Just when Xun Ming was overjoyed that he had found a landmark landform that could be used as a reference.

A white jade hand stained with red blood silently pressed on the side of his face.

The joy that had just been born was replaced in an instant by an extreme horror, a biting chill that seemed to come from Jiuyou, like a poisonous snake, starting from Xun Ming's tail vertebrae, and sliding up his spine.

The grief and anger in that dream were all suppressed by that treacherous horror at this moment.

A stiffness like a dead corpse instantly spread all over Xun Ming's body.

The heartbeat was like a drum, but Xun Ming's breathing was as shallow as a gossamer in that shock, as if it was broken at the touch of a button.

He remembered very clearly that he had never had such a hand in his dreams!

Wait a minute!

How can a person move in a dream?!

A pair of dark eyes suddenly widened, and the pupils shook dramatically.

Then he heard a cold, but very contradictory, tender woman's voice suddenly ringing in his ears:

"You're here."

The world in front of him instantly shattered, turning into countless tiny fragments that flew in all directions.

Behind the "world" that was shattered into pieces, there was a seemingly endless darkness, like a huge mouth from the abyss, which instantly expanded and swallowed Xun Ming in one gulp.

A pair of eyes opened suddenly.

The entrance is a wooden ceiling.

Xun Ming, who was covered in cold sweat and gasping for breath, had empty eyes for a while, and just looked at the ceiling with unfocused eyes.

After a while, Xun Mingcai got out of that state of distraction, slowly sat up, and covered his forehead with one hand.

That dream, something was wrong.

Something is very wrong.

Breathing heavily, dripping with cold sweat, Xun Ming, who had just experienced a battle of life and death, looked solemn and frowned, and began to recall the previous dream.

There are many doubts!

Why was I able to move on my own in that dream?

And why do I involuntarily feel such a strong sense of substitution every time I fall into a dream?

Only...... It's like...... That...... That's me?

Don't......

That's not a dream at all?!

A bundle of cold sweat slid down his sideburns and dripped onto his front.

The heart was still beating wildly, showing no signs of calming down.

And that hand!

Is it "her"?

But why did "she" move?

Could it be someone else's?

But who could it be?

The thoughts were formed into a large mess, and Xun Ming put forward one hypothesis after another, but he couldn't find the "thread" whereabouts.

Strange and suspicious, like a little black ink, dripping into Xun Ming's mind, making his thoughts muddy and complicated.

After a long time, Xun Ming, who finally failed to grasp the clue, exhaled a breath of turbid air and stood up from the ground.

Since I can't think of anything for a while, I can only take one step at a time.

It's just that maybe every step you take next will be more dangerous than you originally thought.

That dream, it's not that simple.

He retrieved the four small swords, picked up the stuffed animal skin, washed away the dust on the bottom with a simple water method, rolled it up and put it in the storage ring, and then Xun Ming walked to the only wooden table in the room.

On the wooden table, there is a copy of "On the Self-cultivation of Bi Ma Wen", looking at the few words on the cover that are called Dragon Flying and Phoenix Dance, and the big characters that are ugly are called earthworm crawling, Xun Ming knows that this should be the precious "legacy" left by the predecessor.

There is also a way to raise horses.

Originally, before that weird dream, Xun Ming made some trouble, and then took the opportunity to "assign" to be cannon fodder, and when he got out of the pass, he found a chance to "disappear".

However, after such a dream, Xun Ming noticed a trace of extremely abnormal strange feelings.

It's as if in the dark, he just had such a premonition:

As long as he goes out of the city, then he will surely die!

Growing up, his hunch has always been very ......

So Xun Ming is really not in a hurry to get out of the city.

As if he had thought of something, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he said with emotion:

"Sure enough, there are pros and cons."

The reason why he was confident that he could hide from those old people in his own sect was because the Leaning Moon Sect was responsible for the Haoran Pass in the east of Haoran Heaven that bordered the Demon Heavenly Evil Domain.

The mountains and rivers are separated, and naturally they can't control him.

However, the disadvantage of this is that he is a dignified young sect master of the Leaning Moon Sect, and he is really alone in this Haishan Pass.

If you are in that Haoran Pass, let alone raising your head and bowing your head to eat the loss of the low realm, it is not a problem to walk sideways!

Without the support of an elder from his own sect, in this situation where it is treacherous all of a sudden, he really doesn't dare to act too rashly.

But then again, if he really went to the Heavenly Evil Domain, he might have to be beaten up......

sighed slightly, and then Xun Ming picked up the book "On Bi Ma Wen's Self-cultivation".

Let's take a steady hand......

Let's talk about it with a little more preparation.

I slept until noon......

Xun Ming smiled a little self-deprecatingly, holding the book just to go out, and then the whole person suddenly stiffened in place.

His eyes widened, and the cold sweat that had not been wiped away for a long time was suddenly covered with Xun's forehead.

In that dream, there was a deep dark sky.

……

In that bookstore, Jia Xianren suddenly staggered back two steps, and actually stepped on a circle of invisible ripples in the empty space at his feet.

The poor scholar who was still squatting there looking for a book a moment ago was standing on the inside of the threshold of the main entrance of the bookstore.

It was as if time had been turned back to when he first walked into the bookstore.

It's just that at this time, Jia Xianren's lips trembled slightly, his face was sluggish, like a statue carved from wood, stunned in place, motionless.

Watching Jia Xianren walk into the threshold of the bookstore from afar, and then Jiang Sinan, who suddenly disappeared, raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't act rashly immediately, but the hand that grabbed Bai Xiaojiu's wrist tightened more and more.

After a while, Bai Xiaojiu glanced at Jiang Sinan's increasingly solemn side face, but he didn't make a sound, just retracted his gaze and continued to wait with him.

As for whether he was waiting for Jia Xianren or someone, she didn't bother to ask, and she didn't want to ask.

At this moment, a tall old man in cloth suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, and smiled at Jiang Sinan:

"Sword Immortal Peak?"

Jiang Sinan didn't think about it, let go of the hand holding Bai Xiaojiu, just stepped out, faintly blocked in front of her, bent down to her waist, and said sincerely:

"The predecessors of Confucianism are all over the sky, and they are really saints of heaven and earth!"

And Jia Xianren, who was obviously standing within the threshold of the bookstore, but the people outside the bookstore were invisible, finally made a move.

I saw him spurt out a mouthful of blood suddenly, and he fell to one knee on the ground.

Facing the empty space in front of him, he said with difficulty:

"Disciple obeys the teachings."

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