The workmanship of the wooden arrows is very good.

The wavy stripes of the branch itself were cut straight by a file and inserted into the blue-gray cloth shoe, which Liancheng kicked backwards, opened a crack, and the cloth shoe was completely rotten.

When I turned my head, the Taoist priests next to me were running away desperately, hiding under the eaves and under the stone table to avoid the arrows.

The sound of sighing was endless, and the terrible screams of someone being hit by an arrow made Liancheng can't help but look sideways.

He couldn't help but want to pinch himself hard.

It doesn't hurt in a dream. In reality, the sense of touch in the dream will only become excited, joyful, fearful, worried, trembling and other emotions, even if it is falling from a height, all you can experience is fear, and there is no unbearable pain.

The fingers twisted the tender flesh on the inside of the arm—

It doesn't hurt at all!

Lian Cheng subconsciously smiled, and he couldn't laugh when he smiled.

He knew it was a dream, and he couldn't escape this strange dream. After a little recollection, the memory is still stuck in the image of the mouth and nose immersed in the ointment.

"Senior brother!" a wide-mouthed little Taoist priest hissed.

He was hit by an arrow in the abdomen, his gray robe was all soaked with blood, and his body twitched against the doorpost, and he only had the strength to shout, even if he couldn't even move an arm.

The little Taoist priest looked at Liancheng pleadingly, and his voice was intermittent: "Lian, Senior Brother Lian, look at the same door...... For my sake, give me a good time...... It hurts, I'm good, it's so uncomfortable......"

Liancheng was stunned.

He didn't know the young man. The senior brother summoned from his mouth, without memory as a foundation, is as frivolous as duckweed, unconvincing, and even more difficult to touch Liancheng's heart.

It's a dream.

An imaginary, non-existent, false dream. He is the master of everything, the creator of all things in dreams, and when the imaginary creation begs for mercy from the creator, Liancheng experiences an indescribable strange taste.

When people are in a dream, or even mistaken for reality, they are more hesitant and fearful. When the subjective consciousness awakens and completely discerns the hypocrisy of the world, the subconscious mind will push its master in the direction of violating the dream.

He had to do something.

The officers and soldiers outside continued to shout: "Listen to the people inside, let the Nine Dao Chiefs come out by themselves, it is better than us to kill them! Every time we drag on half a pillar of incense, we will kill a villager at the foot of the mountain, and it will be your life, let's see who God will punish!"

The Taoist temple was even more panicked.

There are men and women, old and young, among the Taoist priests. Humanity is on full display, some are forbearant and angry, some are sobbing quietly, and some are sneaky looking for other exits.

"The Nine Dao Chiefs haven't been back for six hundred years......

"Please, somebody's going to save us. ”

Lian Cheng glanced at the Taoist who spoke.

He didn't understand the logic of the words. Looking up at the sky, two bright suns side by side, this is clearly not a world that can be explained by logic and causality.

Lian Cheng picked up the iron short sword on the ground and flipped it in his hand, the blade of the sword was much shorter than a normal sword, like a dagger, but it weighed about five or six kilograms. The hilt of the sword is also pure metal, cold and hard, clenched, and the protruding threads make the palm of the hand slightly painful.

The cyan sword is engraved with the word "Liuxin".

Everything in the dream has a special meaning.

Liancheng stared at the inscription, frowned and thought, and then faintly had a clue, and the door of the Taoist temple was suddenly kicked open by brute force. The officers and soldiers wearing official uniforms escorted the villagers in, and when the more than 100 people settled down, the murderer who hit the head scolded loudly.

"You have really eaten the gall of a bear's heart and a leopard! Kill me, this sin is all recorded on your heads. ”

The murderer pulled the knife flower, and faced the old man in front of him, and the white blade went in and the red blade came out. The village chief, who was nearly sixty years old, collapsed in a pool of blood, convulsed, and then did not move.

He laughed wildly: "This is what will happen to not letting the Nine Dao people see us!"

The officers and soldiers carried out a clamshell of incense, on which were inserted with dozens of long incense sticks, and an officer and soldier laughed and took out a fire fold and lit a long incense stick, and the spark lit up, obviously sandalwood burned faster than the fuse of explosives!

"When the time for a stick of incense is up, kill two more for them to see!"

The officers and men brutally dragged out, one tall and one short.

The short one was a small trader, the tall one was a scholar, and two knives went down one after another, and two more corpses appeared on the ground. They lit incense again, and dragged in a taciturn young man, who was not as distressed as the man in front of him, gritted his teeth and said nothing, and then dragged a dog over.

Liancheng asked himself in a low voice: "Are dogs also considered villagers?"

Before his voice landed, the eyes of everyone present suddenly looked at Liancheng. Even the dead corpses on the ground were no exception, and the eyes of the dead stared at him like ghosts.

The officers and soldiers suddenly laughed: "You are the head of the Nine Dao, you finally came out." If I hide again, I will not only kill the village chief, the vendors, the scholars, the mute villagers, but also the dogs, the fish, the birds in the sky, and finally kill a few women and children to play, which is very interesting, very interesting!"

Lian Cheng held his sword and replied softly, "I'm not a Nine Dao Chief. ”

The cheeked murderer sneered: "You can induce the true scriptures, you are the head of the Nine Dao, this is absolutely wrong." It's been six hundred years, we've had enough of endless reincarnation, and if we kill you, we can escape from here!"

"You are my demons, my evil thoughts and my limits. Even if you kill me, where can you go?" Liancheng smiled openly: "Officials, businessmen, intellectuals, silent ordinary people, violent impulses, the last framework of morality and ethics. The first time I went straight to the bottom of my subconscious, it turned out to be like this. ”

He shook his head: "I've dreamed enough, it's time to wake up." ”

With a flick of his wrist, the green sword shook violently, and countless fragments fell with a bang, and as soon as these small pieces of iron came into contact with the air, they turned into strange words that jumped out one by one, connecting into nine layers of circular wheels around Liancheng, gradually moving closer to each other, and finally disappeared into his body.

Liancheng realized in his mind that the coherent picture of a sword waving out of thin air flickered non-stop!

This is a simple sword technique called Liuxin.

There are only three moves: ascending, stabbing, and jumping, which are upward picking, forward stabbing, and leaping slashing.

It is not so much a sword technique, but a way of spiritual energy moving in his body! It is a strange energy that is carried by a sword and operates in the form of qi in the five bodies.

Originally, Reiki had no shape, like water, and only in a container would it express a fixed form. The aura generated in Liancheng's body is a set of invisible swordsmanship galloping in the bloodline bones!

Even if it was a dream, Liancheng still felt a sharp pain in his soul.

If you want to say how much it hurts, it probably hurts as much as "CNM"! Not a few seconds or minutes, after several CNM unit time, Liancheng finally recovered from the pain of scolding to exhaustion.

Why is there no anesthetic in my dreams?

Liancheng considered this issue very seriously.

The men, women, and children in the Taoist temple suddenly made a voice in unison: "Fortune the sword with qi, and the sword moves with the air." Fish and water blend together, and the two become one......"

Lian Cheng barely stood and shouted: "The sword is coming!"

The mist shrouded his wrist, and a pale cyan short sword about half an arm long solidified out of thin air.

"Flowing heart!" he blessed his heart, shaking his wrist and waving obliquely.

There was a loud bang in reality, and it suddenly pulled Liancheng back from the dream. He jerked his head up and pulled his head out of the sticky plaster, and when he looked at the source of the sound, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

He saw the stars.

It is rare to see this kind of beauty in an industrialized city, and Liancheng was moved speechless, and even burst into tears.

It's beautiful.

But there should have been a wall in that place!