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These days, every day when I fall asleep, I dream of autumn leaves.

In my dream, I walked slowly along the mountain road, and the mountains were full of red leaves, like a burning fire, but there was no smoke or temperature.

In the past, I used to climb the mountain to enjoy the autumn leaves during this season, but unfortunately the place famous for the autumn leaves is always crowded with people during this season, and there are more than the autumn leaves. The crowd swept through like a storm, leaving behind a trail of garbage and noise that still rings in the ears afterwards.

So to be honest, I've never been able to calm down and enjoy the autumn leaves, not once.

But now, in my dreams, among the mountains that stretched into the distance, I was the only one. Here, no one disturbs you, and the autumn leaves on the mountain seem to belong to me.

I approached and looked closely at the leaves that had been hanging low in front of my eyes, and I could see that they had round red leaves, pentagonal maple leaves, and although they belonged to different species, they were all the same brilliant colors. In the distance, all the dense stretches are red, and the scattered leaves even stain the winding stream.

For the first time in my life, I felt that the autumn leaves were magnificent.

When I wake up, I sometimes find blood on my hands or on my body.

There isn't a lot of blood, and you won't even notice it if you don't look closely. I often smell of new body wash, and sometimes I feel like my hair is damp, as if I have taken a shower in my sleep.

So I suspect that I am always dreaming of all kinds of quiet "sweet dreams" while my body is "sleepwalking" at the same time. The occasional bloodstain is the part that was not processed during the "sleepwalking" process.

There is no other possibility, it must have been "him" who did it.

What he did with my body when I was unconscious, he never mentioned to me. So maybe the "calm" of these times is just the peace I feel about myself.

But since I have decided to give him my body, it means that I have given him complete trust and trust, and I will never question his decision.

Still, there are some concerns.

Even if I don't ask, I can feel the changes in my body. I am getting stronger day by day, and his presence is getting stronger day by day.

I even felt a "merger" with him in some way. My intuition tells me that the reason why I always see scenes in my dreams that are different from my usual understanding is probably because I have begun to see the world from his perspective.

After the white dragon returns, I don't need to hunt demons and obtain spirits. He told me that I don't have to do this anymore, and I don't have to be burdened with unbearable rules and punishments.

However, that doesn't mean he doesn't need the nourishment of the spirit.

So I judged that he was manipulating my body in my unconscious moments to do things that I didn't need to know.

That's probably the origin of the unidentified blood stains on my body, and that's what worries me a little.

It doesn't seem like a good thing for a god to have to kill to get the strength to survive.

In my understanding, living by killing is not what a god should do, it should be the crooked behavior of demons.

The current white dragon seems to be gradually different from the white-clothed god of war I imagined before, but his image seems to be more and more real in my heart.

The real autumn leaves can only be appreciated in dreams, after all, it is a pity, or you have to climb to appreciate it. Climbing is an important activity during the Double Ninth Festival, so Liqing decided to have a holiday on the Double Ninth Festival, and we all went to climb the mountain together.

The mountain is still a place I don't know, it's deserted and picturesque. Often, the pristine ecology of nature can only be preserved in inaccessible places, so when you think about it, you can't help but feel related.

Chongyang ascending, the earliest record is in the Southern Dynasty Zhiwei novel "Continuation of Qi Harmonic Chronicles", which tells the story of Huanjing's ascension to the top on September 9 to avoid disaster.

"Runan Huanjing, with Fei Changfang for many years. The long room said: On September 9, when there is a disaster in your family, it is advisable to go urgently, so that the family members make a sac, sheng dogwood to tie their arms, climb high and drink chrysanthemum wine, this disaster can be removed. ”

Later, in accordance with the warning, Huan Jing ascended on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, and was indeed able to go smoothly and peacefully. Since then, it has become a custom to ascend to the top of the ninety-nine mountain, which has been inherited by the people, and has the meaning of praying for the dissolution of disasters and the health of the whole family.

Now, as recorded in the books, we wear incense sachets around our waists, dogwoods on our bodies, and we are dressed in light costumes, walking slowly up the mountain paths.

The sachet was given to us by Liqing, the workmanship is very exquisite, exuding a faint medicinal fragrance, and the smell is refreshing. But I know in my heart that I don't have to expect that the sachet was made by Liqing herself, she is clumsy, and she will not change even if she lives for many years.

The mountain roads here are all naturally formed, and there is no trace of artificiality. This means that the road is very difficult to walk, and it can be a small challenge to reach the summit.

If it were a normal human, it would definitely not be able to go up smoothly. Some parts of the road are broken cliffs, and it would have been difficult to leap over them if it weren't for apes and birds, but these are things that I don't have to worry about now.

Lixia was exploring the road ahead, a little farther away, and the others were not far behind us. When necessary, we leap like chivalrous skimmers, leaping over the gaps in the cliffs, and the plackets of our classical costumes flutter in the wind, stirring the mood.

Actually, even if they are demons, I think they are all very interesting demons.

Because when I first stepped into the boring fast, I was still a resigned, very weak ordinary human being. But now, like them, I am "flying rocks and walking on the wall" on the top of this dangerous mountain.

In just a few months, I was not surprised by such a change in my body, and they did not ask why.

This is difficult to explain using our human logical thinking.

Perhaps, they have already seen that I have a special bloodline in my body, so they know that sooner or later I will become a special being similar to a "demon hunter". These days, I have indeed changed a lot, but this big change is not only from my natural bloodline, but also from the intervention of extremely high-end beings such as the God of War and the Demon God.

But even so, Liqing and the others still put me in a boring fast like before, and didn't care about my movements.

They were like a group of calm onlookers, observing every change in my body as the sun rises and the moon sets, and the seasons change from an angle I don't know.

However, there was indeed a subtle change in Liqing's eyes on me.

It's not something I see, it's something I feel.

In addition to the autumn leaves, there are also dogwoods on the mountain.

The leaves of the dogwood are green, and the branches are full of small red berries, which are bright in color and full of grains, like moist little red beans.

When you get closer, the natural aroma of dogwood will come faintly, which makes people feel refreshed.

I reached out and plucked some branches with red fruits, and as I climbed up the hill, I formed them into a small wreath.

At that time, it was woven with wicker, densely braided, and worn on the head to fight "ambush warfare in the wild".

In the same way, the dogwood is more beautiful.

I flashed behind Liqing, and suddenly reached out and pulled her hairpin off. Her cloud-like bun of hair scattered in the wind, like a graceful waterfall suddenly rising from the ground.

Liqing turned around and looked at me in surprise, and I laughed and put the dogwood wreath on her head.