Meng Juntong felt Yang Chengwu's emotional changes, and she was surprised to find that Yang Chengwu's dream was still deepening, if it continued to go deeper like this, Yang Chengwu was very likely to enter the double dream realm.

The so-called double dream is a dream within a dream, which is an advanced change in the dream state after the dream state deepens to a critical point.

The advanced dream weaver can guide the dream medium step by step into multiple dreams, and the deeper the dream, the more difficult it is to wake up easily. Even if they wake up, the dream medium will still be in the dream, and because they have had an awakening experience, they will be convinced that they have returned to reality, so that the dreamweaver can carry out a deeper level of dream shaping in the first dream.

Although Meng Juntong and Liu Baicong are both the best leaders of the young generation of Shaohua Dream City, they are still young after all, and their ability to make dreams and weave dreams is far from the level of guiding dream media into multiple dreams.

At present, Yang Chengwu has signs of entering the double dream, it is entirely because Liu Baicong chose the node of the dream weaving well, and Yang Chengwu in the dream was beaten so badly, if he does not die, he may faint, and if he faints in the dream, it will also provide the dream weaver with the opportunity to create a double dream. This can be regarded as a coincidence, which created such an opportunity for Liu Baicong.

In the dream, Yang Chengwu barely supported his body and crawled towards the other side of the street, and it didn't take long to see two figures hurrying over.

It is a man and a woman, looking like they are in their fifties, the man has a broken left arm, and he knows that this is Yang Chengwu's father, Yang Ji, without asking much, and the woman is naturally Yang Chengwu's mother.

As soon as she saw her son being beaten like this, the woman was distressed, and immediately burst into tears, rushed to her son's side, and hugged him tightly: "You stupid boy, why are you so stubborn! If you don't come, you don't listen, if you are beaten to death, what will you do after you call your father and mother." ”

The woman was crying sadly, and many small traders around couldn't help but sigh on the side, and some of the little daughters with shallow eye sockets had begun to wipe away their tears.

Yang Ji is standing aside, full of sadness, he is an iron-blooded tough guy who has crossed the battlefield, naturally he will not make this cowardly gesture of sighing, he looked up at the Yanjin Mansion not far away, it was once the pinnacle of his glory, and it was the great fortune that he had sought for his son with half a lifetime of military exploits, but now things have developed like this, who is to blame for this matter, he can't say clearly.

Yan Mugong is right to give marriage kindly, and it seems that Yan Jingong cares about his daughter's happiness, and the person who is not wrong is himself.

He is just a martial artist in the army, no matter how brilliant his military exploits are, how can he compare to the Yanjin Mansion, as early as when Mu Gong promised a marriage contract, he should have refused, but he was still too proud back then, and now everything has fallen on his son's shoulders, Yang Ji's heart seems to have thousands of knives constantly twisting.

After a while, the figure of a young girl squeezed in from outside the crowd, she looked as old as Yang Chengwu, and seemed to be a little smaller, her delicate body carried a big medical box, and there was a green bamboo flute pinned to her waist, her movements were very agile, and she had already passed through the crowd to Yang Chengwu's side in the blink of an eye.

The girl had red eyes, put down the medicine box on her back, leaned over to the woman, and whispered, "Auntie, let me heal Brother Xiaowu first." ”

"Furong," Yang Chengwu's mother glanced at the girl and called her name.

The girl named Furong nodded: "Auntie, don't worry." With me here, Brother Xiaowu will be fine. ”

As he spoke, he had already pulled Yang Chengwu's wrist and began to take his pulse.

When Furong took Yang Chengwu's hand, Meng Juntong saw Yang Chengwu's fingertips tremble slightly.

The corners of Meng Juntong's eyes moved slightly, and she seemed to have some memories of the girl named Furong in front of her.

When she first read Yang Chengwu's soul, the word Furong seemed to be very clear, although it was fainter than the repeated battlefield memory, but she felt that Yang Chengwu's memory of this person was a little different, but at that time she chose the best option, that is, the memory of the war, ignoring this.

This girl seems to have become Yang Chengwu's wife later, but later it seems that she died early for some reason, Yang Chengwu was already in the Iron Clothes Army at that time, and was far away in the Yan Kingdom Fighting outside the territory, and he was not able to come back to see his wife after she died, Yang Chengwu always had deep regret and guilt in his heart.

"It turns out that this is the entry point," Meng Juntong nodded, Liu Baicong's thinking was indeed not wrong, this hibiscus was a very important person to Yang Chengwu.

For her, Yang Chengwu is reluctant, guilty, and regretful. It can even be said that she is a person who wants to meet in his dreams, but he does not dare to meet in his dreams. In such a dream, Yang Chengwu is more willing to stay in his subconscious.

"Brother Xiaowu, I'll give you an injection, you sleep well, I will cure you, don't worry. Furong gently put down Yang Chengwu's wrist, Yang Chengwu's consciousness was still awake at this time, but his body was too seriously injured and he didn't have the strength to react.

Furong's hands are very beautiful, the white and slender ten fingers seem to be carved from beautiful jade, she didn't care if the blood on Yang Chengwu's face would stain her hands, gently wiped it for him, and then took out a needle bag from the medicine box, the needle bag was full of dozens of silver needles, different lengths and thicknesses, it could be seen that this Furong girl was a very powerful doctor.

She picked a milli needle, twisted it lightly with her bare hands, and pricked a needle at the Baihui acupoint on the top of Yang Chengwu's head.

Yang Chengwu's originally tense body relaxed almost suddenly, and the whole person fell asleep: "Uncle, aunt, let's take Brother Xiaowu back first, he is seriously injured, I need to help him heal carefully." ”

Yang Ji stepped forward and gently carried Yang Chengwu on his shoulders, and the three of them walked in the direction of their home.

Meng Juntong sighed for a while, he was actually made a double dream by the other party's dream weaver in his dream, and now it was even more difficult for him to break his dream. However, compared to breaking dreams, Meng Juntong was more interested in the story of Furong and Yang Chengwu, and knew that he should apply to read the soul again.

Yang Chengwu was taken away to heal, and his dream medium consciousness had already entered another dream realm under this heavy dream realm.

Meng Juntong looked up at the clouds: "Liu Baicong, you really didn't disappoint me, I'll see what this double dream looks like." As she spoke, Meng Juntong disappeared into the street as soon as she turned around, and her spiritual power turned into spiritual silk and flew into Yang Chengwu's eyebrows in a circle.

Above the clouds, Liu Baicong slowly appeared, glanced down, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth: "Naturally, I won't disappoint you, but the one who wins in the end must be me." ”