i have a sword fairy

"Qing Jun...Qing Jun...Xiao Xiao..."

Zhao Rong muttered, his eyelids gradually drooping.

night, quiet.

……

Zhao Rong had a dream.

Still a lucid dream.

He was conscious and remembered everything before the dream.

Zhao Rong looked around.

Surprised.

This dream is not colorful, but it can be said to be bizarre.

Because, everything around is only black and white.

in the field of vision.

Except for the black pen and ink lines that outline the scenery, objects and people, everything else is pure white, like a brand new white paper.

Zhao Rong's thoughts changed.

Isn't this a landscape painting?

Well, in other words, he is now in a small dream world like a landscape painting.

There are only two elements that are contrasting and extremely simple.

And this is black and white.

The thickness and lightness of ink.

The shallowness and depth of white space.

A deeper dimension is formed, such as perspective, such as size, such as... movement and stillness.

Zhao Rong laughed.

Interesting, it turned out to follow the brushwork composition of landscape ink painting, this dream is interesting.

At this moment, he looked down at his body.

Palms, arms, stomachs, legs, etc., are all made of ink.

Without exception, Zhao Rong at this time is also an element that constitutes this strange world of landscape painting.

Just like when he was in the painting class, the little man under the brush of the burly painting teacher.

Zhao Rong immediately wanted to find a mirror to see his current appearance.

However, he soon discovered that even the lake water was left blank in landscape paintings, so how could he be seen.

Zhao Rong was still a little curious. After coughing twice, he touched himself.

Fortunately, everything that should be there seems to be there, but it seems to be smaller.

Well, it's self-touching.

The nose, eyes, and mouth all got smaller.

Zhao Rong studied for a while, and suddenly found that he seems to have changed back to the child when he was eight or nine years old.

I said how to become smaller...

At the same time, because of the landscape ink painting.

The senses of touch, vision, taste, smell, etc. seem to be redefined, which is another experience and taste.

After Zhao Rong studied it for a while, he no longer cared about these miscellaneous things.

After finally having an interesting lucid dream, everything came, no matter what, the wave will be over.

He began to explore in this strange dream world in novelty.

Zhao Rong likes lucid dreams very much, because according to his past experience, he can really do whatever he wants in dreams.

At this moment, Zhao Rong looked around.

He was found by a stream.

There is no sun in the sky, and no one knows where the light comes from, which clearly illuminates the entire world of landscape painting.

The south-returning wild geese in the distant sky, like two strokes on paper, are waving their wings.

The current location should be in the suburbs.

Because Zhao Rong is surrounded by lush black forests, dancing naturally in the wind.

Occasionally, some small animals made of ink appeared bouncingly, and then disappeared.

A vibrant atmosphere, although only black and white.

Zhao Rong thought for a while, opened his right palm, and in the next second, a writing brush suddenly appeared out of thin air.

He smiled lightly, sure enough.

It's just that some rules have to be explored slowly.

Zhao Rong grabbed the brush and drew an orchid boat lightly, which landed straight on the stream, splashing a splash of ink.

He boarded the blue boat, propped up a long pole, and walked across the water.

Follow the water to explore this dreamland.

As far as Zhao Rong knows, dreams are a kind of satisfaction of objective desires, a response to subconscious content... well, in human terms, you can have whatever you want, especially the things and people that you have been thinking about on weekdays.

Of course, there are deeper mysteries as well.

Zhao Rong looked around.

So, let's talk about whether Qing Jun and Xiao Xiao are in the dream, thinking about them every day, they should be there... Ahem, the husband who can do whatever he wants is here.

He rode the blue boat for a while.

The surroundings are still like wilderness.

The grass and trees are colorful.

Just when Zhao Rong was thinking about whether to outline a flying sword and fly with the sword.

The stream came right up to the corner rapids.

Zhao Rong braced the pole, and Lan Zhou crossed the corner safely.

The field of vision suddenly opened up.

In front of Zhao Rong's eyes, the land was flat and wide, and the houses were arranged very neatly, including fields, ponds, and fruit trees.

The paths in the fields extend in all directions, and the villagers come and go in the fields, farming and working.

There are old people sitting and resting with their canes leaning on them, while there are children playing and running around.

This pair of willows and flowers bright scene.

It's like a peach blossom garden, a pleasant pastoral scenery.

Zhao Rong was slightly puzzled.

These are all scenes that he has never seen before, and he has never dreamed about, so why do they still appear in his dreams.

Zhao Rong blinked.

Could it be that in his subconscious he still has the noble sentiments of retiring to the countryside and being indifferent to fame and fortune?

How could he not know.

But even if you have thought about retiring, you should dream of going to the Zhongnan Kingdom, um, another eighteen-bedroom concubine...

But what the hell are these strange scenery in front of me.

When the boat reached the shore, Zhao Rong disembarked and stepped into this lively countryside.

Unsurprisingly, the villagers in these villages were all doing their own things and ignored him.

As if Zhao Rong didn't exist, there was no reaction at all.

He observed the villagers drawn in ink.

The specific appearance and expression cannot be seen very clearly, only the facial lines outlined by these inks can roughly see some appearance features and expressions.

Zhao Rong touched his face.

Presumably he should be the same.

Zhao Rong sighed lightly, his handsome face was hidden again.

He looked at this weird village for a while, with a radius of tens of miles, it seemed that this was the only place where people lived.

This dream is a bit strange.

At this moment.

Zhao Rong's eyes that swept around suddenly paused, and stopped on a certain building in the middle of the village.

It was a building completely different from the modest houses in the village.

He thinks that it should appear in the Confucian Academy, the Imperial College at the foot of the mountain, or the private school of the scholarly family and wealthy family.

Because this is a well-organized, boxy school.

Rigorous and solemn, elegant and generous.

It doesn't match the idyllic style of the surrounding peach blossoms.

But it just happened.

Zhao Rong was very interested and raised his foot to observe.

On the way, sometimes some villagers he accidentally ran into would leave numbly as if nothing had happened to Zhao Rong.

Soon.

Zhao Rong walked around this strange school.

He couldn't help but smile.

This school looks tall, solid and rigorous, but there is no door for entering and exiting.

Just on the west side, a small casement was opened.

A school without doors?

Zhao Rong went to the west window and looked in.

The classroom is bright and bright, and there is an old master teaching a group of young children.

The old master couldn't see the specific face clearly, but he was tall and thin, with his hands behind his back, his head held high, and a ruler in his hand, patrolling the school, looking serious.

This posture and movement made Zhao Rong a little familiar, but he couldn't figure out where he had seen it.

But he definitely didn't know this old master.

As for these children, they are all about eight or nine years old, and there are about 20 of them.

The school seems to be in class.

The tall and thin old master was writing on the podium.

The children below seemed to be listening intently.

Like the villagers in the village outside, they were all doing their own work, and turned a deaf ear to a certain head popping out of the window.

Zhao Rong observed for a while, except that the school didn't match the style of the village, and the buildings had no doors, there seemed to be nothing strange about it.

No one paid him any attention as he dangled in front of the window.

Zhao Rong looked left and right, he had nothing to do, and carefully observed the children in the school who were about his age at this time.

But after looking around, I was a little disappointed.

Because there is no Qing Jun and Xiao Xiaoying.

He remembers Qing Jun's appearance when he was a child. As for Xiao Xiao... Well, it should be a little fluffy Firefox, jumping around on Qiantang Mountain.