The black clouds on the mountain cover the sky, and the shadows are heavy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the dream of Hengjiang, the sky is like blood, the earth is cracked, the magma river is like a cracked blood vessel, like a broken spider web, spreading in all directions, and the ground magma is like blood, boiling and rolling, roaring like thunder, exuding a monstrous fishy smell, and making people dizzy.

A boulder in a wilderness divided by rivers of magma.

The river stands on top of a huge rock.

The surrounding area is overwhelming, and there are magic shadows.

Although he was in his dream, his mind was not half disordered, and when he smelled the smell of blood that filled the heavens and the earth, his mind was calmer.

"The Xiahou clan, there are more than 1,000 clansmen, and in terms of the momentum of the whole body, Xiahou Yi has reached the peak of the pure yang immortals, which is not trivial. If what Xiahou Yi said is true, the ancestor of his Xiahou Yi clan once destroyed the Abyss Great Demon, and even used the method of seizing the immortal gate to pour his soul into the body of the Abyss Great Demon and occupy his physical body. In this way, the ancestor of the Xiahou Yi clan, in ancient times, must be a figure who dominates the world!"

"I don't know how many years have passed since ancient times. Xiahou Yi said that Xiahou Yi was unswervingly committed and had been guarding Yizhi Mountain. If this is the case, in terms of the unwavering belief of the Xiahou family, they must be the ones who say what they say and do what they say. If I can really help them get out of the sea of suffering, the Xiahou clan will respect me. ”

"However, my talent is mediocre, and the fairy road is full of difficulties and dangers for me. I can't protect myself, how can I have the ability to help the Xiahou family?"

Yokoe stared at the Demon Shadow in the air, thinking that even if the Demon Shadow killed him, he would not dodge or dodge, allowing the Demon Shadow to cut him with a knife and axe, tear him with his claws, and bite him with his teeth.

The sky is full of demon shadows, but it does not kill Hengjiang.

The demons are like cats and mice, slowly tormenting Hengjiang, trying to play with him, ravage him, and destroy him......

In a moment, the skin and flesh on Hengjiang's body rolled up, and through the dense wounds, he could already see the white bones of Sensen.

Ordinary people dream and don't feel pain, so once they wake up in a dream, they will pinch themselves hard to see if it hurts, and if it doesn't hurt, they can be sure that they are dreaming.

Now, the scene of this group of demons invading, even if it is just a dream, Hengjiang's feelings are still very clear.

Despite all the pain, Hengjiang remained immovable.

It seems that this person who is really being attacked by demons is not him, but someone else.

With his calm demeanor, he seemed to be a bystander.

"Let's go!"

The palm, which had always been slender and delicate, white as jade, suddenly stretched out to Hengjiang's side and held Hengjiang's arm.

When Hengjiang looked back, he was already determined.

The owner of this palm is the woman in the painting.

Seeing Hengjiang looking at her, the woman sighed and said, "Lang Jun, why do you despise yourself like this?"

Hengjiang looked at this peerless woman face to face, trying to see the woman's face clearly through the wonderful appearance of the immortal treasures on her face, but in vain, there seemed to be a layer of mist on the woman's face, blocking the woman's true appearance.

Yokoe has seen the portrait of this woman, so he naturally knows what this woman looks like.

But the more times he saw the woman in his dreams, the more he felt that the face drawn in the picture scroll was faintly incompatible with the femininity he saw in his dream. This made Hengjiang feel that maybe the face of the portrait in the picture scroll was not the true face of the woman, and even the appearance of the statue outside Zixiao Palace was not the real face of the woman.

However, the truth and truth, in the end, Yokoe does not know.

Yokoe looked at the woman intently and said, "I'm just waiting for you to come." ”

The woman said, "Why is Lang Jun waiting for me in his dream?"

Hengjiang said: "More than ten years ago, I saw your portrait, and I would dream of you every night. I have also asked people about you, and I learned that in the world of immortals, I don't know how many people have seen your portrait, and I don't know how many people have brought your portrait with me, but no one is like me, I will see you in my dreams every night, and when I wake up, I find that the picture scroll is held in my arms...... There is no one like me, as soon as I see you in a dream, I have an indescribable lovesickness in my heart. ”

The woman looked back at Hengjiang, looked at Hengjiang with four eyes, and said: "I don't know what to do, and I go deep." ”

At this moment, the two of them had flown over hundreds of magma rivers and came hundreds of miles away, leaving the shadows that invaded the Hengjiang River far behind.

The woman held the river and flew to a mountain.

The demons in the rear pursued them, swept away the monstrous demonic energy, and showed their teeth and claws, which was extremely terrifying.

The woman's sleeves flicked, and the bottom of her hand bloomed with ten thousand rays of brilliance, chasing the demons from behind and killing them cleanly.

Yokoe asked, "Who the hell are you?"

The woman waved her hand to kill the demons, turned to look at Hengjiang, and said, "I don't know who I am." ”

This sounds very perfunctory, but Yokoe feels that this statement is sincere and does not seem to be false.

The woman's eyes were like autumn water, and her voice was like a spring breeze, and she said: "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that Lang Jun saw me and still had lovesickness in my heart." ”

The woman's words made Hengjiang raise his eyebrows.

"Lovesickness is endless, and I can't forget it. ”

"If you don't forget, there will be an echo. ”

The woman seemed to be chanting scriptures, as if she was chanting poetry, and muttered two sentences.

Between the dark mountains and rivers, on the hot river, the fishy wind blows.

The woman's figure was blown by the wind and dissipated like a cloud.

Hengjiang silently recited the mantra of purifying his heart, and woke up from his dream, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the sky above the Yizhi Mountain, the deep and vast night sky, the stars and the moon were dotted, and there was no sound.

Xiahou Yi led the clansmen of the Xiahou Yi clan, and they had already fallen to the ground, and in the courtyard of the town guard's mansion, the black pressure stood in a large area. However, now the people of the Xiahou Yi clan, including Xiahou Yi, have a faint aura on their bodies that is a little weaker than before.

Hengjiang stood up, looked at Xiahou Yi, and said, "Thank you!"

Xiahou Yi replied: "The order of the mountain lord, we should follow it." ”

Yokoe asked: "The aura on your body has been faintly weakened a little, is it possible that this group of demon night dances will make your vitality hurt a lot?"

Xiahou Yi said: "The Dance of the Night Walk of the Demons will not hurt our vitality greatly, but if we perform the Dance of the Night Dance of the Demons and invade the dream of the other party, we will be killed by the other party in the dream and broken by the other party, and the vitality will be damaged." ”

I see.

Hengjiang nodded, and asked again: "I have just come to Yizhi Mountain, and I am not familiar with the affairs here. It's getting late tonight, how about we talk about it tomorrow?"

Xiahou Yi said: "Honorable order." ”

Immediately, with a wave of Xiahou Yi's arm, more than a thousand members of the Xiahou clan retreated like a tide.

Xiahou Yi walked at the end and said, "I'll wait for the cave house, just under the mountain, please stay here." ”

Hengjiang nodded and said, "Xiahou Dao is friendly." ”

This sound of Xiahou Daoyou made Xiahou Yi's footsteps pause slightly, and then he strode away, walked outside the courtyard, and then sank, turned into a black light, burrowed into the ground, and disappeared.

After Xiahou Yishi left, Hengjiang returned to the hall, sat down at the desk, and picked up a pen to paint.

Yokoe rarely paints, but he is very accomplished in painting. At that time in the Middle-earth Empire, Mr. Zhou could be said to be the leading erudite Confucian within 70,000 miles of rivers and mountains, and he was a master of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Although Hengjiang's cultivation talent is mediocre, he is not stupid, the ordinary qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are different from the Xianmen legal system, Hengjiang has the true biography of Mr. Zhou, and he is talented in all aspects of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting.

With a pen, a picture of a beautiful woman jumped on the paper.

The woman in the painting is the woman Yokoe saw in his dream.

After Hengjiang finished painting this scroll, he used a little Xianmen means to frame the scroll, put it in his sleeve, and then returned to the courtyard again, lying on a stool and sleeping on his back.

In the dream, I saw the woman again.

The woman didn't speak, just looked at Hengjiang with a smile.

No matter what Yokoe said to her, she smiled.

As for what she once said, she didn't know what to do and went deep, but Hengjiang naturally couldn't hear it.

As soon as the morning dawned, Yokoe woke up from his dream, only to find that he had held the scroll with the portrait of a woman in his arms, just like ten years ago.

"Could it be that she only speaks when there is an extremely dangerous situation in her dreams?"

Yokoe put the scroll back on the table and was about to take a shower and change clothes, but found that today's mood was very different from yesterday's.

The previous troubled and anxious thoughts were swept away.

Now my mind is very peaceful.

It's as peaceful as when he just entered the Xuanming Dojo, except for cultivating immortals and asking the four words, he doesn't pay much attention to the rest of the things, and he has no distractions, only asking about the immortal road.

"I never thought that I dreamed of her, and it had the miraculous effect of calming my mind!"

Yokoe smiled, didn't think about it anymore, grabbed the scroll on the table, and hung it on the wall of the hall.

The position of the scroll is directly opposite the desk in Hengjiang, and the distance between the scroll and the desk is about seven or eight feet.

After Hengjiang bathed and changed clothes, the three mantras such as the purifying heart mantra passed by the master were silently recited several times, this is the method of holding the mantra, since the original Uncle Lu Qinghuang opened the altar to preach, after passing on the three methods, Hengjiang held the mantra every day, and never stopped.

Today's process of holding the mantra is the same as in the past, but in front of Hengjiang, there is an extra portrait of a woman.

Hengjiang took out a pen and paper, and was about to practice the method of talismans, when he suddenly felt something, looked up, and suddenly found that the woman in the painting, who seemed to be walking gracefully, walked out of the scroll, stood at his table, picked up a piece of cinnabar ink on the table, and wanted to polish the ink for him.

"Girl!"

Hengjiang shouted, surprised in his heart, reached out to touch the woman's arm, but found that he didn't touch anything in his hand, and then shook his head violently, concentrating, but found that the room was empty, except for him sitting at the table, there was no one else at the desk, listening attentively, and only faintly heard the sound and shadow of a few words of exorcism magic recited from time to time when the left protector was in the courtyard to practice the Dharma protector Yin soldiers.

The inkstone on the table is dry and traceless.

"It turned out to be a hallucination. ”

Yokoe shook his head, stood up, and walked towards the scroll, staring at the woman in the painting.

The longer he looked at the portrait, the more intense the longing in his heart became. There was even an inexplicable impulse that drove Hengjiang, so that he almost couldn't help but take off the scroll and hold it tightly in his arms.