Following the sound of the flute, the cicada went deep into the peach blossom forest little by little, the more inside, the more lush the peach blossoms, the emerald green branches are full of peach blossoms, looking at it, it is like a cloud of peach blossoms, beautiful. The petals sprinkled with flowers are thickly spread all over the land, forming a carpet of flowers, and stepping on it with one foot is fluffy and soft, so uncomfortable.

Gradually, the field of vision widened a lot, and in front of Wu Chan's eyes, a huge peach tree appeared, the thick trunk required about two or three people to hug, and the crown full of peach blossoms was like a giant umbrella, dreamy, almost false.

And the sound of the flute heard by Wu Chan was played by the person sitting under the trunk of the tree.

The man was dressed in a jade-colored wide-sleeved brocade robe, holding a hole flute in his slender hand, revealing a piece of frozen jade-like wrists, and under the hem of the shirt was a pair of jade lotus barefoot, one leg was on the ground, and the other leg was bent, so he couldn't see the person's expression clearly, but Wu Chan was also very clear, and the person's idleness was intoxicated.

Wu Chan walked towards the man step by step, and when he was still seven or eight steps away from the man, Wu Chan finally noticed Wu Chan, the moving sound of the flute stopped, the man gently held the hole flute between his legs, his head turned slightly, and his long jade-colored hair shook gently with his movements.

The man turned his face to Wu Chan, and completely let Wu Chan see the man.

Wu Chan thought, he must have come to the fairyland, otherwise, how could he see the Jade Immortal?

Jade-colored brocade clothes, jade-colored skin, jade-colored long hair, jade-colored eyes, jade-colored thin lips, and even the waistband with a narrow waist and hanging satin are all frozen jade, the whole is like transparent white jade, only a little cinnabar mole in the center of the eyebrows is red and dazzling.

Wu Chan didn't move, and the jade immortal just looked at him with jade-like empty eyes.

It took a long time for Wu Chan to find himself back from a trance, and scratched his hair a little embarrassed and nervous, as if talking to him was a kind of stain on him, "That, hello, I accidentally got lost, excuse me, do you know how to get out of here?" ”

The clear eyes of the jade immortal finally moved away from Wu Chan's body, watching a petal of peach blossoms drifting from the branches to the ground with the wind, and the thin jade lips opened lightly, as if talking to himself, and seemed to talk to Wu Chan, "This mountain of peach blossoms has bloomed year after year, you say, is it beautiful?" ”

As he was talking, a gust of wind blew, swinging the petals of the branches, and also raising the hair of the jade immortal.

The peach blossoms are flying, the jade people are pleasant, this scene is so beautiful that Wu Chan's heart is beating wildly, and he opens his mouth in a trance, but he doesn't know whether he is talking about scenery or people, "Beauty, beauty." ”

On the indifferent face of the jade immortal, a light smile was raised, as if he had said something, but Wu Chan found that his eyes were gradually blurred, and the beautiful scenery here gradually changed back to white mang, and Wu Chan, who wanted to hear what the jade immortal said, unconsciously shouted, "What? What did you say? ”

Wu Chan sat up, found that he was in front of him with a familiar home, turned his head to look, but found that he was sitting on the floor of the living room at home, and the side of his head was painful, reminding him that the qiē just now was just what he dreamed of when he was unconscious.

Lowering his head and rubbing his head, Wu Chan's eyes scattered, and he couldn't believe that the scene that was so real just now was actually just a dream when he was in a daze, "It's so real, even the fragrance of flowers seems to be still in the nasal cavity, how can it be, how can it be a dream?" ”

Wu Chan probably thought of something, and slapped his head with his hand fiercely, not even feeling that he touched his aching brain, "Damn, what does that immortal look like?" Why can't I remember? ”

"So, is it really just a dream?" Probably really couldn't remember, Wu Chan hung his arms in despair and weakness, and was stunned in frustration.

Returning to the empty light of the jade statue, he suddenly discovered a fact that was far from the deity, in the memory of the deity, the illusion constructed by the deity can be determined by the deity to stop the end time, which is equivalent to the god of the illusion, but he can't control it freely, so that he didn't want to end the illusion, but it automatically disintegrated because of Wu Chan's imminent awakening.

The small jade statue's jade-colored earlobes are full of silver-gray patterns, and from them stretches out a pair of small hands that are not delicate and delicate, and a pair of round mini eyes.

Looking at the family goods that have been magnified countless times, the task goal is as huge as the mountain on the side of the coffee table, and the delicate children's voice sounded in Kongming's ears, [Shengsheng, Shengsheng, what did you do just now? Why did that thing go wrong? 】

I didn't want to lie back in the rotten box at all, and stood by the backpack very idly, not afraid of what kind of horror Wu Chan would have when she found out that the jade statue would come out automatically, [It's nothing, it's just a test of the newly acquired skills, and, I remember I said, you are not allowed to speak at will, right?] 】

Well, the cups that cowered back into the earlobe pattern could really be ignored.

Wu Chan was no longer in a daze, but his fighting spirit was high, he held his head high and his chest high, ignoring the surroundings, taking vigorous steps, walking towards ignorance, and talking to himself all the way, "Since it's a dream, can't you see it if you dream again?" Really, I'm still struggling with it for a long time. ”

Lying in bed, I couldn't sleep for a long time, and suddenly, Wu Chan felt as if I had forgotten something very important, but what was it? He didn't seem to be able to remember it again, he always felt that he was fluttering, like he didn't have roots, half-asleep, as if he was not awake.

A flash of jade color flashed in the darkness, and Wu Chan suddenly remembered the jade statue that he had forgotten to the back of his head.

Wu Chan jumped out of bed, didn't even have time to put on slippers, stumbled and hurriedly ran back to the living room, looking at the backpacks, boxes and jade statues standing there scattered on the ground, Wu Chan was a little confused, "Have I already taken out the jade statue?" Strange, I can't remember, what happened today, I feel like I'm really clueless. ”

Holding up the jade statue, Wu Chan looked at the red cinnabar mole on the delicate jade statue, and felt very familiar, not only in Cai Cai's hands, he seemed to have seen it in several places, but it made him think about it, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

At a loss, Wu Chan didn't know if he had a nightmare or what's wrong, he just touched the jade statue carefully, inch by inch, focused and meticulous, as if there was a knife that fit him very well, he held it in his hand, waiting, waiting for the carving on the jade.

The fingertips stabbed, and he put down the jade statue blankly, Wu Chan looked at his unscarred right middle finger, although he was in a trance, but the fingertips just now did have the feeling of being pierced by something, so real, even if he looked at the smooth fingers, the tingling sensation still remained on the fingertips.

"Perhaps, I've been dreaming? Now all the qiē, or is it a dream? ”

There are always times and things that make people unable to distinguish between the real and the false, or they don't want to wake up from the unreal, or they can't escape from the unreal.

And Wu Chan, a rough man who can't distinguish between truth and falsehood, is very refreshing, and continues to meet Zhou Gong, no, he will go to Taoyuan Immortals.

When Wu Chan dreamed of returning to the bedroom to meet the immortals, the jade statue he placed on the coffee table came to life again, but when he saw the jade man raise his arms, dust, dusting his jade-colored brocade clothes, his phoenix eyes were slightly closed, his eyebrows were deeply locked, and his elegant and indifferent face was full of disgust and disgust.

"Damn, the feeling of being a jade statue is really unpleasant." Especially when he was obscenely held in his hand and stroked.

Kong Ming controlled the jade statue of the body and flew into the air, swaying and hiding the jade statue in the gap between the locker and the vase, and then sank into the darkness indifferently.

He definitely didn't hide himself because he was caught in his hands and was very unhappy, this was for the mission, yes, yes, because of the mission, he hid himself.

No matter how good his cleanliness gets, Kong Ming, who is disgusted and hated by being caught in his hands and threatened by others, has made excuses for his actions, and Ben's plan to pull Wu Chan into the illusion again has also run aground.

Hawkers, just for the time being, let him be an ostrich for a while, anyway, he always has to stick his head out to face reality.

Contrary to the ostrich's emptiness, Wu Chan did not dream of the splendid peach source and the dreamy and touching jade immortal again, he just became a person, an ancient, an ancient man called a stone carver.

It is said that it has changed, but it is better to say that he is seeing it from the first point of view, but it is the feeling from the perspective of God. It's like a person's second personality, although it is also oneself, but the master controls the behavior and thinking.

"Xue Yan, have you ever thought clearly?"

The old man who spoke, with pale eyebrows and beard, but his body wrapped in dark brown short clothes, had an explosive power comparable to that of a young man, which seemed to be the master of the stone carver, even if he just looked at it with a pair of eyes, he could clearly feel that the master's love and concern for him made Wu Chan, who had not seen his parents for a long time, suddenly miss his parents' nagging.

Wu Chan heard the stone carver who seemed to be named Xue Yan, and said slowly but firmly in a very familiar voice, "Master, I have been feeling it for a long time, my breakthrough opportunity is in the direction of the East China Sea, it will not be wrong, master, you know, I have been stuck in the bottleneck for more than a year, in vain, I really can't wait." ”

Listening to Xue Yan's words, the old man sighed, his eyebrows were stained with sadness, and it seemed that it was difficult to rest assured that he was about to leave home, "I have adopted you for nearly twenty years, and in a few days it will be your crown, how can you tell me to rest assured, let you find that slim opportunity alone......"

"Master, you are a great grandmaster, and as your only disciple, how can I not even break through the apprenticeship realm? I'm going to inherit your craftsmanship. The old man's sorrow also infected Xue Yan, who was about to leave his father-like master, and Xue Yan was also very sad, so sad that even Wu Chan was heartbroken.

The old man looked at the apprentice he had raised single-handedly, and suddenly remembered that when he was ten years old, he also made such a firm request to become a stone carver, "Okay, you go, the road ahead is hard, no matter what, remember that there is a teacher behind you, waiting for you to return." ”

"Yes, master," Xue Yan bent her knees, and she already knelt down in front of the old man, her voice choked, "Master, the apprentice has gone, please take care of your master." ”

Then, with the sigh of the old man, he didn't look back, only Wu Chan knew how sad Xue Yan, who seemed to have abandoned a qiē, was sad in his heart, and said goodbye to the master who was like his biological father, just for the ethereal breakthrough opportunity.

Master, the apprentice will definitely become a stone carver, and never let those guys gossip about you behind your back.

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