Night.

The moonlight entered the house and set off happily.

Under the court, such as the stagnant water is empty, the algae and wattles in the water are crossed, and the shadow of the bamboo and cypress is also covered.

Zhang Chuan looked up at the sky, and at this time, the scene was about as written by Su Dajia.

The courtyard where he is now has no courtyard gate, and the wall is just high and he can't see the outside, or this is the top of the hill, and he can't see the surrounding scene.

Faced with a somewhat gloomy and closed environment, Zhang Chuan did not rush to escape from here.

Because he was well aware that he was dreaming.

He had just stayed up late and worked overtime for his liver thesis, and after the first draft was finalized, he took a comfortable shower and fell asleep with the air conditioner blowing.

Then he dreamed of this strange courtyard.

This courtyard in my dream is antique.

Growing up, Zhang Chuan had never seen a courtyard of this style, so he didn't understand why he dreamed of this scene.

The bright moon in the night sky, large and round, was accompanied by two motionless gray clouds.

Zhang Chuan turned around and returned to the only room that could be opened and lit by candlelight.

It looked like it was supposed to be a study, and apart from a low desk, the rest of the furniture was nothing more than bookshelves and lamps.

In the not very spacious room, there are eighteen bookshelves.

On the shelves, there are thread-bound books with different color covers, all of which have no titles.

Each bookshelf has six floors, and only one book is placed on each floor.

A small part of it can't even be opened, like a brick made in the style of a book.

Of the remaining fifteen bookshelves that could be opened, fourteen more shelves were blank when they were opened.

And the only book that could be opened, he was a little unsure.

On the first page, there is only a yin and yang fish pattern, and the subsequent chapters are still empty.

After closing the book, on the cover of the book, there was suddenly another pictogram "Yi".

"I Ching? Because I haven't seen it, the rest of the content is gone? But I also read a lot of literature for my liver graduation thesis, why didn't it appear in my dreams? Can a mathematician do a problem in a dream......"

Zhang Chuan was about to close the book and put it back on the shelf, when something strange happened.

The remaining seventeen bookshelves all disappeared in an instant.

If it's not a dream, it's a little scary.

Zhang Chuan put the book back on the sixth floor of the bookshelf, and then tried to look at the other five layers.

The book on the fifth floor, titled "The Art of Fu", is mainly based on patterns, but there are many blank pages between patterns.

"Look at the picture and talk?"

Zhang Chuan thinks it's very simple.

The first pattern is three falling thunderbolts.

Somehow, although Zhang Chuan is in a dream now, he feels that his mental state is particularly good.

Since he didn't know how long it would take to wake up, and no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't change his dream, so he simply returned to the short case and sat cross-legged on the futon.

On the hanging pen stand, there is a brush, and there is an inkstone on the table, and there is polished ink in it.

Zhang Chuan had never learned calligraphy, and the pen holding posture of writing with a brush that he had seen before came to mind, and after a simple adjustment, he brushed his sleeves and put down the pen.

Wait, what's wrong with my clothes?

I remember the short shirt I was wearing!

Whatever, it's a dream anyway, maybe I've thought about wearing Hanfu on weekdays.

After briefly copying the first three thunderbolt patterns, Zhang Chuan looked at the three thunderbolts that looked like the upper part of the "light" and muttered, "This thing is a bit like thunder!" ”

"Whew!"

The breeze blows and the candles dance.

Zhang Chuan trembled.

In this room, the doors and windows were closed, and he didn't know where the wind was coming from.

Looking down, there was a faint handwriting on the back of the page where he copied the three thunderbolts.

After turning the page, the page on the left side of the back slowly "jumped on the paper" word by word, and Zhang Chuan stopped writing after drawing three thunderbolts.

Zhang Chuan didn't panic at all, what is this called, scaring himself, what can he do?

On the contrary, he had a little expectation that these words would make up the content.

"靁, yin and yang are thin, and thunderstorm creatures are also ......"

This is not a Taoist book in the I Ching series?

How did you get the noun explained?

Can everything be explained by nouns?

Except for the first sentence, Zhang Chuan couldn't understand the content of the following, but he could appreciate the general idea, which was nothing more than how "thunder" came about and what it did.

But he was not interested in this, because even the textbooks of elementary schools explained the natural phenomenon of "thunder".

Zhang Chuan closed the book, looked at the three words "Fu Zhishu" on the cover, and smiled disapprehantly: "This can't be a book for drawing talismans, right...... Thunder Fu? ”

Returning to the page just copied, Zhang Chuan's painted thunder has an additional "cloud" pattern circled by a stick figure.

Zhang Chuan felt that it was not beautiful, so he omitted the thunder on the left and right, and painted it with one stroke, a cloud and a thunder, which looked much more comfortable.

It's just that after finishing this stroke, Zhang Chuan, who was obviously in high spirits before, is now a little drowsy.

From the selection of books to the pen, it is only about ten minutes, is it because I sleep in the wrong position, the more I sleep, the more tired I become?

But no matter how much he meditated, he couldn't wake up.

Pinching the thighs and slapping ...... It doesn't help, it just can't wake up.

I don't know, what happens when you fall asleep in your dreams?

Zhang Chuan came to the courtyard again.

The bright moon in the sky is still big and round.

The two clouds next to them were still motionless in their old positions.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a small star in the sky this time, he would have suspected that this canopy was a static painting hanging on it.

After standing for a while, Zhang Chuan realized that something was wrong, unless he was very sleepy, he couldn't sleep standing up.

So I went back to my study.

This time, when he opened the door, Zhang Chuan found that there was a mural of yin and yang fish on the wall facing the door.

There are also two words next to it, which are "Tranquility Zhiyuan" and "Quiet and Inaction".

And that's not there just now.

The remaining bookshelf had been moved to the side of the desk at this time, and the vacated space was enough to flip through a few heels back and forth.

What do you mean?

Meditation to train muscles, to exercise in dreams?

Next to the case, the candle on the turtle and crane lantern has burned to only one-third of its original size, from two fingers to now, but only about ten minutes.

"Hey, let's sleep on the floor."

Zhang Chuan felt that the ground was quite clean, and it was in a dream, what was there to pay attention to, didn't he sleep horizontally and vertically?

He had just laid down when he turned sideways and saw a coffin in the open space next to him.

That's it?

Can't ...... me

Zhang Chuan didn't take it seriously, closed his eyes and thought about what he would eat for breakfast after waking up tomorrow morning.

Wait, how do I feel my pressed clothes, floating up?

Zhang Chuan opened his eyes and saw that his whole person was hanging in the air in a side-lying position, and before he could react to his subconscious intentions, he had already floated to the top of the coffin.

With a "bang", the coffin lid was lifted, and Zhang Chuan fell in.

With another "whoosh", the coffin lid was closed.