Zhu Luan's words were thoughtless and specious, but the little tengu who had an unusual tacit understanding with him understood it at once.

Once Zhu Luan dreamed of "the little tengu who was caught and spanked", the little tengu was familiar to him, and he did what the little tengu would do, and the picture of being beaten in the end can be said to have come as promised. Although Zhu Luan was worried when he saw that picture, he was not surprised.

However, today Zhu Luan dreamed of "Zhu Yingwu, who feeds people with blood......

Now calm down and recall carefully, the unconscious person, in fact, Zhu Luan didn't see whether it was Bai Xiaoming or not. And Zhu Yingwu, who was dressed in tatters, did not care about the damage of cultivation, and directly took his blood to others to drink, this kind of thing that harmed himself did not necessarily benefit others, and it was not like Zhu Yingwu, who was very good at budgeting since he was a child, would do it.

The Zhu Yingwu he saw in his dream was really the Zhu Yingwu he had known since he was a child?

If not, who would it be? Why did he dream of a person who was so similar to Zhu Yingwu?

The little tengu frowned and accompanied Zhu Luan to meditate together. After thinking for a while, he suddenly flicked his tail and shouted, "Grenade!" ”

Zhu Luan, who was looking sad, instantly lit up when he heard this, picked up the little tengu and kissed him on the head: "Yes, why didn't I think of it!" You can use the Dreamwalking Technique to extract the dream and watch it a few more times, and maybe something new will be discovered. ”

The little tengu who was caught by Leng Buding struggled desperately, kicking his face away with his front and back paws. jumped to the ground and protested for a while, then became excited again, and jumped around at Zhu Luan's feet urging him to hurry up.

"Don't worry, right away." Zhu Luan jumped out of bed, rubbed his palms against each other, and looked eager to try.

This "Returning to Sleepwalking Immortal Technique" is a kind of spell that became popular after the Song Dynasty, which sounds quite mysterious, but when it is simply understood, it can be regarded as a high-level visualization technique.

The name of this spell also has a very long history, taking from a treasure that was once famous in the human world, the Wandering Immortal Pillow. Legend has it that the country of Qiuzi once presented a pillow to the emperor of the human world at that time, the pillow is the color of good agate, the style is simple, take the pillow to sleep, the five lakes and rivers, mountains and rivers will appear in the dream. The emperor was overjoyed, so he personally gave it the name of Youxian Pillow.

The effect of the Wandering Immortal Technique is a bit similar to that of the Wandering Immortal Pillow, except that it is higher-level, and it does not need to use any "treasures" to directly extract and manifest the dream.

Imagine that a girl dreams of dating her idol, and the jealous eyes of hundreds of millions of girls gather on her, but the warm breath of the idol is close at hand, and she keeps whispering in her ear. Even if it's a dream, but at least in the dream, I'm the irreplaceable and only one in the idol's heart!

However, the dream is unsuccessful, and when I wake up, everything is empty. At this time, if there is a spell that can save the sweet dream and make people always recall the sweet details of the dream, who wouldn't want to try it?

According to common sense, with such a strong demand, taking dreams and storing dreams should be quite popular spells, but in fact, not many spirits are really doing the matter of extracting dreams and then storing them visually.

The reason behind it is simple, too "difficult".

First, to cultivate the spell of Returning to Sleepwalking Immortals, because it needs to invade the minds of others, it needs to have a strong talent to cultivate, and it must be pure spiritual power and outstanding talent. Unlike the complex and changeable genetic inheritance of human beings, in the demon world, the level of individual talent is often directly related to bloodline. The purer the bloodline, the more amazing the talent. Therefore, most of the divine beast spirits with this talent are children of famous families, and these people don't bother to work extracting fleeting dreams.

In addition, after extracting the dream with the Dreamwalking Immortal Technique, if you want to preserve it for a long time, you must also use the Shark Man's Blood and Tears. As we all know, mermaids are born with tears, but the mermaids that can preserve dreams are not ordinary teardrops, they must be beads made of blood and tears shed by mermaids. It is rumored that the merman will cry for seven days and seven nights in a row, and from the eighth day onwards, he will shed bloody tears.

Therefore, after the spell of taking dreams and saving dreams appeared, after a short period of hustle and bustle, it became a niche spell, and it was not mentioned much.

However, Zhu Luan grew up in Yinshan since he was a child, and he has seen all kinds of strange and various spells, and when he was bored, he also read all the books in the library on Yinshan. Zhu Luan has an excellent memory, even if he hasn't reached the step of reciting it, but at least no matter what he mentions, his brain will have a little impression.

He had seen this magic before, and at that time he felt that this spell was of no practical use, so he left it behind after seeing it. Looking back now, I can still vaguely remember how to cast a spell.

As for the blood and teardrops of the merman who stored the dream, Zhu Luan just wanted to extract the dream by himself and look at the details again, and he didn't need blood and tears to save it.

"Grenade!" The little tengu barked again, urging Zhu Luan to hurry up. He hadn't seen it again!

"Alright, alright, right away."

Zhu Luan turned off the top light, closed the curtains, stood in the center of the room, and looked around carefully. There was still a little light leaking in the corner, as if it was a street lamp, Zhu Luan raised his hand and swept over, and a layer of enchantment to isolate the light was covered.

At this moment, the room was completely darkened. And Zhu Luan was in the middle of the dark room, and slowly sat down cross-legged.

The little tengu can see at night, and it doesn't matter if the lights are turned off, and he deliberately jumped on the cabinet to find a good angle to see the excitement.

Zhu Luan slowed down his breathing, and after reciting a mantra softly, he said that the index finger of his right hand reached to his lips, and with a little force, he directly bit the fingertips.

The little tengu, who had a curious face, was suddenly stunned, stepped on the partition and stretched his neck, and his tail was so anxious that he flicked it: The blood of the phoenix bird! Does this spell actually use the blood of the phoenix bird?

Zhu Luan couldn't feel everything around him anymore, he squeezed out the bloodshot from his fingertips, and began to draw intricate spells on the palm of his left hand. Because I hadn't used it before, I was trying it out with the vague concepts in my memory, and the spells were drawn very slowly, and I was very careful with the strokes. However, as a result, the time took too long, and the wound on the fingertip healed and closed several times, so that Zhu Luan had to bite his finger again halfway.

Just when the little tengu saw a faint pain in his claws, suddenly, Zhu Luan let out a low cry of "It's done" and made the last stroke on the spell.

The moment the spell was drawn, the red light flashed at Zhu Luan's palm, and a small cluster of flames suddenly jumped, floating into the air and becoming a curtain one foot square and surrounded by flames.

The mist in the center of the curtain is steaming, slowly revealing an empty white space.

Zhu Luan closed his eyes, pointed close to his temple, and whispered: "Heaven and Earth Xuanzong, the root of all qi." The golden light is overshadowed, and the dream shows its shape...... Go! ”

A golden light, as if drawn from his mind, penetrated into the white world in the center of the curtain as his finger touched the curtain.

Then, the golden light surged and flowed, slowly dividing into countless colored streams, and those colored streams shuttled and intertwined with each other, slowly weaving a picture in the pure white space.

Zhu Luan opened his eyes and saw that it was the beginning of the dream, the person who seemed to be Bai Xiaoming fainted in the kitchen, and Zhu Yingwu rushed over to help him up.

"Grenades?!"

With wide eyes, the little tengu jumped down from the cabinet, and was about to take a closer look, but the flames that did not want to form the curtain suddenly exploded, and the flames around him rolled inward, completely engulfing the picture that had just been revealed.

Immediately afterward, the fireballs that pulled out of the frame of the curtain crackled and fell from the sky one after another, and the curtain disappeared.

Zhu Luan scratched his head: "Uh......"

Little Tengu: ......