Several dreams appeared in Murong Qiu's sleep, which may or may not be related. At first, it was a temple, and a man in black looked at the world through the clouds, and when he raised his hand, it was a raging storm. The temple was empty, he was alone in a world, and he was the only one in that world. Then there was a spring flower and autumn moon, and he spent the moon before and after the moon, but he couldn't see the woman's face clearly. The scene then changed, it seemed to be a battle, and the anger in the eyes of the man in black soared, and he no longer saw the tenderness before.

Murong Qiu woke up to the sound of war drums, looked out the window, and a ray of starlight flashed by. He closed his eyes and planned to continue sleeping, but suddenly opened his eyes, Starlight? What starlight is so close in the middle of the night?

He held his breath and followed the starlight. Seeing the scene in front of him, he realized that the starlight just now was the eyes of an animal. It turned out that there were so many demons in the palace, and he couldn't have imagined it. It is an abandoned cold palace, because the emperor died, most of the concubines in the palace were buried, so part of the palace was abandoned, this cold palace has a big courtyard, only a few trees are planted in the courtyard, and there are several stone tables and stone benches scattered. At this moment, the courtyard was crowded with all kinds of animals, and the leader was a white fox, they were discussing something, Murong Qiu was far away, and he couldn't hear clearly.

This strange scene sent chills down his spine, and he and his master both thought that the dragon qi had come out and the demons had dispersed, but he didn't know that there were so many left. He listened intently to their words, when suddenly a low whistling sounded faintly from far and near. Then there was the sound of the wings vibrating, and it was clear from the sound that the wings were very large, and that the owners of the wings must be quite large. He turned his head, his eyes wide, and he saw a monster. He really thought it was a monster, and although he didn't see what it looked like, the wings that covered the sky were really scary. The monster flew over his head, completely obscuring the entire sky.

What is that? Murong Qiu's heart was beating a drum, he was definitely powerless to resist when facing that thing. What to do? He looked at the monster's huge claws, imagining that if he were under its claws, he would be crushed in an instant. Murong Qiu has already learned how to retreat these days, he is no longer the competitive child he was when he first went up the mountain, thinking that the whole world was born for him. He quickly raised his sword, jumped on it and fled in a hurry.

While running, I was worried that if this thing had been dormant in the palace, the plan would definitely not be small, but I was afraid that the master and uncle could only protect themselves, and the others would be more than lucky. It seems that so many demons in the yard are here for him, what is it?

When the monster saw Murong Qiu's flying sword fleeing in front of its eyes, it was angry, let out a long howl, and turned around to chase him. Murong Qiu was in a trance, hearing the sudden rise of the storm behind him, he tried his best to rush forward, but he couldn't withstand the wind that covered the sky, he shook back and forth on the sword, his physical strength was exhausted, and he fell straight from the sword.

The wind from the monster's wings swirled upward, and Murong Qiu had nowhere to borrow his strength, so he could only watch himself fall headfirst to the ground, not feeling pain, it was just pitch black in front of him, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

His forehead was fine and dense with sweat, and he let out a long breath, and it was already bright outside the window, not the dark night before. It's a dream, but it's too real, and if it's even more impossible to say it's real, what is it?

There was a child's crisp laughter in the courtyard outside, and Xiao Liqiu would always go around early in the morning, as if he was patrolling his territory. Usually at this time, Murong Qiu would go out and hug him and play for a while, but today he didn't. He listened to Liqiu's babbling in a daze, and he hadn't yet withdrawn from the nightmare.

"Third Prince, are you awake?" The attendant knocked on the door and brought a basin of water and placed it outside. Murong Qiu's daily washing before the age of fifteen was in charge of the palace maid, and after the age of fifteen, when he went up the mountain, these things were no longer fake. That was the first lesson that the master taught him, telling him what were his private affairs and how to protect his **. The royal family has not had ** since ancient times, but he has broken away from the identity of the prince. So when he returned to the palace this time, he only asked the palace maids to fetch water and wash by himself.

Xiao Liqiu was playing alone in the yard for a while, and seeing that Murong Qiu didn't take care of him as usual, he ran into the house and greeted Murong Qiu warmly.

"Brother."

His title made the senior brother Murong Qiu depressed for a long time, obviously called Bi Guichen's mother, but called them brother, who was a generation shorter. But no matter how you teach him, he can't change it, and no one can do anything about him.

"Did Xiao Liqiu sleep well yesterday?" Murong Qiu was wiping his face and asked casually. He didn't know why he asked, as if the truth would be revealed when he asked.

He can still remember the long howl in the dream, and if he discerns it carefully, it is clearly a dragon roar. Although he knew that it was a dream, the scene in the dream was this palace, and he was so immersed in it that he couldn't tell which was real and which was a dream.

"Not good." Liqiu's tender voice told her distress, "My mother has been sitting on the edge of my bed, causing me to have nightmares all the time. "The two-year-old child's sentence is so clear, the ancient beast is really unusual.

"You're having nightmares too?" Murong Qiu subconsciously asked.

"yes, yes, it's such a big fire in my dreams."

Of course, the side yard where you sleep has been fired, although it has been repaired...... Yes, it has been repaired without the slightest trace, and Xiao Liqiu can actually dream of fire. Murong Qiu was thinking about something that didn't matter. He said that Bi Guichen had been sitting on the edge of his bed at night, could she also have doubts? But this child has always been simple, and he really can't see anything wrong.

Murong Qiu went out for breakfast with Xiao Liqiu in his arms, the little guy has been getting more and more sticky to him recently, and there is a tendency to surpass his mother. Since the dragon qi, several people agreed to have breakfast together in the morning, and exchanged information and experiences by the way. Because they are busy during the day, sometimes they can't meet in a day, and the time to return to the palace at night is not necessarily, only in the morning they meet most neatly.

"Senior brother, your face is not very good." Mu Ran didn't look awake.

"Well, I had nightmares, and I don't think you guys are sleeping well?" Murong Qiu looked at Mu Ran, and then at Lin Ze's eyes that couldn't be opened.

"Qiu'er, do you have nightmares?" Ziyuan Zhenren was a little surprised, Murong Qiu rarely dreamed, his physique was a little special, "Stay for a while and tell Master carefully what kind of dream it is." ”

In Murong Qiu's memory, the number of dreams was very rare, and there were some dreams that he remembered and were still immersed in. For example, one night when he was fifteen years old, he dreamed that he was constantly climbing a mountain, and the mountain was very high, and he climbed hard, but he never stopped. Later, when he arrived at Ukiyo Mountain, although Master Edgeworth took him up, he did not climb it, but he suddenly remembered that dream. It's a magical feeling, he can't remember whether the mountain in his dream is the same as the floating world, but the process of cultivating immortals is the same as the hardships of climbing the mountain. Some dreams are fleeting, some are metaphorical, and some are results. This is the dream that Ziyuan Zhenren interpreted for him.