ps0: There was ambiguity in a single chapter last night.,It's not about cutting the mathematical branch.,It's about cutting the mathematical "mess in" in the sense of [literary style], that is, obscure information.。 Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

PS1: Reshape the character period, the style is slightly serious, forgive me...... After this period, it will return to a relaxed and warm year

PS2: The plot of this chapter continues at the end of chapter 228, that is, after Su Mufeng and Sima Guanyue have just entered the dream world.

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Phoenix Cloud Boat, Quiet Room.

Su Mufeng, who was sleeping fragrantly, was covering the quilt and lying quietly on the bed.

On the edge of the bed, Han Fei and Li were confused.

After a while, Han Fei hesitated: "Leave, you say, could it be that Mr. dreamed of Xun Sheng?"

At this moment, about ten minutes have passed since the special "psychological teaching" on the outer deck.

But Su Mufeng, who said that he was going to carry out the next lesson in his dream, did not wake up after falling asleep, no matter how Han Fei and Li screamed.

It's no wonder that Han Fei thinks that his husband has dreamed of Xun Qing-sir, who is obviously immersed in the gentleness of the sage's sister.

"Uh...... Probably, right? Li's expression was a little subtle.

Hearing Li's words, Han Fei silently glanced at his husband and sighed helplessly.

After a while, she said softly, "Then let Mr. rest for a while...... I'm going to brush up on my homework. ”

The cold air of early autumn filled the air, and the coolness was overwhelming, and the girl gently put the quilt on Su Mufeng, and walked out of the room cautiously without making any sound.

Looking at the somewhat lonely back, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but stopped again.

When the door was shut, silence returned.

Only

"Dreams?" Away from muttering to himself.

No, it's not. Something must have gone wrong.

In the silhouette of the memory that has not yet been yellowed, a sincere smile is faintly visible...... Although they are a little unserious on weekdays, Mr. treats them as if they were his own. Even if he dreamed of Xun Sheng, Mr. would not leave them for no reason.

She rubbed her temples, and Su Mufeng's previous teachings echoed in her mind.

"The origin of dreams is the interaction of the human subconscious......"

Under the rational outline, fragments of words are gradually intertwined into a complete mystery, which emerges in the bottom of Li's heart.

It turns out that is the case?

The blazing white light flickered, and he leaned down, collided with Su Mufeng's forehead, and closed his eyes.

Pale golden streamers appeared in the void.

The girl's voice, with a hint of worry and concern, echoed in the air.

"Sir, wake up......"

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When you fell asleep, she whispered in the dream, are you awake?

……

It sounds like the most romantic thing in the world.

"But, girl, can your expression be a little cuter?" Su Mufeng picked up the teacup, took a sip, and sighed.

On the opposite side of the tea case, the cold and indifferent girl was unmoved, and said lightly: "You are awake."

- Su Mufeng covered his face, and Temeow was not romantic at all.

The strange girl in front of her, only twenty-eight years old, had a delicate and beautiful face, and her silver holy robe outlined her proud figure. But the machine-like cold look makes that beauty like an iceberg in the Arctic Ocean that does not melt all year round.

The girl's coldness made Su Mufeng think of Xun Qing.

But the iceberg attribute of the sage sister and this girl are not the same thing at all.

Behind Xun Qing's indifferent face, there is a fragile and soft heart, crying, fearing, natural, and arrogant...... Very cute big sister.

- But this strange girl is cold to the bone marrow, as if she has no feelings at all.

"The soldier is a false saint, Sima Guanyue."

The girl's voice was as indifferent as her expression.

Su Mufeng raised his eyebrows, "Sure enough, is it another trap for the soldiers?" This time, I didn't even let go of a dream. ”

Yes, dreams.

Around the tea case, there was only an endless mist, which was Su Mufeng's dream on the phoenix cloud boat.

It was originally a psychology classroom prepared for Han Fei and Li, but before it took shape, it was invaded by this Miss Moon Watcher.

This style of undeclared war does have a bit of a shadow of the soldier saint behind it.

Su Mufeng's fingertips tapped on the tea case, "Sima Guanyue...... Is it the Spring and Autumn Period, the descendant of the sage Sima of the military family? ”

"My father's soldier is saintly, and my mother's mother is Sima's."

Sima Guanyue said lightly: "This trip to Guanyue has nothing to do with the dispute over the Holy Dao, just for the sake of the face of the soldiers."

The ...... of the Soldier Saint Daughter?

You look so cute? It's not metaphysics!

Su Mufeng was slightly stunned, "Personal? ”

Or is it Lao Su's next door?

“……”

Rao was a void saint girl's calmness, and under the full malice that Su Mufeng unintentionally revealed, a trace of anger flashed between his eyebrows.

“…… Su Sheng, please respect yourself. ”

Sensing the faint murderous aura in the air, Su Mufeng coughed lightly and changed the topic: "I don't know what game Miss Guanyue has prepared this time?"

Sima Guanyue didn't say a word, and silently looked at the sky in the distance.

In an instant, the vast mist slowly dispersed, and the huge water mirror was reflected in the sky, and the image it refracted was......

"Han Fei?" Su Mufeng's expression changed slightly.

In the reflection of the water mirror, it is Han Fei's figure!

On the outer deck of the Phoenix Cloud Boat, Han Fei was standing in the cold wind at the top of the firmament, carrying the wings of the Mo family, looking into the sky.

A white robe, a three-foot green edge, and a cold look on the girl, she is already under the spirit of "Chivalrous Journey".

Beside her, dozens of elites from the Jixia School Palace were also wearing Tianxing wings and were waiting for them.

And above the vast canopy.

The disciples of the soldiers, the battle formation is all together, and the murderous spirit is overflowing.

……

……

"Please Su Sheng don't have to worry about Han Fei's safety for the time being, Guanyue has no other intentions, he just wants to play a game of chess with Su Sheng."

Sima Guanyue's voice fell into Su Mufeng's ears, "Father returned from the Jixia School Palace, and Shengji was damaged...... Even if he was to blame, after all, there was a blood bond, and Guanyue had to save some face for his father. ”

"Yiqi is elegant, if you win a game of chess against Su Sheng, you will retire from Guanyue."

Su Mufeng was silent, and after a while, he smiled faintly and said, "What if I don't play with you?"

Sima Guanyue glanced at Han Fei between the water mirrors and did not speak.

"Really? I see......"

The corners of Su Mufeng's mouth were slightly hooked, his smile became brighter and brighter, and he applauded gently.

perfect！

Perfect for the impotence!

This Miss Moon Gazer is really a smart child of ice and snow.

It's so cute......

Let Su Mufeng want to play-bad-her!

"Miss Guanyue, threaten me with that child...... Do you want to die? ”

Accompanied by a sunny smile, a faint murderous aura permeated Su Mufeng's body.

Sima Guanyue was indifferent, and the word fear never seemed to exist in her dictionary, "Once you enter the army, life and death are out of the way." ”

"Haha......" Su Mufeng held his forehead with his right hand and laughed softly.

The moment his hand was lowered, his expression returned to indifference.

"The game—"

"Let's go."

The two voices of cold and indifferent echoed in the vast white mist at the same moment.

The next moment.

The vast fog as far as the eye can see has dissipated!

The vast land showed its true face under the feet of Su Mufeng and Sima Guanyue.

The mountains and rivers of Shenzhou are the plates, and the post roads and rivers are the roads, intertwining the vertical and horizontal streamers, dividing the whole land into a vast chessboard!

Countless ancient terracotta warriors and horses stand on both sides of the Yangtze River! (To be continued.) )