Quick Transcend's Strange Quest

The conversation with Wen Heng didn't last long, and Xi Zhou broke away from his dream.After the scene changed, seeing the young white tiger and the red cloud on his forehead leaping, Xi Zhou suddenly felt as if he had been in another world.

The white tiger cub raised its eyelids lazily, "You're back."

Xi Zhou responded and sat on the stone bench. "What happened to Wen Heng's dream and the white tiger in his dream?" Xi Zhou paused for a moment, then continued, "Don't tell me that everything is a coincidence, I don't believe it."

The white tiger cub didn't have the slightest problem with sitting on the boat, turned over and continued to bask in the sun, "It's not the right time yet, wait until you will understand naturally."

With the right words, Xi Zhou stopped entangled in this issue, and instead asked, "Can I see Wen Heng again except in my dreams?"

"Yes," the white cub replied, "but it will take a while for the body I condensed for you to take shape."

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"Master, are you feeling a little unwell recently, may I invite a doctor to come over and have a look?" the old servant said worriedly.

"No problem." Wen Heng raised his upper body lying on the desk, and squeezed his slightly numb arms, "What time is it now?"

"Yinshi, young master, you have already slept in the study all night. It's cold and easy to catch cold. I'll go and order the kitchen to cook a bowl of ginger soup."

Wen Heng nodded, "OK"

The old servant bowed and retreated, Wen Heng was the only one left in the cool study room, the sky outside was still dark, and only a candle on the table was flickering.

Wen Heng thought about the things in the dream, the person in the dream, a little depressed, and smiled wryly, can it really only be seen in dreams?

After drinking a bowl of ginger soup, the cold body that had soaked into it slowly warmed up. Wen Heng stretched his body and looked at the sky. It was time to go to the Imperial Academy. "Changing clothes for me."

Wen Heng is the number one scholar in this year's imperial examination, and his talents, appearance, and family background are all the best among the many students. During the palace examination, the current emperor once praised, "Zizheng has outstanding demeanor and a talent out of the crowd."

Zizheng is Wen Heng's word.

Although the current Holy Majesty is quite stupid in his foreign policy, he has the talent to see people, and there are really not many people who can get him a compliment.

"Zizheng has been different in recent days, but what happened?" asked a middle-aged man in official uniform.

"No, thank you Master Zhang for your concern." Wen Heng cupped his hands and said in a gentle manner.

Master Zhang smiled and shook his head, then went to check the classics in his hand.

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It has been more than a month since we met in the dream that day. Although Wen Heng went to bed early every day, he still couldn't enter the magical dream. Every time he woke up, he felt a little disappointed, and Xi Zhou's situation was similar. After waiting for a month and still not being able to see Wen Heng, he asked the system, but the answer he got was that the time had not yet come.Xi Zhou had no choice but to wait quietly.While waiting to enter Wen Heng's dream, observing Yi Jun's actions became the best way for him to entertain himself.

It has been more than three months since he entered Yi Jun's sea of ​​consciousness. Yi Jun's changes can be described as earth-shaking. At this time, he has become a small team leader because of his outstanding military exploits, and his particularly thin body has become his. synonymous, the military jokingly called him "the explosive little man."

Every time Yi Jun heard this description, she would grin and punch them, fighting with them.At the beginning, Yi Jun won less than he lost, but with many battle experiences, Yi Jun was enough to beat his opponent to the ground.

Just like now, Yi Jun pressed a muscular and rough man on the ground and beat him until he had no strength to fight back.

"I admit defeat!" The rough man shouted again and again.

Yi Jun stopped what she was doing, smiled brightly, stretched out her hand to the rough man, and pulled him up from the ground.

"You're as fierce as a cow now, and I don't know where you get so much strength for such a small person." The rough man rubbed his chest that was hurt by the beating, and laughed for a moment, "But you are really powerful, I admire you!" Already!"

Yi Jun patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Just accept it." After speaking, she turned to look at the surrounding soldiers, "Who else is coming?"

Everyone waved their hands together, "Boss, you are very powerful now, we dare not fight you anymore."

Just when their team was in a mess, a person ran over and said, "General Zuo is here."

General Zuo was eight feet long, with a hulking back and a hulking waist. Just looking at him from a distance, he could feel a fierce aura. Coupled with the scar on his face, it might have the effect of stopping a child from crying at night.Yi Jun took a closer look and found that although General Zuo was a bit scary, he was actually pretty good-looking, and if he wanted to be called handsome, he could make do with it.

Yi Jun yelled, and all the soldiers around gathered quickly, straightened their backs, and saluted General Zuo.

General Zuo stopped in front of Yi Jun, looked down at him, and frowned displeasedly, "Brother?"

Yi Jun's soldiers all shrank their necks, a little scared, but also a sense of anticipation to watch the excitement.They used to make fun of their boss a lot, but they were all beaten up with bruised noses and swollen faces. Now they dare to say that they are small, but they dare not mention things like brother lightly.I don't know if their leader dares to confront the fierce General Zuo.

Yi Jun and General Zuo were about a head taller, and when they stood together, Yi Jun looked like a petite porcelain doll, which seemed to shatter when poked.

To the disappointment of the watching soldiers, Yi Jun did not raise his fist to punch him this time, but smiled slightly, "General Zuo was joking."

General Zuo's tiger eyes glanced at Yi Jun's neck, but he didn't see a cinnabar mole, but a hideous scar that stretched to the collarbone, and said in a neutral tone, "It's too long. Weak."

Yi Jun laughed, "General Zuo was joking."

The same sentence came out with a different feeling, General Zuo finally met Yi Jun's eyes squarely.