What are other people's dreams like?

At first, it was probably a crude painting style.

The houses are like geometric shapes spliced together, and the pedestrians on the street are like paper figures floating around, revealing the appearance of insufficient funds everywhere.

All the way.

Li Changan only felt that he was playing a 3D game unearthed in the 90s.

Gradually.

The picture seen by the eyes is becoming more and more exquisite, and the touch under his feet is becoming more and more real, without Feng Chong's rumors, Li Changan knows that the owner of this dream is ahead.

The Taoist priest looked up, and the scene around him was very familiar.

Sandwiched between two long straight streets with a wide waterway, the streets on both sides are lined with shops and pedestrians, isn't this the center of Xiaoshui City - the long street in front of the Temple of Wine.

But the temple at the end of the long street was gone, replaced by a high platform. The countertop is wrapped in a pure white wool blanket, with a silk base underneath, and the pillars are covered with various colors of silk cloth, but there are flowers and vines clinging to it, attracting butterflies and kingfishers to coil.

It's vulgar and elegant, nondescript.

Eighty percent is where the owner of the dream is.

But if Li Changan wants to continue to move forward, it will not be so easy.

Because of this, the road ahead was jammed with dense men, and at a glance, there were all handsome young men, looking at the outfits, they were either the sons of Zhumen or the talented people.

These people looked fanatical and shouted in unison:

"Goddess, goddess, goddess!"

Not much.

In the midst of the cheers of the crowd, a delicate woman in a feather coat suddenly appeared on the high platform. It's too far away to see the appearance clearly, but from the way she appears, her clothes, and her actions, the woman has released a signal - the old lady is a beauty!

auspicious clouds rose in the sky, and the sound of silk and bamboo descended from the clouds.

And the woman danced to the song, and danced ...... Well, I can only say that I can't do something, and I still can't dream about it. But under the stage, the handsome men who blocked half the street obviously didn't think so, and they were all fascinated.

The women's dance also jumped to the rise, and the footsteps were a little bit, and they actually fluttered and flew. It is like the flying sky in the mural, and the clothes and belts are fluttering, flying in the air.

Okay.

Li Changan was worried that she couldn't squeeze in, so she sent it to the door by herself.

If you want to say that the beauty of dreams is that you can change everything by imagination, but after all, it is someone else's dream, and Li Changan, as a guest, is still subject to some restrictions (harmony), such as he wanted to make a pistol, but he ended up with an extra bow and arrow in his arms.

Bows and arrows are bows and arrows, anyway, archery in dreams comes with navigation.

So he put his bow and arrow, and when she flew closer, he shot an arrow.

The arrow hit the target, of course, and the woman let out a cry of exclamation, and fell lightly on a painting boat.

This made the male fans in the dream go crazy, jumping into the water one by one, and swarming towards the painting boat, stunned to make the water densely packed with human heads.

Li Changan simply stepped on these heads and flew onto the painting boat, and as soon as he went up, he took a look at the woman.

"Daoist?"

The woman was stunned.

"It doesn't seem like a bad thing. ”

Suddenly, a few men who rushed up first next to him turned into Taoist monks, and the only thing that remained unchanged was probably that handsome face.

The woman nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at Li Changan softly.

"Is the Taoist chief also here to give me flowers?"

Flower?

Li Changan looked down, and the long sword in his hand was replaced by a thick branch with a bowl mouth, which was full of seasonal flowers such as peonies, moon seasons, camellias, and autumn chrysanthemums.

"Open your mouth. ”

"Huh?"

The Taoist priest was quick and poked the branch into her throat.

......

Golden Mansion Lobby.

Bo Ziyu and Zhang Yi guarded the two Taoist priests who fell asleep, their faces were as heavy as water, and the knife handle was clenched tightly, so that even the officials did not dare to speak, and the air in the hall was so overwhelming that people could not breathe.

Suddenly.

"Ah!!h

Someone suddenly rolled over from the pile of dead people on the ground.

But she was a fat servant with rough hands and feet, clutching her throat and crying and making trouble, and staggered the officials who came around.

I finally got held down and calmed down.

A look up.

I saw the short-haired Taoist in the gossip array again.

His pale face suddenly turned purple.

"Wow" retching.

"What did the two Dao Masters do to people?"

Bo Ziyu muttered in his heart, but his tense face revealed a little relaxation.

The method of dreaming and saving people worked.

............

The second dream.

Looking at the familiar Jinfu compound in front of him, Li Changan felt a little relaxed.

Such an honest scene must also be an honest dream, right?

Then he saw the man lying in the stable.

Not too old or young, as thin as a firewood, lying carelessly on a pile of hay, chewing on a refined feed mixed with eggs, beans, and grains.

There was also a horse beside him, a horse with a human hand, who knelt beside him and washed his "fur" with a small brush, and if he did not like it, he threw his tail, which I don't know how, long and thin like a whip, and whipped it in the face.

The horse did not get angry, but spoke with words, "grandfather" and "ancestor" called, and the more carefully he served.

"What the hell is this?!"

Li Changan was still inexplicable here, there were gongs and drums in the courtyard over there, and a group of faceless servants came to the stable with two nobles at the beginning.

The two of them had heard Bo Ziyu's introduction before falling asleep.

The one with a kind face is the lord of the Jin Mansion, and the tall one is the lady of the Jin Mansion.

The lady said hello, and the horse led the man out, and lay down to ask the lady to get on the horse, no, it was the master.

Okay.

Madame is so strong that she can beat Zhang Fei, and one thigh is thicker than the man's waist pole, so she has to sit down when she rides it.

Really.

The man kicked Madame in the face, leaving behind a black-footed girl with five distinct fingers, and she was so angry that she picked up her whip and whipped the horse that was waiting beside her.

Li Changan can see it.

This guy is the groom of the Jin family, right?

Angry in a dream.

The Taoist priest was thinking about how to destroy this "revenge", and on the side of the stable, the old man of the Jin family brought in a horse with smooth coat.

The groom raised his head and sighed twice, and returned to the stable with small steps.

Then.

got up and lay down on the sycophants (harmony) strands.

“......”

Li Changan.

"!"

He jumped into the courtyard with a black face, and transformed himself into a craftsman in a leather skirt, carrying a bundle of thick hemp rope on his shoulders and a knife with a hook in his hand.

Strode up and grabbed the groom's scalp.

"Look at who I am?!"

The groom was losing his feelings, and he was disturbed by Leng Buding, and when he turned around angrily, he almost lost his soul.

Gelding! (castration of domestic animals)

He didn't care about Hermes anymore, and hurriedly shouted:

"Wait, I'm a ......"

Li Changan's hand rose and fell.

......

Yes!

The groom jumped up from the ground.

Don't say a word.

Tear off your pants and look down.

Call~

The brothers are still there.

He had just breathed a sigh of relief, only to notice that something was wrong around him.

Blankly looking.

He was greeted by the surprised onlookers of the catchers and the shyly gaze of the servants.

He was silent for a few seconds.

Lifted his pants, lay back on the ground, pulled up his clothes again, and buried his head in silently.

............

Li Changan really underestimated the whimsy of the ancients, and dreamed, one race and one was not serious.

There are bear children who turn into small birds and strain people's heads, there are young girls who turn their lovers into trees and vines themselves, and they are always with them year after year, and there are lazy ghosts who are willing to turn into clay statues in the temple and sit and do nothing, so that they can exchange food, clothing, wine, meat, and shelter......

On the other hand, Li Changan's response was not so imaginative, he only roasted the birds, burned the trees, demolished the temple, and kicked them out of the dream one by one.

A toss.

There are thirty-seven members of the Jin family, and there are only two people left in their dreams.

......

In a dream.

It's still the Golden Mansion.

A common wing.

Push the door in.

But there is no other cave.

Inside the door is a large hall that is extremely large, and the hall is brightly lit, and all parts of it are decorated with glass, agate, gold leaf, and silver powder. Instead of masonry and stone, there is a shallow pool deep at the bottom of the calf, and it is not filled with water, but all kinds of fine wine. There are many silver plates floating on the surface of the wine, and the plates are full of all kinds of delicacies.

Countless women shuttled through it, all of them were delicate, lightly dressed, or frolicking, or singing and dancing, or playing music, extremely charming.

There is a big bed in the center of the wine pool, and the owner of this beautiful dream, the master of the Jin family, lies in the center of a group of warblers and swallows, enjoying all the blessings.

All right.

Li Changan looked at it for a while.

This is quite normal.

Straight forward with his sword, so that this old man Jin can face reality as soon as possible.

But just next to the bed.

The old man Jin suddenly turned his face, drunken eyes: "Beauty, come, toast to me." ”

Beauty?

Li Changan looked down, and on the wine surface under his feet, a pretty Dao girl holding the dust was reflected.

What the hell am I ......

Li Changan took a deep breath, slapped the floating dust on Master Jin's face, picked up the knife next to him to cut meat, and stabbed him in the chest.

But as soon as the blade touched the flesh, it "poofed", and turned into a handful of feathers like a trick, scratching the golden old man and giggling.

"Itchy, itchy! haha. ”

He rolled over and shook his cheek.

"Here, change this way. ”

The Taoist priest was speechless for a long time, so he had to change his method.

When he found a beauty to make love with him, in front of him, he suddenly cut the throat of the beauty, opened the bloody wound, and reached the eyes of Master Jin.

But the blood gushed out, but it turned into fine wine and fell into the bowl, and Master Jin drank it bitterly.

"Good, good, good, come again!"

What kind of person is this!

Li Changan was a little confused.

The teacher said that the difficult questions should be left for later.

Simply exit the pool, push open the door, and step into another person's dream.

A reckless battlefield of yellow sand.

......

The remnant sun is like blood, and the wind is wrapped in wild sand.

On the barren field, the two armies faced each other, the light of the armor reflected the sun, and the arrow array was like a cloud.

A general wearing gold armor, riding a bloody horse and carrying Fang Tian's halberd, galloped back and forth in the enemy formation.

Cutting the flag is like picking up something.

For each enemy general killed, the sergeants shouted in unison.

"Tiger!"

For a time, the sound of "tigers" was endless, and the enemy army finally collapsed.

In the midst of the three armies chanting "Ten Thousand Victories", the bloodied Jinjia general untied his shackles......

Belch.

It's Mrs. Kim.

Li Changan inexplicably felt a little bumpy ahead.

He thought about it, turned into a defeated general who lost his armor, ordered a team of soldiers, cut his hands behind his back, pretended to be trapped with a rope, and pressed it in front of Mrs. Jin.

Mrs. Kim immediately slashed.

"Who's coming?"

"The general of the defeated army will see the general's heavenly posture and dare not be the enemy, so he will bind himself to vote!"

This sycophant made Mrs. Jin very comfortable, laughed and got off the horse to untie the rope for Li Changan.

The Taoist priest took the opportunity to break free of the rope, snatched the saber of others, and when she was stunned, cut off her head with a knife, trying to take her by surprise and scare her awake.

But the head that rose to the sky hadn't fallen to the ground yet, but it was actually fished back by Mrs. Jin's ape arm!

Ignoring the bloody neck of "poof", he shouted:

"Death to the thief!"

Thousands of troops rushed up.

......

Li Changan decided to take a different approach.

The army returned to camp.

The big tent of the Chinese army shook the sky, and the three armies congratulated together.

Li Changan turned into a eunuch, broke into the big tent, and pinched his throat:

"There is a decree in the saint, the general's merit is in Sheji, the name is shocking Shenzhou, he is named the champion marquis, eats 800 households, and is the generalissimo of the world's soldiers and horses. ”

With tears in her eyes, Mrs. Jin came up to thank her.

Li Changan hurriedly offered a pot of wine.

"This is half a pot of wine specially sent by the saint, and the remaining half pot is in the hands of the saint, and I am instructed to let the general and the saint drink this wine together to celebrate this great victory. ”

"The last general dares to disobey his orders. ”

Mrs. Kim picked up the flask and drank it all in one gulp.

After she finished "tons and tons", Li Changan smiled and asked, "Is it delicious?"

She smacked her mouth: "Good wine! Isn't it Yaochi Immortal Brew?"

"Crane top red plus machine poison, isn't it immortal brew?"

Mrs. Jin was stunned when she heard this, and an unspeakable pain suddenly rose in her abdomen, and the eunuch in front of her had already jumped a step back, and scolded with a halberd:

"Traitor, you have fallen for the trick! Raise your self-respect, be proud of your merits, the Son of Heaven Shengming, order me to kill you!"

Ideals are shattered, it's time to wake up, right?

Considers.

Mrs. Kim screamed "wow", took out her knife, cut open her own chest, pulled out her stomach, squeezed out the poisoned wine, and stuffed it back in.

Ignoring the bloody wound of "poof", he shouted:

"Death to the thief!"

Thousands of troops rushed up.

......

Who are these people!

Li Changan squatted outside Mrs. Jin's Zhongjun tent and scratched his head.

This couple, one of them doesn't want to wake up, the other can't be scared, it's really not a family that doesn't enter the door.

After all, it is in other people's dreams, and Li Changan can do a limited amount of what he can do, just push the boat along the water.

If it's hard?

It's not impossible.

The method that Li Changan thought of at the beginning was to come hard, that is, to attract thunder, use the power of divine thunder to extinguish the dream, and shake out the three souls and six spirits of a cadre with nightmares, and then slowly clean it up.

It's just that the power of the divine thunder is unpredictable, and if one is not careful, it will not be counterproductive if the soul of a person is destroyed.

Combined, Feng Chong's method is safer for the victims.

It's just that I didn't expect this couple to be so dead in their dreams.

Husband and wife?

The Taoist priest rubbed his chin and called abruptly:

"Feng Daoyou?"

Feng Chong's response immediately sounded in his ears.

"What?"

"Can you connect the dreams of these two people?"

An affirmative answer came from the void.

"Yes. ”

......

Li Changan changed his dress again.

Pretending to be a servant, he broke into the big tent in a panic.

"Ma'am, it's not good!"

"Phew!"

Mrs. Kim's eyebrows were upside down.

"Shouting and shouting that I am drunk, come and drag me out of the gate and behead me. ”

"The old man is lonely and lonely, and he wants to take a concubine!"

Concubinage?!

Mrs. Kim tossed her glass and didn't care to celebrate the victory.

"The old thing that suffered from the plague has turned the sky upside down!"

Li Changan hurriedly kicked aside the soldiers who came up to arrest him, led Mrs. Jin, lifted the curtain, stepped out of the big tent, and entered Master Jin's wine pool and meat forest.

Dreams are conjunct.

The couple spotted each other the first time.

Master Jin shivered on the spot, wailed, and was about to drill under the bed.

However, the bottom of the bed was too small, and the body was too fat to squeeze in, so in a hurry, he suddenly scurried and turned into a big mouse.

"You don't cultivate, you dare to run?!"

Mrs. Jin scolded and swooped down on it, turning into a tiger-sized cat when she landed, and slapped the bed to pieces.

After that, they heard screaming, begging for mercy, and scolding, and the two chased after each other, knocking over the silver cup, breaking the porcelain cup, and stirring a pool of fine wine into a puddle of muddy water.

But in the end, mice are no match for cats.

Soon Master Jin was forced into a corner, and he was about to fall into the claws of his wife.

Master Jin suddenly kicked his legs, "poof", and disappeared without a trace, and his beauties also disappeared with him.

Mrs. Jin, who was angry, looked around, but couldn't find anyone who could be angry, so she turned around and grabbed Li Changan, who was ventilating her.

"Where is that old thing hiding?!"

Li Changan said with a smile: "I woke up from the dream, so I naturally went home." ”

Wake up from a dream?

Mrs. Jin let go of Li Changan and muttered again.

Suddenly.

Picked up a knife and wiped his neck cleanly.

......

Watch as Madame Kim's body gradually dissipates in the wine pool.

Li Changan finally sighed.

It's finally over.

I've seen a lot of spicy things today, and I've had to read them a few more times to get brainwashed.

The dream in front of me gradually collapsed, and the dark void surrounded it.

Li Chang waited quietly to wake up.

A moment later.

He opened his eyes again.

The cold long street was empty, and when I looked up, a blood moon hung in the sky,

This is not reality! Why is it still in a dream?

"Feng Daoyou?"

"Feng Chong!"

There was no response in the void.

............

"Why aren't the two Dao Masters awake?!"

Everyone in Jinfu woke up one by one, but the two Taoist priests who had dreamed and saved people did not wake up. Bo Ziyu was so anxious that he had no master, his mouth was bubbling, and his servants saw that he was anxious, so they all sneaked out to save him from being scolded.

Only the ranger Zhang Yi was still guarding the altar, but he just closed his eyes and ignored him.

This made Bo Ziyu even more anxious.

"Thin head!"

A servant suddenly ran in in a panic.

"Outside ......"

Bo Ziyu said impatiently: "Let the brothers outside be honest, where can I take care of them?"

But the official cried: "There are monsters outside!"

Monster?

Bo Ziyu was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously looked at the two Taoists.

"I keep the altar. ”

Zhang Yi finally opened his mouth.

"You go out and have a look. ”

Bo Ziyu's face changed for a while.

"Over to you. ”

Hurried out.

............

The deep night was covered with thick fog.

The small courtyard seems to be cut off.

The strange sound of the wind penetrated into the courtyard from outside the wall, causing people to panic.

High on the wall.

There should have been only a burrly moon hidden by a thick fog, but now, two green fires the size of a human head floated.

Bo Ziyu was heartbroken and threw a torch over.

The light of the fire flickered, but the faces of the people inside the wall turned pale in an instant.

A glimpse.

Everyone glimpsed that behind the thick fog, a huge hideous face crawled on the wall, the faint green firelight was full of malicious eyes, and a huge mouth swallowed (harmony) and spit mist.

Originally.

It's not the rumors, it's the strange laughter of the demons.