“...... I think of your face again, looking for a meeting in a dream......

Always...... Seeing in your eyes, there are thousands of entanglements......

This life is related to the next life, and what is the life and death promise

If you are with you, you don't envy the mandarin ducks and don't envy the immortals......"

On a drizzly and breezy day, a melodious song came from nowhere. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The song is crisp and tactful, like a lark, fluttering, like a naughty kite, floating and fluttering, floating and fluttering, floating up the sky, jumping over the woods, over the hills, and floating into Nangong's dream.

"What a beautiful singing voice......"

"What a familiar voice......"

"The one who sings...... Who is she?"

"I ...... And where?"

Nangong was having a dream at this time, a bizarre dream. In my dream, there is an island called Aiji Island, and on the island there is a city that has been lost for thousands of years, called Hamnata, the capital of the dead.

There, he met many, many people. There are people, beasts, elves, machines, and demons......

There, too, he encountered many, many things. There are good things and bad things.

On that island, he endured many difficult battles, the most dangerous of which was when he fought a man with a single horn on his head for three days and three nights, and almost died......

It was also on that island that he obtained two scriptures and summoned a divine dragon that granted him three wishes—any wish, including the return of the dead.

He also dreamed that he had a broken hand, and he also dreamed of ...... I actually cut open my chest with my own hands and dug out my heart!

The unforgettable pain seemed to go deep into the deepest part of the soul, making Nangong unable to help himself.

He couldn't believe what he had seen, but the pain was so real, so real that it was like the claws of hell that he knew it was a dream, but he couldn't wake up.

"Is this really a dream? If it's a dream, then the pain...... Why is it so real?" he asked himself.

However, between the unreal and the real, he can only let the dream change, and he can't control himself.

There is no answer to this question.

In the world of dreams, no one can give him an answer.

The singing voice was tactful, as if floating from the sky, and became Nangong's only solace in this endless dream. He really wanted to find the source of the song, and this thought was so strong that he was "hungry and thirsty".

It is as if a traveler who has traveled ten days and ten nights in the desert without drinking a drop of water suddenly sees a clear stream, which is so alluring and arouses the deepest longing of the soul.

Nangong ran along with the song, and countless visions passed by along the way, tempting him, wanting him to stop, saying that this is Bliss, this is the Pure Land, staying here can make him forget all his suffering, forget all his pain, and let him ......

Get eternal life!

However, Nangong's footsteps did not stop for more than half a minute because of this, he ran and ran in the direction where the song floated until he ran through an unknown amount of time and space, and finally, he stopped in front of a blood-red gate.

He had to stop, because the door was so big, it seemed to seal the whole world. Looking back at the way I came, I saw that all the illusions had disappeared, and only darkness remained. In the darkness, there are many ghosts.

There was no way out, and there was a haze behind, and Nangong stood in front of this gate, hesitating.

At that moment, the song suddenly disappeared, replaced by a voice full of seduction.

"Push it away......"

"Push open this door......"

"Inside the door...... It's the world you want!"

The voice kept repeating the words, repeating, repeating...... It's like you'll never get tired of it, and it's as if that's all it can say.

The voice of temptation, Nangong had heard too much when he ran along the song, and every time, he held his mind, resisted the temptation, and walked calmly. But this time, he couldn't resist.

For it was the first time he heard it, or more precisely, from the first time he saw the great door, he suddenly discovered it......

The person who spoke turned out to be himself.

-- It was the voice from the deepest part of my heart!

The voice of the heart is the voice of the heart.

It was because he wanted to open the door that he heard that voice. Therefore, that voice was not temptation at all, but the desire and hope in his heart.

"Push it away......"

"Push open this door......"

"Inside the door...... It's the world you want!"

The voice sounded again, so Nangong no longer hesitated, and decided to obey his heart and push the door open.

Such a door, Nangong remembered that he had pushed it open, and it was not one, but two. Every time I push open a door, I get unimaginable benefits from inside the door.

Some are power, some are laws, and some are ...... It's a sealed memory.

So what will it be this time?

More importantly, this time, will he be able to push open the door in front of him as he did the previous two times?

Nangong stretched out his hand and gently pressed it against the door.

This door is really big, Nangong stood in front of the door, and he didn't even have a fine line on the door. Compared with it, Nangong is more like a piece of sand under the mountain and a drop of water in the sea.

With such a huge gap, can he really push open this door?

Card Rub!!

It wasn't the sound of the door opening, it was the sound of lightning.

At the moment when Nangong's hands were slightly forced, a red light suddenly flashed on the giant door, and a blood-colored thunder slashed down. Nangong was directly penetrated by this thunderbolt, and then dissipated like snow water meeting the sun, and then ......

Recombination!

Nangong had never tried to thank the Yanlong God like this at this moment, thanking it for giving him an immortal soul! If it weren't for back then, I'm afraid that his self would have disappeared at this time.

When the soul was reorganized, Nangong seemed to become even stronger. If before, he was just a piece of sand for this door, now he has become two.

Although it is still humble, this change is real.

In this regard, Nangong felt very happy, and that voice seemed to be very happy, sending out a greater temptation, tempting Nangong to make persistent efforts. So Nangong did as it wished, or rather, as he wished, and continued to attack the giant door.

In this way, in the shattering and rebirth again and again, Nangong seemed to have returned to the time when he was recast by the smelting soul of the Yanlong God, and his soul was crushed by the blood-colored thunder again and again, and then became more and more powerful.

In the end, I don't know how long it took, and I don't know how many times he challenged the authority of Scarlet Thunder, he finally stopped being a sand or two sands, he became a stone.

A stubborn rock that even thunder can't break.

His soul became tenacious, crystal clear, like the most beautiful jewel in the world, simple on the outside, but on the inside, it was comparable to gold and jade.

Such a soul can be called perfect.

Nangong didn't know that his soul was now perfect. In heaven and on earth, there is no second human being, or even a creature of any race, who is more tenacious, more solid, and more perfect than his own soul. He continued to pound the giant door again and again, following the deepest and truest thoughts of his heart, wanting to push it open, wanting to get everything he wanted inside the door.

Finally, there was a sudden "squeak......

The huge door suddenly moved slightly, like a sleeping beauty, fanning her eyes slightly, trembling slightly, and then opening a small opening.

That cut, which can't even be described as "small", is even thinner than a hair.

But this is also unprecedented progress, Nangong was ecstatic in his heart, and was about to continue to work hard, but this time, the counterattack of the giant gate suddenly became unprecedentedly fierce. I saw an unprecedentedly thick blood-colored thunder flash, and Nangong's whole person was involuntarily pulled out of the giant door.

"No!"

Nangong kept flying, kept flying, flew out of the sea of knowledge, and saw that the giant door was getting farther and farther away in sight, and it was getting smaller and smaller, until he could no longer see it, he just naturally let out an unwilling cry.

Seeing that he was about to split the iceberg for the first time, he just saw some hope, but at this time, he just lost such an opportunity, how could he be willing?

The most unacceptable thing is never despair, but giving you hope first, and then ruthlessly taking it away. In that case, why don't you start at all?

Nangong desperately urged his divine sense, wanting to return to the depths of the sea of knowledge, wanting to return to the giant gate. However, at this moment, a little light suddenly lit up in the sea of knowledge.

Oh no, that's not a little light, it's two.

One black, one white, two points of light.

When I looked closely, I found that there were two books. Nangong had seen these two books in that "dream", and knew that they were the Bible of the Dead and the Golden Sutra of the Sun, which were gifts left by Shenlong to himself - although he didn't know why, they were indeed gifts from Shenlong.

As soon as the two lights appeared, they immediately illuminated the entire sea of knowledge. Then, Nangong's consciousness began to blur, as if he had returned to that endless dream.

Everything was as if the pause button had been pressed and the video started playing again, and thousands of strange images flashed in front of me one by one, and at the end, it was frozen at the last moment before Nangong fell unconscious in Hamna Tower.

He met a girl.

A demon girl, with a single horn, a white head, short hair, and very neutral, it even makes people think it's a boy. But when you take a closer look, you will find that this girl is unexpectedly delicate in terms of eyes, ears, mouth, nose, eyebrows and facial features, and she is a rare beauty, which is rare in the world.

"Agarie!"

Nangong was startled, and blurted out with an exclamation.

“...... I think of your face again, looking for a meeting in a dream......

Always...... Seeing in your eyes, there are thousands of entanglements......

This life is related to the next life, and what is the life and death promise

If you are with you, you don't envy the mandarin ducks and don't envy the immortals......"

The melodious singing reappeared, resounding in every corner of Zhihai, and the next moment, the unforgettable pain returned, and then, all the illusions faded like a tide.

"Ahh

"You...... Awake?" a cold, pleasant voice came from his ear. The voice was a little excited, perhaps unsure, with a slight tremor.

Nangong turned his head to look, and then saw Lin Xuanran.

At this time, Lin Xuanran was holding a medicine bowl in his hand, and the last trace of heat dissipated in the bowl seemed to be that he had just finished feeding Nangong to drink the medicine. At this time, seeing Nangong looking over, looking at the pair of eyes that had just woken up but were not half dazed, the medicine bowl in her hand suddenly fell.

All the pain in the previous dream had disappeared with the awakening of the dream at this time, Nangong licked his lips, only feeling a little bitter in his mouth.

He looked at Lin Xuanran, and then said, "Thank you, Xuanran." ”

Thank you for the medicine, thank you for saving me.

Thank you for singing, thank you for waking me up.

Too many feelings are contained in the simple "thank you" in this life.

It's hard to imagine that Lin Xuanran, who has always cherished words like gold, would sing behind no one's back, and it was so beautiful. If it weren't for her singing, I'm afraid I would still be in a nightmare and wouldn't be able to wake up.

It is because of this singing that I can see the door.

It was because of this singing that the door opened a crack.

It is precisely because of this singing that I was able to find myself and then come to my senses......

Lin Xuanran understood the meaning of his words, she shook her head lightly, and signaled that she was not welcome. Her autumn-like eyes twitched slightly, and then, she suddenly walked over and hugged Nangong gently and tightly.

"It's good to wake up ......"

She hugged it so lightly, as if she was afraid that if she used a little force, she would hurt Nangong in her arms.

She hugged it so hard, as if as soon as she let go, the person in her arms would dissipate like a dream.

Between which is more important, the sentence "just wake up" has expressed all her feelings.

Smelling the faint fragrance coming from his arms, Nangong subconsciously took a deep breath and felt very intoxicated. He stretched out his remaining single arm and hugged the white clothes in his arms hard.

That's what it feels like......

It's soft and it's ......

Authentic!

This is not a dream.

(To be continued.) )