Peach wood

He was dreaming again, it was a dream in the literal sense, it was not used to describe the whimsical "dream", he was not good at imagination, even what he saw and felt in the dream was everything he had already experienced.

Dreams are strange things, they can be warm or bleak, they can be joyful or sad, they have thousands of faces, but behind these thousand appearances are all chaotic and illogical Nature.

His dreams were also chaotic, so he could clearly know that he was dreaming, but he just couldn't wake up, and was trapped in place by the so-called "ghost press".He ate and lived with all kinds of ghosts in the underworld for 800 years. He got along day and night and faced each other day and night. He never felt how scary they were. Hold him, surround him with real terror, it grabs him tightly and refuses to let go, trying to drag him into the abyss.

What did he dream about tonight?What will he dream about?

He opened his eyes, and there was blood all over the ground in front of him. The scorching sun made the small lake sparkle and red, like a dazzling gemstone. The girl's distorted corpse lay in it, and the surrounding was silent, and the silence was shocking.His mind was full of chaos, he hugged the girl who was connected with his blood, gently patted her face, and called her name, but she would never wake up.

The screen turns in a hurry, spanning several hours unreasonably, jumping from day to night in an instant, the wind from the mass graves is blowing, phosphorescent fires are lit up on graves of all sizes, and the sound of night birds fluttering is mixed with the low sounds of wild animals. A howl sounded not far behind him.He didn't look back, letting the bloodthirsty eyes gradually approach.The burning fire in front of the new grave illuminated his cheeks, and an invisible blunt knife was slowly slicing open his heart. He was so sad that he couldn't shed a single tear, and just stared blankly at the scene. Low mounds.

In this world, there are as many people who have been mutilated to the point of death, and there are not a few who have been thrown into the wilderness without a place to bury them. After death, no one worships or cherishes them, it is even more immeasurable... But this does not mean that there are A piece of burial ground is considered lucky, what kind of luck is this?They are all dead, so why bother about a coffin or a grave?

Doing too many things is not as good as letting her come alive, let her come alive.

The sword on his back trembled, giving him a bit of warmth in the vast night.He suddenly recalled how the sword got into his hands. He was still a child that year, and now she who is sleeping in the ground is just a younger child. It was at that time that he met the immortal prematurely.

The majesty of the emperor and the tenderness like water are perfectly blended in that female fairy. He still remembers the fairy's admiring gaze and the hand stroking the top of his head.The other party praised him perfectly, saying that he has the ability to save the world, has the courage to go forward, has blood that is not cold for frost, and has clear eyes-but he knows that it is just an appearance, and what is carved in his bones is cowardice , is lazy, is too idealistic and naive, he is not as good as she said, he is just a mortal.

But he didn't open his mouth to say what was in his heart. He still got the sword of the immortal. This sword is indeed a treasure. The sword has never been allowed to play the role it should have.

"Going against the sky" in the mouth of that female fairy, can he do it in this life?

What is the way of heaven?What is the way of heaven?Does Heaven really exist?

A flash of lightning pierced the night sky, thunder rolled, and big raindrops fell, pattering on the back of his hands. Night crows and beasts ran and howled. In the precarious wind and rain, he suddenly realized the meaning of "the way of heaven".

The rotation of the sun and the moon, and the rush of rivers and rivers have their own set of laws; the prosperity of all things, the survival of life and death, the change of dynasties, and the decline of aristocratic families all have rules to follow.But outside the inherent rules, all the "sides and ends" are created by the living.

Walk against the sky, come back from the dead...and try with this sword?

The moonlight gradually dimmed, and the gate of Hades burst open. The Immortal Sword was so extraordinary that the ghosts along the way all ran away in a hurry when they saw him.He frowned in his dream, this was the scene 800 years ago again, he watched those images flickering in front of his eyes indifferently - the destroyed bridge of Naihe, the river of Styx flowing still, life and death turned into shredded paper Book, Ghost Messenger and Mingjun.

Mingjun is his old acquaintance, they met once when they were in the world, and they have told Mingjun's fortune, it's really embarrassing to say that.

It was fate that his younger sister died at the hands of the same family as Mingjun.

I don't know if this old acquaintance would like to make it easier for him to bring his sister back?

Back then, Mingjun had a pretty good temper and was easy to talk. He didn't have to make much effort to persuade the other party to help him, but when the ghost messenger wanted to take him to find the girl, he hesitated, he was afraid.

The appearance of her before she died was enough to make him unforgettable. He felt a burst of fear seized his heart, and the cold spread to his limbs. He had never been so flustered. He began to worry whether his sister was still the lively and lovely little girl.

What face did he have to meet her?He felt ashamed in his heart, it was he who failed to protect his younger sister, causing her to lose her life for no reason.

So he didn't follow, just watched the ghost go away.

If she doesn't want to live again, then I will send her away.He thought so.

Fortunately, my younger sister is still as clever as ever, with big watery eyes hiding the vast sea of ​​stars and the boundless sky.He sat at the table and wiped the lamp brought from the human world, which was where his sister lived from now on.

Mingjun has a lot of things to do every day, and he is really as tired as the emperor in the world. I wonder if this former prime minister is now glad that he is the lord of the underworld, or is he nostalgic for his past career as a prime minister?

The Ghost Envoy is a little more relaxed than the Underworld Lord, which is no wonder, the latter was restless during his lifetime, and after his death he served in the Hades, but continued his life as a human being.

He looked up at the ghost.Mr. Mingjun is busy with himself, but he sent his subordinates to stare at him. What kind of intentions did he have?

"Master Ming was also killed by someone." The ghost messenger also looked at him, ready to talk about the cause of death of his immediate superior.

If you speak so loudly, aren't you afraid that the ghost next door will hear you?He withdrew his gaze and continued to wipe the lamp in his hand: "Aren't there still a few people who have become ghosts under human hands?"

The ghost envoy shook his head: "Mingjun asked me to ask you, do you want to return to the human world?"

The movements of his subordinates froze. He really didn't think about whether he would return to the human world. It stands to reason that he shouldn't want to go back. What's so good about the human world?Intrigues and intrigues made him extremely disgusted, but he was born to miss some warmth in the short journey, the smell of wild flowers by the stone bridge passing by, people hawking caramel at the corner of the long street, the big yellow dog in the shade of the tree and him. Sleeping lazily together, the most ordinary places often have sunshine.

"Maybe, maybe..." He said with a smile, "Maybe I will go back one day?"

In his dream, he recalled the past day after day, and watched the past year after year, the entangled past, the failed past, and the contradictory past.When will this dream end?Why can't I wake up?

His vision was blurred into mist, the sun and the moon twisted into spirals, the ever-burning lamp turned into smoke and dust, and the flames dissipated at his fingertips like quicksand. When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was sparkling water, seaweed growing wantonly, and swimming fish passing through it. Coming and going like a weaving shuttle—where is this?

"Shu Huai." He heard someone whispering his name, he blinked vigorously, and finally saw who was beside him. 800 years have passed, and he came to the world again, and this time should be the occasion for the Little Demon King.

Thinking during the day, dreaming at night?Is it because he was thinking about Mo Yun before going to sleep, that's why the other party fell into a dream?

In this new dream, when will he wake up?

Mo Yun was still calling Shu Huai's name. The latter had a bad complexion and his eyes were out of focus. Maybe it was the negative impact of forcibly suppressing the demon tree, or maybe it was because of his anxiety that caused him to have nightmares. Anyway, Mo Yun could feel it. It turns out that he didn't sleep well.

Shuhuai thought he was sleeping, and those who encountered the "ghost pressing on the bed" could clearly know that they were dreaming in their dreams, but when they really woke up from the dream, they couldn't distinguish between fantasy and reality. He looked at Mo Yun , actually regarded the other party as an existence in his own mind.

Since it's fake, then don't worry about it, but he still stretched out his arms and dragged Mo Yun back to the bed for a gentle hug.He attached to the other side's ear and whispered, "I'm here."

He didn't get an answer, which was expected, how could the illusory phantom answer his words?He felt extremely tired, his eyelids seemed to be heavy, so he closed his eyes in a drowsy state, leaned against the little demon king's arms and lost consciousness.

Mo Yun stretched out his hand cautiously and placed it on Shuhuai's forehead, feeling that his hands were not hot.The other party obviously didn't have a fever. From this point of view, he must be too tired during the day and the pressure in his heart was too great, so he couldn't sleep well even if asked.

It was just dawn, and it was far from the time when Shuhuai should wake up. Mo Yun felt a little funny. When did he know when this person should wake up and when he should sleep?Could it be that the unusual work and rest time is too special to impress others?

But Changqing and Shuhuai had known each other for a longer time, but they didn't know about it at all.

Is it because of his special schedule, or because of his special status in someone's heart?

After living for more than two hundred years, the Little Demon King finally began to think about such practical issues.

In the treasure hall, with the beauty by your side, this is the legendary day of the gods.The little demon king is living such a life now, he is holding the book in a daze, countless distracting thoughts frantically flashed through his mind, at this moment, he suddenly noticed the person in his arms moving, looked down, but saw " Beauty" eyelashes trembled slightly, she was about to wake up.

In order to prevent Shuhuai from venting his anger on himself, Mo Yun quickly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.This trick really worked, the moment Shuhuai was fully awake, seeing himself being held in his arms, he didn't get angry, but carefully retreated from his arms.

Mo Yun still wanted to continue to pretend, but Changqing had no eyesight, so he slapped the door at this moment.The little demon king was originally very comfortable, but he was startled by the loud noise of the door panel, and immediately bounced off the bed. Because the quilt was too slippery, he even fell off the edge of the bed.

Shuhuai also thought that he was woken up by Changqing, and immediately took all the anger of getting up on Heilong.Heilong has long been accustomed to this matter. After all, when he was still in the underworld, Shuhuai was like "death to those who quarrel with me", but now he just extended "death to those who quarrel with Mo Yun" to "death to those who quarrel with Mo Yun" , essentially little difference.

Heilong listened to him through the door after he finished his lesson, and immediately said cheerfully: "There is someone coming over there, but my father didn't give it to me. He asked me to come to you and ask, should we start the fight as soon as possible, the sooner the better?"

"Beat." Shuhuai reached out to get the sword from the small cabinet next to the bed, and was about to turn over and get out of bed, "Beat until they don't even know mom."

He had just landed and hadn't stood still when he saw the iron-headed puppet reappear from a distance.The fake dragon came fiercely, with its head on the outer wall of the Crystal Palace, Shuhuai staggered and almost fell to his knees, but fortunately Mo Yun grabbed him from behind.

Shuhuai was a little dazed, he felt that this scene was similar to the time when he just came out of the underworld, when he also slipped on the soles of his feet, and was supported by the little demon king beside him like this.

Could it be dreaming again?Shu Huai's whole body trembled, and he quickly twisted Mo Yun's leg.

The little demon king's cry sounded in his ears, Shuhuai nodded in satisfaction.Mo Yun will be very painful if his flesh is pinched, it seems that this is not a dream.

The wolf cub had tears in his eyes, he didn't understand why his thigh was pinched even though he helped the other party, he limped out of the door following Shuhuai, feeling that the sadness in his heart was about to turn into substance, and slowly flowed with the tears.

In the face of the great enemy, it should be unanimous to the outside world, Mo Yun decided to show the demeanor of a king, and don't care about it with Shu Huai, and talk about it after driving the immortals out of Beihai.However, the latter did not pay any attention to the thoughts of others, and kept thinking about which part was a dream and which part was real. As he thought about it, he thought of that hug early in the morning.

It would be too coincidental to say that it was a dream. There were very few situations where the same posture was maintained in the dream and reality. Shuhuai became more suspicious, and even looked at Mo Yun with strange eyes.

Mo Yun was afraid that he would pinch him again, and was about to dodge, but was pulled by his sleeves, and his book was brewing for a while before he asked, "Did you hug me last night?"

There is a serious ambiguity in this sentence. When it comes out of Shuhuai, it has a literal meaning, and when it is heard by Mo Yun, it also has a literal meaning, but it is different when it comes to Changqing.The black dragon moved its ears, turned around silently, and watched them secretly.

"Last night?" The Little Demon King felt baffled, "It was clearly you who hugged me last night."

Shuhuai thought about it carefully, and it seemed to be the case. After Mo Yun turned into a little black dog, he lay beside his pillow, and he liked to hug soft living things, so he instinctively hugged him into his arms.But even so, after waking up, he should be holding Mo Yun, not Mo Yun holding him.

"You woke up earlier than me." Shuhuai said again, "Did you wake up earlier than me?"

Everyone wakes up earlier than you.Mo Yun really wanted to roll his eyes, but he didn't have the courage, so he could only answer obediently: "Yes."

Shuhuai let out a "huh": "Then did I have any strange reactions?"

Changqing coughed suddenly, as if he was sick, the little demon king looked at Heilong in surprise, then turned his gaze back to Shuhuai, and obediently replied: "No."

That's really weird.Shuhuai continued to float up with the sword in his hand, and when he was about to reach the surface of the water, he stopped abruptly and turned his head to stare at Mo Yun.

"Say it again, you woke up earlier than me?"

Mo Yun was in a daze: "I woke up earlier than you, didn't you just..." He suddenly realized that something was wrong, and stopped the topic suddenly.

"Weren't you still asleep when I just woke up?" Shuhuai grabbed his face, "You still don't let go when you wake up?"

The author has something to say: Excessive psychological pressure usually causes "ghost pressure". People who encounter "ghost pressure" know that they are dreaming, but they cannot move their limbs, lift their heads, or open their eyes. Wonderful experience of deprivation.

Of course it's quite uncomfortable, and I have a headache when I wake up. It's better not to have this kind of experience.