As we all know, the god of the sea and the god of palm dreams often run to the world and the underworld, and they love to watch the excitement by the Lechuan River in the underworld on weekdays, and when they are in a good mood, they go to Danxue Mountain to find the phoenix fairy to fight and grab the Langji fruit, or go to the Mangfu Forest to pick jade paste and plant trees, or set up a chessboard at the gate of Lunzhi Mountain to shout, and they must provoke those old sages out to fight, so that the invisible Meng Ji beast can steal the fruit of the white weed tree to eat - but the sage of Lunzhi Mountain was not fooled once.

The two gods walked the rivers and lakes, and it was indispensable for their hearts to soften, their hands to shake, and their eyes to close and open their eyes to give a little favor or something.

Yeqing looked at the amiable appearance with a smile on her face, but people are born with a seven-trick exquisite heart, all the creatures who pass through her hands, help? In exchange, you have to say a little bit that you don't? Make a friend, you have to have a relationship, there is a saying in the world, what is it-

- Etiquette is still exchanged.

Yeqing's request for a reward is not high, and the favored creature can hand over his dream.

The creatures of heaven and earth all have five aggregates and eight consciousnesses, and dream consciousness is one of them, which is like a rib-like existence, and it seems that it is not beneficial to individual cultivation and spiritual energy nourishment, and it is not bad to keep it, and it is not a pity to lose it.

It's as easy as tearing off a hair, and it doesn't hurt your spiritual power.

Yeqing got these dreams, so he took them back to Mengze to refine them into Mengbei and keep them at Zedi.

Ling Yi watched from the sidelines, he always liked to listen to stories, and he was born with a lack of dream sense, and he was often curious about what interesting scenes were in the dream, so he also entered a certain dreambay from time to time to take a look.

But what made him a little disappointed was that those mortal dreams were full of love that they didn't know, couldn't ask for, and were boring after a long time.

Because he himself has never experienced what love is, he does not know it, and he cannot ask for it.

Yeqing still insisted on refining the new Mengbei for decades day out, and every time he understated it, he just said it was a hobby, only Ling Yi knew that Yeqing was looking for a story for him.

Both black and white impermanence thought to themselves, this time they must hand over their dreams.

But in their dreams, they are all each other.

In the past hundred years, they don't know how many mortals they have seen on the Wangxiang platform who refuse to cut off the three thousand threads.

These people, in just a few decades, they have gone through reincarnation, Meng Po soup has been drunk, and all the past and past have dissolved at the bottom of the Lechuan River, and the only thing that can survive in the name of this life is their dreams.

If there is no dream consciousness, it also means that after reincarnation, the name of this life is just a few cold strokes in the book of life and death after all, sealed in the corner of the old library of the reincarnation division, stained with dust, and lifeless.

Black impermanence is unwilling to exchange dreams for knowledge.

Every 10,000 years, ghosts can be reincarnated in the next life. As a human in one life, he is naturally much more at ease than a ghost in this life. But the meaning of this life, in his heart, is far more important than becoming a human being. He can't forget Lao Bai, who was his companion day and night, can't forget the wasted years of running around in the world to grab souls, and can't forget Sister Meng's bitter sugar water.

Although in this life, he is only the most ordinary one among tens of thousands of impermanences.

Bai Wuchang had the same thought in his heart.

Ye Qing saw that the two of them hesitated, his face was full of gloomy clouds, and his originally bitter face seemed to be about to cry, and said with a smile: "This money is not my and Lingyi's, and it is not the favor of Jiuxiao Mengze." Just now we sold Mu Gui, so you can count it as a favor from Kunlun Immortal Palace. ”

Black Impermanence and White Impermanence glanced at each other, and exclaimed-

- What? Mu Gui Xianjun of Kunlun Mountain? Sold him? I heard him right! Only sold for 500 gold? Ah no, my ears must have been broken! The point is not this, the point is, oh my God, that is Lord Xianjun, just sold it casually? Who didn't open his eyes and actually bought this sheep herding Xianjun who could only smoke and fart? They all said that Jiuxiao Mengze never did loss-making business, tsk, that's right!

The two impermanences each passed this lively battle in their minds, and when they looked at each other, their legs trembled even more.

Yeqing said: "Don't accept it yet?"

Bai Wuchang burst into tears for a while, and said excitedly: "How can I be a little white, woo woo woo ......"

He shed a few tears, took the black impermanence hand to the front of the stairs and sat down, and continued to watch the grand occasion on the auction floor happily.

"The auction is over in a while, I want to buy you new clothes first, anyway, the people who cut the hair of Wangxiangtai have been lined up for most of the day, so I am not in a hurry at this half moment. ”

"Then let's buy some jewelry for Sister Meng by the way, and it will be her birthday. ”

"Okay, listen to you. ”

"You say, where did Lord Yeqing and Lord Lingyi sell Lord Mugui? It can't be that flower alley, right?"

"It's possible. However, the mothers of Hua Alley are all human spirits, how can they be willing to spend 500 gold to buy goods like Lord Mugui?"

"Oh, too. ”

"Look, look, it's the last round soon, the Mirror of Eternal Life is coming out!

"It's really coming! nervous!"

The two heartless impermanence were discussing hotly with melon seeds, but they heard the sound of heavy swords piercing the ground behind them.

Ling Yi said: "This is not right!"

They all looked back in unison, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Yeqing stood up from the soft couch unhurriedly, straightened the sleeves of her robe, and said lightly: "The mirror on the stage is fake, and the real mirror of immortality was taken away by the three three girls." ”