The dream realm woven by Meng Juntong has collapsed, and although the dream medium is still there, everything around him has turned into nothingness.

It is said that mortals can have more than ten dreams in one night, but few people can remember all the dreams one by one, the dream just now, in fact, is just a paragraph in a one-night dream, with Liu Baicong completing the broken dream, this page can be regarded as being turned over.

Meng Juntong's consciousness slowly retreated, the third round of fighting dreams was about to begin, and Liu Baicong was about to start weaving dreams with this dream medium, and the dream medium space would also make room for him.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Liu Baicong staring at him on one side. Meng Juntong lowered his head and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth on the placket of his purple robe.

Meng Juntong's state is still very poor, but she still insists on continuing to fight dreams.

Liu Baicong hesitated, got up and came to Meng Juntong's side.

Meng Juntong handed the Ming Soul Ancient Lantern in his hand to Liu Baicong's side, the blue dream medium jumped in the Ming Soul Ancient Lamp, and Dream Weaving had to hold this Ming Soul Ancient Lantern in his hand: "Nuo, let me see your Dream Weaving Technique." ”

Liu Baicong looked a little cramped, hesitated for a moment, but he still reached out and took the soul lamp.

Maybe he felt a debt to Meng Juntong, but Liu Baicong also firmly believed that his choice was no problem. In any case, Meng Juntong cannot be allowed to enter the world to go through the calamity.

"Meng Juntong, don't blame me, I'm really ......" Liu Baicong wanted to explain, but was interrupted by Meng Juntong.

"Liu Baicong, do you think that I, Meng Juntong, am the kind of person who can't afford to lose?" Meng Juntong asked rhetorically, although her words were blunt, her expression was quite natural, as if she was asking a very ordinary question.

Liu Baicong was stunned, and then smiled: "Of course you are not." ”

Meng Juntong shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "I admit it, I really underestimated you." But it's not easy to really win against me. ”

Liu Baicong nodded seriously, not that he complimented Meng Juntong, but that Meng Juntong did have such strength: "I won't keep my hand, just like you said, if you can't defeat you, then naturally you are not qualified to take Shao Huajun to the human world to experience tribulations." ”

Meng Juntong pursed his lips, and a pair of very symmetrical and good-looking little pear nests appeared on both cheeks: "Who wants you to let me, just don't cry your nose if you lose." ”

After all, the two are still fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys and girls, and they have grown up together, but it is normal for them to sarcastically mock each other, Liu Baicong howling and crying by Jingling Lake, which has become the main topic of Meng Juntong's ridicule of this kid.

Liu Baicong's face turned red, and he turned around and left with the Ming Soul Ancient Lamp, but after only a few steps, he was stopped by Meng Juntong.

"Hey, Liu Baicong, wait a minute, I want to ask you something. ”

Liu Baicong stopped, turned around, and waited for Meng Juntong to ask this question.

Meng Juntong was a little difficult to speak, but after squirming for a few seconds, he still made up his mind: "What is the song that you broke your dream just now? I am sure that it is not the song of our Shaohua City." ”

Liu Baicong looked at Meng Juntong and was a little surprised: "You haven't thought of it yet, I thought you already knew about it a long time ago." ”

Hearing Liu Baicong say this, Meng Juntong felt even more puzzled, could it be that it was really a song he had listened to, and he accidentally forgot it? Even Meng Juntong himself began to doubt his memory.

Liu Baicong thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry, you will get the answer in my dream in a while." It may just be that you inadvertently ignore its existence. ”

There is a sense of familiarity, but that feeling is too shallow, Meng Juntong simply didn't think about it anymore, and waved his hand towards Liu Baicong: "Go quickly, weave well, don't let me break it as soon as I fall asleep." ”

Liu Baicong held the Ming Soul Ancient Lantern in both hands, smiled, returned to his position, sat down cross-legged, looked at the High Priest of Luoshu and said, "Master, I'm ready, I can start." ”

The young and crane-haired Vena High Priest hummed, and gently pointed the glass scepter in his hand towards the Ming Soul Ancient Lantern in Liu Baicong's hand, and immediately the light blue soul medium began to beat again.

Liu Baicong took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes, and at the same time, like Meng Juntong just now, a mark also lit up between Liu Baicong's eyebrows, and the fine and dense spiritual silk was entangled in the Ming Soul Ancient Lantern little by little.

A stick of incense was lit in the golden tripod, and the smoke rose in a curling air, and the third dream competition officially began.

There was still half a pillar of incense before the dream was broken, and Meng Juntong didn't wait there. She closed her eyes and recovered the large amount of spiritual power she had consumed just now, while carefully recalling every detail of the previous soul reading process.

However, it is a pity that because Yang Chengwu's memory of the battlefield in his dream is too profound, in the process of reading the soul, he attracted most of Meng Juntong's attention, but he did not pay much attention to the others. Meng Juntong even began to suspect that Liu Baicong's previous song was also known in Yang Chengwu's dream.

Compared with Liu Baicong, his dream weaving skills may be higher, but for the interpretation and understanding of dream media memories, he still lacks Liu Baicong's delicacy after all.

Time was slowly passing, and the time of this half-pillar of incense passed quickly.

The bell rang crisply, and Meng Juntong knew that it was his turn to fall asleep and break his dream.

She opened her eyes, and it happened that the Luo Shu priest had also set his eyes on her: "Meng Juntong, you can start to break your dreams." ”

Meng Juntong nodded, glanced at Liu Baicong again, and immediately began to seal in front of his hands, making a dream.

The dream mark on the forehead reappeared, and the spiritual power turned into a silk of light and swam out, and it was soon injected into the ancient lamp of the Ming Soul.

The surrounding environment flickered, and Meng Juntong's consciousness appeared in a bustling street market.

She was a little stunned, generally speaking, dreams would choose the most profound memories of the dream medium to weave and extend.

In the previous soul reading, more than half of Yang Chengwu's memories were fought on the battlefield. Originally, Meng Juntong thought that Liu Baicong chose the environment to weave dreams, even if it was not a big war related to the turning point of life in the Longxi Plain, it should be something of special significance to him, but he never thought that Liu Baicong would weave such a dream, could it be Yang Chengwu's memory before he joined the army when he was young.

With doubts in his heart, Meng Juntong began to walk towards the end of the street. This dream was something she hadn't expected before, and there was no special idea of breaking the dream right now, so let's go find Yang Chengwu at this time first and see what he was doing.

As soon as I thought of this, there was a noisy sound at the end of the market. It seems that there is a group of people chasing a teenager.

Under the old fist and stick of a group of people, the young man could only hold his head and run away, looking extremely embarrassed.

"That stinky boy from the Yang family went to the Yanjin Mansion to beg for a beating again?"

Two small vegetable vendors on the street were talking.

Meng Juntong's eyes lit up, he didn't know Yang Chengwu's memory, but now he could find the answer in his dream, and he ran to the side of the stall selling vegetables at the moment, and saw that there were tender cucumbers selling in the stall, Meng Juntong casually took one and put it in his mouth, and threw two copper coins to the vendor: "This big brother, what is the trouble, so many people beat one, and it is quite ruthless." Meng Juntong said.

Of course, the vegetable vendor was happy to earn copper money, and his mouth was almost grinning behind his ears: "This girl is the first time to come to Jincheng, no wonder she doesn't know that this Yang family is infatuated with Xiao Langjun." ”

Meng Juntong has loved listening to stories and watching big dramas since he was a child. Listening to the words of this vegetable vendor, there are still a lot of love stories here, Meng Juntong became interested at the moment, I don't know where to move out of a small bench, took out copper coins, bought a few more cucumbers, sat upright, and prepared to listen.