Yun Que personally cooked, Xue Ziyi, Ma Yong and others started and quickly made a table of delicious food. Look at the book

With the food, the wine is naturally indispensable.

There is no need to look outside, Yun Que's two storage rings are full of a lot of fine spirit wine.

As for who these spirit wines came from, it is impossible to tell, anyway, none of the jars were bought with money.

The place for the banquet is selected in a clifftop pavilion behind Teng Yunfeng, and the scenery is excellent.

In this banquet, only Yun Que, Li Xianyun and Tong Miaoshuang, and the other disciples were all driven away.

In Li Xianyun's words, the sword dance of Lord Tong Feng is invisible to ordinary people, and it can hurt the Yuan Shen at a glance.

was so frightened that Ma Yongniu Bucai and the others directly locked themselves in the house and concentrated on cultivation.

"The taste is not bad, your master and nephew have good skills."

Tong Miaoshuang tasted the wine and food, smiled with satisfaction, her voice was soft, and her beautiful eyes were full of tenderness.

Tong Miao is dressed in a gauze dress, and her fair complexion is set off like mutton fat in the moonlight, which is moving.

"If you don't cook some good dishes, how can you be worthy of the sword dance of the Tong Peak Lord." Li Xianyun smiled and raised a toast.

After three rounds of drinking, slightly drunk.

Li Xianyun took out the yaoqin, stroked a string of melodious melodies, and signaled that Tong Miaoshuang could dance the sword.

Yun Que played with the wine glass, chuckling lightly, ready to watch the eighteen-step sword dance of Xuanqi.

Tong Miaoshuang didn't get up, but stretched out his slender jade hand, pressed the strings, and stopped the rhythm.

"Sword dancing is fine, but you have to tell me first."

Tong Miaoshuang stared at Li Xianyun with a smile and said, "More than ten years ago, what did you see in your disgusting dreams, so you began to indulge in the dream method."

Hearing the two talking about the old things many years ago, Yun Que became curious.

That Bai Yan seems to be a person with a story, and his uncle's dream method is related to it.

Li Xianyun poured a glass of wine and took a sip.

"I promised him that I wouldn't spread it, I, Li Xianyun, am a principled person."

"I'm not in the mood to give you a sword dance without saying anything that interests me." Childlike double road.

"Oh, I drank a little too much today, and I can't help myself when I'm half-asleep and talking in my dreams."

Li Xianyun squinted slightly, and said slightly drunk, "Kill! His dreams were all killing, terrifying, and weird."

Yun Que thought that he couldn't hear about Bai Yan's secrets today, but it turned out that the so-called principles of this senior uncle were not worth anything at all.

A sword dance sold Bai Yan.

"What is it that makes you, a master of dreams, feel weird?" Tong Miao's beautiful eyes flashed.

Li Xianyun smiled without saying a word, sold a pass, took out a chessboard, and lined up the black and white twins on it in a row.

Tong Miaoshuang looked puzzled.

"The two armies are facing each other." Yun Que only glanced at it, and he saw some clues.

The chess pieces arranged by Li Xianyun are obviously like two armies, about to fight each other.

"It's still the nephew who is smart, that's right, it's the scene of the two armies fighting."

Li Xianyun mixed a bunch of black and white twins together to form a chaotic formation, and said:

"In the dream of white disgust, there are only two kinds of people, one wearing black clothes and the other wearing white robes, and the endless fight between black and white, with blood everywhere and corpses all over the field, is like a killing cycle that never stops."

"White disgust is the side of the man in white." Tong Miaoshuang judged from the fact that Bai was tired of wearing a miserable white robe all year round.

Li Xianyun shook his head and said:

"No, he is the commander of the men in black, as soon as he sleeps, he will appear on the battlefield, he wants to kill the man in white in his dreams, but unfortunately he can't do it, so he doesn't dare to sleep, and he has a dark circle under his eyes all day."

Tong Miaoshuang took a sip of spiritual wine and muttered:

"The two armies must have something to say, what does his strange dream portend?"

Yun Que also felt very curious.

It's normal to dream, it's a dream for everyone.

But it's rare to have the same nightmare all the time since childhood.

Not to mention how terrible the dream is, even an ordinary dream is enough to torture a normal person to collapse after countless cycles.

"Bloodline."

Li Xianyun gave a strange answer.

"Bloodlines give people nightmares? How could it be?" Tong Miaoshuang was surprised.

"Ordinary bloodline, naturally there will be no such symptoms, but Bai Yan's bloodline is very special, his bloodline contains a strange inheritance power, unlike everyone, that power is mixed and powerful, thin and cold, extremely ancient." Li Xianyun's tone was a little more solemn.

Tong Miaoshuang silently pondered Li Xianyun's strange statement, frowned and said:

"From the state you described, it's very similar to some demon beasts that contain the blood of ancient alien beasts and are called xenomorphs?"

"He's an alien."

Li Xianyun chuckled: "I told him, he still doesn't believe it, according to my guess, Bai Yan, inherited the bloodline of some powerful beings in ancient times, this bloodline is compatible with his own bloodline, fortunately it is not pure, otherwise, he doesn't know what it will become."

The mixed blood veins cause the white disgust to have a cycle of nightmares that cannot be stopped.

Hearing this news, Yun Que was still a little puzzled and asked:

"The bloodline of the human race, even if it is mixed, there should not be a situation of restraint, could it be that he has inherited the bloodline of the demon race?"

Among the human race, there have been cases of inheriting the bloodline of the demon race.

There are a very small number of cultivators, and the inheritance from the demon clan will be awakened in their bodies, so that their strength will increase greatly, and at the same time, the temperament and temperament of the whole person will also change greatly.

"It won't be the blood of the demon clan, otherwise Bai Wei should have gotten out of control a long time ago." Tong Miaoshuang asserted.

She is proficient in the way of beast control, and her understanding of the bloodline of the demon clan is far better than that of others.

"In order to explore the truth of the bloodline, Bai Yan has been running for many years, but he has never found anything."

Li Xianyun raised his wine glass and said slowly:

"I'm curious about where his strange bloodline inheritance came from, so I concentrated on cultivating the dream realm method, and over the years, I have entered his dream realm more than once, and gradually found some clues."

"What did you find? Say it!" Tong Miaoshuang asked impatiently.

Yun Que was also hearing the curiosity, and waited with great interest to listen to the following.

"I'm so sleepy......" Li Xianyun stretched his waist.

"Believe it or not, I burned down your bamboo house!" Tong Miaoshuang said wildly.

It's hateful to stop at the critical point.

"Half of the words are spoken, and the longevity is 10,000 less." Yun Que came to a more ruthless sentence.

Li Xianyun's lazy waist stiffened, and he almost flashed his waist.

Live 10,000 years less, isn't this a curse for him to burp immediately.

"The man in black in the white dream realm, the breath of the battle death will return to the earth, indicating his own bloodline."

Li Xianyun said slowly: "But those white-clothed people who represent a different bloodline, the breath after the death of the battle will gradually drift to the sky."

One side enters the ground, and the other side returns to the sky, it all sounds similar, and Yun Que and Tong Miaoshuang are even more puzzled.

"What difference does it make if the dissipation in a dream returns to heaven or to earth?" Tong Miaoshuang wondered.

"It's different."

Li Xianyun said leisurely: "Dreams are what I think in my heart, and I am also used to it, and the strange bloodline that exists in Bai is tired of it, since it will return to the heavens after dying in battle, it means that the bloodline carries a kind of dignity, a habit of returning to the heavens."

The moon is in the sky.

Li Xianyun looked up at the sky full of stars, and said to himself:

"Have you heard of it, Celestial?"