Chapter Seventy-Two: I Have a Way to Interpret Dreams Following the path of light composed of butterflies, Su Bai sensed the location of the hidden people in this town.

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The scenery on both sides of the road was desolate at first, but as Subai walked further back to the mountain, the fragrance of orchids in the air became stronger, and the dilapidated streets on both sides gradually faded into place with lush bushes, behind which a low break was surrounded by tall green trees, and a clear stream like a jade belt passed under the dirt slope.

However, it can be clearly seen that on the soil slope, there is a small thatched house near the mountains and rivers.

It's not that Subai's vision is good, but that the butterflies that guide them along the way, after completing their tasks, gather here like a hundred birds returning to their nests.

Since stepping into Shuiling Town, the hue of this town, known as a ghost town, has been a faint shade of blue, and seeing the halo emanating from these butterflies, Su Bai also understood the reason.

I think that the ghosts seen by those who came to Watery Town must have been caused by inhaling this dark blue halo.

The blue in the air, like the pollen that falls on the wings of a butterfly, is not illusory, but psychedelic powder that can put people in a fantasy world.

People don't know that this powder is a real thing, and they neglect to take precautions and enter a fantasy world.

Seeing the ghosts in the environment, but taking them as real, they are trapped in it and can't extricate themselves.

True and false, false and real, this is the truth of Shuiling Town.

It's just that people are confused by this fog of truth and falsehood, coupled with rumors from the outside world, "ghost town"

The fog grew thicker.

But Su Bai knew a little more, that is, the blood in his body told him that this blue color was also transformed by blood.

It is not pollen that flutters the butterfly's wings, but its own body.

When their bodies were all turned to dust, the lives of these Phantom Butterflies were declared to be over, so that they could travel into such a large blue mist that covered the entire Waterling Town.

It's just that in order to maintain such a large fog, how many butterflies need to be dissipated at each moment, and how many butterflies need to be born at each moment?

Who are the people living in this town?

At the end of the road, I saw that the butterflies leading the way dispersed one after another, and the sky was full of dancing butterflies, which was indescribably pleasing to the eye.

Even if these butterflies have some such strange powers, they have to admit that they are dazzling.

This is a secluded valley, surrounded by mountains and trees, and a thatched hut grows on a small dirt slope and curls up the smoke of cooking.

The stream is murmuring under the thatched house, and a beautiful scholar sits on the ground in front of the thatched house, with an ordinary wooden table in front of him, and he is writing and painting on paper.

There was an incense burner in front of the table, wisps of green smoke wafting out, Su Bai moved his nose, this fragrance was just like the wisp of fragrance left on the tip of his nose when he woke up from the illusion.

This scholar seems to be a literati who loves the landscape and lives in seclusion in the countryside.

It's just that no matter how humble and gentle he is, Su Bai still has a vigilant heart.

Because, the scholar's pen gives birth to flowers, but what gives birth is butterflies.

The rice paper in front of him seems to never be able to draw, every time he lifts the pen, there is a lifelike butterfly on the rice paper, and its shape is no different from this butterfly flying in the sky.

However, when the butterfly first formed, it flapped its wings and took off like the dragon that is the finishing touch in mythology.

It turns out that this sky full of butterflies is all from him.

"Qin, Brother Qin?"

Su Bai exclaimed when he saw this person's appearance.

Isn't this person Qin Shoucheng who just came to Shuiling Town and entertained them?

"Sir, please be seated. ”

The scholar stopped writing, and he didn't look up at his surroundings from beginning to end, just like a Xiucai who was obsessed with poetry and books and was bent on catching up with the exam, and everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.

However, I don't hear what is going on outside the window, but I already know the outside world in my heart.

Su Bai was stunned, walked to the table in response, and sat on the ground with the appearance of a scholar, and the two looked at each other across the table.

Despite the doubts in his heart, Su Bai still sat down for some reason according to the words of survival.

The scholar sat there quietly, and he could make Su Bai feel very relieved, and his heart was as calm as he had never been, as if he was in a dream.

Even if the other party is calling him "sir"

I also added a "small" before

Words, Su Bai didn't feel that this was a mockery of the other party, but more like a name that pulled in the distance between each other.

But this person is exactly the same as Qin Shoucheng, who claims to be a hunter, why does he give Su Bai such an alienated feeling at this moment?

However, there is a big difference between them.

"Brother Qin, what's going on? Also, where is Xiaohu?"

Su Bai asked.

The scholar waved his hand and said that he was not in a hurry.

Then he said slowly: "Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, and virtual reality is born together, which is the status quo of this waterling town." How do you know that person is me and not illusory, and how can you be sure that what I am in front of you is real?"

Su Bai thoughtfully, returned a salute to the scholar, and even changed his title, and said: "What Mr. said is reasonable, it doesn't matter who is who, what is the reason why Mr. came to me? Is my partner safe?"

The scholar nodded and said, "It's okay." My real name is also Qin Shoucheng. As for what you see, it's just the result of the illusion created by this dream butterfly. ”

Su Bai was relieved, and only then did he carefully examine the scholar's true appearance.

The scholar's skin is very fair, which is very close to the sickly white skin color of the witch crow, but this skin color shows a dusty temperament on him, with his white clothes, people feel like he is a white lotus out of the mud and not stained, the gentleman of flowers, this person's every move is like a gentle gentleman, even if the smile he shows at the moment, it also makes people feel like a spring breeze.

Only, on his fair skin, something like a black vine snaked and winded, extending from his cheeks to under his collar.

The vines seem to be alive, and the black in them seems to be flowing, and the ends of the branches of the vines seem to have faint buds.

At this time, Su Bai noticed that next to the scholar, there was a small thing, which looked very strange, with a body like a bear, a nose like an elephant, a tail like a cow, and four like a tiger.

It looked like a young beast, sleeping soundly on the bunk at the side of the scholar.

"Her name is Xiao Yan. ”

The scholar saw Su Bai's eyes and said.

He brewed a cup of tea in his hand at some point, handed it to Su Bai, and said, "Little gentleman, do you know that you are extraordinary?"

Su Bai had not been given tea in his life, and he didn't know most of the etiquette, so he wiped his hands on both sides of his clothes in a panic, hurriedly took the scholar's tea, and drank more than half of it in a big sip, but when he heard the words of the scholar Qin Shoucheng, he choked out more than half.

"Mr. said that I am extraordinary, I wonder where Mr. said this?"

Su Bai asked a little embarrassed.

The scholar man straightened the hair of the little beast beside him, his eyebrows lowered, and when he raised his head to look into Su Bai's eyes, there seemed to be something in his eyes that hit Su Bai's heart.

Su Bai's heartbeat suddenly paused, as if he was affected by the effect of this Phantom Butterfly Dust Gu Man, and as if he was shocked by the scholar's eyes.

"To be different from ordinary people is to be extraordinary. In this world, this kind of people give up their seven spirits, steal six ways, and are sin from heaven, and from then on, their blood is as muddy as ink, and everything in heaven and earth rejects them, and you and I are all four of them, how is it not extraordinary?"

The scholar said.

Su Bai seemed to understand whether he understood or not, and nodded reluctantly.

Seeing this, the scholar smiled with great satisfaction and said, "Mr. Xiao thinks, since my generation prides itself on being extraordinary, how can I end up homeless and live like a lonely ghost who has lost my soul? But if I think that since it is extraordinary, how can there be such a treacherous person as Yang Zhennan? Can this person also be called extraordinary?"

Su Bai's lowered eyes suddenly flashed with a gleam, and he looked at the scholar's eyes again, as if this scholar could give him the answer he wanted—his background and the meaning of being a spirit.

The scholar also saw Su Bai's eyes, he raised his lips and smiled, his fair face and delicate facial features were indescribably good-looking, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

His five fingers were slightly opened, and his forearm stretched out to Su Bai, who saw that the scholar's fingers were also unusually white and slender, and on the white paper-like arm, there seemed to be an ink pen stroked, outlining a slender vine, and the vine climbed towards the fingertips at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As you climb to your fingertips, the buds on the vine branches slowly bloom into black butterfly flowers.

The butterfly flowers were blooming, and at this moment a breeze hit, and the flowers seemed to be swaying by the breeze.

At this time, those butterfly flowers seemed to have life, and began to flutter their wings, rise into the air, and circle, Su Bai suddenly realized that this butterfly was born like this, which is simply a miracle.

The scholar seemed to have changed a little with this mysterious and magical change, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked upward, looking a little evil, and his pupils seemed to have thousands of butterflies, which could capture people's souls.

"I have a way to interpret dreams, I wonder if Mr. wants to know?"