Wu Chan knew that he was dreaming again, and he was still continuing the previous dream.

This time, the stone carver named Xue Yan that he possessed, finally, found an opportunity for him to break through, Wu Chan stayed in the space that he named the first perspective of the Spirit Sea, through Xue Yan's eyes, he saw the flashing light, through Xue Yan's feelings, the same surging excitement like waves.

That kind of mood, as if, he is really the stone carver Xue Yan, even if he keeps repeating that he is Wu Chan, a small staff member of Wanchuang Industry in X City, but it is still inevitable, and it is really illusory to be stirred by the dream life that will come every night.

Watching Xue Yan holding the frozen jade like a demon, he sat day and night without eating, drinking, sitting for seven days, even if he knew that this was a dream, Wu Chan was still impressed by such courage.

Finally, Xue Yan moved, woke up from the general behavior of entering the meditation, took the knife that he treasured, and carved it on the jade bit by bit, in a trance, Wu Chan felt that such actions were extremely familiar, and it seemed that he often portrayed them like this.

In the almost endless years of dreams, Wu Chan, who could only stay in the spiritual sea, the only thing he could do was to treat himself as Xue Yan and follow Xue Yan through his life.

And now, the fun of Wu Chan is to look at the frozen jade-like jade, in Xue Yan's hands, Xue Yan used the carving knife in his hand to depict his beautiful curves little by little, little by little, from jade, metamorphosis to, dreamy and ethereal, like a fairy, a jade immortal.

"The sea of clouds in the east is empty, and the immortals haunt the empty light, are you empty light? It turns out that your name is Kong Ming! ”

Wu Chan, who was in the spiritual sea, was very surprised, the jade statue from under Xue Yan's knife was actually the jade immortal statue that he had never been able to find.

Perhaps, his familiarity with the jade immortal statue stems from this?

No, no, Wu Chan retorted to himself.

If the familiarity of the Jade Immortal Statue originates from the dream, then the dream must appear before the Immortal Statue, how can it appear after the Immortal Statue?

But if it's not the reason, then where does his familiarity with the immortal statue come from?

Xue Yan, who carved out the statue of the Jade Immortal, seemed to have invested all his spirit and spirit, but it was the year of the weak crown, and between the temples, it was already slightly white, but Xue Yan's expression was indeed extraordinarily calm, and all the previous depression dissipated and passed away at the moment when the Jade Immortal Statue was completed.

Xue Yan, who was carving out the jade immortal statue and breaking through the apprenticeship realm of the stone carver, should pack his bags and return to his teacher, but Xue Yan didn't know the reason, so he still chose to stay.

Every day and every night, he holds the statue of the Jade Immortal and does not let go, only during the day, he will put the statue of the Jade Immortal in the sachet, and then around the wooden house built, peach trees are constantly planted.

Until the peach trees overflowed the mountain and covered the whole land, when Xue Yan stopped, the peach forest, which was still just a seedling, sprouted and bloomed in an instant, and a large area of light pink peach blossoms, like flower clusters, was adorned with branches, which was really full of flowers.

The overly illusory scenery of 'suddenly like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms' made Xue Yan, who was already standing tall, laugh heartily, laughing heartily, revealing a burst of joy, as if he had completed some sacred sacrifice.

Wu Chan, who was in the spiritual sea of Xue Yan, looked at Xue Yan holding the jade immortal statue with both hands, and looked at the jade statue with reverent affection, that expression, how focused and focused, "Kong Ming, I know, I know, Taolin, is so suitable for you." ”

Actually, if you want Wu Chan to say, this Xue Yan is really strange, he said that it is Xue Yan is not bad, after all, Xue Yan thinks and thinks, he knows, but he has never figured out why the crazy Xue Yan built the peach forest, he has never understood what is the connection between the peach forest and the jade immortal statue.

The days that followed seemed to fly by, and Xue Yan, who had passed by the years, finally left from the peach forest, and just like when he came, he didn't bring anything with him except a bag full of knives and dry food.

Yes, even the statue of the Jade Immortal that he never left his hand day and night was left in the wooden house in the peach forest by Xue Yan, but when he came and went, it was the same that Xue Yan was still in an anxious mood.

Because of Xue Yan, he felt that his dearest master seemed to have a short life.

Xue Yan, who returned to his homeland, saw the master for the last time, although he felt a little guilty for not returning for many years, Xue Yan could also say proudly to the master, worthy of the master's teaching, he is already the same as the master, the master of stone carving.

The hair is white, and he is no longer able to hold the hand of the carving knife, trembling and stroking the snow between the temples of Xue Yan, the old man's expression is stable, without a trace of fear of death, only the comfort that his child is still safe, "Xue Yan my son, I haven't congratulated you on becoming a master of stone carving, and the master will not be able to accompany you in the future." ”

"No, master, father, don't leave me."

There was no longer the breath of the old man, Xue Yan finally couldn't control it, tears flowed, roared, and called for his father, who had already returned.

Funeral the old man as a parent, Xue Yan, once again bid farewell to the homeland of the Cun Zài who had no nostalgia for him.

Perhaps, the people who are focused on moving forward on a road, and those who are not nostalgic will eventually leave alone.

Just like the old man, before Xue Yan passed away, only the jade immortal statue named Kong Ming accompanied him.

Xue Yan, who is as rotten as a dead wood, lying on the wooden bed of the wooden house, outside the window, is a peach forest full of untimely snow in the shape of the clouds that are gorgeous to the extreme, this is winter, untimely, but it is never the snow, but the peach blossoms that are too bewitching.

In the hands of dead wood, what is clenched is the jade immortal statue that is still ethereal and dusty, like a fairy.

Xue Yan's dry and cracked lips opened slightly, and she looked at the jade immortal figure in her hand with difficulty, "Kong Ming, I also want to, leave you alone, it's like, I leave the master alone, and the master also leaves me alone, Kong Ming, is it, to death, don't you want to, let me see what you look like?" ”

There was silence in the wooden house for a while, except for the difficult gasps of the dying old Xue Yan.

The cloudy eyes were glowing with water, and when a teardrop rolled down Xue Yan's eyes and fell down his thin cheeks, he, Xue Yan's breath, had been cut off.

And Wu Chan in Xue Yan's spiritual sea, but still alive, when Xue Yan's breath was cut off, he saw it, he saw it through Xue Yan's eyes, the jade-colored immortal statue, exuding white light, disappeared from Xue Yan's hand, beside Xue Yan's bed, transformed into an immortal, looking at Xue Yan, the indifferent jade pupils, revealing an incomprehensible meaning, seemed to want to reach out to brush away the tears on Xue Yan's cheeks, but in the end, he still put down his hand, like light smoke, disappeared into the wooden house.

All that remained in the wooden house was the faint murmur of the immortal as it drifted away.

Wu Chan woke up from the dream again, in a cold sweat, he clutched his chest tightly, and his ears were still echoing, the whisper of the Jade Immortal, yes, he didn't hear it wrong, the Jade Immortal, what he said, what he said was Wu Chan, it was his name, it was not wrong, it would not be wrong.

Why did the Jade Immortal call his name, such a question has no meaning, Xue Yan's life is over, but it is not the end of Wu Chan.

He is Wu Chan, he is also Xue Yan, Xue Yan and Wu Chan have always been one person.

Xue Yan? Xue Yan has never been a name, the stone carver has always been Wu Chan, Xue Yan, never his word, stone carver Wu Chan, the word Xue Yan, born because of the snow, Xue Yan who died because of the snow.

Xue Yan's life was never a dream, it was his past life, it was his past life.

Wu Chan wiped off the sweat on his forehead and laboriously accepted, that in modern times, it has never been scientific in the past, if there are bricks who say that reincarnation or something is superstition, Wu Chan absolutely spat at their faces, don't be blind if you don't understand, reincarnation is not what you want to have, say that you can have something.

Xu is all the qiē was finally digested by Wu Chan, or almost digested, and all the future and past events were sorted out in a clear Wu Chan, jumped barefoot from the bed, and called out heartbreakingly to the empty bedroom except for him.

"Kong Ming, I know you're here, I know, I know everything, please come out, please, don't treat me like this, come out, come out, please."

Wu Cicada's shouts continued, echoing in the bedroom, naturally, it was also heard by Kong Ming who was hidden in the house, but he didn't want to, Kong Ming just teased the dream tapir little cute thing that was also hiding in the house, and he was deaf to Wu Chan's shouts, and seemed to be completely indifferent to it.

The poor one was rubbed by the appearance of the fairy on the inside and the inside of the hand. The abusive dream tapir has nowhere to complain, there is nowhere to complain, and there is nowhere to complain, so it can only stand up like a corpse and still be defiled at will by the empty light whose combat effectiveness is almost broken. staining its holy body.

"Woo, the table touches there, the immortals, well, that's it, let it go, is he?"

As I said last time, the dream tapir looks slightly ugly, resembles a rhinoceros, only a few minutes in size of a rhinoceros, but the nose is prominent, shaped like an elephant's trunk, and the toes of the limbs are slender and sharp, the most strange thing is that the forelimbs have four toes, and the hind limbs only have three toes, the most unacceptable thing is that it is also similar to a rhinoceros, the whole body has skin and no hair, and ordinary people really can't hold it.

But can it be said that a certain pseudo-immortal still tastes so strange and good?

Rubbing the skin of the dream tapir's whole body like a bath, he didn't even let go of some shameful places, and finally under the dream tapir's constant begging for mercy, or rather, the empty light that satisfied his own feelings, finally let go of the dream tapir, and ignored the dream tapir that was far away from him, as if to answer it, and seemed to be talking to himself.

"Laissez-faire? How so? It's just a little closer, of course, waiting for the end of the next time! ”

"Is it really not there? How so? It's supposed to be there, why not? How can it not be? ”

looked at Wu Chan, who was finally tired, watched him sit on the ground, watched him stare blankly at his palms, and listened to him chanting words.

Kong Ming floated above Wu Chan, lowered his eyes, half-covered his jade-colored pupils, and looked indifferently at the qiē he caused on the ground.

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