Legend of Dream God in a Little Dream

"Yeah." Mo Wan wiped his eyes and took the hand that Zeng Jun extended. "Everything has just begun." Mo Wan looked back at the place where Yi disappeared. Perhaps, that was his only failure.

The six people stepped on the cloth, and Zengjun opened the shield to fly the cloth. They quickly flew out of the mountains. After flying for nearly two minutes, a small town appeared visible to the naked eye, which meant that they had a place to sleep at night.

Zengjun stopped the cloth more than 300 meters outside the town, then took back the shielding cover and the cloth. At this moment, he faced the public as an ordinary person again.

Zengjun and his companions were walking on the way to the town. "Put away your weapons. We still have to try our best to appear in front of the crowd as ordinary people."

"I understand." Manli put the sword back into the ring.

The spear of Yu Se has always been kept in his ring, because he has no long-term weapon to use. At least the weapons he has now are just ordinary ones. These spears are equivalent to the spears in the training ground and are everywhere.

Manli walked beside Zengjun and said, "I couldn't help much this time. I still have to rely on you in the end. Otherwise, there is really nothing we can do about him."

Zeng Jun raised his lips slightly, "In fact, the one who really defeated him was Mo Wan. That barrier world actually has its strengths and weaknesses."

"What do you mean?" Manli asked, as if this was an insignificant detail.

"I dare not say that Yi's heart is completely filled with Mo Wan, but at least half of it is. Every time he talks about Mo Wan, he often wants to understand his emotions."

"So, did you take advantage of him, or did you take advantage of me?" Mo Wan came closer. She had the same feeling.

"It's not a matter of exploitation. Our goal is just to get rid of him, that's all," Zeng Jun said disdainfully.

This is indeed true. Discovering the enemy's weakness and using it to kill the enemy is indeed the wisest choice. At least, the cost is the lowest.

"But..." Mo Wan hesitated to speak. At this moment, she wanted to refute, but Zeng Jun was not wrong. However, in her heart, Mo Wan always felt that doing so was very unfair.

Zengjun walked on the road under the light of lanterns on the roadside. In fact, Zengjun knew that this was unfair to Yi, "But this is not a game, this is life, a game where losers are eliminated and only winners deserve to live, so there is no so-called morality to talk about."

In other words, only living people are qualified to discuss morality and immorality.

Mo Wan lowered his head and thought, "What Zengjun said is indeed correct, and I should only pursue his light and do what he wants to do, that's all."

"Brother Zeng, you are so strong," said Xiaosuo admiringly, "When can I be as strong as you?"

"To be honest, I don't really believe in hard training. I think what's more important is to rely on understanding. For example, why do you want to become stronger? What's your motivation? Ask yourself some questions like that." Zeng Jun slowly closed his right hand, "Then make a firm choice, and then take action."

"This is too difficult for me. I have never been willing to adapt since I was young," said Yusou awkwardly, scratching his head. At this time, Yusou also wanted to learn from this opportunity, because successful people would have some unique insights, and perhaps that was the key.

"It's okay." Zengjun opened his palm towards the entrance of the town, and then pointed his right index finger at the entrance of the town. "See? That entrance."

Yusuo looked in the direction Zengjun pointed and saw the town entrance, which was ordinary. "I saw it, but what does it mean? Is it the end?" Yusuo asked puzzledly.

"No, it means direction," Zeng Jun explained.

"direction?"

"Yes, direction. Only if you choose the right direction will your efforts be meaningful," Zengjun said with a smile, as if that was the conclusion he had drawn from the many losses he had suffered, and he was now conveying his experience meticulously.

"So what was your direction then and now?" Weiwei looked up at Zengjun and asked.

"As for the direction, it's a wide and long road. I'm walking on it, I can't see clearly what's behind me, I can't see clearly what's ahead of me, I don't even know if there's anyone else on the same road as me. To be precise, I'm also walking forward in the dark."

"Then why do you want to become stronger?" Weiwei didn't understand what Zengjun meant by direction, so she changed to ask the second question. This question was also what Weiwei cared about. After more than a hundred years, she was still the same as before, without much change.

Weiwei thought back to the past and always felt that she just lacked a reason to become stronger, but she still didn't understand that escaping from the castle could also be the reason why she wanted to become stronger.

Zengjun thought about this question for a while, "I just don't want to be bullied."

Bushe smiled after hearing this and said, "I thought it was some lofty ambition to uphold justice."

"Punish evil and encourage good? I haven't actually thought about this question much. I feel sad when I see life passing away, but gradually, I get used to this feeling, and I no longer feel sorry for the passing of a life." Zengjun was talking and had arrived at the town entrance.

As we walked into the town, we saw many people visiting the night market.

"It's a bit cold-blooded," Bushe expressed his opinion.

Zeng Jun sighed and said, "Yes, but what does it have to do with me?"

"Have you ever thought that one day you will save the world?" Mo Wan asked.

"I am not qualified to talk about the common people, and this world does not need me to save it. At least, I can't change anything at the moment," Zeng Jun said while looking at the laughing crowd, as if the common people really did not need him, Zeng Jun, to participate.

"What if, there comes a day like that, I mean, if..." Mo Wan asked Zeng Jun. Based on her understanding of Zeng Jun, Zeng Jun would definitely have compassion for all living beings. "But if the people who hurt him were all living beings, would Zeng Jun make the same choice?"

"You ask questions with answers. Don't you already have the answers? Then is the point of asking me just to confirm it again?" Zengjun continued to walk towards the town.

"I guess so," Mo Wan responded mischievously.

"Maybe..." Songjun said so casually that even he himself was not sure, 'Am I really qualified?'

But it doesn’t matter anymore. No one can predict the future. Perhaps today’s friends will become tomorrow’s enemies. Therefore, living in the present is more important than anything else.

"If that day comes, will I draw my sword and fight?" Zengjun asked himself as he walked.

However, after asking five inns, I finally found an inn with a vacant room.

Everyone walked into the inn and asked, "Boss, do you have a room?"

"Yes, there are four rooms left. How many do you want?" the shopkeeper asked.

Songjun put down two hundred-dollar bills and said, "I'll take both."

"Okay, okay, please come in." The shopkeeper took the money and handed four keys to Zengjun.

Zengjun took the key and went upstairs.

Arriving at the door of the room, Zengjun took out the other three keys and said, "Four rooms, six people, enough, but we have to share two rooms. I wonder if you guys mind."

"No, no," said Yusou as he picked up one of the keys.

Zengjun looked at the stupid looking flounder, "......"

Manli also picked up a key and said, "Although I usually like to sleep alone, we have known each other for a while, so I don't mind living together."

"I want to live in the same room with Zengjun," Weiwei said, leaning against Zengjun's legs.

"Me too," Mo Wan echoed.

"Me too," Bushe also said.

After hearing this, Songjun also had a bad feeling, "Can I sleep well tonight?"

Zengjun pulled Xisuo and said, "How about this, Xisuo and I will have one room, and the remaining three rooms will be shared among the four of you."

"Ah~?" 買瑟 was confused. "It's just what Zengge wanted, so I'll just do it reluctantly. I really didn't know you liked this."

Zengjun was also speechless, "What do you think of Yi's punch?"

"It hurts, what's wrong?" Facts have proven that he really can't adapt...

"There are more painful ones, do you want to try them?"

"Well, I don't think it's necessary." Yusuo finally understood Zengjun's idea of ​​giving him a snack.

"That's good." Zengjun took the key from Xisuo's hand and gave both keys to Bushue. "Get along well with each other. Tomorrow, we have to find the second one."

"Yeah, okay, good night." Bushe took the key.

"Good night." Zengjun opened the door, let Xisuo go in first and then he went in, then closed the door.

In the end, the fish was stingy and only one room was given to each.

A room in Bushel.

Weiwei, don't be sad.

A room full of pears.

Zengjun was lying on the bed.

Yusuo sat on the edge of the bed, cross-legged with his legs padded up, "Brother Zeng, I always feel like you're holding back."

"Hmm? Which aspect?"

"The reason why you became stronger is that I remember you were imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison for six years. The Heavenly Prison would greatly suppress your divine power."

"so what?"

"So, I have practiced six years longer than you. No, twelve years. I have been practicing since you entered. I have not even slept at night."

"So you find it weird?"

"Yes, I know that my limbs will be tied up inside, which means I can't practice anything. So, after being stuck for six years, you shouldn't be stronger than me. At least, you shouldn't be that much stronger. Did you study very hard before you went in?"

"Have you ever tried to explain this situation yourself?" Zengjun smiled. After all, what Yusuo said was true. Zengjun had indeed been in prison for six years. However, that did not mean that Zengjun had rested for six years.

"Yes"

"Talk about it"

"That is, what good treasure did you pick up and didn't tell us?"

"Actually not." Zengjun took off the two storage rings on his left ring finger and right index finger and handed them to Xisuo. "You can check it yourself. The answer is in them."

Yusuo took the storage ring and used his spiritual sense to check inside. There was no answer he wanted inside. Instead, there was a crooked pear. It was the one that Zengjun bought in the imperial city after he saw it in the desert.

Yusuo returned the storage ring to Zengjun.

Zeng Jun took it and asked, "Did you find the answer you were looking for?"

"No." Yusuo felt a little disappointed, because Zengjun really didn't hide any good treasures, which meant that all of Zengjun's strength was obtained by himself. "But I still don't understand why you can ignore me so much. I obviously work no less hard than you."

"Just doing it is useless, you have to understand why you do it." Zengjun touched his heart with his left hand, "Here is the root of everything. When you are in doubt, ask the spring breeze. If the spring breeze is silent, then follow your heart."