Dreams are very problematic.

Yin Xuanchen's dream is naturally very problematic.

He couldn't even dream of such a shameful thing, and it was impossible for him to be fine.

But Song Qian knew that what Tu Shanling said was problematic, not specifically referring to Yin Xuanchen's dreams, but referring to all the dreams he had come into contact with since entering the upper city.

A so-called prophet who can have prophetic dreams.

A neighbor who had the same dream as the prophet.

plus Yin Xuanchen, who takes dreams seriously.

Dreams seem to have caught their attention too often.

That's why dreams are so problematic.

Normally, people will have countless dreams in one night, but after waking up, at most remember the dream before waking up, and as the waking time is prolonged, the content of the dream will become more and more blurred, even if it is a nightmare, all you can remember is the feeling of being frightened, and you can't remember the details of the dream.

And every dream they encountered in the upper city was very detailed, and the dreamer remembered it very clearly, and even took the dream seriously, which was too abnormal.

Song Qian turned his head and asked Tu Shanling, "What do you think it's ......?"

Tu Shanling nodded impatiently, "It's not that it can't be said, let's ...... Ahem...... Let's go out for a walk first. ”

They spoke in secret, as if they were afraid that someone would listen to them and run away in advance.

Song Qianyu pointed to the drawing of a talisman on the table, a repulsion was born out of thin air, and the room seemed to be filtered, except for the dead things that remained, all other things were cleared of the house.

Tu Shanling gave a thumbs up, "It's still thoughtful." Some things are invisible to the naked eye, and it is difficult for the divine sense to detect, and without a little preparation, it is simply impossible to prevent it. ”

Song Qian looked away unnaturally.

No matter how many times he heard Tu Shanling praise bluntly, he still couldn't hear it, and his ears had a fever that he couldn't control when he heard it.

The two walked out of the guest house hand in hand and walked out into the street.

There's no specific goal, just a casual stroll.

Tu Shanling saw a big yellow dog leaning against the wall and napping, made a silent gesture towards Song Qian, and walked over on tiptoe.

Before her hand touched the big yellow dog's head, the big yellow dog opened his eyes and looked at her vigilantly.

She smiled, raised her hand to her eyes, and looked around, "It's a nice day." ”

The big yellow dog lowered his head in disinterest, and then hugged his mouth with two paws.

After a while, Tu Shanling saw the gray cat napping again, and she repeated her old tricks and leaned over lightly.

The gray cat's eyes opened a narrow slit, blinked twice, and stared coldly at Tu Shanling, those eyes seemed to say "stupid human".

Tu Shanling was despised by a cat and was very unconvinced, she stretched out her hand and purred a few times on the gray cat's head.

The gray cat was frightened, screamed and ran away, ran a few steps, glanced back at Tu Shanling, bared his teeth, and ran away with condemnation.

Tu Shanling spread his hands, "The animals are too alert, it's not easy to start, so we can only wait for the night." ”

Song Qian nodded indispensably.

Tu Shanling looked back and forth twice, and when he saw a teahouse, he pointed over there, "Let's go to the teahouse and wait." ”

The teahouse is quite large, with a total of three floors, and in the middle of the first floor is a stage, but today it is not a famous character on the stage, but a person dressed as a storyteller.

This man was wearing a scarf on his head, holding a folding fan in his hand, and a waking wood was placed in front of him, with a cup of tea in his hand, and he was talking lively.

There are quite a lot of tea seats, but they are full at this time, and the people who arrived before Tu Shanling and the others are still standing, so the two of them naturally have no place to sit.

They didn't want to go to the front and squeeze with others, so they found a pillar in the back and stood against it.

Of course, it was Tu Shanling who was leaning against the pillar, and Song Qian was still standing straight.

Tu Shanling beckoned to the little second brother, took a plate of peanuts from the other party's tray, put down a few big money, and turned his head to hand the peanuts to a big brother who was listening with relish.

The eldest brother reluctantly withdrew his gaze and glanced at Tu Shanling.

Tu Shanling turned the plate upside down.

The eldest brother reached out and grabbed a handful of peanuts and smiled, "You're polite." ”

Tu Shanling also grabbed a handful of peanuts, then stuffed the plate into Song Qian's hand, she asked with a smile: "What story is Mr. telling ?Why is it so lively? We just came, and we didn't understand anything." ”

The eldest brother pointed to the storyteller, "This gentleman tells very good stories, and the stories he used to tell often happen in three or five days."

"What he is telling these days is the story of a talented and beautiful woman, the talented son is not a talented man, he is a son of a family of cultivating immortals, after the secret meeting of the beautiful woman returned to the family, he was convinced, and finally returned to the upper city to reunite with the beautiful woman.

"When the immortal chief's family learned about this, they sent someone to arrest him, no, a fight broke out. Good, good, wonderful. ”

Tu Shanling shrugged, the story of the talented and beautiful woman is really outdated, before her fall, men, women and children all like to hear such stories, she has been reborn again, men, women and children still like to hear such stories.

But that's not the point.

The point is that if the storyteller's story is taken as a prophecy, then the prophecy has come true.

She glanced at Song Qian, who was looking intently at Mr. Storyteller, and she knew that Song Qian had realized the same problem.

The storytelling lasted until just before dinner, and the storyteller counted the tip, sorted out his things, and prepared to leave.

Tu Shanling pulled Song into the shadows.

They wouldn't be stupid, they obviously wanted to investigate Mr. Storyteller, and they ran to Mr. Storyteller to brush up on their sense of existence, that kind of thing only Xue Jin can do.

That year, there were frequent floods near Duanxi, drowning many people, which attracted the attention of Qingjingtai.

Daozu ordered Xue Jin to take Tu Shanling to investigate.

That time, Song Qian didn't follow, Song Qian was in retreat and enlightenment.

The two of them arrived at Duanxi, investigated back and forth a few times, and finally suspected that they had found a wild god worshiped in the local area.

That kind of wild road god, and Wutong gods, fox fairies, etc., are no different, the Tao is from worship, but with the increase of their Taoism, they will become greedy, and they will not be satisfied with pigs, cattle and sheep as sacrifices, and ask for living people in their dreams.

At such times, if they don't give it, they will lose their temper and do harm to others.

Once such a wild god appears, the harm is greater than that of the evil spirit.

Xue Jin listened to Tu Shanling's analysis and felt that it was very reasonable, and when he was preparing separately from Tu Shanling, he decided to go to the temple to have a look.

Tu Shanling was secretly poking and poking the flame pattern everywhere, wanting to lay a net to catch the wild road god, but at this moment, a cloud of things suddenly attacked her.

She didn't have time to think about anything at the time, so she had to fight first.

Afterwards, she realized that Xue Jin, the big fool, was recognized by the wild god as soon as he entered the temple, he was pure and pure in spiritual power, and he was by no means a local, and the appearance of looking east and west did not look like he was passing by, and the wild god immediately judged that the person who was looking for trouble was coming.

Xue Jin was still in the temple, and the wild god was not busy with his hands, but first inspected the territory and found Tu Shanling, the second outsider, and immediately attacked him.

Tu Shanling retracted his thoughts, pulled Song Qian's sleeve, and signaled that Mr. Storyteller was leaving, and they took the opportunity to follow.

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