In the small quiet room, the lights swayed and shadows, and Sima Guanyue's soft voice was still echoing. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Although I don't like my father's style very much, but after all, we have a kinship bond, and he returned from the school palace under the Jixia Academy, and I have to do something."

Sima Guanyue sighed, and seemed to remember the grizzled and defeated appearance of the soldier saint when he went home.

- Yes, Bingsheng, Sima Guanyue's father.

This is also the reason why Miss Guanyue traveled thousands of miles from Qin to Su Mufeng's side.

Otherwise, she came to find a saint's stubble when she was full? As one of the three saints of the military family, the rule-maker of the Zhongzhou strategic holographic online game "Spring and Autumn Warring States", Miss Guanyue never fights uncertain battles.

On the side, the deputy general girl Yi Anruo said cautiously: "Under the Void Saint Crown, can the dream you said really be better than Su Sheng?" ”

If Yi An could understand Sima Guanyue's caution - it was obvious that in the case of the return of the Soldier Saint, the Void Saint Guanyue, who had always been insulated from the word "risk", would definitely not appear in front of Su Mufeng in person.

But excluding the tactics of head-to-head confrontation, any conspiracy against a saint seems too absurd.

Can the so-called "dream" really be able to surrender without a fight?

Sima Guanyue smiled, and just wanted to ask a question, but was suddenly stunned.

Her fingertips rubbed the Wang Qi in her hand and waited for a long time.

"It's strange, Su Sheng is about to fall asleep...... It's lazy, it's not too late. ”

With a smile, her gaze cast to the far east, seeming to penetrate the walls of the silent chamber and come to the phoenix cloud boat at the top of the firmament.

"Okay, let's start early."

Sima Guanyue put down Wang Qi, slowly got up, and walked out of the quiet room.

In the hall outside the door, seventeen scribes in Tsing Yi fell to their knees on one knee.

Sima Guanyue's voice echoed in the hall, and his tone was already solemn.

"Declare the order, the seventeen disciples of the Sima clan of the soldier family, go with me on the expedition."

"-- Obey the Holy Order."

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The world of dreams

A vast white mist covered the sky and the earth, making it impossible to see anything.

Sima Guanyue walked in the white mist, calmly, behind him, Yi Anruo and seventeen disciples of the military family followed, but their expressions were a little confused and puzzled.

Finally, Yi Anruo couldn't help but speak: "Under the Void Saint Crown, this is Su Sheng's dream?" Why fog? ”

Sima Guanyue said calmly: "If there is no problem with Zhuang Sheng's theory, then the cause of this fog is that his will has not yet awakened, and this dream is still in the process of germination and shaping. ”

"Zhuang Sheng's theory?" Yi Anruo was slightly stunned and said, "I see...... Is this where the faith lies under the false crown? ”

Sima Guanyue smiled, "Zhuang Sheng has no attachment to the world, he has traveled in dreams all his life, one dream is a butterfly, one dream is a saint, I don't know how many times I have spent my mortal life in a dream. ”

"The world of dreams, in the eyes of that saint, no longer has any puzzles."

The girl gently stretched out her hand, her fingertips touching the white mist, "As Zhuang Sheng said, the master of dreams is the potential will of man. This represents the truest side of man, where all desires and darkness are hidden in dreams. ”

"A soldier has a word, knows himself and knows his opponent, and he will not be defeated in a hundred battles."

"What better way to understand everything about Su Sheng than to sneak into Su Sheng's dream?"

Yi Anruo frowned slightly and said, "Your Majesty the Void Saint, since this is Su Sheng's dream realm and is controlled by him, then isn't he the Heavenly Dao of this world?" How can we possibly compete with the Heavenly Dao? ”

Sima Guanyue was stunned, smiled, and said, "An Ruo, you're thinking too much." The master of dreams is the latent will of man, but it is eternally asleep, with no real mind at all, but chaos. ”

"Unless Su Sheng, like Zhuang Sheng, has thoroughly penetrated the mysteries of dreams, can he soberly control his dreams and incarnate into the Dao of Heaven."

"But...... Is this possible? ”

The girl shook her head and said, "There are both the semi-saint positions of the Mathematical Saint Dao and the Legalist Family, and the Void Saint Talent of the Confucianism and Ink Soldiers-Su Sheng's Heavenly Vertical Talent is already a miracle, I don't believe it, he still has the energy to study the ethereal dream." ”

"So, I chose to take a gamble."

“…… I've never lost either, have I? ”

The breeze blew, raising Sima Guanyue's green silk, and she stroked it behind her back, smiling.

On the side, Yi Anruo blinked.

――For some reason, looking at Sima Guanyue, who had a face of "hahahaha, Bensheng is the number one gambling god in Central Continent", the girl shuddered.

…… Is foreboding an illusion?

……

Finally.

A group of nineteen people came to the center of the vast white mist.

Sima Guanyue closed his eyes slightly, "Su Sheng's will is about to awaken." ”

Yi Anruo was a little nervous, "Your Void Crown, do we need to prepare something?" What might Su Sheng's dream look like? ”

"You don't need to prepare, just be calm." Sima Guanyue said with a smile: "As for Su Sheng's dream...... Hmmm......"

The girl pondered for a moment and hesitated: "According to Zhuang Sheng's words, everyone's dreams are magnificent and fantastic, and they are not the same, but at least, the source is the residual impression of the day in reality. ”

"I think about it day and dream it night."

"Probably, Su Sheng will dream of Jixia School Palace, right? Hasn't he been under the grass all this time? At most, the subconscious will make a certain distortion of the layout of the school palace. ”

"Or, is it the Phoenix Cloud Boat?"

Hearing this, Yi Anruo put his mind at ease, "As long as it's not a desperate situation in Middle-earth......"

Sima Guanyue smiled slightly, and then said casually: "He woke up." ”

Yi Anruo's expression changed, but when he saw that his young lady was not nervous, his mood gradually eased - it was just the Jixia School Palace in his dream, and it was not that he had never been there, what was there to fear?

And the seventeen disciples of the soldier family also had the same thoughts, and even had some expectations, and they all cast curious eyes on the white mist.

In the vastness of everything, the white mist gradually dissipated.

The next moment.

The true face of Su Sheng's dream is presented in front of everyone's eyes.

……

……

“……”

Miss Guanyue's touching smile stiffened.

She blinked.

It's still the same thing.

“…… Ay? ”

Miss Guanyue muttered dumbly.

…… It looks very pitiful.

Behind him, Yi Anruo and the seventeen disciples of the military family seemed to have been struck by lightning, petrified in the wind.

the groove.

What the heck.

the groove.

What the hell.

In everyone's minds, there are 100,000 Ultramans rushing in groups on the Earth-Moon orbit.

In front of the poor soldiers' shoes.

The bustling southern metropolis is living as usual every day.

Among the skyscrapers, the bustling crowd flows endlessly.

A Doraemon wearing a bamboo dragonfly flew in front of the group, waved his hands, and smiled.

"Good morning~"

Soldiers: "......"

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