[Xue Xiao] Don't know dreams

The man in white appeared in the dream uninterruptedly. Apart from the sword dance, there were many trivial daily fragments.An elder with a fairy demeanor, a young man who has not lost his childishness, and a proud Taoist priest in black.

So, he understood that his dream belonged to the memory of the man in white.

He had no memory at all, he was addicted to the dream of memory, the past of the man in white poured into his mind, he woke up stupidly and then fell asleep dazedly.Going round and round, at least he was sure of one thing, the Taoist priest in black was in his dream, so he had a chance to find out the identity of the Taoist priest in black.

"Stardust...stardust..."

The distant call is from far to near.who?who?who?

"Master? Zichen?"

wrong!The child's cry changed into a slightly hoarse voice of a teenager, the only thing that remained unchanged was the purity and piety in his call.

"Daoist Stardust!"

When he woke up, he suddenly found that under the cold moonlight in the room, the Taoist priest in black was silently accompanying him.

"Zi Chen?"

The Taoist priest in black was shocked when he heard the words, and immediately regained his composure, and nodded.

"Are you Song Lan and Song Zichen? Could it be that I am..."

"You are Xiao Xingchen."

He is not peeping at other people's memories, his dreams are his past, and now he is just picking up the lost memory fragments.

He knew their acquaintance.

Xiao Xingchen followed Baoshan Sanren in the mountain life without any desires or desires. When he went hunting at night, he found an ancient weapon in the cave. On the way back, he met Song Lan.He hit it off with the cold, handsome and elegant Daoist Song at first sight, and they kept in touch with each other after returning to the mountain.

"Zichen, what happened to your face?"

In the memory of the dream, the Taoist priest in black has a handsome face, always accompanied by a lonely expression, an independent demeanor.

"I told you, we were all killed by that villain."

"the wicked?"

Xiao Xingchen remembered the man in the cave, but he couldn't find anything about him in his memory.

Song Lan was not wearing a bamboo hat at the moment, and her face wrapped in layers of bandages looked very strange under the moonlight.

He got up and took the initiative to remove the bandages in circles. His appearance was his taboo.

There was a deep sword wound on Song Lan's face, running through his eyes from left to right.

It is impossible for such a deep wound not to hurt the eyes, Xiao Xingchen caressed Song Lan's face in confusion.

It is no longer the appearance in memory, the face in front of him is extremely gloomy, like a ghost official.

Song Lan held his hand and guided his hand to slowly wipe off the top of his head.

The scars from the skull nails made Xiao Xingchen's fingertips tremble slightly.

Song Lan whispered in his ear, "So, you should hate him."

He already knew that he was Xiao Xingchen, and in his dream he no longer saw the man in white, he seemed to have become the man in white.

The situation in the sky changed suddenly, and the wind was raging. Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan played chess on the top of the mountain as usual.Looking at the thunder and evil spirit in the distance, I don't know why there is infinite anxiety and fear in my heart, because this evil spirit is not unfamiliar, it looks like an ancient weapon that he spent days and nights hard to seal!

Why did he seal that dagger?Why can't he remember at all?

Xiao Xingchen said: "I don't know who awakened Yin Sha's weapon."

Song Lan said in surprise, "Xingchen, could it be you..."

Does Song Lan know something?

Song Lan frowned and said, "Maybe I was worrying too much. Could it be the dagger you brought back from the cave?"

Sure enough, it was exactly the same as his idea.

Xiao Xingchen hesitated, "I have sealed that dagger, I don't know where it is..."

"Didn't you bring back that dagger to give to your friends after sealing it? For this reason, you have discussed with me many times how to study the seal."

"Friends..."

Xiao Xingchen was stunned.In his mind, besides Song Lan, are there other friends?Who would that be?

"This evil spirit is indeed very similar to that dagger, but it cannot be determined. Where is your friend?"

Xiao Xingchen was at a loss, stood up in a panic, and knocked over the chess box with a flick of his sleeves, scattering the chess pieces all over the floor.

As for that "friend", even searching in my mind was in vain.Sure enough, his memory was incomplete, it was left after all events related to "friends" were removed.

Soul Cleansing Pill!

Of course he knows the elixir of Sanren!

Xiao Xingchen went to find his master right away, so the uninitiated would naturally not tell Xiao Xingchen about Xue Yang.When the news came that the entire Chang family had been wiped out, Xiao Xingchen bid farewell to his master for fear that the ancient weapon related to him would run amok, and went down the mountain with Song Daochang, who was concerned about the safety of the world.

"Is that... villain still alive?"

Song Lan fed Xiao Xingchen porridge, but when she heard that Xiao Xingchen was thinking about her enemy, she frowned slightly.

"One more breath."

"I want to go out for a walk."

Song Lan helped Xiao Xingchen to go out. At dusk, when the setting sun was shining on the river, Xiao Xingchen was fascinated by looking at the crescent moon hidden in the corner of the sky.

"Maybe I'll find out tonight."

"Know what?"

"The reason for your injury, and me..."

Song Lan said calmly, "I said you would remember everything. Everything."

Xiao Xingchen turned to look at the cave where his enemy was, and Song Lan continued, "When you think about it, you can kill him yourself to take revenge."

Xiao Xingchen didn't answer the call.

He suddenly didn't want to sleep tonight.

Xiao Xingchen asked Song Lan to play chess, but Song Lan showed embarrassment, and said that it was getting late and there was no chessboard.

Xiao Xingchen drew a clear chessboard on the mud floor with his sword, and took advantage of the setting sun to find some small stones as chess pieces.

Song Lan had no choice but to accompany her, and only settled after careful consideration.

After a few rounds, Xiao Xingchen terminated the game.

"Zichen, your chess skills have regressed."

Although I didn't want to sleep, the dream still came as promised.

After Xiao Xingchen went down the mountain, he easily caught the culprit, but he escaped before he figured out how the dagger was in his hands.In order to avenge Xiao Xingchen, the murderer with a grudge bloodbathed Song Lan's Taoist temple and gouged out Song Lan's eyes.Xiao Xingchen was ashamed of his friend, so he gave Song Lan his eyes.

The dream after that was full of boundless darkness, and the gnawing pain constantly tormented his heart.

What's the use of losing your eyes?What is the compensation for so many lives?

He began to hear Song Lan's questioning often, and couldn't sleep well, and was oppressed by the heavy shackles to the point of suffocation.He thought that Song Lan was always by Xiao Xingchen's side at that time, but later found out that it was Xiao Xingchen's imagination.

Xiao Xingchen fled in a hurry, by chance, he was with A-Qing on the road, and by chance, he rescued a seriously injured boy.What he owed Song Zichen in this life will never be clear, he just wants to hide in Yicheng for the rest of his life, and use the night hunting without expecting anything in return to atone for his sins, and when his spiritual power is exhausted, he will be wiped out, leaving no trace in the world.

The dream was interrupted, and Xiao Xingchen's tears flowed down involuntarily. He rushed into Song Lan's room and knelt down in front of Song Lan.

Song Lan stood up and said, "It's not your fault."

"It's not my fault, but it's all because of me. I'm part of the blame."

Tears poured out, Xiao Xingchen was extremely surprised, didn't his eyes have already been given to Song Lan, why could he still see things, why could he still shed tears.

Song Lan stood up and said angrily, "There is a wronged person and a debtor. Since you have already thought of everything, why don't we kill him now!"

"No!" Xiao Xingchen flatly refused, "I... I didn't think of everything, so much happened, how did you find me again?"

"After I was rescued by your master, I looked for you everywhere, and finally met Miss A-Qing in Yicheng."

"Then my eyes..."

"I tried to find someone to cure it for you, so we can be together again, playing chess and reading books like before. It has been too long since no one has played chess with me, and my chess skills are not as good as you said before."

While talking, Song Lan pulled Xiao Xingchen up, noticed that his whole body was stiff, and embraced him.

"You met A-Qing, where is A-Qing? Also, did you see the boy who lived with us in Yicheng?"

Song Lan hugged his arm tightly, and said, "A-Qing is gone, that boy... which boy? No boy lives with you."

Xiao Xingchen looked puzzled.

"Why don't you sleep here tonight."

Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan squeezed together on the same bed.

Ever since the day Song Lan took the initiative to remove the bandage, he never concealed the injury on his face in front of Xiao Xingchen.

Unable to fall asleep again, Xiao Xingchen silently stared at Song Lan's sleeping face.

Obviously he killed Song Lan, but he still insisted on never leaving. They were tortured by fate and suffered a lot, and now they are still together, as if they were rebelling against the heavens.

"what--"

The dream that occurred at an unknown time was shrouded in darkness, and the memory was filled with horror.

"Xiao Xingchen, what's wrong?" Song Lan who was beside him asked anxiously.

From that day on they lived together in one house, and the other room was vacant.

"I dreamed that you were killed, and I did it! That young man recovering from his wounds is Xue Yang who slaughtered your Taoist temple!"

"You calm down!"

"How can I calm down?" Xiao Xingchen trembled, "I dreamed that I committed suicide!"

Song Lan said loudly, "This is impossible!"

Xiao Xingchen hugged his head in pain and wept.

Song Lan comforted, "Tonight's dream is not your memory, it's just a simple dream. I was cured by your master, and then I found you in Yicheng, it's that simple."

"But... the previous dreams are all my memories, without exception..."

Song Lan held Xiao Xingchen's face in his hands, gently wiped away his tears, and said, "Look, aren't we all alive now?"

Xiao Xingchen's hand caressed the sword wounds on Song Lan's eyes, and Song Lan hugged him tightly.

Hearing Song Lan's heartbeat and confirming that Song Lan was really alive, Xiao Xingchen heaved a sigh of relief.

"What about Xue Yang? Why did he become like that?"

"He has been injured by me, not only his body, but also his soul has been severely injured."

"Will he still wake up?"

"God knows." Song Lan said disdainfully, "For a person like him who is full of evil, do you still expect him to wake up?"

The dream seems to have come to an end.

Xiao Xingchen holds Shuanghua in his hand, and he has roughly recalled his sword skills. After days of diligent practice, he is quite the same as he was back then.

Today, his sword moves are very chaotic, and so is his heart.

His memories were intricate and not as simple as what Song Lan said. While he was dancing his sword, he was sorting out the countless threads in his mind.

Xiao Xingchen noticed Song Lan's gaze, stopped his sword, and asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

"It's my plan to live in seclusion here with you."

"Do you remember your original ambition?"

Song Lan was startled, and replied, "Let's eliminate demons and evil together."

Xiao Xingchen's eyes flickered: "Tonight we're going night hunting. It's the same as back then."

Song Lan wrapped the bandages again and put on the bamboo hat.Wearing stars and wearing moons, they traveled a long distance and found a large land of evil spirits full of yin and qi.

Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan met several disciples from aristocratic families who were trapped here.They are not very old, and they are in groups of three or four, dressed in the attire of various sects.They strayed into an area with a large number of walking corpses, and they were obviously exhausted.

Shuanghua and Fuxue drew dazzling arcs of light in the night sky.

"Look! Could it be..."

There were whispers before, a large group of walking corpses fell to the ground, and the irritable teenagers couldn't help shouting.

Among the various sects, a young man wearing a forehead wipe came forward.

"Thank you two seniors for saving me!"

Song Lan said coldly: "It just happened to be passing by. It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. You should leave as soon as possible."

Xiao Xingchen asked, "Are you from the Lan family?"

The young man nodded.

Xiao Xingchen continued to ask: "Which aristocratic sect is the leader in cultivation now?"

The young man counted them one by one with his fingers.

The young man who was only as tall as the young man's chest suddenly poked his head out from behind him and muttered: "Brother Si Zhui, are they the characters in the story you told?"

"No," the young man replied softly in embarrassment, "it's just very similar."

Unexpectedly, the young man wearing the same forehead is still chattering: "Mingyue Qingfeng Xiao Xingchen, Aoxue Lingshuang Song Zichen... the legendary two priests, one black and one white, are they really not them?"

Xiao Xingchen cast a puzzled look.

Years later, their traces are nowhere to be found, but their stories are still widely told.

The young man cupped his fists and saluted: "Senior, I laughed. The demeanor of the two of you really makes us miss them."

"It's okay," Xiao Xingchen said calmly, "How do you know that we are very similar to those two priests?"

Song Lan was defending against another round of attacks from walking corpses not far away together with older disciples from other sects.

His moves are quite fierce, suitable for fighting alone.When cooperating with Xiao Xingchen, he deliberately lowered his aura. Now that he is facing the enemy with others, he can only rush to the front and slash recklessly, because his sword moves don't know how to coordinate.

The young man replied: "Because I had the honor to meet one of the priests at that time."

"Oh? I'd like to hear about it."

"What I saw was the dead Daoist Song. At that time, Daoist Xiao had passed away. Daoist Song was turned into a walking corpse. Fortunately, he regained consciousness, took back the spirit lock bag containing the soul of Daoist Xiao, and left. When I saw you Thinking of the two Taoist priests, especially the figure of the black-clothed Taoist priest is very similar to Song Taoist priest, but Taoist priest has already known... How can such a strange thing happen in the world?"

The young man hiding behind the young man lost interest when he heard that he was not a character in the legend.

A gust of wind blew past, and a spirit dog stood out in front of it. Beside the spirit dog, a young man with cinnabar between his brows was glaring at him.

When the young people from the Lan family saw this visitor, they couldn't help but raise the corners of their mouths, and a smile slipped into their eyes, but they were confronted with a biting arrogance.

"What are you dawdling about?"

The young people from the Lan family smiled unabated, and stepped forward to draw their swords. Behind them were young people from various families, and they treated them equally and firmly included them in the guard circle.

Xiao Xingchen chased after him and pointed at his sword. Shuanghua poured spiritual power into the guard circle continuously. He asked in a low voice, "Then do you know Xue Yang's whereabouts?"