"Hmm, let me see."

"The [Good Dream Society] believes in the [Master of Good Dreams] who captures the trajectory of fate and stands on tiptoe to look at the time sight."

"His name is obscure, and the syllables are forgotten."

"He is the child of dreams, shuttling between the virtual and the real."

"He is a Gentile on earth, with an eternally flowing 'reason.'"

"He is the Lord of Good Dreams, and His family calls themselves 'Good Dreamers.'"

This was the little bit of information he could extract, and the rest of the pages were so badly damaged that he couldn't track what was written.

Yu Mingchuan's mind was completely shocked by these few words.

In fact, the description of the Lord of Good Dreams is infinitely close to his current state.

"Shuttling between the virtual and the real" can be interpreted as shuttling between reality and games.

"'Reason' with an eternal flow" can be understood as the [Philosopher]'s own buff.

As for the word "fantasy dream", it gave Yu Mingchuan a kind of enlightenment.

"I see, no, not exactly." He has a fresh guess about the nature of Second Life.

Second Life's game worldview is very restrictive, and dreaming is a dimension in the Cthulhu Mythos that can be accessed through dreaming.

In reality, Second Life can be used as a substitute for sleep, and it can also be understood as logging into the game through dreams.

Dreams are parallel spaces made up of the human subconscious, so they can communicate with each other even if they don't understand language.

It can be seen as a mirror image of the "wake" universe, with the same planets, stars, and other cosmic geographical features, however, there are many races, civilizations, and creatures that exist in the dream realm and not in the "luke" universe.

"Well, it fits."

In my mind, I compared the characteristics of Second Life and Dreamland.

He closed the "Anonymous Sacrifice Book" and said with emotion:

"You can't say it's exactly the same, you can only say it's exactly the same."

Of course, it's too early to say that Second Life is a dream.

There are still many points that do not make sense.

In his mind, the process of entering the dream realm is very complicated.

The ease with which more than a billion earthlings entered like this was as absurd as telling him that one plus one equals three.

So much so that Yu Mingchuan didn't think in this direction at the beginning.

However, the way to verify whether the world of Second Life is a dream or not is actually very simple.

It is to sleep and dream in the game world and try to enter the dream realm, if you can get in, it means that his conjecture is wrong, if you can't get in, it means that his conjecture is correct.

Although the words are light, in his memory, the method of entering the dream realm is dangerous and complicated.

The first method is to walk down the seventy-step ladder of shallow sleep first, and this "first" alone does not have this condition, so he vetoes it.

The second method is to jump down the edge of the cliff in the dream towards the endless void.

Surrounded by uncanny and even terrifying darkness, shining orbs of light, and winged objects laughing wildly, you'll see a glowing rift that leads to a dreamscape.

In Yu Mingchuan's current knowledge, there are only two ways to enter the dream realm.

Both methods were dangerous, but there was no need for him to do the experiment himself.

It is completely possible to sell this "rare" knowledge to the player guild in reality.

Let them test the hypothesis

After all, he and the [Anomalous Insight Bureau] have also reached a cooperative relationship, and a cooperative relationship without interests will not last long.

Presumably, he can also establish his image as an elegant, easy-going and knowledgeable scholar~

……

"My lord, I still need three days of travel when I arrive in Weicheng." The mountain insect layman was very eager to report.

"Well, that's good." It was already afternoon, but the mountain insect monk didn't ask for lunch, thinking that the high-level monks in this realm had already opened the valley and didn't need food.

And Yu Mingchuan has [God Said], and he has already eaten a basket of xiaolongbao with fine meat stuffing in the sedan chair.

On the overgrown official road, a sedan chair with a golden roof and blue eaves was carried by eight black dwarf armor soldiers.

There is also a rat-faced monk in front of him to open the way.

Passers-by can occasionally see the people in the sedan chair under the red curtain lifted by the wind.

Inside sat a cold boy in a black robe.

Of course, the gloom and coldness are just their subjective impressions.

The sedan chair had been on the road for a day, and at this dusk, a tall mansion suddenly appeared in front of the sedan chair.

The scholar dressed in emerald green walked out of it, and then said in surprise:

"Isn't this a mountain worm dude? You shouldn't have been invited to join us in the rebel mansion before. He sneered and continued: "I wonder which noble person is in the sedan chair? ”

The mountain insect monk secretly said that it was not good, but when he thought of the person in the sedan chair, his mind calmed down a little.

Yu Mingchuan calmly changed his clothes with [God Said] in the sedan chair, but his outfit was still too abrupt.

"A foreigner, the man who came was a rebel military advisor, and he wanted to recruit me, but I didn't respond." The fat monk was about to continue.

I saw the scholar wave his sleeves, and the red curtain opened.

A young man wearing a blue-purple straight robe, with silver silk and moire trimming, and his clothes were faintly shiny and flowing, and he was very tired of holding a book there.

His black hair is not tied up, his posture is leisurely and elegant, and he has an indescribable momentum.

This is already the limit of his twenty-second change of clothes, and he almost didn't finish changing.

"My rebel army is planning a cultural meeting, called the 'madman' cultural meeting. I want to invite some face-slung people to sit in the hall, I wonder if Your Excellency has this Yaxing to come to my house to sit? ”

Yu Mingchuan closed the book in his hand and said in a bright voice:

"That's what I mean!"

With that, he smiled meaningfully at the scholar, got out of the sedan chair and walked into the black and oppressed Cui Wei's deep rebel mansion.

Oh, as if he could refuse, this rebel palace is said to have at least 100,000 soldiers.

With his current strength, even if he wanted to pollute them by passing on knowledge, it would take at least a year for this kind of information meme to be infected.

Drawing formations requires preparation, not to mention the [Void Touch].

So he could only enter with an unfathomable face.

The fat monk was puzzled behind Yu Mingchuan's back, how do foreigners change their clothes, it should be "clothes change as you like", worthy of being an adult.

Yu Mingchuan also has many doubts about the so-called literary society, this is not a completely empty ancient time, it can be said that most of the literati before the Ming Dynasty can be found here.

Great Wei also had prosperous goods exchanges with the "Western" countries across the sea.

……

"It's almost halfway through the meeting, but you mediocre people can't change the words that satisfy that adult, no wonder you're down!"

The little boy who looked like a scholar mocked on the stage.

Yu Mingchuan looked at the topic boringly.

"After Li Bai went, the furnace was cold and gradually rusted."

Ask for a word to be changed so that it is no longer mediocre.

This sentence lacks a soul word.

"Hmm."

It's all in plain sight.

He rolled up his sleeves, crossed his legs and took a pen and wrote on paper:

"After Li Bai goes, the furnace is cold and the sword is rusty."

Then it was hastily turned in.

That pleasant appearance made the surrounding Wen Sheng sneer, such a hasty response, once he knew that he had missed the adult's question, he would regret it.

"Good! Good! Good! ”

"The transformation of the word 'sword' is enough to show the subtlety of the writing skills!"