In the early morning, the sky takes on a dark gray and boundless gloom.

On a half-zhang wide desert road, Bian Yao was wearing a gray-white thick cloth coat, carrying a burden on his back and walking slowly, his slightly frowning brows showed that he was full of thoughts.

More than half a month has passed since that night and the night corpse escaped from the palace. If you want to take the dry road to Cave City, you must take a detour from the western border of Huangzhou City. He pretended to be an ordinary person and traveled all the way to the southwest, sleeping day and night.

In the past few days, he had wanted to secretly rush to the western suburbs of the imperial city more than once to meet and say goodbye to He Qingyin, but he went further and further in various worries and hesitations. In addition, due to the urgency of time and the hurry of leaving, he didn't have time to tell the night corpse about many things that happened to him.

In the afternoon, through a grove on a high slope, sparse houses came into his view. At the end of the farther line of sight, there is a long "black line", the hills that stretch for hundreds of miles, which is the dividing line between Huangzhou City and Cave City.

The cold wind suddenly rose, and Bian Yao jumped and ran down the hillside, stepping on a rugged and winding path.

Half an hour later, he was walking along the narrow roads in the countryside when he spotted some civilians busy with hoes in the fields on either side.

Walking slowly to the foot of a dead tree, Bian Yao stopped, unburdened himself and sat on the tree, quietly watching the figures bent over the field. He didn't feel tired, he just wanted to take a short break in a place where there were people. He didn't see anyone for a few days, which made him feel a sense of loneliness in his heart, coupled with boredom and anxiety, which made his mood very low.

"Young man from afar, are you tired?" At this time, an old voice came into Bian Yao's ears, sounding very charitable.

Turning his head around the sound, Bian Yao saw that in the field not far away, an old man with gray hair was looking at him with a hoe, his wrinkled face showing the vicissitudes of life.

Bian Yao shook his head with a smile, got up and walked a few steps to the edge of the field, looked at the empty land, and asked curiously, "Old man, what are you doing?"

"The soil here hardens easily and needs to be loosened every day to ensure that the seeds of the crops germinate, grow and mature. The old man said with a smile.

"Isn't it troublesome to do this every day?" Bian Yao bent down and grabbed a handful of broken soil, and gently lowered it, feeling a little incredible.

The old man smiled and didn't answer, but suddenly asked, "Young man, you should be a dream cultivator, right?"

Hearing this, Bian Yao couldn't help but raise his head, and asked with a smile, "How do you know?

"I've met many people in my life, but only dreamers find it a hassle to go to the fields every day to loosen the soil. The old man looked at him with a smile on his face and replied in a tone full of meaning.

Bian Yao was stunned for a moment, he couldn't understand the meaning of the old man's words, and felt a little embarrassed, so he raised his hand and scratched his head, smirked a few times and didn't speak.

"Young dreamer, the journey ahead is always full of hardships, I wish you a safe arrival!" said the old man sincerely, his old face blooming with a simple and benevolent smile.

"Thank you, old man. Bian Yao returned with a sincere smile, did not stop any longer, waved goodbye to the old man, and walked towards the distant hills.

After about half an hour, the village and the houses were gone, and Bian Yao once again entered a desolate and uninhabited land. Untied the burden on his back and put it in the space bag, he wanted to run along the north wind.

Approaching sunset, Bian Yao finally came to the foot of the hills, with a little excitement, jumped into the chaotic trees and grass, and hurriedly pulled himself over the top of the mountain.

In the evening, the red sun was setting in the west, and the wind gradually weakened.

After walking for a moment on the nameless path among the wild trees and dead grass, Bian Yao suddenly jumped on a tall stone, the wind gently blew his slightly messy hair, looking back at the north, it seemed that the road seemed so small and vast.

Suddenly let out a shallow sigh, and the young man's heart set off a little melancholy. Facing west, he sat on a stone and watched the sun set, just as he saw a lone goose flying south.

Suddenly, he couldn't help but recall that back then, when he was a child, he led the "Dream Fruit" and wandered outside the southern city of Cave City all day long, living by stealing other people's things, and being chased and scolded was something he would experience almost every day. Until one day, "Dream Fruit" was beaten to death, and he slept in a daze, transforming from a mortal to a person with dream cultivation qualifications, and when he woke up, he met the girl He Qingyin, and then the night corpse, and then his life began to change.

Looking back on the various experiences in the past years, there is suddenly an illusion of dreaming, as if I have experienced a dream in my youth and ignorance, and it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood. Now he awoke from his dream, and found himself sitting alone on a hill, watching the sun set, accompanied only by the cold evening breeze.

Time passed quietly, and the sky gradually darkened.

On a clear winter night, it seems to be a little bit of stars embedded in the night, and the flickering cold light faintly makes people feel a little chill.

Bian Yao jumped lightly from the top of the stone, turned to the leeward side of the south, and sat down against the stone wall. He decided to spend the night here and wait until dawn before continuing on his journey.

It was quiet all around, and although the vegetation on the top of the mountain was very lush, it was not very high, and it could not hide the ferocious beasts. It's winter again, and most of the animals are hibernating, so you don't have to worry about being disturbed by predators.

After eating a few spirit fruits, Bian Yao took out a piece of the book from the space bag, closed his eyes and immersed his consciousness in it, and carefully read the map inside the book.

Shuxian is located in the southernmost part of Huangzhou, on the southern border of the state border, bordering Zezhou. Starting from Huangzhou City to the south, you need to pass through Xuecheng County, Linghu County, Xiyang County, Hanjiang County, Lu County and Yushi County, as well as wastelands, mountains and forests, hills, and rivers are sandwiched in it, the whole route is very long, and the hardships are naturally needless to say.

In fact, it is not so much that the distance is long, but the most important thing is that there will be dangers. For cultivators, danger is training and testing. The night corpse let Bian Yao rush to Shu County alone, naturally because of his considerations.

Today's Bian Yao is no longer an ignorant child without experience, and with his realm at the peak of the late stage of a dream walker, he also has a self-preservation ability that far surpasses that of the same level of dream cultivation, and it is only a matter of time before he breaks through to dream mania. For cultivators, enduring hardships and hardships is a necessary experience, and this process and experience are very important! In particular, the cultivation experience accumulated during the two realms of dreamwalker and dreammania, as well as the perception of life and dream cultivation, have a great influence on a person's future and determine how far he can go on the path of "dream cultivation."

Bian Yao leaned against the stone and quietly looked up at the starry sky, and deep in his heart, he had mixed emotions such as excitement, anticipation and fear for this journey. And everything that is unknown can always easily attract people to yearn for, especially the ignorant and curious teenager, like a fledgling who spreads his wings for the first time, and it is an irresistible temptation to soar under the sky!

This night, Bian Yao barely closed his eyes, he seemed to have forgotten everything in the past, and scenes that he had never seen before appeared in his mind, representing longing and the unknown.

The cold night is long, and the fantasy sky is forever boundless.

When the fiery morning sun rose from the east, when the first rays of sunlight shone on the hills, Bian Yao turned over from the stone and stood up, turned to look at the east. After a night of contemplation and conversion, confusion and anxiety had been swept away from his mind.

The morning light sprinkled on the young man's eyes and face like thousands of golden threads, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, stretching his arms and waist to meet him, so vigorous.

Leaping to the edge of the south side of the mountain, he stood still and looked ahead, and saw a wide grassland. The corners of the young man's mouth slowly raised, and he suddenly shouted, as if cheering for the new world he was about to enter. Suddenly, he slammed his toes to the ground, rushed out of his body, jumped and rushed down the hills, and ran towards the endless grassland.

In the cold of the morning and winter, Bian Yao turned into a figure like a white bird, with the unique passion of the young man, galloping on the field in the morning light, running straight into the distance!

(PS: At this point, the first volume is over, and the next volume is the second volume.) ）