As soon as he touched the white mist on the mirror, Zheng Qing felt a huge, viscous force begin to envelop him. The talisman on his body bloomed brilliantly almost instantly.

With both hands, he tried to grab the two companions in front of him.

But Xiao Xiao's palms were a little slippery because of sweating, and they slipped out of his hands in a short time after entering the passage in the mirror. The wizard hesitated for a few seconds, then gave up his futile gesture of reaching out, turned around, and hugged the witch behind him.

A black cat's tail peeked out from under his robe, like a long rope, around the waists of the two men.

The witch snorted softly, and the cat's ears in her hair fell limply.

The two of them rolled into the deepest part of the world in the mirror.

I don't know how long it took to roll.

Zheng Qing felt like a long, long distance, as if it was a month, or even a year. But it felt like the time was so short, so short that he didn't even take a full breath, and his back hit a soft meadow, and he almost lost his breath.

Not.

Zheng Qing snorted, and before he had time to ventilate, he hurriedly opened his eyes.

What catches your eye is a dead oak tree. The thick trunk of the oak is cut through the middle, revealing a dark, empty heart. The edges of the profile, as if burned by lightning or wildfire, reveal the charred marks characteristic of carbonization.

The Gate of the Xuan.

Zheng Qing stared at the crack on the tree, and the word suddenly popped up in his mind - this is the passage through which the magic mirror connects to the dream realm, and the wizard senses this information in the dark.

These messages are the gift of the mirror and the world to the guests.

The witch was still curled up in his arms.

Zheng Qing put away the cat's tail, helped the witch, stood up, and looked around.

Behind the dead oak was a lush, stout young oak, whose branches and foliage intertwined to create a lush landscape, while in front of the dead oak, there was not a single plant more than twenty centimeters tall, and large and fluffy blades of grass intertwined to form a fluffy meadow.

There were also fat mushrooms, which grew at the feet of the oak trees, and sprinkled with a pale green phosphorescence.

There was a glimmer of light in the sky, and a few wisps of wind drifted in the distance, and Zheng Qing was surprised to find that the wind here could be seen. Because the wind is swirling with annoying, real emotions, blowing on the face, it is easy to make people's mood fluctuate.

Jiang Yu lifted the hair that fell down her cheeks and straightened her robe.

Then he took out a few cyan jade buckles from his pocket, and threw them around according to the fixed nodes to build a simple guardian circle. The jade buckles emitted a green halo under the dead branches, fallen leaves, stones, and mushrooms, colluding with each other and raising a barrier.

During the whole process, she either lowered her eyelids or looked in other directions, avoiding looking at Zheng Qing.

"It's a dreamland. ”

The witch looked at the tall oaks behind her, and the brown figures that appeared in the woods, and said in a soft but sure tone, "...... A world farther away and grander than the world in the mirror. If I'm not mistaken, this is supposed to be the Enchanted Forest of Dreams. ”

Zheng Qing didn't ask why she knew the exact location of this place.

She was not asked if she had been injured on the trip.

The two of them tacitly ignored the experience just now.

The world in the mirror and the world in the dream are both part of the fantasy dream world, and they are the edge corners of the dream world. Zheng Qing already knew this before entering the magic mirror.

The last time he was under the care of his husband, he only stayed on the edge of the dream realm for a while, and then escaped from this world where fantasy and reality are intertwined with Zhu Si's help.

This time, he took the initiative to join the passage on the magic mirror.

Naturally, it will slide far, far down that channel.

Zheng Qing raised his wrist and looked at the red rope tied to his wrist and the leaf of the misty wood on the rope that had long since dried up and lost all its magical power.

The leaf was as quiet as ever, without a hint of reaction.

The wizard sighed slightly in his heart.

He didn't know where the faceless demon was hiding in the Dream Realm, and he didn't know if Zhu Si was still on the edge of the Dream Realm. He could only hope for the little witch - because the last time he left, Juth had told him that if he came to the world again, she would find him.

"Where is that?" the young scholar gestured into the distance.

Beyond the edge of the meadow, the silhouette of a mountain range can be seen looming, hidden behind a thin mist. In front of the mountains, you can see large areas of well-developed farmland, silver ribbon rivers, tumbling waterwheels, fences, wooden houses, smoking chimneys, and the barking of dogs in the wind.

"I don't know. The witch shook her head, paused, and asked, "Which way are we going?"

Ahead, there is a large open meadow, inhabited, with small rivers and mountains.

To the rear, there is a dense forest, with large swaths of glowing mushrooms.

Zheng Qing looked at the grassland in front of him, and the human population behind the grassland, and then at the dense forest behind him, and the short brown figure looming in the dense forest.

"There is an old saying, called 'Wangchuan runs a dead horse'," he glanced at the witch bravely, and then looked away, his voice involuntarily lowered: "...... Although we have a horse talisman, I don't think it's a safe choice to come into contact with the aborigines of the Dream Realm when I first arrive. ”

"And before deciding which way to go, I think we should get the people together first. ”

The witch nodded, agreeing with the wizard's judgment.

This gave Zheng Qing a little more confidence.

"It's a wrapped leaf of the Misty Tree, worn on the body, to prevent us from sinking in dreams. He took out a large pile of equipment that had been prepared from the gray cloth bag, and pointed at them one by one:

"These are meditation talismans and pure heart talismans, they work like snake oil, no matter what time you want, you can't go wrong with hanging a few on your body...... There are also these bottles of potion, which I asked Senior Deng Xiaojian to help concoct, which I originally planned to use during the final exam, which can help us concentrate and stabilize our spirits. ”

Looking at the interested wizard in front of him, Jiang Yu bit his lip, secretly stuffed a jade pendant between his fingers back into his belt, and then accepted the gift of the young public scholarship student with a smile.

"How far do you think they are from us?" she asked, looking at the swirling turquoise potions in the glass bottles.

"You have to ask the professionals. ”

Zheng Qing blinked, looked around, and didn't see the gray figure, so he shook his head and shouted:

"Edamame!"

Burst.

Outside the protective shield, those flowing colorful winds were smashed by a gray figure. The dog wagged his tail, looked at the young wizard in the circle excitedly, and barked softly: "Meow~!"

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