situation, when she suddenly felt that the space was frozen, the scene in front of her slowly changed, the collapsed wall stood up, and the water stains that had wet the blue bricks on the shore receded into the lake , everything returned to its original state, calm and peaceful.

No one was surprised.

(End of this chapter)