"You're thinking too much at the same time, you've reached the limits of your mental power, that's why you're like this. Don't you hear the five words that doctors often say, 'thinking more and failing blood'? Everyone's brain power is limited, just like a big tree that bears hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of fruits, there is always an end to the limit, and it is impossible to increase indefinitely. Fruit trees that break through the limit of fertility will dry up and die, and the brain will be exhausted, but the result is the same. There are too many extremely clever strategists in history, and their fate is ......" Xue Youyan's words were not finished, after all, with the knowledge of the three people, it is natural to think of Zhuge Kongming, the prime minister of Shu who "did his best and died", which is a typical example of "dying with excessive brains".

"Don't think about it, stop and relax." Ding Jun comforted in a low voice.

Fang Qing closed her eyes, her forehead rested on Ding Jun's chest, motionless, and slowly fell asleep.

"She's so tired that she needs to take a break." Xue Youyan said.

After the big change, she was as calm as Ding Jun. Even if his arms have been invaded by a strange poison, he is still calm and calm, and can face the current predicament cautiously and rationally.

"We must recognize the real enemy, just like when facing a large number of coiled and tangled long snakes, we must recognize which are highly poisonous red snakes and iron snakes, and which are non-venomous pit vipers and cauliflower snakes. Only in this way can we take every step right and get out of extreme danger. I think the biggest enemy at the moment is the power phase. Xue Youyan lowered her voice and said.

"That's a careerist." Ding Jun used the most concise and vivid six words to define the person Quan Xiangtu.

"I suspect that his power is only the tip of the iceberg, the hidden part buried underwater, huge and complex, limitless." Xue Youyan said worriedly.

She fed Fang Qing another pill to the sleeping Fangqing, and on the back of her hand, those branch-like black poison lines became denser and denser.

"In addition, I have a strange illusion, as if the qiē that happened in front of me was a dream." She raised her head, looked up at the giant ship in the air, and put her hand on the pergola and looked westward, frowning slightly and silent.

Only at such a moment can she look like a flesh-and-blood beauty, rather than an ice and snow beauty who does not eat the fireworks of the world and rejects people thousands of miles away. Her actual age should be around fifty years old, but she gives people the impression that she is definitely not more than thirty years old. It can be inferred from this that when she was young, she must have been a heavenly fragrance and peerless.

I don't know when a faint mist floated in the valley, and the wisps were endless, enveloping the ruins all over the ground, and the huge ship in the air was like a visitor from outside the sky.

Along with the fog, even Ding Jun has an unreal sense of "floating like a dream". Under the cover of fog, people often have a sense of psychological security, can temporarily forget about the danger, and get a respite.

"Floating like a dream, for joy?" He remembered the cursive banner in his father's study.

From Hong Kong to Los Angeles, from the SEAL training base in Ohio to the battlefield in Afghanistan, from returning to Hong Kong to the Torin Monastery in Tibet...... The bumps and turns along the way are indeed like a dream. He didn't feel joy because he had lost his mother's love since he was a child, and he thought that his father was the only relative in this world.

Now, when he sees Xue Youyan, he has found his mother's love. However, the ensuing crisis is imminent, and I am afraid of the impermanence of life and death, and in an instant, we will go to Huangquan together.

"If it's a dream, do you want it to wake up or not?" He looked at Xue Youyan's silhouette, and a wry smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth. If the dream really wakes up, the crisis subsides, but the mother does not exist again, is he willing to get that ending?

"The feeling of the dream is getting stronger and stronger, I really don't know if today's meeting is an illusion caused by long-term thinking? Or do you see each other in a dream across thousands of mountains and rivers? Or did you die because of a dream, and the soul flew over Guanshan to meet you...... I don't know, I really don't know. I remember the first time I saw your father, the way he stared at me with such a look of wonder that it was like falling into an endless dream. In those days, he often recited for me the sentences from Li Taibai's "Preface to the Spring Night Banquet in the Peach and Plum Garden", and until now, his voice still rings in my ears......"

There was no need for Xue Youyan to say downward, Ding Jun's eyes immediately appeared in front of his father chanting to the banner in the study.

"The one who husbands heaven and earth is the reverse journey of all things; Those who have passed through time have passed by for hundreds of generations. And floating like a dream, for the joy of geony?" Over and over again, my father only chanted these few words, and cried bitterly in the middle of the night when he was drunk.

Now Ding Jun finally knows that his father is reminiscing about his mother Xue Youyan through those sentences.

"I am the saint of the Female City, and the Holy Daughter swore a blood oath when she was a child, and she will dedicate all her body and mind to the Female City in this life, and never leave. Otherwise, they will be severely punished by the 'Nine Clans' as soon as possible. It is my life and my luck to meet your father. In the decades that followed, I smiled silently at the thought of his face, thinking that I would never regret what I had done and the people I loved. With a sweet smile on her face, Xue Youyan quietly recalled those past events.

Ding Jun can imagine that when his dashing and dignified father appears in the women's city, he must be the focus of attention. Of course, since ancient times, beauties have been matched with heroes, and only a peerless beauty like her mother can be worthy of a hero like her father.

"According to the precepts of the women's city, the daughter of the saint is safe and sound, and if she gives birth to a son, she will be placed in a stone mortar, and she will be beaten into a thousand pounds, and the clan will share the food to atone for her sins. In fact, there was such a tragic example in the history of the Women's City, but it was only at that time that he was young and ignorant of the world. As soon as I found out about you, I made up my mind that I would keep you safe, even if I was broken to pieces. So, as soon as he gave birth to you, he sent it to your father with his own hands, and at the same time stole the treasure of the women's city, the 'Holy Child's Heart', thinking that his own people were jealous of the rat, and did not dare to kill your father in order to get back the 'Holy Child's Heart'. As a result of that chaos, your father took you with you, and I was thrown into the river of the sky and fell into this land where there was no light of day. As far as I could, I soon discovered that there was a rushing river that could lead outside. As long as I want, I can get out of trouble. However, I am afraid of the precept that 'the old and young of the nine clans will be punished by heaven', and I dare not stay away in exchange for the peace of your father and son. Don't laugh at me for being stupid, I just feel that God has made me acquainted with your father and given you to us, which is already the greatest love for me. I'm stuck here, suffering a little, what's the point?" Xue Youyan spoke, her eyelashes trembled, and tears fell.

She suffers from her "beloved", this infatuation is stronger than gold, deeper than the sea, and has her own heaven and earth to learn from.

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