??“ Ha ha! Boy, you just call me senior, in fact, I forgot my own name......" The middle-aged man stopped and laughed.

Jiang Chen heard the helplessness and sadness in his laughter, sighed, and said, "Senior, although I have the Gu Immortal Realm now, it seems that something is missing, right?" ”

"Satoru."

"Satoru?" Jiang Chen became more and more puzzled, but as soon as he finished muttering, he fell into endless darkness.

……

"The mortal realm is one of the lower three realms, and there are even the upper three realms, as well as the legendary seventh realm......" A crisp voice drifted in the dust.

In the delicate attic, a young man dressed in luxurious clothes lay on the ******* and fell asleep peacefully.

After a long time, the young man slowly opened his loose eyes, got up, and looked around a little blankly, until he saw a shadow, the blankness in the young man's eyes receded a lot: "Sister Xin'er! ”

The young man's voice was still immature, but for some reason it was full of inexplicable vicissitudes.

A woman standing in front of the window held a book in her hand, slowly turned around, her beautiful eyes were full of water, her spirit was moving, and her appearance was even more exquisite, looking at the young man and shaking her head slightly: "You, you can be regarded as awake!" ”

"Why am I here?" The boy got up, stretched his muscles and bones, and his whole body was full of strength, as if it was inexhaustible, and he jumped lightly and landed in front of the woman.

"It's not that you are arrogant and strong in the family martial arts, the other disciples used the wheel battle to defeat you, and you finally lost your strength and were carried back!" The woman said lightly, but there was a touch of pride on her delicate and indifferent face, and then she giggled: "In just a few years, you have stepped into the peak of the martial arts realm, and you are really a little demon!" But Jiang Chen, you have to work hard, even if you have the name of a genius, don't think nonsense, work hard, and you will definitely become famous in China. ”

Listening to the woman's praise, a touch of shyness flashed on the young man's immature face, and then his eyes rolled to reveal confusion: "I've been diligent lately, how can I be cranky!" ”

"Not yet? When I was asleep before, you kid kept holding my hand and saying some dream words, saying that he was Tang Seng, otaku Jiang Chen, the lord of the Seven Realms, and the system! ”

"Your ambition is not small!" The woman, Jiang Xin'er in the young man's mouth, chuckled, with a little tenderness on her delicate face.

Hearing this, the young man's figure shook in vain, as if he had been struck by lightning, and immediately smiled bitterly: "Sister Xin'er, I really had a long and real dream!" ”

The young man rubbed his eyebrows and walked to the window, the Bodhi tree outside the window had already borne fruit and bloomed with a strange color, and whispered to himself: "This dream is so real that I can't tell whether it is reality or a dream." In my dream, I was the demon lord of the Seventh Realm, and my body was destroyed due to the catastrophe, so in order to avoid the recurrence of the catastrophe, I sealed my memory and reincarnated on the earth outside the Seven Realms...... Then I came to Journey to the West inexplicably, and my dream after that was gone! At this, the boy suddenly stopped, no matter how much he remembered, he could not recall what happened after that dream.

It's just that the boy has an inexplicable loss for some reason, as if he has lost something.

"Sister Xin'er, is that really a dream?" Turning around, the young man looked at the familiar face in his memory in front of him in a daze.

"It's not a dream, silly boy!" Jiang Xin'er flicked the young man's forehead, as if she remembered something, exclaimed, and said regretfully: "I forgot, Senior Sister Bingning asked me to go over before, you kid can rest if it's okay!" ”

After speaking, Jiang Xin'er left in a hurry, leaving a beautiful back.

Looking at the distant shadow, the young man shook his head and whispered, "Sister Xin'er, it's still like this, my memory is really bad!" ”

The young man wore a thin dust coat, walked out of the attic, and greeted the bright sunshine, with a blank look in his eyes: "Is that really a dream?" Why is it so clear? ”

Under the sun, this emaciated figure seemed so lonely, except in the courtyard, and the Bodhi tree reflected it.

The catkins gently swayed in the April sky of the world, and the misty drizzle intertwined into a rain curtain in the sky above, quietly falling. The boy looked at the Bodhi tree quietly, and his eyes sometimes flashed with a heaviness that did not belong to this age.

"It turns out that my heart hurts in my dreams, and my heart hurts until I wake up!" The young man muttered, and his dark eyes reflected the ginseng fruit on the Bodhi tree.

"Even if it's a dream or a reality, I'm Jiang Chen!" The immature voice was firm, and the young man, who was Jiang Chen, grabbed the long sword at his waist at will, but when he held the long sword, he lost his mind again.

This sword that has been with him for several years, but he feels inexplicably unfamiliar.

"In this world, is there really reincarnation?" Jiang Chen muttered softly: "Perhaps, it will only be like that in dreams!" ”

Jiang Chen shook his head, tied the long sword behind him again, and walked out of the courtyard.

Life is like a dream, both true and false, and people who walk in dreams are so dazed.

The thriving Jiang family was always hearing bursts of neat cold cheers, and several Jiang family children could be seen everywhere sparring.

Walking on the cyan path, Jiang Chen nodded slightly to the children of the family around him.

Walking to the martial arts field, seeing the sword light floating in it, a smile appeared on the corner of Jiang Chen's mouth: "These rabbit cubs, who shamelessly besieged Lao Tzu yesterday, will collect some debts today!" ”

"Why didn't you get a good rest and run out!" Just as Jiang Chen was about to teach several Jiang family disciples a lesson, a voice with a little anger sounded in the background.

Jiang Chen knew who it was without looking back, turned around a little helplessly, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Sister Xin'er, I just collapsed, I have already recovered after resting for so long!" ”

In the attic next to the martial arts field, Jiang Xin'er pressed her hands on the railing, looking at Jiang Chen condescendingly, her willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and her eyes were quite unkind. stared at him fiercely: "Prostration? You think it's easy, the meridians in your body have been damaged, you need to be warmed, and you shouldn't do it! ”

Seeing Jiang Xin'er posing as an eldest sister, Jiang Chen was immediately defeated, and helplessly bowed his hand to several Jiang family children. Turn around and walk to the attic.

Ascending to the attic, Jiang Chen looked at Jiang Xin'er helplessly, and at this time, Jiang Chen noticed that there was a shadow standing next to her.

The moment he saw this shadow, Jiang Chen only felt that the drizzle falling between heaven and earth had a slight pause, and this figure that overshadowed heaven and earth was reflected in Jiang Chen's eyes. At this moment, he felt like he had lost his mind.

Dressed in a white dress like snow, the beautiful eyes seem to be the brightest existence in heaven and earth, like the Nine Heavens Fairy falling into the mortal dust, beautiful and refined, quiet and far-reaching, the white veil of the face covers the subversive face, and the eyes like the bright moon reveal a coldness that rejects people thousands of miles away.

Who is she? Why does she give me a sense of familiarity? Jiang Chen's eyes showed a blank look, the rain was pouring down, and his world seemed to be quiet.