If the wood has the ability to create dreams, every time the moon is full, colorful sand particles will emerge from the roots of the tree. The grains of sand are as light as snow and can make people fall asleep.

Dreams are the fusion of reality and illusion, whether it is human or animal or grass and trees, there are dreams.

When people enter into dreams, they taste joys, sorrows, sorrows, or worries, or unlimited creativity. If the wooden dream is also in the dream, it is in the beautiful dream that the nectar is poured out to assist the elf in cultivation.

The dream spirit is the holy spirit born with dreams, which picks five kinds of dream sand, golden, purple, emerald green, snow white, and crimson, and blows with their cheeks.

Wherever the dream sand falls, the contaminated creatures fall into the five dreams of sweet dreams, spring dreams, elephant dreams, daydreams and nightmares, enjoying the beauty of time and space.

Since Han Bing fell silent, Yan Ci was sad all day long. Standing and sitting, his eyes were full of Han Bing's figure, and the tenderness and sorrow contained in his water-like eyes made him inseparable.

That smile, words and deeds haunt his heart all the time, and he breaks his liver and intestines.

When you wake up, it is like the end of the road, only to gradually forget in your sleep.

For several nights in a row, Xiao Mengjiu would always quietly blow a grain of dream sand on Yan Ci's body. In the dream, vivid faces emerged, whispering in his ears in familiar and unfamiliar voices, telling him to be strong and brave.

Yan Ci can't distinguish between reality and illusion, as if he has gone back in time, nothing has happened, and the people he cares about are still by his side.

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In the southwest corner, there is a vast sacred mountain with steep materials and clouds and mist.

Wushan!

According to legend, Yao Ji, the daughter of the Red Emperor, is peerless, gentle and virtuous, but she is jealous and famous, and she died before she married.

After his death, a wisp of incense soul incarnated into Yao grass, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, absorbing the rain of heaven and earth and cultivating the immortal body, known as the goddess of Wushan.

The goddess's cultivation realm is true to the Tao, and she is the only cultivator in this world who is in the period of extinction, and it is rumored that she turns into a morning cloud and a rain at dusk, holding an immortal medicine in her hand, and curing all diseases.

Xiao Mengjiu followed the guidance of the Elf King and led Yan Ci to travel thousands of miles, and it took nearly a month to reach the foot of Wushan.

The sacred mountains are high and lofty, the steep peaks are scattered, and the mist is dependent on each other, like a miracle.

Xiao Mengjiu was flying, and the servants could not hide their tiredness, she pouted and complained: "Wushan is really far away, this time I travel day and night, but I am tired of the old lady!"

Yan Ci wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

Xiao Mengjiu glanced at him and said, "It's not all lovesick tears, and it's not all lovesickness." If you want to cry, you simply howl a few times at the bottom of the mountain, so as not to wait for the goddess to look at you!"

Yan Ci asked, "Have you ever seen a goddess?"

Xiao Mengjiuyi pursed his lips and said with some embarrassment: "Gree...... Dreamed. ”

After a short rest, the two of them were ready to go, when they suddenly heard a sound of bones and bones, and four or five huge pumpkins rolled down from the mountain, followed by two rabbits, one white and one gray, wearing short coats, resisting medicine hoes, and happily chasing after each other.

Yan Ci was dumbfounded, and secretly sighed that as soon as he came to Wushan, he would hit the demon, and there was a rabbit in the world with such amazing spirituality!

The two rabbits were mischievous, and when they saw that the living people were not afraid, they threw down their medicine hoes and came over to watch, and the white rabbit's nose was cocked, and they actually spat out: "Oh, elf!"

Xiao Mengjiu was full of humor, and smiled sweetly: "Hey, little rabbit." ”

The gray rabbit was particularly mischievous, wrapping his left eye around a long and narrow leaf, and jumped twice and asked, "What are you two doing here?"

Xiao Mengjiu said charmingly: "I have come to pay homage to the goddess." ”

The gray rabbit stood up and said, "The goddess is not at home. ”

Xiao Mengjiu smiled: "Where have you been?"

The gray rabbit deliberately bent one ear and said seriously: "The trail is uncertain, either it is a world of travel, or it is a world of clouds." ”

Yan Ci said anxiously: "When will you return?"

The white rabbit pouted and said, "The gray rabbit lied to you." ”

Yan Cixi said: "Really?"

The white rabbit was overjoyed: "Fake, the goddess is really not there." ”

Seeing that Yan Ci was fooled, the gray rabbit laughed and fell.

Yan Ci turned his head to look at Xiao Mengjiu and asked, "Do you want to eat braised demon rabbit meat?"

Xiao Mengjiu licked his lips and said, "Is it delicious?"

The white rabbit and the gray rabbit said in unison: "It's not delicious, it's very unpalatable!"

Yan Ci said: "The fragrance is overflowing, fat but not greasy, and you will be salivated." ”

Xiao Mengjiu licked his lips again, and the two rabbits said one after another: "Actually, the goddess is on the mountain, and she lied just now." ”

Yan Ci shook his head and said, "Ghost is a believer!"

The white rabbit picked up the medicine hoe and fled, looking back and said: "Absolutely true, the Xingyun Palace where the goddess lives is on the goddess peak, go quickly." ”

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Wushan is vast and mysterious, with clouds and mist reflecting each other, as if dressed in colorful clothes.

Over the years, there have been only a handful of legends about the goddess, but all of them have shocked the past and the present.

Yan Ci went up with awe of the sword, and everywhere he passed, he saw the cliffs and cliffs with knives and axes, and the flowing springs and waterfalls were wonderful.

When he was feeling relaxed, he sensed a force that came out of thin air, and there was indeed a ban on the sky above the mountainside. It makes the monks who come and go like mortals, and they cannot meet the goddess without going through the test of a fierce fire and boiling gold.

Raise your eyes and look at the edge of the deep stream of the rock, a steep bluestone staircase winds up.

Walking with steps, the force of the landing place sank a thousand pounds, gritted his teeth and insisted on taking another step, and his knees couldn't help but tremble.

Yan Ci gasped, according to this scene, it was hard to imagine what year and month it would be when he climbed to the top of the mountain.

Xiao Mengjiu ignited a magic talisman, and the spiritual light of the talisman exploded, shooting out a halo of light that enveloped his body.

As if he had just taken a tonic, the soles of the elves' feet were cloudy, and his body was fluttering and fastening against the wind.

Yan Ci climbed bravely step by step, seeing this is envious, the elf is full of treasures, mountaineering is effortless, he looks at the shadow of self-pity, full of pride and almost wants to spend in this narrow plank road.

The three armies can win the commandery, but the horseman cannot win the ambition. Through thick and thin, he can go very slowly, but never look back.

Continue to pour mana into his legs, his spirit is slightly lifted, and he walks proudly without distracting thoughts, but unfortunately he still takes root where he steps.

Roar a step, step a step and roar, sweat like a rollball quietly wet the clothes.

Yan Ci is like a soil dog under the scorching sun, stretching out his tongue and panting.

The birds of the forest and the insects in the trees all came together, screaming and cheering for him.

Tiredness had invaded the bone marrow, and Yan Ci was laid on the steps like a human skin carpet to rest, and even the muscles that supported the clenching of teeth were sore.

After a little concentration, he looked back, and when he was tea, he could walk more than ten steps, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

Xiao Mengjiu stared at his cheeks and only cared about his thoughts, and was indifferent to Yan Ci's ghost call.

The warm sunlight shines on the body, making people sleepy.

There is a pot of braised rabbit meat in the sleep, which is ruddy and fragrant, considerable, mouth-watering, and serves a pot after eating.

Xiao Mengjiu still woke up, but saw Yan Ci's eyes blackened, and his hands were dangling outside Zhangyu, even if the cattle that had been plowing the day and earth were much more energetic than him.

Xiao Mengjiu said without pity: "The limbs are developed, but it's a burden! After saying that, he lit the spirit rune again and flew away.

The top of the mountain is far away, but the lonely figure on the ground beats a heart that will never give up.

Yan Cisheng swallowed several elixirs, regained some physical strength, and then gritted his teeth and moved forward.

Enduring the scorching sun, accompanied by the waning moon and breeze, what about the wind and rain, hunger and cold? When the shoes are torn, they walk barefoot, and when the clothes are rotten, they go into battle shirtless.

For three days and three nights, Yan Ci Meal Wind and rain never stopped all the way, exhausted his efforts to step on the last mountain steps, hunting mountain wind blowing wildly, the top of Wu Mountain, the Goddess Peak floated on it.

The pagoda-like mountain body is strange and beautiful, blooming with the light of lustre, the posture of the clever stone and pine is thousands, the endless is endless, in the meantime, the spirit monkey plays, the crane is auspicious, it is the spiritual realm of the fairy family.

The road leading to the Goddess Peak is more than 100 driftwood trees hanging sparsely on the edge of the cliff, the thick driftwood is like a millstone, and the thin one is like a willow branch, which is slowly rotating in the mountain wind.

If you can't get past the thorny realm, you have to go back where you came from.

The cliff is more than 1,000 feet high, steep and treacherous, and the clouds and mist under it are daunting.

The driftwood was overwhelmed, and it swayed as if it might fall to the bottom of the cliff at any moment.

As soon as Yan Ci's heart tightened, a heart-rending pain came from his back, and his place had suddenly turned into a thorny world, the entire space was intertwined, and wooden thorns were rampant.

Rows of spikes were driven into his back, hanging him in the air, and when he moved slightly, his flesh hurt everywhere.

It was hard to find a slightly smooth trunk to rest on his feet, and then he slowly fell off his back from the spikes, and Yan Ci gasped in the cool breeze, and his teeth were about to crush in pain.

The thorns ahead were denser, and he drilled through the forest like a needle, scratching and scratching every step he took.

The pain of flesh and skin hurt into the bone marrow, forcing him to give up countless times, and the thorn forest tore through the camouflage in the depths of his soul, exposing the deeply buried fear to the blue sky and white sun.

The will to survive has been blurred, but it is still numb, and it can't be put down.

The wound will eventually heal, and the pain will always fade, but how can the tide of thoughts make him bear the burden?

The clothes are ragged, the body is incomplete, but fortunately, the edge of the thorn forest is already in sight, and Xiao Mengjiu's sweet smile is already in sight.

Stepping out of the forest, the mountain breeze vibrates the clothes, the grass at the feet swaying, the fragrance hits people, and the rainbow will eventually be seen after the wind and rain.

Looking back, the driftwood is still there, and the thorn forest seems to have never appeared, but the blood stains on the skin confirm that all this is not an illusion. Yan Ci was stunned and looked at more than 100 driftwood scattered in the void, feeling like a world away.

The goddess of Wushan does not chase fame and fortune, but she has long been famous through the ages, even if the Xingyun Palace where she lives is also famous all over the world.

Once, I don't know how many cultivators came here, or wanted to ask for scriptures, or wanted to find fairy friends. However, all the guests in the world are not destined people, and after some tossing, they all returned.

The person who came was vague, only deducing that the sacred mountain was difficult to find, and the trace of the goddess was faint, and no one was fortunate enough to see it. Over time, the miracle of Wushan has become a legend, but it is just used as a conversation for the world after dinner.

At the top of the Goddess Peak, there is a lazy atmosphere in the afternoon, and a white tiger, a peacock, and a green wolf gather to watch the floating curtain in front of them.

Seeing Yan Ci's steps calmly and calmly leading the elf to the peak, the green wolf shrugged his body and said: "Seeing death as home, this young man is not easy!"

The peacock shook his crown and said, "I'm afraid it's not easy to ask for something." ”

The white tiger yawned, shook his head and walked outside the palace and said, "Ordinary people and vulgar things, they have blown away the matter." The green wolf peacock looked at each other and smiled, and also went to the outside of the palace.