The fog was surging, and the heavens and the earth were empty.

Zhao Wujiang looked around, and there was a thick fog and white expanse.

"Little Ah Zhao, little Ah Zhao?" The shouts came from the fog around them, and they seemed hurried and weak.

This voice was so familiar, Zhao Wujiang had heard it in the memory of Great Grandmaster Wen Yong, and he understood that the little Ah Zhao who shouted in this voice should be himself.

Zhao Wujiang kept running along the sound, constantly trying to clear the fog, this heaven and earth seemed to be deliberately blocked, he couldn't see the slightest clearly, he could only feel that the voice was getting weaker and weaker, and the owner of the voice seemed to be angry.

His breathing became more and more rapid, and the anxiety in his heart began to rise, he didn't know who this voice was, but after feeling that the owner of this voice was weak and abnormal, his heart was a different kind of palpitation.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, getting finer and finer.

Finally, he cleared the fog, and it cleared up to create a muddy alley.

On the white walls and black tiles, on the muddy floor of the alley, lay a young girl, thinly dressed, patched, slender, carrying a medicine basket more than one person high.

Her pale hands reached out to her, and a weak voice came out of her mouth.

For some reason, Zhao Wujiang's heart suddenly clenched together, as if an invisible big hand was gripping his heart fiercely.

He walked step by step towards the angry girl, he wanted to run, but his feet became sore and weak at the moment.

The girl couldn't hear her breathing, Zhao Wujiang walked to her side, trembling and squatting down, her weak voice gradually became clear, it was the girl's last reluctant whisper:

"Little... Ah Zhao..."

"Boom!" Zhao Wujiang's heart shook greatly, like thunder, and his whole body was crawling with a tearing sensation in an instant, and he leaned over slightly in pain.

The fog was surging all around, and chaotic sounds kept coming, like the whispers of living beings.

"Ouch, do you know, last night Zhang Gongzi's house... Tsk tsk..."

"As long as Xiaosheng is in high school this time, then Xiuniang can marry me."

"Hey, black boy, what are you doing?"

"Ah Hua is dead..."

"Does Lord Zhao often make girls happy?"

"I used to make my sister happy."

"Little Ah Zhao, what are you looking at?"

「...」

Zhao Wujiang's brain was buzzing, unconsciously tears crossed his cheeks, the memory fragments in his mind became clear for a moment, and he murmured sadly: "Sister..."

He wanted to touch the girl who fell to the ground, but his hands seemed to cross the phantom and couldn't touch it.

At the same time, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his head.

【Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Memory Shard

Notes: That winter, she went to collect medicine for the pharmacy, and on the way back, outside the courtyard across the wall from you, she died. 】

【Ding! Congratulations to the host for improving their memory and obtaining a reward of 200 luck points.

【Ding! Congratulations to the host for reaching 9000 points]

【Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Luck skill: Dream Building

Remarks: With the body of a dream, fall into reality, a glance for ten thousand years, a thought for thousands of miles

Notes: I'm killing someone in my dream! 】

Zhao Wujiang was sad in his heart, shook his head, and the fog around him surged, and it returned to nothingness.

He took a long breath and gradually calmed down, he felt that he needed to go back to Jiannan Dao once.

Building dreams? What does it mean to fall into reality in a dream? A glance for ten thousand years and a thought of thousands of miles, could it be that my mind drifts thousands of miles away in a single thought?

Zhao Wujiang tried it, and his mind moved.

The next moment, the fog under his feet dissipated, and his figure was unstable, and his figure fell suddenly.

Next to his ears was the howling wind, and Zhao Wujiang kept falling.

I don't know how long it took, his figure passed through the palace chamber and fell on the bluestone slab.

The surroundings are dark and cloudy, only the night pearl shines a glorious light.

He stepped on the blue jade slab without making the slightest sound.

What is this place? Zhao Wujiang held his breath and condensed, opened the fire fold he was carrying, and the fire fold ignited, and the light shone a yellow halo around him.

The light flickered, and Zhao Wujiang probably saw the scene around him, and couldn't help but gasp.

He was in the mausoleum at the moment, and in front of him was a golden jade coffin two or three people wide and more than one person long.

Zhao Wujiang's heart was beating wildly, this was the reality he fell into? Where is he now?

He quietly activated the skill If give me three days of light, look at the coffin.

Through the golden jade coffin, he saw the corpse lying quietly in the coffin.

The man is dressed in bright yellow clothes, his eyebrows are peaceful but with a majesty that cannot be dispersed, and the woman is dressed in a plain and elegant palace skirt, quiet and kind.

He had seen both of them, and he had seen them in Wen Yong's memory.

Tang Taizong Li Shimin and Empress Changsun.

This is Zhaoling!

Zhao Wujiang caressed the golden jade coffin, and his hand was warm, he couldn't understand why the corpses of Li Shimin and Empress Eldest Sun were not decomposed.

That's right, Wei Gong! He moved the fire fold and began to search in the palace.

He walked through the mausoleum and came to the east chamber, where there are stone beds, and there are boxes in the stone letters, which seem to be iron but not iron, and gold is not gold.

Zhao Wujiang opened one box after another, and there were some rare books, calligraphy and paintings.

He didn't take it, but put it away, turned around and walked towards the west chamber.

The west chamber is also lined with stone beds, and there are stone letters on the stone bed, and inside the stone letters is a box.

Zhao Wujiang opened them one by one, and finally, in the fifth box in the West Chamber, he saw what he wanted.

In the gold and iron box, a palm-sized bronze tripod lies quietly, intricately engraved with patterns.

Zhao Wujiang recognized it at a glance that this was the Bronze Town Guoding.

The bronze town of Guoding is of different sizes, and all of them can be transformed by luck.

He grabbed the bronze tripod and wanted to take it out, but the bronze tripod seemed to take root and did not move.

At this moment, the flame on the fire fold in his hand couldn't help shaking, and a vast qi machine appeared in the entire Zhaoling in an instant.

"Trespassers! Punishment!"

An old voice came, Zhao Wujiang's clothes were windless, he wanted to move his steps, but his body couldn't move.

The vast qi machine kept coming, and a sense of crisis crept into his heart for a moment, and at this moment, a mechanical voice sounded in his head.

【Ding! The system prompts that the dream is over! 】

The next moment, Zhao Wujiang only felt a suction force coming from all around, his body was unstable, he fell to the ground, and the moment he fell to the ground, he seemed to be buried in the earth, and his body continued to fall.

He returned to his misty dreams.

At the same time, in the west chamber of Zhaoling, a thin figure suddenly appeared in the dark, and the figure looked around, and then let out a soft sigh.

...

Who is that powerful qi machine just now? How could this person be in Zhaoling? Zhao Wujiang let out a long breath, the master of this qi machine was definitely not inferior to the Great Grandmaster.

He lay in the mist, and a feeling of exhaustion came over him.

But soon, he felt the fog around him begin to rush in, wrapping himself tightly.

A warm and comfortable feeling crept up to my heart, and the mist wrapped myself tighter and tighter.

What's going on? Zhao Wujiang was puzzled, but comfort made him slowly close his eyes.

He closes his eyes in dreams, he opens his eyes in reality.

It was pitch black outside the window, and it was late at night.

He had woken up, and Zhao Wujiang's eyes rolled to see inside the house. jj.br>

Wang Yanning saw Zhao Wujiang wake up, a touch of panic and shyness flashed on Wang Yanning's beautiful face, and as soon as he wanted to get up, he found that his lower abdomen was held by Zhao Wujiang's big hand.

She looked down and saw that Zhao Wujiang was staring at her viciously.

"Zhao Lang, I was wrong...", her red lips pursed slightly, and she was the first to beg for mercy.

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