Suddenly, Sheng Hongyi's eyes suddenly opened.

She clutched her chest, gasping for air.

On the forehead, beads of sweat fell one by one.

She looked out the window blankly, the moon was gone, a red sun had jumped out, the night had passed, and a new day had begun.

The heart-wrenching feeling in her heart disappeared without a trace as she woke up from the dream.

But she still remembers it clearly.

"Sister......

She murmured.

Who is it?

The voice of the sister in the dream should be very unfamiliar, but she felt very familiar and kind in the dream.

But what she could be sure of was that the voice was not Concubine Sheng Yu.

Sheng Yufei's voice, Sheng Hongyi is also very familiar, soft and brisk, listening to her, Sheng Hongyi feels very relieved, and has a sense of warmth that belongs to home.

However, the voice of the sister in the dream was different, the voice was gentle but cold, and there was a sadness that permeated the heart when I heard it, as if it was ...... Forcibly stripped from the blood and bones.

Sheng Hongyi took out the wine jar again, poured three sips in a row, and her complicated thoughts were forcibly calmed down.

She couldn't convince herself anyway, it was just an inconsequential dream.

But, why did she have such a dream, and why was it last night?

She thought about it for a long time, but she couldn't think of a reason.

These days, as she gradually cultivated seriously and experienced a series of things, she found that in this cultivation realm, she was actually almost like an idiot, feeling that she didn't know anything.

After a while, she sighed, took out a blank jade slip, unfolded it, she used her fingers as a pen, and the colorful aura escaped from her fingertips thin but continuous, and painted on the paper.

The bald mountains in the dream, the dead stones exposed with blood and charredness, and the severed limbs and corpses in one place......

With the brushstrokes, she is equivalent to passing the dream in the sea of consciousness again.

In this way, she seemed to remember a lot of small differences.

She frowned, carefully examining the corpses she had drawn, and finally realized that something was wrong.

These corpses are not normal, most of them do not look like human corpses.

Some of the heads have two curved horns on their heads, and they look like they are either cows or deer!

Some of them were black and black on their backs under some of their tattered robes, and they seemed to be scales, but it was not known whether they were fish scales or some other animal.

Some of them looked quite normal, but the demonic energy on their bodies stained the blood on their bodies black.

Others, their bodies are half-empty, lying on the ground for a long time, obviously still breathing, but half of them can't be seen clearly with the naked eye.

There are even more blue-faced fangs, ghostly......

What are these things?

Sheng Hongyi felt as if he had entered a bizarre world.

Among them, there are ghosts, strange demons, and demons...... And as far as the eye can see, there is a broken stone tablet.

There is a word on it that seems to read: 巳.

At the right time, Master's voice sounded on time:

"Since you're not cultivating, come out to class quickly, don't be lazy!"

The voice is very disgusting, and the more I think about it at this time, the more I can't think of a clue, and I feel like I have to walk into the ears of Sheng Hongyi, who is confused, but it is kind to me.

Like salvation.

She shook her head busily, and her eyes returned to clarity:

"It's coming, it's coming."

The voice was eager and tinged with jubilation.

Sheng Ping put down the book he was holding, his face was strange: After a night, isn't it a rebel who was influenced by him?

When did you see her so active in class?

By the time Sheng Ping came out of his house, Sheng Hongyi was already sitting obediently in her place in the courtyard.

Seeing Sheng Ping, she stood up and saluted:

"Master, good morning."

Sheng Ping glanced her up and down, and was used to her strange way of greeting her:

"Good morning, you look like ...... today In good condition. ”

In the end, it is a child with an unlimited future.

After just one night of cultivation, the whole body seemed to have not completely lost its aura, and the vitality of the wood aura filled her body.

Let her whole person stand there like a fresh green pine, straight and vibrant.

Sheng Ping took a deep breath, such a rich wood spirit qi, he hadn't encountered it for a long time, it can be seen that his rebel wood spirit root should be quite good.

Unexpectedly, Sheng Hongyi's face was condensed, and puzzlement flashed in his eyes.

Sheng Ping's strange question:

"How? Having trouble cultivating? ”

Sheng Hongyi only hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"Master, is it possible that when I was cultivating, I obviously had a nightmare, and when I woke up in the morning, I actually found that my divine consciousness had been repaired?"

She had just been woken up by Sheng Ping's voice calling her to class, and when she came out, she took a look at her knowledge.

As a result, I found that my consciousness had been restored, and even stronger than before!

What's going on?

Although her mental injury was not serious, under the "persecution" of her master, she felt that it was not too difficult to repair in two days, and it was a big deal, and she would not take a good nap at all.

But yesterday, she ran the Spiritual Cultivation Technique, and after she settled down, she began to dream, and in one night, her divine consciousness was restored to its original state, and it was deeper than before.

Could it be compensation for her nightmares?

And such a good thing?

Sheng Hongyi saw Sheng Ping frowning and thinking, so he waited quietly on the side.

Since the confession made the night before, Sheng Hongyi found that their master-apprentice relationship seemed to have broken through a hurdle and had a qualitative breakthrough.

Now, when he encountered something difficult in his cultivation, Sheng Hongyi suddenly didn't want to hold back like before.

What to do with holding back? It's not like she doesn't have a master.

Before, she didn't have a place to ask.

Her father has been injured for many years, and he has long been out of touch with the entire cultivation realm, and her mother and sister have cultivated to a low level, and they really can't feel some of her changes.

Moreover, listening to Sheng Ping's classes these days, Master's observations and opinions are indeed much more profound than those of his father.

Especially whether it is a problem in talisman or cultivation, in many cases, there is no need for Sheng Hongyi to say it, and the master can find out.

The words of a few words always made Sheng Hongyi feel empowered.

Sheng Hongyi knew that since she was willing to cultivate under Master's nose, it meant that in her heart, Master had gained her full trust and became her actual relative.

Sheng Ping was momentarily stopped by Sheng Hongyi's abrupt question.

However, when Sheng Hongyi encountered a problem with cultivation and took the initiative to inquire, he was still satisfied.

The rebels still grow.

So, his eyebrows stretched slightly, and his tone was gentle, and it was rare to be gentle to the rebels:

"Oh? The old man has no clue for a while, what kind of nightmare is it? ”

The sudden restoration of the divine consciousness was completed, and it may also be Sheng Hongyi's unconscious epiphany.

But, he had never heard of an epiphany in the form of a nightmare.

Sheng Hongyi handed out the jade slip:

"This is what I saw in my dream last night, Master, can you take a look?"

Sheng Ping opened it and looked at it, his eyebrows frowned even tighter, and the scene in the picture was really terrifying and even tragic.

Only half of the stele caught his attention:

"Huh?"

Sheng Hongyi nodded:

"Master, don't you think this is a boundary monument? Is there a place in this world called Si? ”