The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

A few pillows can't isolate the noisy noise that seems to be close to the ear.

He doesn't need to listen carefully one after another, the latest street rumors will flow to his ears by themselves: It didn't take long for the emperor to defeat the neighboring country that was already lingering, and rule the world.

He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "We can finally leave this ghost place?!"

What to do now?Go find that young man from the Xie family, and... kill him?

Wen Feng wore a dignified and elegant appearance of a hypocrite, calmly said: "You don't need to do anything, just wait here."

"He'll be here soon."

The sky outside the window changes from day to dusk, from night to dawn.

The streets were full of voices and cheers again.

The young man surnamed Xie once again led an army to the street outside the inn.

When I walked to the street, I looked up at the second floor of the inn as I did every time I passed by.

It's just that this time he didn't cross the long street directly. He rode to the entrance of the inn, jumped off his horse, and stepped into the inn.

They looked at him one after another when he raised his eyes, watched him walk into the lobby, and then turned his gaze to the door.

He watched the boy climb from the abyss to the clouds step by step.

Today, the boy will die at his hands, and it is inevitable that I feel a little bit sad.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

Even if no one answered the door, the door was opened from the outside.

The two worlds in the dream and outside the dream are finally merged into one at this moment.

Sighing silently one after another, he drew his sword out of its sheath.

The four eyes met, and the young man slowly raised his mouth: "What's your name?"

They kept silent one after another.This dream world will soon be destroyed by him, and all dream shadows will disappear, so it is useless to say more.

The young man didn't take it seriously: "I saw you for the first time when I was 15 years old. At that time, I thought to myself, this person is really strange. He is clearly wearing brocade clothes, but he comes to the suburbs where rich and noble people don't even want to set foot."

"You have been standing not far away, watching my mother's burial. I thought you were her old acquaintance when she was young."

"Later, for some reason, I naturally understood in my heart that you are not from this world. And for some reason, you began to frequently break into my dreams."

"Then one day, another idea popped up in my mind. I want you to come out of my dream and keep you in this world. Instead of just looking at you from a distance outside the dream."

They were taken aback for a moment.What is the other party talking about?

...Isn't that what he understood?

At this time, the young man who was very similar to Wen Feng stretched out his hand to him: "Come to me, okay?"

A fierce sword energy suddenly attacked the young man, and the young man drew out his sword to meet him.

Two strands of sword energy exploded silently in the void, stirring up layers of aftermath, which quickly spread outward like distorted ripples, and the four walls of the room collapsed.

The surrounding scenery turned into a phantom of countless intertwined and layered worlds, grotesque and bizarre.

Wen Feng stood in front of Li Lie, his gentle voice exuded a bit of chill: "Ah Xu, he is just a dream shadow that has been dead for thousands of years, don't be influenced by him."

The young man laughed in a similar tone: "As long as I kill you, I can keep him here."

Opening their eyes slightly one after another, they watched in amazement the two Wen Fengs fighting fiercely in front of them—this dream world is really ridiculous.

The sword energy flew horizontally, and the two fought for several rounds, and the green blades collided with each other, sparking bright sparks.

The hand-to-hand combat continued for several breaths, and the two swords held each other in the air, refusing to give in to each other.

When the two were talking to each other, a flying sword suddenly appeared and attacked the young man from the side.

The young man quickly withdrew his sword and turned around, avoiding the attack from the side.

"I've met many opponents, and this is the first time I've encountered a strike like yours..." The young man sneered, "Sinister and cunning."

Wen Feng smiled gently: "Thanks for the compliment."

As soon as the words fell, there were several clanging and crisp sounds of sword shadows intersecting, and another flying sword appeared out of thin air, attacking the opponent while no one was prepared.

It didn't take long for the two sides to fight, and the youth had gradually lost the wind.

It was the third time that Qingfeng Baijian confronted each other in mid-air.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Wen Feng raised his mouth at his opponent.

A bad premonition flashed in the young man's heart, but before he could react, two flying swords flew towards him, one left and one right.

He leaped backward again, avoiding the side attack, before his feet landed, his figure suddenly stagnated.

The third flying sword appeared behind him without warning, pierced his body in a sneak attack, and hung him in the air.

Those who watched the battle had nothing to say one after another.

Rumor has it that Daoist Juechen has five flying swords, but few people have survived three.

This vicious and despicable big devil's attack is still the same as before... lowly.

He rubbed his temple helplessly, feeling a little headache.

The gentle voice smiled shamelessly: "I can't kill him. This is the dream world in your spiritual consciousness, and the fatal blow is up to you."

He gently held the thin wrist: "Close your eyes, and leave the rest to me."

Shaking his head one after another: "No need."

He walked slowly to the young man who looked exactly like Wen Feng, this time, he looked up at him instead.

The young man was pierced by the sharp blade and hung in mid-air, but as if he couldn't feel the pain, he met his eyes and raised his mouth leisurely: "You want to kill me?"

They pursed their lips one after another: "I draw the sword very quickly. If you close your eyes, it shouldn't hurt too much."

The young man still met his eyes: "I want to just look at you like this, and keep you in my eyes and my heart forever."

The clear eyes are sharp and sharp, seductive.

"The dream you are in has lasted for too long, and it should have died long ago. You will not be bound here in the future."

He took one last look at this dream shadow who didn't know who it was, but should have dissipated long ago but lasted for thousands of years: "May you rest in peace."

The startling silver sword light suddenly pierced the young man's neck soundlessly.

The surrounding scenery is like misty clouds and smoke, slowly rising, and quickly blown away by the breeze.The absurd dream that has been accumulated for thousands of years finally returns to heaven and earth at this moment.

The mirage dissipated, and the mirage tower disappeared without a trace.

He exhaled slowly one after another, the war and dust that had troubled him for a long time, the thick blood and the mournful wailing that had been echoing in his ears finally stopped, and he could once again have all four elements empty and six organs clean.

But in the blink of an eye, a smell of scorched earth entered the tip of his nose again.

He hurriedly opened his eyes, closed them and opened them again.

Beyond the land of delusion, there is originally a sea of ​​plains and grasses thousands of miles away.What was in front of him at this moment was a piece of lifeless pitch-black scorched earth.

The hot air is still rising from the feet, and under the warm sun, faint ripples can be seen.

The land of delusion has not been broken yet?Still in a dream?

Diesi squatted aside, resting her cheeks with her hands, sighing in boredom.

She was startled when two figures appeared beside her unexpectedly.

This should be the real Diesi.

It was only at this time that they could be sure that they had escaped from those dreams.

Fang Xiu, Ling Chengze and Liu Changji were scattered not far away.

The three of them turned their heads to one side, and were several feet away from each other, neither looking at each other.

They stared at Diesi one after another.After a while, Diesi recovered from the fright and solved his doubts.

She didn't understand what the three of them were talking about.

As she was talking, she suddenly fought violently, and she didn't know why.

The originally beautiful blue sea of ​​grass was destroyed by the three of them.

Expressionless one after another: "How long have we been in?"

"Two hours." At this time, the three of them had already walked to his side and answered in unison.

Only two hours?He and Wenfeng stayed in the inn room for about a month.

Outside the room, 15 years passed.

The world beyond the dream is only two hours.Life and affairs are like a dream.

He turned around and glanced at the original mirage, but there was nothing there.

Without the obstruction of the phantom town, the road leading to the northern land is between the distant mountains, and the openness comes into view.

He looked at Wen Feng: "Going away?"

Wen Feng clasped his long and thin fingers, and nodded gently.

Stepping forward one after another, he passed through the land of delusion safely.

Diesi cried out in shock behind him, "What is this?"

Looking in the direction she pointed, a small cloud of white mist seeped out from the ground.

"This is the mirage in the veins here." Wen Fengchao answered questions one after another, "The mirage has accumulated here for thousands of years, trapping the monks in the past in dreams. Just now you broke the dream and dispelled the mirage deposited here gas."

"However, the mirage in the ground veins will still be produced slowly. After a while, this place will be enveloped by the dense mirage that has accumulated again, forming a new mirage."

One after another: "..."

He was busy, but temporarily broke the place of delusion, and it will be formed in the future?

Wen Feng chuckled a few times, pinched the moist cheeks that he couldn't put it down: "This is the will of the heaven and the earth, just like the sea and desert, the mountains and snowfields, it cannot be changed by manpower."

"It will take at least hundreds of thousands of years for the mirage to be thick enough to produce a mirage, not so fast."

They clapped his hands away indifferently one after another.

What happens here in the future is none of their business.

Ling Chengze walked to the side and filled a cloud of white gas with a storage bag.

He looked at Lian Li with a bit of guilt: "I just...thinking that mirage doesn't seem to exist in Xia Tian, ​​so if I take a little back home, maybe it can be used in alchemy and weapon refining."

They looked at him blankly one after another.

This has nothing to do with me, just bring as much as you like.

Fang Xiu met and packed a bag with him.

Liu Changji sneered a few times, but like the two of them, his hands were not idle.

Ask Xiang Wenfeng one after another: "Aren't you going to bring some back?"

A gloomy gleam flashed across the phoenix's eyes, and Sen Han glanced at the three of them, and then he was as gentle as water when he turned around: "I don't need it, I have you."

The strength of clasping the thin fingers tightened a little, and he directly pulled the person forward.

……

When I came out of the dream, the setting sun had already moved westward, and just after crossing the plain and entering the northern mountain pass, the bright moon was already hanging high, and the stars were overwhelming the mountains and rivers.

In the past few days, I stayed alone in someone's magic weapon of space one after another at night.

At this time, he and Wen Feng had reunited, and before he could speak, he was directly dragged into his magic weapon of space by the other party.

"Have you changed the look of this place?"

I remember one after another that this place used to be an elegant bamboo forest courtyard, and there was a bamboo forest outside the green bamboo house.

And at this time, once you enter, you will find a spacious bedroom directly.

Thick water smoke flowed out from the incense burner, floating slowly on the gold wire floor, filling the room with the smell of tranquilizing incense, causing successive brows to wrinkle unconsciously.

Wenfeng sighed softly: "I don't know when I will meet each other, but I feel embarrassed at this night." (*1)

"You are not here, the previous scenery will only make me feel sad and sad."

"This place is only for staying at night when I go out. I don't have the heart to appreciate any scenery. It's more simple and convenient than the bedroom. As for the tranquilizing incense, if I don't light it all night, I can't fall asleep."

I didn't know what to say one after another, so I could only stand there.

Wen Feng raised the corner of his mouth again: "Fortunately, you came back to me again."

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*1 Autumn Wind Ci by Li Bai