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This valley is the Emerald Valley.

At that time, Yang Tianyuan looked back and saw that Yunmeng Mountain had long been blocked by the high cliffs of other peaks, and there was no trace at all. He couldn't help but be a little frightened, and when he looked up, there seemed to be only strange rocks and cliffs in the valley, and the stone walls all glowed with a quiet and cold light, stretching into the clouds and mist above, and there was no end in sight. From time to time, huge birds fly by from high in the sky, making a piercing and strange call. The stream began to get cold as it reached the valley, piercing the marrow of the marrow.

In fact, Yang Tianyuan did not leave the Yunmeng Mountain Range. This Bicui Valley is just a canyon dozens of miles away from the main peak of the Yunmeng Mountain Range.

Yang Tianyuan came out of the water, went ashore, and sat on a gray boulder. After walking all morning, he began to be hungry again, he remembered the flatbread in the wooden box, and hurriedly opened the wooden box, but found that the wooden box had entered the water at some point, and the robe and flatbread inside were **. He didn't care about the robe, but all the big cakes were soaked in water, and he was so annoyed that he grabbed the stones around him, threw them into the stream, and scolded: "Stinky ditch!"

I was hungry, so I couldn't care so much, so I had to swallow the water together. was eating, and inadvertently glanced at the wet robe, and suddenly was stunned.

The soaked robe was still on the side casually, and dense gray white spots appeared on the originally blue clothes, which seemed to be rows of handwriting, like countless silkworms crawling on a piece of bluestone, which was very eye-catching. Yang Tianyuan put down the half-bitten flatbread, "Huh", couldn't help but pick up the robe, unfolded it in front of him, and sure enough, he saw that it was covered with handwriting.

Although those handwriting were written on soft objects such as clothes, they still looked delicate and small, and there should be as many as four or five thousand characters on the back of the robe. Yang Tianyuan was very curious, and couldn't help but look closely, those words seemed to have really become writhing silkworms, suddenly clear and blurred in front of his eyes. Fortunately, he still knew words, and couldn't help but whisper them, and as soon as those sentences were spoken, a sense of déjà vu quickly took over his brain, and the further back he read, the stronger the feeling became, and at the same time, many fragments of memories suddenly came flooding in, tumbling in his mind, gathering and dissipating.

At this time, the strange flicker in Yang Tianyuan's mind reappeared. And this time it was accompanied by a sharp pain in Yin Tang! He wanted to throw away the robe, but the handwriting seemed to have some kind of magic that made him want to stop.

While he was suffering, the handwriting on the robe gradually blurred until it disappeared. Yang Tianyuan was freed from the magic array composed of the handwriting, he suddenly hated in his heart, rubbed the robe, threw it on the ground, and shouted: "I'm so angry, what the hell, it's all small insects, I hate insects the most, trample on you!"

As soon as the robe entered the water, it floated forward along the stream. However, in an instant, those white handwriting actually appeared again!

Yang Tianyuan hurriedly jumped into the water, scooped up the robe, lifted it, faced the sun, and smiled: "It's so interesting, these little insects are here again!"

After looking at it for a while, the robe gradually dried by the sun, and the handwriting slowly faded again. Yang Tianyuan threw it back into the water again, and as soon as he entered the water, the handwriting appeared again. So repeatedly, Yang Tianyuan felt very interesting, and tossed the robe countless times as a prop for magic tricks, and every time he saw the disappeared handwriting appear after entering the water, he clapped his hands and cheered, and had a lot of fun.

The shadow of the sun gradually slanted to the west, and Yang Tianyuan played the game of throwing the robe I don't know how many times, and I don't know how many times it flickered in his mind, and the flickering time became longer and longer, and gradually it was no longer like a meteor streaking, but turned into a bright moon-like light.

Unbeknownst to him, some of the memories in his mind were slowly recovering, though they were still so mutilated.

It was getting late, and darkness was falling in the valley. Yang Tianyuan was finally tired, no longer threw the robe into the water, but wrapped it and threw it into the wooden box, ate a few dried flatbreads, came up tired, leaned on a stone, and fell into a deep sleep.

As soon as he fell asleep, he felt that his eyes were bright, as if the sky was already bright in this valley, and he scolded: "This thief is not fun, just want to sleep, the sky will be bright!" Looking up, he saw a blurry figure in front of him, as if he was wearing that robe, sitting on the back of a giant monster. The figure looked at himself and was silent, Yang Tianyuan couldn't see it really, he only felt that the figure was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was, so he felt a chill in his heart and woke up.

After waking up, he contemplated the figure in his dream, but he had no clue.

After a while, he fell asleep again, and the figure appeared in front of him again, and seemed to be clearer, but he still couldn't see his face clearly, and he was silent. Yang Tianyuan shouted: "Who are you? Such a sneaky here, if you don't say it, I'm welcome!" The man still didn't speak, Yang Tianyuan couldn't bear it, so he rushed up, wanting to grab the man and ask him to understand. When the man saw Yang Tianyuan coming, he still didn't move, but Yang Tianyuan was still not far away from the person, as if he could never catch up. Yang Tianyuan panted and said, "It's not fun! Don't play, I guess you're a ghost......"

As soon as the words fell, suddenly a gust of wind came, and the black shadow rode a monster and rushed over, Yang Tianyuan couldn't dodge for a while, he thought he would be hit with a full arms, but he didn't expect that the black shadow was not an entity, only a burst of smoke, and it passed through his body at once. However, when the smoke approached, Yang Tianyuan still clearly saw a face.

That face was familiar, because it was his own face. Yang Tianyuan was in shock, only to hear a voice ringing in his ears: "I am you!"

Yang Tianyuan was in a cold sweat again and woke up from his dream. At this time, something seemed to be gradually condensing and forming in his mind, but it was still fluctuating.

He was a little afraid of the dark shadow in his dream, so he desperately opened his eyes and didn't want to sleep. After midnight, sleepiness hit me and I couldn't stop it, so I could only wake up again and again, and wake up and sleep. In the sleep, the black shadow will inevitably appear, and the form will become clearer and clearer.

After tossing all night, Yang Tianyuan was exhausted, and he had scolded the black shadow in his dream many times. However, I was afraid and kind of to the black shadow, and I couldn't describe all kinds of tastes.

Yang Tianyuan lived in the green valley like this. Naturally, the loaf had already been eaten, but fortunately there was no shortage of rabbits and other wild game in the valley, and there were many fish in the streams, so he ate them raw when he was very hungry, and lived the life of a savage who drank blood and hair. It's just that as soon as I fall asleep every day, the black shadow always comes as scheduled, and it becomes more and more clearly recognizable, and I don't know how long it took to stay one night, Yang Tianyuan finally saw that the black shadow was really himself, wearing a Taoist robe, riding on a water unicorn, looking like a fairy wind and bones.

However, Yang Tianyuan was always reluctant to admit that it was himself, and he seemed to have gradually gained an independent consciousness in that dream, and became not himself, and once even asked him: "Why do I always dream of you? What did I do in my dreams, can you tell me?"

He was bored every day, wandering around this valley. Sometimes he would take out his robe and carefully read the handwriting on it. Slowly, the magic array formed by those handwritings no longer seemed to sting him as much as he did at the beginning, but made his mind clearer and clearer. Moreover, after he memorized those handwritings backwards, as long as he recited them silently, a breath naturally gushed out from the dantian, hovering and rising in the Yin Hall......

Yang Tianyuan himself didn't know that his dream hunting skill was rapidly recovering! Moreover, many years later, he had not only recovered to the Hinayana Great Perfection, but also advanced by leaps and bounds, and had entered the realm of the Mahayana and Small Perfections, and had been able to summon the Dream Spirit Beast Water Qilin into reality!

It's just that Yang Tianyuan's stubborn nature like a six-year-old child has not changed, and the fragments of those memories have never been fully condensed and formed, they are still mutilated, and the past is still vague. And the self in the dream is becoming more and more incompatible with himself, and the "two people" do not admit each other in the dream, as if they are enemies!

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