The woman in the mural gradually came to life, as if she really existed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

A pool of clear water, a few small fish, a few lotus leaves, the scenery is picturesque, and the breeze is gusting.

A little girl emerged from the pool like a swimming fish, smiling at the woman's food.

The woman smiled softly, touched the girl's head, and with a chuckle, the girl swam back again.

Not far away, under the green leaves, a man in a white shirt, smiling gently, looking at the picturesque scenery and the beautiful shadow.

The woman seemed to have found something, and glanced over there without looking for a faint look, her eyebrows unnaturally with a little disgust, even if the man looked so holy and gentle.

The woman waved her sleeves, and the whole person disappeared in place, and the little girl was gone, leaving only a few lonely lotus leaves, which were spinning on the pond water, adding some coldness.

The man under the tree slammed the peach tree beside him, and the green leaves fell in a flutter, drifting desolate in the air, and finally, it inevitably fell on the water, on the grass...

Dream smacked her lips, it seems that the goddess is followed by not all of them are handsome sons, look at this, at first glance, it is a sanctimonious guy.

It's just... Why can't I see the man's appearance clearly...

Dream shook his head, only to realize that the surrounding scene had already changed, and he didn't know where he was now, but the protagonist of the picture was still the woman.

The woman gently stroked the piano, singing softly in her mouth, intermittently, vaguely, that soft voice, but people couldn't help but get drunk, and finally knew why some people would say, wine is not drunk and everyone is drunk, this song is listened to, not to mention the ears, that is, the whole person is drunk.

Gradually, the singing voice became clearer and clearer, and the lyrics were slowly heard clearly:

Whose stove is hot, and the tea smoke is thousands

Herbs are nothing but bamboo dustpans for collecting medicine

Xiao Weng blows the steps of Songpo Mountain to the shuttle

The water passes through the temple gate and steps on the waves

・・・・・・・・

Pick a sleeve cloud on the top of the mountain and give it to you on the other side

If you don't come, the wind blows away the mountain rain

Pick a sleeve cloud on the top of the mountain and give it to yourself on the road

Outside the mountains, clouds outside the mountains

Who is there to look at a confidant from afar

Whose stove is hot, and the tea smoke is thousands

Herbs are nothing but bamboo dustpans for collecting medicine

The distant mountains are inked and the shadows of the trees are intertwined

The cloud is sent from the palm of the hand to whoever is extended

Pick a sleeve cloud on the top of the mountain and give it to you on the other side

If you don't come, the wind blows away the mountain rain

Pick a sleeve cloud on the top of the mountain and give it to yourself on the road

Outside the mountains, clouds outside the mountains

Who is there to look at a confidant from afar

Dream followed the sound of the piano, intoxicated and chanted softly, he already loved the rhythm very much, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard such a natural sound, especially the lyrics are also beautiful, which can be called a must.

This song should only exist in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world.

I didn't see the intoxicated dream, the faint smile between the woman's eyebrows and eyes, and the joy of intoxication, I didn't see it, among the undulating clouds, there were also people looking at the woman who was singing to herself, but it wasn't the person in front・・・・・

The tenderness in the clouds is indescribable, and even if the man himself came to this woman, he could not necessarily say it.

The singing fades away...

This time, it was a big war.

Armor, soldiers covered in blood, and all kinds of strange animals, no, monsters, etc...

The woman's slender hand flicked the strings, but it was no longer as beautiful as she had heard before, soft, full of tenderness and sweetness, but solemn, bloody and sad.

Dream saw a lot of emotions in her frowning brow.

Why do you want to fight, so much to mobilize the people, that person, really did not achieve the goal, and vowed not to give up.

Every species has a reason to exist, isn't it a mistake to occupy it so strongly?

Dream is a little speechless, goddess, everyone has hit you on the head, you are so hesitant, be careful that the monster gives you a claw!

The woman played the piano expressionlessly, and her eyes were full of helplessness and exhaustion...

Dream didn't see the result of this battle, and from this time on, the woman's image, like the others she saw, began to slowly blur, knowing that the person was there, but she couldn't see clearly, who it was.

What happened next? Why war? What happened to that woman...

Unfortunately, there was no result.

The dream is a little regretful, and what comes into my eyes is a white expanse, and vaguely, I can only see a huge white palace...

Then, white and black began to intertwine, and the whole world became abstract and unbearable, white and black seemed to be tugging, constantly pulling, and the dream snorted, feeling that in the process of pulling, his body seemed to be being driven.

Distorted colors, like an abstract painting without a subject.

Dream sighed, feeling stuffy, very unaccustomed to such an atmosphere, but he couldn't choose, he had always been passive・・・・・

Everything will disappear・・・・・

The world turned gray, and faintly, I heard a few old, young, women, baritone... arguing or discussing something.

I feel like I'm going to disappear from this world... It's like my soul has been drained, and then, my body is slowly weathered and eroded, turning into a little bit of powder that floats in the gray sky・・・・・

Am I dead? But why can we still think?

If you don't die, why can't you feel your body?

Dream only has a tired consciousness left.,Swim in this sky.,Finally, I can't hold it anymore.,I want to fall asleep...

Let's get a good night's sleep...

Where am I...

The only remaining wisp of consciousness dissipated in the sky, and at the same time, in a white world, the white was shrinking sharply, and finally formed a fist-sized ball of light, burrowing into a gray figure...

And in the Wind Cave, there is also an incredible scene, the white light in the room is slowly converging towards the altar, and with the condensation of the white light, a familiar figure slowly appears on the altar...

One person and one bird were ecstatic, and hurriedly rushed to the edge of the altar, watching the figure appear completely, still wearing a simple gray robe, and the white jade mask was familiar and dazzling, but the two of them quickly fell into disappointment again, because the figure sitting cross-legged on the altar had no intention of moving at all・・・・・

A little disappointed, but the bad guy had already appeared, and it was already two hours before she disappeared・・・・・・

In two hours, it should be dawn.

The Dream Demon's brows deepened a little more worriedly, but he caught a glimpse of the slender hand on his lap and moved slightly... )