Shen Ye was dressed in a pure silver military uniform, which was the uniform dress of the Dream Army, representing the color of human spiritual energy, and the epaulettes on his shoulders were golden yellow, representing light and the future.

While Shen Ye was talking, he took the initiative to open the car door and helped Meng Fan get out of the car.

"No, I've always been very optimistic about you, although talent can't decide everything, but it can decide most things," Meng Fan shook his head, "Your talent is relatively poor among your students, but you work harder than most people." Being able to have the current strength is the result of your own efforts. ”

"Without your teaching, no matter how hard I try, I will never be able to reach my current level." Shen Ye said seriously: "Famous teachers produce high apprentices, this sentence will not be outdated at any time." Instructor, am I putting gold on my face? ”

"Haha......" both laughed at the same time.

On the other hand, if Wen Zishi couldn't guess that the two had already known each other, he would be really stupid.

It's just that the bland conversation between the two fell into Wen Zishi's ears, but it was like a thunderbolt from the sky, which made this guy open his mouth wide in surprise and was dumbfounded.

Every time, when asked about Meng Fan's origin, he only said that he was a native of Luocheng, and more, that is, he had served in the Dream Army, and now he was retired and chose to become a dream policeman.

In the Dream Army, most of them are still soldiers who only have the level of one or two dream controllers, but who has ever seen a lieutenant colonel-level officer, a dream controller whose strength has reached the fourth level, actually salute an ordinary soldier and behave so respectfully?

Neither of them mentioned Shen Ye's military rank, but Wen Zishi clearly saw that he embroidered two red thin bars on his left and right epaulettes, and embellished with two star emblems, obviously a lieutenant colonel-level officer, at least a regimental-level officer, and the number of the Dream Army was determined, and the regimental-level officer was already a middle-level and high-level position in the Dream Army!

However, it is such an officer with a very high military rank and status, who shows respect to Meng Fan, without the slightest fraud, and Meng Fan's attitude towards Shen Ye is also very natural, obviously for Meng Fan, this kind of person who is definitely a big man in Wen Zishi's eyes is nothing at all!

Thinking about Meng Fan's terrifying combat power that far exceeded his own level, and his unimaginably profound knowledge of nightmares, at this moment, Wen Zishi finally understood the reason for this.

"Instructor, I really didn't expect that I would be able to see you here." Shen Ye said with some excitement, looking at Meng Fan's current appearance, he said with some concern: "Instructor, are you injured?" How can I feel that your aura is so weak, not even to the level of the second level? ”

With Shen Ye's eyesight, he could see that Meng Fan was seriously injured.

Hearing Shen Ye's words, Wen Zishi was suddenly shocked, and he shouted, "Impossible! Brother Fan is obviously close to the strength of a third-level dream controller! ”

"How so? The instructor is obviously a ...... in the field" Shen Ye's exclamation almost blurted out immediately following Wen Zishi's words, halfway through the words, he suddenly woke up, and hurriedly shut up, but his horror at this time was definitely only higher than Wen Zishi.

However, although Wen Zishi was not smart, hearing the word "domain" was enough for him to guess a lot of things and make him shocked!

He looked at Meng Fan in disbelief, and exclaimed, "Brother Fan, are you ......?"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Meng Fan: "Zishi, there is no need to say it!" ”

Wen Zishi swallowed the rest of the words back into his stomach, not daring to say anything more.

He looked at Meng Fan's eyes, still so shocked and hot, but the previous sense of closeness was much weaker, but it was even more awe-inspiring.

Originally, Wen Zishi only treated Meng Fan as a brother and a teacher, and when his strength broke through to become a third-level dream controller, although he respected Meng Fan more because of the grace of saving his life, he also faced Meng Fan, with a little less respect for the master, and more closeness between brothers, however, at this moment, he guessed that Meng Fan was once a domain-level powerhouse, and originally thought that this big brother was just a person close in front of him, but in his heart, the image suddenly rose to become a mountain that can only be looked upon.

Meng Fan naturally also felt the change in Wen Zishi's attitude, and he smiled: "Zishi, we have always been brothers, and we are the eldest brothers, and now we still need you to protect us!" ”

In his words, there was a bit of a joke, and Wen Zishi also said: "Of course, you will always be my eldest brother!" ”

It's just that although Wen Zishi said this, the sense of awe in his heart only dropped by two points, and Meng Fan was helpless about it.

When two people are not far apart, they can still intersect equally, but when two people are too far apart, there will always be something invisible, like an invisible chasm, that separates the distance between people.

"Instructor, Master Chu is so busy now that he doesn't have time to come to greet you, I heard that you are coming, so I took the initiative to come." Shen Ye helped Meng Fan, and asked with some concern: "You are seriously injured now, and you need to recuperate, why do you still come to Xiaoshan?" ”

Meng Fan smiled faintly, his eyes were far away, and he looked in the direction of Xiaoshan.

In the air, the sand and dust were filled, even if it was a few miles away, it still darkened the sky, and under the cool breeze, but in a short time, the body of the car was covered with a thin layer of dust.

His calm voice with a bit of joking came into the ears of the two: "Since I came, there is naturally a reason. What's the matter, Shen Ye, Zishi, aren't you two sure that you can protect me, a wasted person? ”

"How is that possible?"

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Wen Zishi is an ordinary dream policeman, while Shen Ye is an orthodox soldier, yes, the answers of the two are also completely different.

Two people, two completely different sentences, and the voices that come out at the same time, but they contain the same meaning.

Xiaoshan, the original lush mountain forest, at this time, has become a field of sand and dust, under the continuous invasion of wind and sand, but in a short moment, the three of them have become gray people, only the eyes of the three are still bright, not at all covered by this heavy dust.

The three of them were all very human, but Meng Fan only had one leg left to move, and under the alternating burden of Shen Ye and Wen Zishi, he walked slowly towards the mountain.

Today's Xiaoshan is covered in thick dust, and if you want to go up the mountain, the difficulty is no worse than climbing any dangerous peak, and if you are not careful, you may slide off the mountain, and there is nothing that you can use to grasp as a buffer.

As the sun set, the light gradually dimmed, and the night slowly opened, and several people finally reached the mountainside.

Glancing at the wooden house that was still intact, and the forest that was full of peach blossoms but covered with dust, Meng Fan said, "Let's go, let's go to the dead old tree first." ”

A few people walked up to the old tree. The dead trunk of the old tree is now also full of dust, and a gust of wind blows, rolling up a cloud of sand and dust, sweeping towards several people, turning the few people who had been slapped with dust on their bodies into natives again.

"Poof! It's really unpleasant! Wen Zishi spat out a mouthful of cloudy phlegm, and patted the dust on his body with some impatience.

"Well, don't worry about that stuff. Zishi, Shen Ye, you send me up. ”

"Instructor, let me go up and have a look!"

"Brother Fan, you are seriously injured, let me go."

The two of them competed for the Tao almost at the same time, and after that, they looked at each other at the same time, a little surprised, and they both felt that they should take it for granted.

Meng Fan shook his head: "No, it's better to send me up." Rest assured, this injury is nothing, and I won't even be able to control my balance. And if there's any breath left on it, you won't be able to perceive it yet. ”

Both of them were stunned by Meng Fan's calm words, their souls were half mutilated, and their strength had dropped from the realm level to the level of a two-level dream controller, almost a span from a god to a human, this is nothing?

It's just that both of them also understand that except for Meng Fan's statement about his injury, which is really a little light, the rest of his words are really true, at least, even if the injury is like this, he will not lose his balance and fall when he climbs an old tree.

The two of them no longer hesitated, one of them stood aside, and at the same time, he threw Meng Fan upwards with force.

In mid-air, Meng Fan had already found his center of gravity, and tapped the tip of one foot on the top of the dead tree trunk, and stood firmly on it.

The years have long erased the traces of the shell attack on this old tree, and only the hard wooden torso remains. The top of this trunk is thought to have been polished by someone, quite flat, enough to be used as a seat, only in the center of the tree, there is a broken stubble about the thickness of the thumb, which is thought to be the new branch that was broken by Zhang Yingchun and the others.

The skin of this branch is no longer green, but like a sun-dried branch. Meng Fan half-squatted down, controlled his right arm to slowly touch it, only to hear a crisp sound of "click", and the branch broke in response.

Meng Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, his body fell to his knees, and touched the broken place in the heart of the tree with his forehead.

A ray of white light swirled in the center of the tree for a while, and returned to the center of Meng Fan's eyebrows.

He opened his eyes, regained his footing, and leaped off the trunk of the tree.

In the somewhat worried eyes of Wen Zishi and the others, Meng Fan landed firmly on the ground, and he said, "Follow me!" ”

Anyway, jump on one leg and walk to the side.

Wen Zishi and Shen Ye hurriedly followed, and after walking a few steps, they heard Meng Fan say, "Okay, stop." Shen Ye, you dig up the ground here, remember not to push too hard. Zishi, you are responsible for guarding the surrounding movements, and once a nightmare comes, stop it! ”

After Meng Fan's order, Wen Zishi took the initiative to stand aside, his eyes constantly patrolling around, vigilant of the wind and grass around him, while Shen Ye walked to the position indicated by Meng Fan, the back of the stone tablet where the poems were engraved, the breath sank slightly, and he turned down with one palm and struck down.