Xiao Beitang, who had just been picked up by him, was now lying on the slightly cold but soft bed in the cave.

Chu Yiyang walked around the cave mansion, this seemed to be a woman's residence, and in connection with the "mother" called by the young version of Beitang on a cold night just now, he probably guessed whose residence it was.

This is the residence of the birth mother of the cold night of the North Hall.

It was the beginning of his life's memories, the safest place he had ever built in his dreams, and the place he had always wanted to go back to, but was turned away.

"Wait......"

Chu Yiyang suddenly stopped, thinking that he was now in the dream of the cold night in Beitang, and he had just called "mother" again, so what kind of image is he now?

There are no mirrors commonly used by women in this cave, and there is no basin of water, so it will take a lot of effort to see what you look like now. But when he thought of knocking on the system just now, the system didn't react, thinking that even if he was wearing a woman's dress in his original appearance, there would be no second living person here except for the cold night in Beitang, Chu Yiyang felt that it was just that.

Back at the bedside of the cave mansion, he looked at Xiao Beitang lying on the bed, worthy of the Kunlun Sword Venerable, who was the best in the four realms in the future, and he was already so good-looking when he was young.

Chu Yiyang seemed to say to himself: "Such a child is either loved madly or bullied madly. ”

Ying is the former, and the cold night in the north hall is the latter.

Just now, he treated and bandaged all the terrifying wounds on Xiao Beitang's body, and he could be regarded as knowing the injuries in Beitang's reality on a cold night.

Although these injuries were brought into the dream realm and looked scary on the child, they were actually not as good as the time he was in the Aoba Secret Realm.

The injuries on the body are not serious, the serious ones are somewhere else.

Dreams are people's subconscious, Chu Yiyang reached out and probed Xiao Beitang's forehead.

He can not ask for help when he is awake, but he can't in his dreams, and it just so happens that Chu Yiyang is also asleep, so there is such a dream meeting.

As for how he was dragged into his dream, it was probably because of the blood contract.

The beauty was relieved, but the blood pact was not.

The blood pact is for the deed owner, and even if Beitang doesn't know that there is such a link between them, when he encounters danger, the blood pact will instinctively pull the person who has made a contract with him to his side.

The last sword of the "Thirty-two Styles of Breaking the Heavens", as a swordsmanship that cannot exist in the world, naturally cannot be just an external wound left on the cold night of Beitang, Chu Yiyang guessed that the last sword should have caused a heavy damage to his divine consciousness that he could not repair.

Chu Yiyang knew very well what he would do, he had come and come, and he couldn't die without help.

What's more, the owner of the dream still appeared in the form of such a young child, and almost perfectly stepped on his death hole.

- Xiao Beitang's age is about the same as his younger brother Ah Ye when he just lost his parents, and taking care of his younger brother has long been Chu Yiyang's instinct.

After checking his body temperature and making sure that he did not have a fever, Chu Yiyang was slightly relieved.

However, before he could withdraw his hand, he saw his little face wrinkled.

In the coma, the little boy, who was as beautiful as a porcelain doll, was also unstable.

Feeling the hand on his forehead leaving, he struggled to wake up, but he couldn't, and the urgency turned into tears, seeping through his closed eyes and sliding down the side of his face like pearls with broken threads.

"Don't ...... Mother, don't go......"

"Mother, don't ...... Don't don't ...... a night."

He was in a coma, and he didn't even have the strength to cry and beg his mother not to leave.

Chu Yiyang froze on the side of the bed almost instantly, and the little boy crying in his sleep in front of him overlapped with his younger brother, who was also only four or five years old and woke up crying every night.

"Don't be afraid." Chu Yiyang said in a low voice, he wiped away Xiao Beitang's tears, put his other hand into the quilt, and held the small, scarred hand, "I'm not leaving." ”

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Chapter 40

What is a dream?

Chu Yiyang held this small hand, and only after confirming that the young Jianzi was sleeping peacefully did he take his hand back, but did not leave, but went to bed and meditated on the bed.

There was a familiar aura nearby, Even if the palm on his forehead left, the little Beitang no longer cried in fear in his dreams as before.

Chu Yiyang closed his eyes.

Sometimes the speed of time in the dream is equal to the flow of time outside, and sometimes it is not, but if you are trapped in the dream, you only need to wait for the owner of the dream to wake up.

He has been to so many worlds, and has witnessed all kinds of bizarre dreams, all of which are caused by the absence of reality.

In reality, unhappy people will seek happiness in dreams, and in reality, poor people will have dreams of getting rich - no matter whether the dreams are short or long, the end is always fulfilled.

They give what they lack, and that's how the dream ends.

In Beitang's dream, he was a child—

If Chu Yiyang remembers correctly, he is already a sword at this age, but he is not the only one in Kunlun during this period.

After being injured, he returns to the place where he lived as a child, and instinctively seeks refuge from his mother like a fledgling, even if this mother has always ignored him, showing that he is essentially insecure.

Whether the child who used to kneel in the ice and snow got the response he wanted, Chu Yiyang didn't know, but here, he would get it.

As for whether he will remember when he wakes up, most people don't remember their dreams, and even if they do, he doesn't worry that Beitang will recognize him in the cold night.

Because now in the dream world, he is his "mother".

In the dream, Chu Yiyang's body did not follow the setting that he was seriously injured and had not yet healed, and the spiritual power in his body was running smoothly when he was meditating and practicing, and there were no secret injuries in the meridians and dantian.

He enjoyed this false healthy persona, and after spitting out the old and accepting the new, he opened his eyes and made sure that the sleeping Xiao Beitang was almost time to wake up.

When you wake up, it's time to eat.

So he got out of bed, opened the stone door and left the cave, and when he came back with the wind and snow outside, he already had more food in his hands.

Putting the food taken from the canteen of the Kunlun Sword Sect on the stone table, Chu Yiyang stepped on the light of the pearl and walked towards the bed.

He was right, his breath had been away for such a period of time, enough for Xiao Beitang, who was in a deep sleep, to notice it, and struggled to wake up.

The deep sleep in the dream gave him enough energy to regain his energy, and this time he managed to open his eyes.

Finding that he was not in the ice and snow, nor in the Mingxin Palace, Xiao Beitang was stunned for a moment, and then heard a cool and gentle voice sounding above his head: "Awake?" ”

Chu Yiyang looked at the young little sword lying on the pillow, and looked at him with a pair of young round eyes that didn't know how to hide his mood.

Unlike when he grew up, these eyes still have the juvenile state of a small animal, and the black pupils are far more than the whites of the eyes.

After seeing who was talking to him, what appeared in these eyes was not the previous joy, but hesitation, and it seemed that he had not forgotten in his dreams that it was impossible for his mother to pay attention to him.

Seeing Xiao Jianzi sit up, he opened his mouth hesitantly, and before he heard the title of "mother" from his mouth again, Chu Yiyang said to him: "Since you are awake, let's eat." ”

“…… Be. ”

Although he didn't know what was going on, why his mother, who had always hated him, was so gentle to him today, the young Beitang still chose to treat all this as a beautiful dream.

He only remembered that he seemed to be badly injured and instinctively returned here, but he couldn't remember how he was injured.

Chu Yiyang watched him get up, got off the bed, put on his clothes and shoes, compared with the expressions and movements at a glance, Chu Yiyang felt that it was still cuter to cry when he was confused before.

However, now this serious little face also has a different flavor.

Chu Yiyang looked at this little face that still had baby fat, and suddenly had a bad taste in his heart.

The wounds on Xiao Beitang's body have been treated before, and they have been healed after a good night's sleep, leaving no traces, it seems that the wounds left on the body by the "Thirty-two Styles of Breaking the Heavens" are indeed nothing to the sword cultivators of the Tribulation Period with strong vitality.

After tidying up his clothes and lowering his arms, Xiao Jianzi raised his head in front of the person sitting on the edge of the bed: "I'm fine, mother-"

Before he could finish the word "mother", the person in front of him hugged him all of a sudden.

Then, with both hands, they covered his face, kneading this lovely little face, which was as delicate as a little golden boy but expressionless, and squeezed the flesh of his cheeks together, so that his facial features, which were as beautiful as a little girl, were deformed.

"Cool (Niang)...... ...... pro"

Xiao Beitang was caught off guard and was pulled over, being kneaded into a strange shape like a big rag doll, not only could he no longer maintain the original serious expression on his face, but even his hair was kneaded messily.

It wasn't until he rubbed his serious little face off, rubbing him that he was dazed, embarrassed and didn't dare to resist, and the hesitation and hesitation in his eyes turned into a loss, and Chu Yiyang, who had a bad taste, stopped.

Looking at Xiao Beitang, who was panting and red in his ears and cheeks, he looked satisfied-

That's right, what do children do with a straight face?

It's been too long since he's been in his brother's adorable period, and now there's a chance to have the same experience again, using the young sword as a toy, even if it's to offset the sins he suffered in the Aoba Secret Realm.

"Alright." The person in front of Xiao Beitang stood up, took his hand, and walked towards the stone table full of food, "Eat." ”

He heard the joy in his mother's voice.

It's an emotion that "she" has never had when she spoke to herself.

Xiao Jianzi was pulled forward by him, and when he came to the stone table, he was picked up and sat down on the stone bench, which made his already crimson face a little redder.

Chu Yiyang didn't realize it, and put the dishes in front of Xiao Beitang: "Eat." ”

The book didn't say what Beitang liked to eat on a cold night, so he ordered what his younger brother liked to eat when he was a child, and the taste of children should be similar.

But in the face of this table of dishes, the young little Jianzi did not eat immediately, but sat on the stone bench, staring at them with dark eyes for a moment, and then said softly: "Is this what my mother made for me?" ”

Chu Yiyang's action of serving soup was a meal, and he wanted to eat the dishes made by his mother? It's not an over-the-top wish, it's just that it's a bit unrealistic to want to cook in this cave.

He then filled the soup and put it in front of Xiaobei Tang, and raised his hand to pin his messy hair that he had rubbed behind his ear, "Not this time, next time it will be." ”

Xiao Beitang nodded, no objection.

He was hand-picked by his ancestor Shen Hao, and was taken by Su Jianzun to practice the way of killing, pursuing the way of a gentleman, eating without saying a word, he ate whatever Chu Yiyang prepared for him, and he was not picky.

Chu Yiyang withdrew his hand, feeling that he was much more worry-free than Chu Huiye when he was four or five years old.

After eating, Chu Yiyang asked him to go back and sleep again.

It's noon, and it's just in time for a lunch break. In the dream realm, the calmer the deep sleep, the faster the spirit can recover, but Xiao Beitang, who put down the dishes and chopsticks, shook his head.

Chu Yiyang didn't force him, he only asked him: "If you don't sleep, then what do you want to do?" ”