Chapter 175: A general who doesn't look like a general

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That night, the general did not dream, could not find the beautiful woman who appeared in the dream, and could not see the big and round moon that wandered in the dream. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

That night, the general only heard the sound of wind chimes, which were blown far away by the wind and washed very bright by the moonlight.

That night, the general also smelled the fragrance that had never appeared in a dream, the fragrance of the sobering soup, which always made him unable to fall asleep, and naturally he could not return to such a beautiful but depraved dream.

There is a beautiful woman outside the door, left behind and independent.

There are wind chimes between the eaves, and I weep late when I die.

A place in the general's mansion woke up all night.

But on such a cool night that has just been washed by rain, there are a few people who will come like the great general in the general's mansion with so many troubles, even if there are any unavoidable troubles, they will always turn into clouds of smoke in such a night, and then have a good night's sleep.

In a place in the Daimyo's Mansion, I slept all night.

Yin Huai slept all night.

If you sleep too soundly, you will always have some dreams inadvertently.

Whether it is a sweet dream or a nightmare, Yin Huai's dreams are always fragmented dreams, and the gods who dominate the dream realm use a pair of delicate scissors to cut off the head, cut off the tail, and then cut it to pieces.

If it is a dream, it is a pity, and if it is a nightmare, it is a little fortunate.

But if it's neither, how do you deal with it?

Yin Huai couldn't tell whether the dream he had last night was a somewhat regrettable dream, a nightmare worth celebrating, or a dream that he didn't know how to deal with.

At last he saw another mountain, a mountain full of blood and red blood.

There is also a little girl on the mountain, a little girl named Xiaoman.

"Xiaoman is not afraid, Xiaoman is very happy. ”

Xiao Man, who said that he was not afraid, was really not afraid, and then disappeared into a piece of light and shadow, and the mountain of blood also melted into the light and shadow.

Fragmented dreams always fail to find logic, just like even Yin Huai couldn't guess that another person came out of the light and shadow that swallowed a person and a mountain.

A poor little girl.

There is also a grassland.

The prairie did not give birth to a single flower.

The poor little girl sat on the prairie, looking pitifully at a place where there was nothing, and there was something there.

In a trance, Yin Huai seemed to see the little girl who said that she was not afraid to appear again, but when she looked at it again, it was another little girl, a little girl who was much more delicate.

Then, the shattered dream shattered into countless pieces again.

There is only one little girl in countless films.

Then, Yin Huai saw a ray of sunshine.

This kind of early summer has some real summer treacherous weather, yesterday just the rain hit the plantains, today is another scene of sunny and comfortable weather, as if last night's wind and rain are just a dream.

And Yin Huai seemed to have forgotten something in last night's dream?

Yin Huai's hand reached out to a place at the foot of the bed, and it was cold in his hand, but fortunately, it was still there.

Yin Huai struggled to sit up from the bed.

This is a somewhat dark room, the sunlight shining in from the window does not shine all over the room, but it is a little difficult to shine on the edge of the window, but despite this, Yin Huai still sees that there is no one else in the room.

Not just because he has good eyes, but also because there are very few things in the room. There is only one bed, one chair.

Such a room is not suitable for hiding things, and if someone hides something here, that person is either a fool or a fool.

But it is precisely because of this that Yin Huai thought of a person, a little girl, not good, not there.

Yin Huai didn't care about the scars on his body that he didn't know whether they were in the grassland or in the rain, and he was about to leave after grabbing the cold knife.

The courtyard is still yesterday's courtyard, but there are fewer people in the courtyard, and there is also one less rain.

But there was still one person.

Yin Huai recognized the man, a kind middle-aged man.

But today's kind middle-aged man doesn't seem to be very kind, at least Yin Huai can't even see his expression, and there is only a back standing there.

Maybe it's because kind people are no longer kind, and today's obviously enthusiastic sun is a little unkind, and he is a little embarrassed by Yin Huai's embarrassed figure.

Yin Huai saw at a glance the general standing alone in the courtyard.

The general didn't look back at him, just looked up at the sky, a lone cloud in the sky.

A small cloud drifting slowly from the south, the cloud moved very slowly, and I don't know when it will be able to hide the heat of the sun.

Today's wind is also blowing from the south, and it is also blowing very slowly, and a tree in the courtyard of the blowing shook its branches and swayed its leaves, and the shadow of the tree was also a little blurred by the wind.

A shadow of a tree obscured the general's eyes.

The general turned around and looked at Yin Huai, as if he was looking at one of his nephews who had come from afar.

The kind general or the kind general has not changed.

Yin Huai had only seen such kind eyes in the eyes of Erzhu and Aunt Ma in Sheephorn Town.

"How did you sleep last night?" It seemed strange to hear such homely words from the mouth of the kind general, and only the people of the Daimyo Mansion would not find it strange, this is what this likable general should be.

He really didn't look like a general.

Yin Huai didn't know that the general in front of him was a general, but he had still seen the way he blocked the person who didn't know whether he was happy or sad yesterday, but he also knew that he was a cultivator, or a cultivator with considerable strength.

How could such a powerful cultivator be such a kind innkeeper?

He really didn't look like a cultivator.

But just because it's not like it doesn't mean it's not.

Yin Huaizheng was a little surprised, intentionally or unintentionally, did not answer the question asked by the general.

The general was not angry, he was not easy to get angry.

Not only was he not angry, but he muttered in a friendly voice.

"It's really a little cold here, it shouldn't be too good to sleep, or it will be noisy by the people in this courtyard, and it's really not a good place to live, and I don't know what those people think, build such a small house here, live unstable, sleep is not sweet, and live with me in the general's mansion today, and the province will suffer from cold here." ”

Yin Huai was still thinking about who the people in the general's words were, but he was quickly stunned by the general's mansion in the latter sentence.

It is not the general who can live in the general's mansion, but also the person who should be in the general's house.

But where does he look like a general?

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