My apprentice is a little weird?

"Before I obtained the Illusionary Dream Scripture, I would review my memories every once in a while to prevent them from becoming blurred and gradually forgotten."

“Although those are beautiful, they are unchanging after all, and I know what I want, what I need, and what I want to accomplish.”

“Whenever I was unconsciously immersed in it, a thought would pop up to remind me that there was something unfinished. It was a wake-up call to urge me on.”

"It reminds me all the time not to get lost in comfort and enjoyment, and not to forget my original intention."

Jiang Yan seemed to be recalling and explaining something, his face calm.

"But Bai Shi's mother is already dead. I don't know what obsession he has that can urge him to complete it. Could it be to revive her mother? Or does he need to disguise himself as his mother?"

Shen Ming raised his eyes lazily: "Master~ All of you have overlooked what Bai Shi desires the most~"

Jiang Yan frowned and thought, but in the end he couldn't come up with anything.

"what?"

Shen Ming opened his eyes wide, his blue eyes were clear and moving, like the most dazzling sapphire~

"We thought a lot about it for his own good, but no one thought about letting him see it~"

Jiang Yan's brain suddenly became clear! His mind became clear in an instant, like a cloud of fog was cleared away!

"Yeah, how could I have forgotten this? In his world, he could see things at the beginning, but after that, his eyes were polluted by resentment and he became blind."

'The most despairing thing in life is the darkness in front of you and the dust in your heart...'

'Even if I can use my mind to replace my eyes, I will still have a certain obsession in my heart...'

After figuring this out, Jiang Yan couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth slightly.

If he were asked to find something familiar to Bai Shi to stimulate him, Jiang Yan would not be very good at it.

But just letting Bai Shi see the colorful world is too easy for Jiang Yan~

The Illusionary Dream Sutra, a technique that can perfectly manipulate dreams, is so appropriate and fitting for this~

Jiang Yan gently closed his eyes, and the spiritual energy floating around him began to slowly gather towards his fingertips and condense into a drop of crystal water. The structure inside the droplet also kept changing, and it began to emit a dreamlike and wonderful aura~

He slowly stretched out his hand, touched Bai Shi's forehead with his fingertips, and the water droplets slowly melted into it. Then he spoke in a gentle voice:

"White Shi, who longs for light, please go to sleep peacefully. I hope you can find the light that dispels the haze in your dreams. It will lead you through the fog and toward the other side full of hope~"

…………

tick...

tick~

In the midst of the darkness, there was a barely perceptible sound of dripping water? It seemed abrupt and awkward.

However, this weird ticking sound came and went quickly, appearing for only a moment before disappearing into the endless nothingness.

There is no length, no weight, no color, no standard to measure or describe.

Time seems to have lost its meaning here, and space is also blurred. There is no distinction between up and down, left and right, front and back, far and near, everything is chaotic and unknown.

A little boy curled up inside like this, closing his eyes and burying his head deeply between his legs, trying to isolate himself from the world, but for him being in it, doing so was more like deceiving himself.

He can't hide, let alone escape. He will always be here and can never leave.

He was just so quiet and silent, staying alone in this void, not knowing his age, not caring about the outside world, and no one came to "disturb" him...

After an unknown amount of time, the ticking sound came again, this time it was a little louder and a little closer to him...

But he still didn't respond, as if he was dead.

Then, the sound of water drops slowly disappeared again...

quiet……,

I do not know how long it has been.

Huhu~

A faint breeze blew in here, causing the corners of his clothes to dance gently and persistently, as if a stubborn child was grabbing him with his strong little hands and taking him away from here.

However... the boy remained indifferent and did not respond to any external stimuli, just like a truly dead person.

The breeze died down, and the place fell into silence again...

One breath... two breaths... or one moment... one day?

There is no concept of time here. It is the grave of all thoughts. Anyone with thinking here will be driven crazy.

"Hello, why are you squatting here alone?"

"Let's play together"

“It’s so lively here”

A noise gradually arose, gradually becoming clearer and clearer in his ears.

It was so pleasant and beautiful, but he only moved his fingers slightly! Then he returned to his peace again...

He ignored the noise around him as it continued.

As expected, the noise also gradually faded away, and those "little friends" also left with regret...

This place has once again returned to its original emptiness and silence, a terrifying silence...

The frown on the boy's face gradually relaxed, as if he had finally made it through this level. He relaxed and enjoyed his own "solitude". No one came to disturb him, and he was the only one there...

After a while, he completely lost his reaction and returned to his original state of deathly silence.

"Just let me stay like this..."

This thought flashed through his mind, but suddenly, a faint fragrance drifted into his nose, like the breeze blowing through the lush and dense flowers on the hillside when the sun rises in autumn.

His eyes suddenly twitched and his eyelids fluttered.

The fragrance gradually became clearer, mixed with the rustic scent of earth and the refreshing coolness of autumn, lingering around him.

At the same time, I heard bursts of clear and melodious bird calls and the sound of gurgling water, and the touch under my body changed from nothingness to wet grass.

There are noisy voices coming from afar, the feel of ants crawling on your legs and feet, and a breeze wrapped in the fragrance of flowers lingering around.

All of this was reminding him, urging him, making him slowly raise his head and rub it subconsciously.

Holding a handful of soil in the hand, there grows a chrysanthemum standing proudly, waving in the wind.

The boy held it slowly, carefully and gently in his palm, then lowered his head and put it to his nose.

That familiar scent broke into his world...

His eyes trembled, and at this moment everything around him actually made him feel a little yearning.

With a fierce struggle in my heart, I just stared blankly at the chrysanthemum in my hand for a long time...

The noise around him was still there, but he felt out of place and independent...

Finally, at a certain moment, he seemed to have made up his mind, his long eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly, and then he slowly opened his eyes~

In an instant, everything seemed to freeze!

The darkness that the boy expected did not appear, and a pure white chrysanthemum stood brightly in his hand.

The dark brown soil on the palm of your hand is also eye-catching.

"What is this? It's so beautiful..."