Dream, dream, dream is the bridge, commission is the goal.

The dream scene of Ping An changes frequently, and it is very unstable.

Nie Xiaoqian was still surprised that she could easily enter the dream of the little shepherd boy just now, and before she had time to say a word to him in his dream, the dream was gone.

"Is it because he is too young, his mind is not firm enough, and his dreams are fragile, or is it because of me, an outsider, that my dreams are broken?"

Nie Xiaoqian was puzzled, and she wanted to enter a peaceful dream again.

But before she could make a move, a cow cry suddenly sounded outside the temple, and then a middle-aged woman with an anxious look hurriedly walked in.

Then Ping An was soon awakened from her slumber by a middle-aged woman, and Nie Xiaoqian's dream plan was temporarily shelved.

"I seem to have seen the fairy sister in my dream."

"What fairy sister?"

……

Nie Xiaoqian found out from the conversation between the little shepherd boy and his mother that his mother was a little taboo about his "fairy sister". Especially when the little shepherd boy said that she was very similar to Gu Niang, his mother was almost trembling with fright.

If it weren't for the fear in her heart, the mother would have been frightened and fled.

In this regard, Nie Xiaoqian is very sorry, she has no intention of scaring people, not to mention that this mother is still the mother of the little shepherd boy.

She could only sigh silently, fear comes from the unknown!

The little shepherd boy has seen himself with his own eyes, so he naturally will not be afraid. His mother, everything she heard, came from her son's story, reality and imagination were mixed, true and false, gods and ghosts, which led to panic.

Ping'an and his mother went home, and when they went back, their old scalper poked his head into the door and glanced at Nie Xiaoqian with its bull's eye as big as a copper bell.

Lao Niu understands human nature, so although it was just a glance, Nie Xiaoqian felt that Ah Huang had seen her, because there seemed to be a trace of gratitude in that look.

I have to say that big eyes are indeed beneficial, no, after she was struck by lightning and became blurred, between real and virtual, the little shepherd boy could no longer see her, Ah Huang's eyes were big enough, but as before.

As they left, Ping'an's mother said that the day after tomorrow she would send a pair of three animals up the mountain to worship.

Nie Xiaoqian is now entrusting herself in the statue of Gu Niang in this Daoxiang Temple, although she has incense to fix her soul, she is not afraid of wind and rain, she has a literary atmosphere, she doesn't have to worry about disappearing her soul, and she may even have the belief of good men and women to strengthen herself, as long as she has the original intention, she can afford to wait for as much time.

It's just that Nie Xiaoqian didn't want to wait, she didn't know what time it was, and she didn't know how much time she had delayed.

At the beginning, she made an appointment with Wang Lin to find Wang Qiongying together, because she was a ghost, coming and going like the wind, and it would be more convenient to be limited by her footsteps.

The plan can't catch up with the changes, and she has now escaped from the cage of the demons and monsters in Lanruo Temple, but Wang Qiongying's life and death are still unknown. But because she was struck by lightning, she was very weak, and at this moment, she couldn't even leave the temple for half a step.

Thinking about Wang Qiongying, Nie Xiaoqian, who was happy because of the discovery that the ghost could support the dream, was upset for a while.

Looking into the distance, watching the golden black fall, the jade rabbit rising in the east, and the moonlight spreading brilliance, she couldn't help but have a thought.

In this ancient time, when even electricity was considered to be the masterpiece of Lei Gong, the nightlife in the small village was about zero, and the "ancients" should have already fallen asleep in the middle of the night.

When she sleeps, she is likely to dream, so can she have a dream or something.

It turned out to be too whimsical.

She is just a very weak female ghost, although she can appear in broad daylight, which is more special, but it can't change the fact that she can be blown away by a breeze.

"I want to give peace to my dreams!"

Nie Xiaoqian used her dream plan to support her dreams, and tried her best to give her dreams peace, but no matter how she thought about it, there was no change, she was still in the Daoxiang Temple.

Thousands of miles of dreams, that is pure fantasy, blind imagination.

Until there is no way to think about it, all that remains is patience.

The days of waiting are not easy, and it is even more difficult for the ghosts who do not have to eat, drink, and sleep.

For twelve hours a day, Nie Xiaoqian spent most of her time watching the sky, watching the turtles crawling and crawling ants, without day and night.

The remaining half of the time is used to test and conceive novels, one by one, step by step, down to each scene, in order to kill time.

finally waited for two days later, when they arrived, Nie Xiaoqian found that she had waited in vain. Because after all, peace does not come to the temple to dream, but to worship God with the mother.

Ping'an worshipped the gods with his mother and soon went down the mountain, so that although she received some faith thoughts from them and a few sticks of incense, she was not happy.

may have been instructed by her mother, and since that worship, Nie Xiaoqian has never seen Ping'an.

It's not that she didn't think about entrusting her dream to others and asking them to help spread a message or send a letter to Wang's house. It's a pity that halfway up the mountainside where the Daoxiang Temple is located, there are no people nearby at all, even if you want to venture away from the temple to give people dreams, you can't do it.

Nie Xiaoqian had no choice but to continue to wait, and continue to accumulate strength and strengthen herself, so that one day she couldn't wait for the opportunity to support her dreams, and she could also rely on her own ability to do what she wanted to do.

During these days of waiting, it was not without villagers who came up to the mountain to worship the gods.

After all, it is the only temple in the near and far distances, and it has a monopoly advantage.

But no one would be as careless as Ping An to fall asleep in the temple and let her fall asleep.

Watching the clouds rise and disappear in front of the temple, the sunrise and sunset, and the flowers blooming, it should be a very leisurely and leisurely thing, if you are a little sentimental, you may be able to come up with some indifferent and far-reaching philosophical thoughts, but in Nie Xiaoqian's opinion, she only saw suffering.

Just when Nie Xiaoqian waited for half a month, thinking that her dream was hopeless, in the early morning of a foggy morning, Ping An walked into the temple in a fog.

"Sister Fairy, Ping An should have come to visit you earlier, but Mother doesn't seem to be relieved to come here safely. Ping An didn't want her mother to worry too much, so she waited for a while to get her used to it before she came back here. ”

Ping An looked at the statue of the god, and the little monk recited the scriptures, and explained several sentences in a babbling manner.

Hearing this, Nie Xiaoqian was about to fall asleep, God is pitiful, ghosts don't have to sleep.

So much so that she almost couldn't help but curse the ghost, sleepy in spring and lack of autumn and napping in summer, and winter and March when she couldn't wake up.

Isn't it spring sleepiness now, why don't you sleep yet, there is a great god guarding you, there are no taboos, go to sleep, go to sleep, the child who can sleep grows fast.

In the end, I don't know if it was Nie Xiaoqian's ghost curse that worked, the little shepherd boy really committed spring sleepiness, or her secret hypnosis had an effect, the little shepherd boy sat on the threshold by the edge of the door, looked at Ah Huang who was grazing in the distance, and took a nap with his chin in his hands.

Little by little, like fishing, the little head finally sank violently after nine clicks and fell asleep.

(I asked the editor today, if there is no accident, "Reborn Nie Xiaoqian" will probably be released next month, that is, November 1, on Sunday of this week.) This book has been accompanied by you for two months, and I hope that in a few days, I can still get your continued support, thank you. ）