020 The Mixed Dream Realm

"How come?" Gao Chengyang's heart was full of joy and was poured a basin of cold water on his head again.

"This spirit grass can only fix the little girl's divine element, so that it does not drift away, it can save her life! She is weak and can't stand up, and with his father's favor for her, she must still find Nafei Beizhuang. Fei Beizhuang's method is very useful, that is, to use continuous dreams to create 'continuous activation', which is a cure method for rich people to consume, of course, that guy Xuan Zhen is not short of money, but you also said, Fei Beizhuang that guy is a Xibei goods, not to mention dreaming, that is, he has not yet started to pick up dreams! He just used the long-bellied worm left by Fei Liushan to scare people in the artificial landscape. Now not to mention whether the little girl can withstand this terrifying treatment, the artificial scenery of Fei Beizhuang has been taken away by our grandfather, and we will also give the long-bellied worm to this little girl, even if they want to take Mr. Xuan's deal, it will not be possible. ”

Gao Chengyang's eyes lit up, and he said, "Then Sister Xuange doesn't have to suffer like this anymore." ”

The old beggar shook his head and said, "There is no Fei Beizhuang, there are other dream pickers, as long as there is money, there are not a few talented people like this around Mr. Xuan." ”

"What should I do then?" Gao Chengyang looked at the little girl who was breathing more and more steadily, and thought that she would still have to go through such a tragedy again when she turned around and couldn't help herself, and his heart ached faintly.

"So, since you made your choice at the beginning, and made up your mind to save this little girl, you are a good person, you send the Buddha to the west, you go to pick up the dream, and conjure the real dream to save her life!" said the old beggar with Erlang's legs crossed.

"Me?" Gao Chengyang was incredulous, "Can I?"

"Of course, you are a natural dream cultivator, this point has been verified by this great fairy personally, your grandfather and I never lie. ”

Gao Chengyang suddenly rolled his eyes and said, "You still say that you are an immortal, but in the end you are not just a wisp of essence?"

The old beggar was choked by him so smoothly that he suddenly coughed a little embarrassed, and he argued: "I am a miscellaneous immortal, and miscellaneous immortals are also immortals!"

"Okay, good! You're right. Gao Chengyang said in a strange voice.

The old beggar was angry, suddenly stretched out his hand, and buckled Gao Chengyang's veins like lightning, his hands exerted force, and Gao Chengyang suddenly screamed in pain.

"Grandpa spares his life, grandson is joking with you!" Gao Chengyang shouted.

The old beggar let go of him and said, "Look, I have never been bad at seeing people, and you just touched the pit viper gall last night with a little juice, and now the dream pulse in your body has come from nothing," as he spoke, he grabbed Gao Chengyang's right hand, led him to touch his veins, and said: "The qi veins are full and surging, you can feel it yourself." ”

Gao Chengyang touched the blood vessels that jumped on the back of his neck, and disagreed: "This is a major artery, and it naturally beats badly." ”

There was a meaningful look in the old beggar's eyes, and he said, "Don't you gag, I don't know if it's a major artery? You are a dream cultivator, and you are different from ordinary human beings." Ordinary humans don't have pulses, only dream cultivation, innate dream cultivation can break through the pulse and control the dream realm freely. ”

"Grandpa, you always talk about dreams, you talk about the dream world, what is the dream world like?" Gao Chengyang said curiously.

"The Dream Realm is outside the Six Realms, but it encompasses almost all the Dream Spirits in the Six Realms. All dream cultivators in the Six Realms can freely enter and exit the Dream Realm as long as their pulse spiritual power reaches ten pulses. This kind of dreamer is either a demon or a god, or an immortal or a human, or a demon or a ghost, and is collectively called a dream spirit. You are now a human dream cultivator who has been discovered by me, but you basically have no cultivation, and you can't be called a dream spirit. But you can start cultivating from the dream picker like that Fei Liu Mountain, I see that you have a root, and you will never be like that Fei Liu Mountain, the pulse only cultivates to the six veins, and the person will die of old age, I heard that he has not given up in the underworld now, and has begun to cultivate the seven veins. ”

"Ah, can a person really go to the underworld when he dies?" Gao Chengyang's attention has always been magical, and his focus is basically not on the main channel.

The old beggar nodded helplessly, and continued: "Dream cultivation is immortal, as long as you set foot on this path, even if you can't cultivate the dream spirit, you can directly enter the underworld to continue cultivating after death." ”

"What is a Dream Spirit, is it powerful?"

"Dream Spirit is just a general term, it's hierarchical. Among them, there are dream keepers and dream protectors, who are the two immortal monarchs under the dream king, and they count and supervise the dreams of all the gods, demons, immortals, demons, and demons in the other six realms. After that, there are dream sellers and dream snatchers, these two types of dream spirits are robbers, but they are particularly powerful, and their pulse cultivation is immeasurable. There are also dream thieves and dream eaters, these two types of dream spirits are both good and evil, and their actions cannot be generalized in one word......"

"Oh, yes, Grandpa, you're a Dream Eater. Gao Chengyang interjected.

The old beggar blushed and said, "I am a dream picker, a pick-up, and a dream picker in the world." ”

Gao Chengyang was stunned, and said, "Is it the lowest to dock with the dream picker?" Gao Chengyang seemed to have discovered something extraordinary, and said, "Grandpa, you have only been a rudimentary-level dream spirit after cultivating for thousands of years?"

The old beggar suddenly jumped to his feet and said angrily: "I have cultivated for thousands of years, and it is not all dream spirits! Do you think everyone has some natural roots and bones like you? Haven't I been burned by your bad ancestor Gao Yiren that time, so I blocked the advancement of the pulse? If I didn't want to get through the Baijie pulse quickly, I wouldn't have come to the old Gao family thousands of years later to wait for you, this stinky boy, I don't care, after you cultivate to the dream spirit, you must go back to Gao Yiren's side to prevent him from throwing me into the incinerator." ”

Gao Chengyang was dumbfounded, and said, "It turns out that you have this idea, no wonder you have been forcing me to go to the dream world to cultivate the dream spirit." "Didn't you keep scolding me for scrapping wood yesterday?" he couldn't help but mutter, "Grandpa, since you have mana, why don't you stop it yourself?" he asked again.

"Nonsense, if I can stop it, what else do I want you to do?" The old beggar was angry, "The sins made by the old Gao family naturally have to be paid back by the old Gao family themselves! I want to do it myself, and I don't have to go to the ancestral grave of the old Gao family every year to see if there is green smoke, and a dreamer can come out." The emperor lived up to his wishes, but finally waited for me. The old beggar sighed again. "What's wrong with this, if you have the opportunity to ascend to the god of dreams, build your own city of illusions, and become a dreamer, it will be a glorious thing for your ancestors, and then you will be able to turn things around and communicate with the Six Realms. Seeing that Gao Chengyang was stubborn, the old beggar began to try his best to draw cakes for Gao Chengyang.

But because of Gao Chengyang's interruption, he forgot all the fantasy dream world he wanted to talk about.

The two talked and laughed, Gao Chengyang talked about the coin lost in the lobby again, the old beggar waved his hand, and said, "No need to look for it, it's useless, your grandfather's spiritual power is limited, and the injected spiritual power has been consumed." ”

"Then what should I do? Grandpa gave me another one, I don't dare to sleep now, I fall asleep from time to time, but I feel the same in my dreams and in reality, I can't tell whether it's a dream or reality, I can't always be confused. Gao Chengyang said distressedly.

"It's okay to get you one, but you'll have to sign me a contract. The old beggar said.

"What contract?"

The old beggar had pulled out a dirty parchment scroll, which was so old and old that it didn't look like an ordinary product.

"The deed that proves that you voluntarily entered the dream world, and respect me Pu Yi as your dream leader. ”

"Dream leader, what is it?" Gao Chengyang took the parchment scroll and looked left and right, there were many strokes on it, Gao Chengyang didn't understand, he sighed.

"It's an ancient word. As if knowing what he was confused about, the old beggar immediately said, "The dream leader is your introducer, before you become a dream spirit, I will supervise you, because you become a dreamer and start to study pulse, you already have a certain amount of spiritual power, these spiritual powers have nothing in the six realms of gods, demons, immortals, demons, and demons, and dreams, but they are already different in the human world, if you don't have the right intentions, there will be a strong destructive power, I want to supervise your behavior, and you can't wantonly destroy the human world." ”

As the two were talking, they heard a soft whisper, followed by a rustling sound.

A voice came: "Brother, is that you?" The voice was small, soft and glutinous.

Xuan Ge woke up.

"Oh, I'm here, I'm here. The tall sofa back isolated Gao Chengyang's gaze, and he couldn't see Xuan Ge's current scene, but he couldn't hide his excitement, turned around and ran forward.

The old beggar grabbed him.

"Is it Brother Chengyang?" Xuan Ge said again, like a lazy cat, with a trembling tail tone.

"Hey! yes!" Gao Chengyang became more and more excited, and broke free twice, but did not break away.

The old beggar spread out the parchment roll and urged, "Sign quickly." ”

Gao Chengyang was helpless: "Where is the pen?" he looked at the desk behind him, trying to find a pen.

The old beggar said, "You don't need a pen, you can close your eyes, think about the word contract in your heart, and at the same time write your own name." ”

Gao Chengyang tried to do it according to the old beggar's explanation, and when he opened his eyes, he saw his name signed on the parchment roll. It was thick and dark, and the ink was dripping, and the old beggar was drying it. Gao Chengyang said in his heart, but he didn't say anything, and immediately turned around and chased after Xuan Ge.

He completely ignored the old beggar's cloudy eyes, and a ray of essence flashed away, and his face was extremely proud.