The dream that Meng Juntong and Liu Baicong jointly weaved is not so flawless, and there are many places in it that are completely different from the real situation, but at present, Yang Chengwu's mental state has already reached the point where the oil is exhausted, so he no longer has the ability to distinguish reality or illusion in the dream.

Let's take the last marriage with Furong as an example, in fact, when Yang's father and Yang's mother were still alive, Yang Chengwu had already married Furong, and it was also after getting married that Yang Chengwu went to the Iron Clothes Army to enlist in the army. And part of the memory of weaving dreams about marriage this time is from the scene of marriage.

And Furong also 'died of illness' a few years after the death of Yang Chengwu's parents. Although Meng Juntong knew that Furong, as a former Shaohua traveler to the world, just gave up her body and accompanied Yang Chengwu in another way, but from the eyes of the world, she did pass away. This is also a hurdle in Yang Chengwu's heart all along, saying that Furong is the person he wants to dream but does not dare to dream, and there is no problem at all.

Less than a month after marrying Furong, they went out to conquer the territory and followed the Iron Jacket Army to start the expedition to the east and west. During this period, he went home only a few times Liao Liao, his father and parents died, including the death of Furong, and Yang Chengwu was not able to rush back to Yanjin City, so deep in his heart, there was a deep sense of guilt.

It's okay on the father's side, after all, for these former veterans of the Iron Army, the son can be loyal to the country, which is already the greatest filial piety for him.

But Fleur, after marrying herself, began to stay alive and widowed until she died, which is clearly her own disaster for this good girl's life.

So Yang Chengwu silently buried Furong in the deepest and softest place in his heart. Only when he thinks he is going to die is he willing to dig it out and remember. But every time he thinks of Furong, no matter how seriously injured he is, no matter how tragic the defeat is, he can turn evil into good fortune again and again, and come back from the dead.

Until the Battle of the Longxi Plain, he was captured with a broken arm, which was a mortal game, but he still survived. But this time, he really didn't want to stay any longer, he was too tired, and there was no longer anything he was attached to in the world.

The family has passed away, the lover is not there, and even the monarch of the country has sent their group of loyal soldiers who have worked hard for the country to death, Yang Chengwu's heart is like ashes, and he is unwilling to look at this world one more step.

He once thought about ending himself, but he was too proud, all his life, across the battlefield, countless people died under his hands, and he was always the only one who killed others, but now he wants to use this hand to cut himself off, Yang Chengwu is unwilling.

So he chose the most torturous and painful way.

He chose to forget all the good things in his memory, and used the endless painful experience and despair to consume his mental strength little by little.

Since then, he has never remembered Fleur, the five years of full labor, and in his memory there are only killings, betrayals, and falls.

He did achieve the result he wanted, if it weren't for Furong's merit power dragging him to death, I'm afraid that someone else would have grinded himself to death a long time ago, and no matter how bad it was, he would have gone crazy.

The moment Furong took away the power of merit, Yang Chengwu was liberated.

At the end of her life, the woman she had loved and owed all her life fell asleep again.

Once again, he had to hear the familiar and friendly sound of the flute, and Yang Chengwu's face put a warm smile on his face.

At the same time, in that real world, in the dim corner of the Zhao State prisoner of war labor camp, an old man with a rickety figure and a disabled arm left this world with a smile.

He used to be freshly dressed and angry, and he was also high-spirited. No one remembers the galloping figure on the battlefield for a long time, and even if it died, it was so quiet. I'm afraid it will take three or five days before my body stinks before I will be discovered.

He was destined not to go back to his hometown, and perhaps he didn't want to go back to that home in the first place.

gave up the skin of this body, and since then he has truly lifted the shackles of fate.

On the Dream Weaving Platform, just as the incense was about to be completely burned, the people of the three clans were all staring wide-eyed, waiting for Liu Baicong's victorious return, when they heard two loud sounds, the soul lamp held by Liu Baicong in his hand suddenly went out, and the blue flame completely disappeared on the lampstand.

Everyone was stunned, as the people of Shaohua Dream City, most of them were dreamers, but it was very rare to see that in the fighting dream, there would be a situation where the soul lamp would go out.

It's a broken dream, and it's just a change in the state of the dream medium in the soul lamp.

The next moment, Meng Juntong and Liu Baicong opened their eyes almost at the same time.

The high priest of Vena looked at the two young men, his face was calm, like the surface of the Mirror Spirit Lake, so that people could not see through what he was thinking.

"You two have already made a decision?" asked the high priest of Vena lightly, and others could not hear the high priest of Vena speak, even if they did, they would not understand what the meaning of the words of the high priest of Vena was.

Liu Baicong lowered his head and didn't dare to look at the high priest of Luoshu.

Although the high priest of Vena never asked him to do anything, he just felt that he was going against the high priest's wishes. He knew that the high priest would prefer that he would be able to enter the world to deal with the catastrophe.

Meng Juntong raised his head and looked at the pair of bright and deep eyes that were as far away as stars: "Lord Priest Luoshu, I will definitely be able to complete the tribulation of entering the WTO, don't worry!" Meng Juntong said firmly, looking like a little adult.

The Vena High Priest saw the flame lotus-like mark on Meng Juntong's eyebrows, most of what happened in the dream just now, he knew most of it, but then the Furong True Soul fell into a dream and completely froze the law of time in the dream, even if the Vena High Priest did not use strong means, there was no way to get a glimpse of it.

However, when he saw the mark on Meng Juntong's forehead, the high priest of Vena basically understood what was going on.

The lotus flower that bloomed in the flames had four petals, which meant that Meng Juntong had been blessed with the merits of the four directions on his body at this moment. This can be regarded as a great blessing for a dreamer. With the merits of the Quartet, as long as it is not the kind of devastating catastrophe that comes, it can ensure that Meng Juntong enters the world unharmed.

"Looks like Fleur is also optimistic about you. The high priest of Vena said with a sigh.

Thinking of Furong who followed Yang Chengwu to reincarnate, Meng Juntong still felt a trace of sadness in her heart, and in Furong's body, she felt the warmth of a long-lost mother.

It's just that after meeting for the first time, he gave himself the merits of the Quartet, which can already be regarded as selfless.

"Priest Venora, you and the Holy Maiden of Yunzhu have both said that my mother must still be in the world. I'm going to find her myself. ”