On the fighting platform, there were three people standing, a well-dressed old man, a personable young man, and a handsome and dashing young man.

Mo Qiuhuai looked at the two elders quietly and said a straight word.

"In the future, please leave it to the two, and Qiu Huai will go. ”

Wan Chongshan summoned Fengluan Guqin, and asked with a smile: "Do you want me to play a song for my virtuous brother?" ”

"Forget it, Brother Wan, in a realm like you, the sound of the piano is only worthy of a bosom friend, and Qiu Huai still doesn't want to defile your peerless Tianyin. Mo Qiuhuai replied with a smile.

Yang Gu looked very serious and asked, "Do you really need six years?" You have disappeared in the Star Cloud Continent for six years, no matter how talented you are, how outstanding you are in the Zhuyin Trial, everyone is shocked. I'm afraid that in six years, the world will finally forget you. ”

Forget is forget, I'm not a big traffic star who eats by popularity, and it won't be good if I disappear from the public eye, let alone ......

Mo Qiuhuai shrugged his shoulders and said, "Isn't this bad? I have already been on the Star Palace's hunt and kill order, and I have also offended the world's No. 1 Yanshi Sect. Disappearing at this time, it is just with me. ”

"Then do you still miss her?" Wan Chongshan asked.

"Who do you think?"

"I can't see it, you're a scumbag. ”

Mo Qiuhuai shrugged, noncommittal, and said calmly: "Love in the world is already fleeting, some people value it and become a peerless man; The essence of a scumbag is easy commitment and betrayal, not easy to get together and disperse, let alone forget. Without further ado, you two, I'm leaving, don't miss me too much. ”

Mo Qiuhuai stepped on the breeze, volleyed into the air, and the picture scroll on his back soared into the sky, unfolding a majestic posture among the clouds, which was actually a peerless painting.

The shadow of the painting flickered, and the spiritual power flowed.

The heavens and the earth trembled, and the ghosts and gods roared!

Mo Qiuhuai's figure gradually disappeared in front of the scroll.

The mouth whispered: "The short journey of life is all illusory dreams, time is fleeting, and it is a joy to come." I don't want to be a grain of sand and dust in the mortal world, I just want to be a majestic sand sea, stir up earth-shattering waves, and laugh proudly in the red dust!"

The figure disappears, the scroll closes, and the stream flows straight down into the lake.

The floating life that sinks to the bottom of the drunken river lake is like a dream, and it has become an inconspicuous scenery on the waterbed.

......

The spatial transformation seems to be the vicissitudes of life.

In the painting, there is a heaven and earth, the real heaven and earth, the real mountains and water, the real trees and forests, the real flowers and grasses, the real clouds and water.

Floating like a dream, a big dream for three autumns, I have to go somewhere to hide, hiding the wild fairy trail.

The aura is abundant, and the stars hang in the sky.

The willows by the stream, the shade by the river, the wooden houses under the trees, and the bamboo garden pavilion.

The peach blossoms fall all the way, and the green bamboos flutter all the way.

Mo Qiuhuai was deeply attracted by this beautiful scenery.

"Wow! this is a paradise...... It's so beautiful! But what's the use of this? Didn't Master ask me to concentrate on cultivating here and comprehend the stars of the Great Dao? Not a joke? I thought this was God's golden finger for me. ”

Mo Qiuhuai deliberately spoke loudly, but unexpectedly found that the ink master did not reply.

Carefully operating the Xingyun, I couldn't help but feel my scalp tingle, and I couldn't feel the existence of the ink master in my body. In a panic, Mo Qiuhuai spread his legs and ran wildly all the way, shouting the name of the ink master all the way.

In a bamboo garden, next to the stone table, the ink master sat firmly on the stone bench, tasting a cup of tea.

Mo Qiuhuai breathed a sigh of relief, great, the old man is still there.

"You kid, you are upset and irritable, and it is difficult to make a big deal!" the ink master shouted.

Mo Qiuhuai trotted all the way, hugged the ink master, and said coquettishly: "Isn't there still you? Huh, this feeling is so real, you ...... Are you alive?"

Master Mo laughed and said, "The name of this place is like a dream, it has become a world of its own, and it has become a heaven and earth. The rules here are a bit different from the outside world, but they are the same. Come with me, and take you to two men. ”

Although the heavens and the earth are small, the two small figures opposite them are as small as plankton.

After walking for a stick of incense, I saw a lot of flowers and trees along the way, but there were no birds and insects.

It seems that here, there are only plants, no animals.

"Master...... In fact, there are some things that the disciples don't quite understand. Mo Qiuhuai looked down at his marching steps and asked in a low voice.

"I know what you're going to ask, you want to ask why the floating dream happens to be in Yang Gu's hands, you want to ask if Su Xian can really change his life against the sky, and you want to ask if the luck of this world is a fateful situation. ”

Mo Qiuhuai looked up at the ink master with a calm face, and the ink master at this time was still in a black shirt, his eyes were like torches, and he was staring closely ahead. What Mo Shi said was not wrong, Mo Qiuhuai's doubts were basically related to fate. Since fate is determined by heaven, what are we mortals trying so hard to do?

Mo Shi walked a few steps, sighed, and said, "Qiu Huai, you have just come to the Xingyun Continent, and your mind is still relatively simple. However, after six years, I am afraid that your state of mind will change a lot. ”

Mo Qiuhuai was stunned and asked puzzledly, "Master, you want me to retreat for six years and hide from the world." Since we have not joined the WTO, why has there been a change in our state of mind? Like you said, my mind is pure, and if I practice silently here, my temperament will only be more pure, isn't it?"

Mo Shi did not answer this sentence directly, and said slowly: "The place I took you to has my memory, not the past, but the future...... And you have to read this memory before you can start your practice. May your heart still be like this after all of this. ”

As soon as the words fell, a three-story attic appeared in front of him, and a plaque read "The History of Dream Pen Books".

Mo Shi looked at the quaint gate in front of him, his thoughts of the past came to his heart, he stretched out his hand, ready to push open the wooden door, but his five fingers were bent, and he shrank back as if afraid.

"Master, I'll come. ”

Mo Qiuhuai's newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, and without the slightest hesitation in his heart, he kicked open the door.

Mo Shiyuan opened his eyes, looked at Mo Qiuhuai with an innocent face in surprise, and sighed: "You kid is not small, I didn't dare to be so presumptuous back then." ”

"Isn't it just a bigger house?

Mo Qiuhuai touched the back of his head and frowned and asked.

Master Mo glanced at Mo Qiuhuai with pity, and sighed, "Qiuhuai...... Don't be so impulsive in the future...... You yourself still talk about the 'black goat' theory to others, and you haven't made the same mistake yourself. There are two machine spirits living in the history of the dream pen book, and the machine spirits understand it? ”

Mo Qiu said in his heart: "It's really not easy to dream like a dream, and Master Mo looks like this, it seems that he is jealous of these two legendary butlers. It seems that we will have to be careful in the future, so as not to make the two machine spirits angry!"

The interior of the history of Mengbi is different from the rustic appearance, and the space is very spacious.

A dazzling array of books are neatly arranged in rows of bookcases, and at a glance, it is impossible to see the end. Just every once in a while, a spiral staircase leads to the upper floors.

Master Mo looked left and right, and said softly: "I'll go find the two machine spirits, you settle down here, don't move around, don't turn things here, including these books, understand?"

Seeing that Mo Qiuhuai nodded seriously, Master Mo left with peace of mind.

Looking at the back of the ink master in the distance, Mo Qiuhuai raised an eyebrow, and muttered: "Isn't it just a few broken books, why can't you move." ”

Protesting on the lips, but the body was very honest, Mo Qiuhuai stood stupidly in place, carefully looking at the surrounding environment.

The history of the Dream Pen Book is a huge library, except for bookcases, desks, cushions, candlesticks, and books, there seems to be no other miscellaneous items.

It's really a complete library, there is nothing worthy of Master's vigilance?

Mo Qiuhuai finally couldn't stand still, he walked slowly, just walking, he couldn't say what kind of organs and formations were arranged in this kind of place, right?

Could it be that the people who live here have to crack the formations and mechanisms when they read books every day?

After walking for a long time, Mo Qiuhuai truly realized what "big" is.

A whisper sounded, and the thin and fragmented female voice echoed in his ears, and when he listened carefully, it was not the language of this world at all, and it was not like a language, but a meaningless whisper, Mo Qiuhuai stood still, and his whole body was smart, and the voice suddenly disappeared again.

Alas...... What am I doing? What is there to be afraid of in this kind of place?