It's spectacular!

The population of Yuezhou is dozens of times that of Haicheng, and such a spectacular dream scene should have been expected.

However, Zhang Xiaju is still a little "beautiful".

Sure enough, kindness is rewarded, and following Fang Fatzi can see such a picture, which is completely different from the feeling of Yuezhou City seen on the hill next to the Gu family's small building.

Mengmang can only be seen by her opponent when Zhang Xiaju turns into a martial artist, and the disciples of the Five Thunder Sect who have entered the Great Dream Cave can also see it, other than that, others can't see Mengmang.

Therefore, the magnificent scenery in front of him belongs only to Zhang Xiaju alone.

In the country of thunder, Lei City is atmospheric and slightly depressed, and the atmosphere of Lei City cannot be compared with Yuezhou.

Haicheng is small, and it cannot be spread due to the limitation of the coastline, and it does not have the symmetrical and square beauty of the metropolis at all, but it is vibrant.

Yuezhou is more vibrant.

Therefore, this is a city that is even bigger than Thunder City and more vibrant than Sea City.

Now, in Zhang Xiaju's eyes, there are two cities, one is realistic and the other is a dream.

Isn't all the dreams projected into the clouds a city of people's dreams?

Zhang Xia raised her mouth and opened her mouth slightly, this was the first time she saw the empty city above the dream, it was still very blurry, and she saw some roofs and pavilions in the shadows, but she couldn't show the whole picture, and the bottom seemed to be covered by clouds and mist.

What is Dream?

It's something that people crave every day, but it won't be able to achieve for a while.

Everyone has such a desire.

Dreams are not only produced by people who are asleep, but also by awake people, but relatively speaking, the light of dreams will be much lighter, which is Zhang Xiaju's second harvest of looking at Yuezhou tonight.

As far as the eye can see, those wisps of transparent yarn rise from the ground, and soon drift away with the wind, unable to rise to the sky, which is the dream of a sober person.

Zhang Xia's heart moved, and that was enough, and then her mind spread, attached to the faint dreams.

Zhang Xiaju didn't interpret these dreams, and she wouldn't do it when she cultivated in the past, because it was too draining. Besides, knowing other people's dreams is a completely meaningless thing for her, is it possible that she still wants to realize each other's dreams after knowing it?

Zhang Xiaju attached to those faint dreams and only made one attempt, that is, to let these dreams be her eyes. Soon, Zhang Xiaju saw Fang Shiyu and the three Yang brothers.

They were talking enthusiastically, and the three Yang brothers seemed to have a look of regret on their faces, probably because they or the senior brother didn't come and only Fang Shiyu came.

The adults of the Yang family took Fang Shiyu to the back garden and then left, showing a degree of advance and retreat.

Zhang Xiaju saw that there were more than 100 people in the back garden, the men were handsome and chic, and the women were graceful, all dressed up, like brightly colored brocade chickens suddenly appearing in the woods.

They appeared in front of Fang Shiyu one by one, in different ways, some were normal greetings, showing neither humility nor arrogance; many were a little nervous, with smiles on their faces; some girls were shy and timid, adding a sneaky glance in their words; some were obviously older and arrogant, and the most daring of this type was to pretend to slip accidentally, and then the whole body fell into Fang Shiyu's arms.

No matter how bad the martial arts are, attending this occasion is at least the cultivation of the martial arts triple, how could he trip over something under his feet?

One is so, and the other is still the same, but Fang Shiyu is still happy to do this, holding his small waist, holding his delicate body, and secretly working hard in his fingers: touching, twisting, kneading...... All kinds of kung fu come.

Zhang Xiaju's field of vision is not fixed, it changes due to dreams, high and low, the scenery picture suddenly zooms in and then shrinks, and when I see Fang Shiyu doing those small movements, it is enlarged, and the picture is exceptionally clear. Most of the time, the picture is blurry, which has something to do with Zhang Xiaju's lack of proficiency and kung fu.

The back garden of the sheep family is very large, there is still a big piece in the air, all kinds of tropical flowers are planted on all sides, some are open at night, Zhang Xiaju sees the flower bones growing, swaying in the wind, blooming, and the beauty of life is on the heart one by one.

There are various pavilions and pavilions in the trees and flowers, flower paths and small bridges and flowing water, and rockeries are stacked in the middle, which is quite a Jiangnan garden style, and it is a beach that gathers in the center of the back garden.

This is a little strange, Zhang Xiaju thought about it, this should be a man-made beach, there are grass pavilions with the flavor of the sea country, and outside the grass pavilion, there are more than ten maids in grass skirts and very cool standing side by side, and some people come to dance enthusiastically. The beach is dotted with small tables with whale oil lamps, fruit bowls with melon and fruit snacks and wine jugs and glasses.

Not long after, the noble sons and ladies who participated in the night banquet all came to the beach, they were either drinking, or chatting, of course, Fang Shiyu was the center of the people.

When the "picture" was clear, Zhang Xiaju saw that Fang Shiyu's face was full of red light, and he always maintained a posture of hugging left and right, Zhang Xiaju secretly sighed in his heart.

The male servants rushed in from both sides, carrying some guys, while behind them carried the corpses of demon beasts like small mountains, which were bloody and seemed to show that they had just been slaughtered.

Four butchers dance barefoot on the beach, dancing with ox-eared knives in their hands. Good knife technique, Zhang Xia's eyes lit up, as if it was not the butcher's hand moving, but those demon beasts pulling the ox ear sharp knife moving.

Zhang Xiaju couldn't hear the sound, but he could imagine that there was a wonderful and slight rustling sound coming out at this moment. Accompanied by the sound, the flesh of various strange-shaped demon beasts obediently separated. As soon as the flesh was separated, there were immediately small servants who followed it with plates of different sizes, and then they were quickly divided into small pieces.

The atmosphere of the scene became warm, and the noble sons and ladies surrounded them, and even the fat man looked at him curiously.

Zhang Xiaju suddenly thought of the sentence "easy to solve", which gave her some enlightenment.

This feeling is a little strange, four people whose martial arts cultivation is significantly lower than her can actually give her martial arts enlightenment, maybe the way of learning, not only looking up, but also looking down?

If Wang Ming knew Zhang Xiaju's epiphany, he would sigh that Zhang Xiaju has the potential to be an educator, isn't this what she understands is the truth of "threesome, there must be my teacher"?

The scene suddenly became enthusiastic, and Zhang Xiaju noticed that there were shirtless strong men beating drums everywhere, and the girl in the grass skirt outside the grass pavilion was also "wandering", and the picture was really spicy. Someone started yelling, their emotions were high, and the faces of those who were pursed and didn't scream were flushed.

The ladies began to take turns to appear in front of Fang Shiyu and toast.

Fang Fatzi did not refuse to come, and frequently raised his glass.

The nobles began to take the divided demon beast meat and grill it on a charcoal grill, with serious and serious expressions. If there is a baked one, it will be immediately brought to Fang Shiyu and presented as a treasure. Fang Fatzi did not refuse to come, and soon his mouth was full of oil, and the expression on his face was exaggerated, close to the appearance of "extremely cool".

The three sheep brothers appeared carrying a huge goat, one set up the barbecue grill neatly, one used tools to spread the goat's limbs, and the other was busy lighting a fire.

The three brothers cooperated tacitly, and almost completed the work at the same time, a five-colored flame rose, and the goats in the stall were roasted in the flames, turning from time to time, and the oil could be seen to begin to fall, and the color was changing to golden yellow.

Zhang Xiaju hurriedly fixed his hand, and when the "picture" became clear again, he no longer looked at the roasted whole sheep, but looked around to see if there were any characters who were suspected of being gods.

"Qianxue, what do you think of Wang Ming?"

A very nice male voice suddenly came out of a box on the third floor of the teahouse where Zhang Xiaju was.