opened his big misty eyes and looked at Yang Wenyao, who looked quite normal. The pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info rubbed Yang Wenyao's hand holding it: "Uncle Roll didn't eat the medicinal herbs you dug in, na, they are all planted there." By the way, isn't it time for this robot to be updated, the medicinal materials will not be planted, and Uncle Rolling will have to do it himself. ”

With a wave of his short hand, Yang Wenyao looked over and saw all kinds of precious medicinal herbs growing happily in the soil.

Touching her little head, Yang Wenyao's heart moved, and she came to the newly planted medicinal herbs, and looked at it with a smile. Now the medicinal materials for the fourth stage of physical cultivation have been collected.

Speaking of alchemy, Yang Wenyao looked at the Dan furnace placed next to these medicinal materials with a complicated expression, it was lying there quietly, and the complicated patterns outlined a simple atmosphere. Soon, Yang Wenyao restrained her emotions and began to carefully check today's harvest - if she could, she would be able to open the furnace for alchemy after watering the spiritual spring water a few times and the medicinal materials reached their age limit.

According to her eagerness, Yang Wenyao took a bath in the jasper pool again, and only after washing away her tiredness did she leave the space.

Tonight, she decided not to practice and take a good rest. I haven't slept for a long time, maybe it's because of the jade carving beauty by the Lingquan, she remembered the Mo Qinghua in the square.

Yang Wenyao found herself in a strange place, here, about a ruined ancient battlefield. There was no one, and occasionally three or two weeds swayed in the wind.

In the wind, Yang Wenyao was startled. Originally, she thought it was a dream, but she could feel the wind. So what's going on now? Illusion?

Before she could figure out the result, the scene changed, with clear soldiers on both sides, earth-shattering shouts, and war drums. This is the most primitive battlefield.

Soon, an abrupt figure on the battlefield appeared in front of Yang Wenyao's eyes, wrapped in a red battle uniform, and his hair was tied high. It was unusually dazzling in the entire battlefield.

Yang Wenyao thought, if it weren't for her strong strength, she probably wouldn't dare to wear such a dazzling color. What's more, depending on the situation, this woman is still a general. If you don't stand out from the crowd, how dare you use yourself as a target?

About the two generals have fought more times, and they are very familiar with each other. I saw the woman in red raising her hand and whipping straight at the other party. I don't know why, with her eyesight, she can't see the face of the man who fought with the woman in red.

The two chieftains fought, and all the soldiers watched the battle. For them, the competition of generals before the war is extremely important. At this time, the two people who are fighting against each other are familiar with each other's advantages and disadvantages, and the battle time is infinitely extended.

Maybe for a moment, or maybe for a long time, the woman in red gradually lost some energy. The generals of the other side didn't know what they were thinking, so they actually withdrew their troops.

Maybe it was because of temptation, or because she trusted the other party's character, the woman didn't think much about it, and turned around to leave. On the back of the woman's invisible, arrows galloped all the way.

Yang Wenyao shouted loudly, hoping to arouse the woman's vigilance. Of course, what Yang Wenyao did was useless, and the woman shook off the arrow with a long whip with her backhand because of the sharp sound of breaking the air. But he can't help the people closest to him to plot.

Bright red blood flowed from the tip of the sword on his chest. Yang Wenyao looked at the woman's unwillingness, despair, and disbelief, as if she was empathetic. Yang Wenyao felt that she had never had such a rich emotional perception. The emotions that overwhelmed her were churning and fermenting in her heart.

She watched the woman in red being killed by her deputy, and watched the soldiers watch the woman's death indifferently. They threw her on the battlefield, ready to expose her to the wilderness... Sleep on this ruined battlefield.

At this point, Yang Wenyao woke up, and she couldn't even be sure if it was a dream or the environment. Large drops of cold sweat slipped down his white forehead, wetting his hair and pajamas. This is a situation she has never encountered in two lifetimes, and now she is a little confused. Thinking of the face of the woman in red, I can't remember a single star.

He let out the rolling in the space and hugged it tightly in his arms. Her instincts told her that her life seemed to be dividing from Ruoya and going down a very different path.

Feeling Yang Wenyao's dazedness, it was rare that she didn't come out to brush her existence, but just stayed quietly in her arms.

In the middle of the sound, Yang Wenyao, who was meditating, moved, since there would be no peaceful and comfortable life, what she needed now was to seize the time to cultivate. Whether it's a dream or an illusion, it's always her lack of strength that can't be broken.

She didn't sleep anymore, and sure enough, she was relaxing her cultivation in the past few days, and she couldn't even stand the way of heaven, so she had a dream to remind her.

When Qi Yue came to the hotel, Yang Wenyao was doing physical exercise with the training equipment He Wei had prepared for her. Although it is not as good as the effect of the exercise room, it is better than nothing, and you must know that cultivation is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat.

greeted Qi Yue with a smile and motioned for her to be casual first. I will complete the prescribed items by myself.

"Sister Yue, where is it today? When I came, I saw a few statues in the square, let's go and have a look. I'm quite interested in that. Thinking of the dream, Yang Wenyao always felt that it was related to the statues in the square.

"Okay, then our first stop is the square." Although she didn't know what was worth Yang Wenyao care about. But her original intention was just to let Yang Wenyao know this place, and she wouldn't feel lonely because she went to a strange place alone.

So the two of them started a day trip to the periphery of Ruoya. The center is still inaccessible, because Yang Wenyao is not a formal student of Ruoya at the moment.

Standing behind the humanoid statue, looking at Mo Qinghua's back. Yang Wenyao was almost certain that this Mo Qinghua was the woman in her dream. Thinking about it, I think it's impossible, the war in the early days of the establishment of the Star Covenant was not with humans. Rather, with the alien. So what is the war in her dreams? What is that feeling of empathy for?

Looking at the statue in front of her blankly, Yang Wenyao fell into deep thought. You may say that it is just a dream, thinking about it day and dreaming at night. However, as a monk, you can control your consciousness very well. Take Yang Wenyao in her previous life as an example, she has lived as a monk for more than 500 years, and she has never had ten dreams in total.

"Doll, let's go to the next scenic spot now. It's just a statue, nothing to look at. With that, Qi Yue hurriedly dragged Yang Wenyao away.

At the moment when Yang Wenyao turned around, Mo Qinghua's eyes seemed to emit a bright light. Of course, it could also be caused by the refraction of light - after all, Mo Qinghua's eyes were set with precious stones.

"I'm fine, Sister Yue, don't you think that statue looks familiar?" Yang Wenyao looked at Qi Yue, who was worried, and found a topic.

"......" is eight points similar to yourself, can you not be familiar? Qi Yue rolled her eyes angrily. (To be continued.) )