"The body of the sorghum fruit, is this plum tree?"

In this situation, everyone was dumbfounded: this is an ordinary plum tree that can no longer be ordinary, can it bear the heaven-shattering yellow sorghum fruit? Just kidding, right?

"Not really, I thought, it's still a dream."

Some people would rather die than believe: "All the fruits of sorghum will be a treasure of heaven and earth, and it should be raised by nature, how can it be cultivated by manpower alone?" ”

To say that transplantation and grafting may be promising, after all, there is a precedent.

Can be cultivated by hand, throughout the history books, even in their previous lives, they have never heard of anyone who succeeded, no matter how strong the monks of 5,000 years ago were, they would not go against the sky, right?

Beihuang looked at the person who retorted: her name is Qianli, and it is said that her predecessor was a descendant of a dignitary in the palace five thousand years ago, and she has an innate affinity for Phantom Dreams.

"Does that fellow Daoist have the means to break this phantom array?"

"Heaven and earth cast spells, both true and false, difficult to break."

Qian Lili shook his head: "For today's plan, the only way to do this is to wander through the time flowing around and forcibly break out of this array, but I don't know how big the scope of this phantom array is..."

The terrible thing about the fantasy dream is that you know that everything does not exist, but you still can't extricate yourself, and even worse, make the fake come true.

"That's it, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and we will compete with it for time!"

The crowd continued their journey.

Next, every ten miles, the coordinates will be reset, alleys, riversides, and young girls under plum trees, but the picture is constantly evolving, spring goes to autumn, sunrise and sunset.

Wandering.

They became more and more curious about the identities of the two, Yi Qinglan seemed to recognize the girl, but she didn't dare to admit it, for fear that the inappropriate wording would collide with the taboo and cause death.

Suddenly.

Everyone stopped, because what they saw in front of them was no longer the same plum tree.

Night.

In a mansion, the girl is sleeping soundly, the son is standing quietly next to the bed, the slender index finger is pointed at the girl's forehead, and a wisp of pure sword qi does not enter the center of the eyebrows.

"What is he doing?"

"Change the marrow."

"Changing the marrow?"

Everyone was puzzled, they had heard of the marrow, what is this marrow change?

"It's an artificial physique, well, it's a concept of the acquired body, that girl was originally a mortal fetus in the flesh, but after this person's sword qi was changed, it was extremely suitable for the way of the sword."

"It can still be like this!"

Hearing this, even the well-informed Beihuang couldn't help but be amazed.

"Ordinary monks can't do it, and the difficulty of this matter is no less than ascending to the sky."

Yi Qinglan said in a complicated manner: "In other words, this person has reached the end of his kendo journey, so much so that he can create a kendo wizard with just a slight move." ”

The screen turns.

The girl's seven orifices, full of mysterious swords, the delicate body is crystal clear, like an ice heart jade pot, the young man's lips are wriggling, as if chanting the Taoist scriptures, chanting for the girl.

The wrongdoer tried to spy on the truth of the sword, but was injured by the sword qi, and the ending was naturally extremely miserable: just like the old ghost from the original, he was devoured by the dream and reduced to nourishment.

Don't be greedy!

Move forward.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the young man is dressed in white clothes and black fur, with purple hair tied up, and green plums boiled in wine, as if he is a family member who lives in seclusion, cynical and disrespectful, and plays the world.

It's really strange that a dignified monk doesn't practice well and drinks and appreciates flowers all day long.

The outsider is angry and funny.

It is the injustice of heaven that is angry, and all the good talents are distributed to these people, who have no intention of cultivating; The laughing thing is that this young man is not bad, everyone has their own ambitions.

"What did you see?"

Beihuang noticed that the thousand carp was motionless, and his eyes were fixed on one place.

The girl appeared outside the mansion.

Without warning, the thousand carp took a step towards the girl: she had a conjecture about whether she could go further in the illusion of dreams, and she was so desperate for her life.

She wanted to see the girl's face and confirm her suspicions.

Yi Qinglan and the others glanced at each other, and they all chose to follow, Qianli was the only monk present who knew the way of illusionary dreams, she couldn't have an accident, otherwise she would really have no skills.

Walk more than 100 steps.

Everyone was surprised to find that the surrounding scenery had accelerated the speed of evolution, and the distance between them and the girl did not need to be a hundred steps at all.

Wrong.

It won't be that simple.

Qianli opened her arms and blocked the girl's way, the girl turned a blind eye and went straight through Qianli, but in the middle of it, looking back, at that moment, time was frozen.

"Sure enough, sure enough!"

The former trembled with excitement, and Yi Qinglan on the side was in disbelief.

"Who is she?"

Beihuang asked in a low voice, she believed that the other party definitely knew the girl.

Yi Qinglan hesitated for a moment:

"There is a well-known legend in Gusu that after the Emperor of Heaven sat down, a young girl walked out of the city, with a mortal body, and a sword broke the river for 3,600 zhang..."

She does not cultivate the realm in her life, only cultivates the way of the sword, she is the person whom the Emperor Chen Yi met during the transformation of the mortal, always innocent, not in the world, and has no quarrel with the world.

It is as beautiful as a mirror.

"What do you mean..."

"I probably got a glimpse of the truth about Gusu."

Yi Qinglan and Qianli set off at the same time and went straight to the Gusu Center, they knew that this would be contaminated with cause and effect, and the young man was almost certain to be the Heavenly Emperor Chen Yi.

The other party claims to be in charge of three thousand supernatural powers, omnipotent, if it is stained with cause and effect, it is unimaginable, but the avenue is close at hand, give up unwillingly, and die at night.

Hundred breaths.

The group went to the central square.

When Gongzi went out of the city, the fireworks on his body were slowly stripped away, the walls of Gusu City began to collapse, the river dried up, and the houses were annihilated, leaving only the plum tree standing proudly.

The girl stared at her back and wrote: "The red face is like water and does not return, the poor son does not think about it, the love of his life is like a dream, a dream of yellow sorghum... Dream sorghum. ”

For that son, Gusu is just a big dream, but for the girl, it is unforgettable, a dream of yellow sorghum, not not to wake up, but unwilling!

"Haha, hahaha, I knew it, I knew it was so!"

Qian Liyu was fascinated: "Wrong, we were wrong from the beginning, very wrong, this is not a weaving illusion, we are in her dream." ”

She pointed to Gusu City, looking crazy, like a mad demon: "Gusu, this city, this whole city, is his dream, it is a dream he gave her!" ”

Yi Qinglan's expression was completely sluggish, connecting everything along the way, and a thought that made her feel absurd took shape: There was once an immortal who planted fairy fruits in his dream.

When you wake up.

The fruit is ripe!