"yes, everybody's fine." Fang Ping felt as if he had forgotten something, the content of the dream slowly blurred, and the memories of the past disappeared like a receding tide.

"If you can't think of it, don't think about it, Childe, it's always like this in dreams." Ah Zheng persuaded.

At this time, the next person came to inform him that it was time for dinner.

Fang Ping and Ah Zheng came to the back hall together, and they saw Fang Lian sitting there in civilian clothes from a distance, and Fang Bo was also waiting on the side. He was always like this, and he always refused to let him sit down to eat together.

"Ping'er, here, sit down and eat." Fang Lian pointed to the food on the table with chopsticks, and his serious face showed a trace of warmth.

I don't know why, Fang Ping's eyes were a little moist, it was clearly a very ordinary thing, why did he feel a trace of sadness?

"Hey, Dad."

Fang Ping sat down, picked up the chopsticks, and looked at Fang Lian, who was slowly picking up vegetables, as well as Fang Bo and Ah Zheng, who were closing their eyes and recuperating on the side, the sadness in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"Ping'er, why don't you eat?" Fang Lian wiped his mouth with a white cloth, his long black beard swaying.

"But the food is not to your liking?"

Fang Ping shook his head, picked up the dishes on the table and ate a few bites, but the taste was like chewing wax, and he couldn't eat any taste.

He always felt that he had forgotten something very important, and he was a little dizzy in a trance.

"Childe, what's wrong with you?" Ah Zheng hurriedly came over and held him up.

A Zheng in Fang Ping's eyes had a ghost, he shook his head slightly, his left hand touched his waist, and touched something.

How could this bag be tied around your waist?

"Childe, where did this bag come from, let's pick it up!"

Ah Zheng said and reached out to pick up the leather bag, and suddenly there was a sound, and the leather bag became the size of two bamboo baskets, and in a trance, a plush arm stretched out, and a slap flew Ah Zheng out.

Fang Ping raised his eyes and saw that Ah Zheng had changed his appearance, becoming a dominatrix in a red shirt, with silver comb-shaped jewelry on his head, hunched over and looking old, lying on the ground and trying to hold up.

The dominatrix opened her scarlet mouth, revealing a mouth full of fangs and a long scarlet tongue, and her face was hideous, as if she had chosen to devour people, and flew towards him.

The large, hairy hand in the pouch poked out an inch more, grabbed the dominatrix, and dragged it into the pouch with a terrified roar, and fell silent.

"Idiot, don't wake up yet!"

There was a buzz in Fang Ping's head, and the Fang Lian, Fang Bo, and the room in front of him all turned into bursts of black smoke and dissipated.

After the smoke cleared, a drop of clear water fell on his forehead, and he regained his clarity.

In the flash of light, the fragments of what he had just experienced flashed in his head, and the illusions were one after the other, making it impossible to distinguish between the real and the false.

"It's not too bad...... If you continue to dream, you will really forget your last name. ”

Yan Chixia's voice came from his ears, and he saw him holding a gourd in his hand and pouring another mouthful into his mouth.

Fang Ping frowned, and found that he was tightly tied by the vines from top to bottom, hanging under the canopy of the huge locust tree.

"Are you really Yan Chixia?" Fang Ping was still in a trance.

Yan Chixia nodded, and suddenly a mouthful of wine sprayed on his face.

"Haha, are you awake now?"

Fang Ping rolled his eyes, but thanks to him, otherwise he would really be lost in the boundless illusion.

Yan Chixia pulled out her sword and slashed the vines on his body with a slight wave.

Fang Ping regained his freedom and wiped the wine off his face.

As far as the eye could see, they were in the depths of the dense forest, and above them was the towering locust tree, and at this moment a little blue ghost fire was flashing on the high canopy.

"Dao Chief, when was I hooked?"

When did it start......

Yan Chixia "snorted" twice and said, "Why did you see the truncated monument, you have already entered the illusion realm." That rain of blood is not so simple......"

In this way, he was caught by the vines and came to this place......

"You're not alone."

Yan Chixia pointed upward.

At this time, Fang Ping noticed the cocoon-like "fruits" that were wrapped in dense wind and vines.

Yan Chixia jumped up and cut off a fruit, and the vines spread out, revealing a white bone.

"There are hundreds of ...... hanging on such fruits," Yan Chixia sneered.

One can imagine how many people have been killed by this thousand-year-old dryad. The bones of every person it killed became fruit.

At this time, Fang Ping suddenly remembered that Ning Caichen had come and had seen him dead in the illusion before. He may have been here long ago after he had been separated that night.

"Dao Chief, my companion may be here."

Yan Chixia nodded, jumped onto the thick branch of the locust tree, and pinched the magic technique in her hand to emit a spiritual light.

There was a charm wrapped in this spiritual light, and in a moment it floated to the vicinity of a fruit and pasted it.

"Sure enough, it's here!"

Yan Chixia jumped up, cut off the fruit with her sword qi, and saw a white-clothed scholar fall out.

He took the scholar and put it on the ground, and the moment he saw his appearance, he couldn't help but let out a "huh".

This scholar is so familiar!

"What's wrong?" Fang Ping looked at Ning Caichen with concern, only to find that he was out of breath.

Yan Chixia didn't continue to think about it, he had lived for so long, and he had seen too many people, maybe he had seen this scholar somewhere.

"Your companion's soul is lost, and I'm afraid you won't survive."

Seeing Yan Chixia say this, Fang Ping's heart was also cold.

He searched the neighborhood again, but the guy's bag was missing. He didn't find his baggage and scroll in the inn before, so he suspected that he was taken away by Ning Caichen.

"Has his soul been snatched by the dryad?"

Yan Chixia nodded: "This tree demon grabs people's essence and soul, so it can grow so terrifyingly. ”

Fang Ping looked at the big locust tree that covered the sky and the sun, and couldn't help but think of the ruined temple he saw in the illusion, as well as the strange murals in the temple.

"Daoist Yan, have you ever seen a ruined temple?"

"Broken temple?" Yan Chixia was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said, "You disappeared out of the forest, what did you see in the illusion?" ”

Fang Ping told him everything he had seen in the first illusion, Yan Chixia was thoughtful after hearing it, and then said, "I see...... I see, this dryad casts a spell to amplify the fear in people's hearts, and what you see may be real. ”

"That ancient temple is far away in front of you!"

As she spoke, Yan Chixia jumped forward, rubbing a magic light into the depths of the canopy, and when it was briefly illuminated by the light, Fang Ping also saw clearly that among the dense huge canopy, there was actually a dark red stone wall!

It turns out that the temple is in the tree!

"No wonder, no wonder, I always thought that the temple was on the ground, but I didn't expect that after the thousand-year-old locust tree swelled, the entire ancient temple would be held up!"

Fang Ping couldn't help but sigh, such a scene was really beyond his expectations.

Yan Chixia said again: "Hearing you say this, I probably guessed where this tree demon is hiding. ”

The Dryad's body cannot be moved here, and its primordial spirit is relatively weak after leaving the body, so it can only hide in the area covered by the body to do evil.

"According to what you said, its illusion is very clever, why do you enter the ancient temple in this tree, and be extra careful!"

Yan Chixia reminded, swinging her sword, the sword qi had already cut a hole in the countless vines that were entwined, just in time to enter the ancient temple.

Fang Ping nodded, climbed over with the help of the vines of the locust tree, and also climbed to the entrance of the cave and followed.