After everyone gossiped about Tao Yao, a full moon in the sky was already hanging high on the branches.

The night is getting deeper, and the night breeze is getting cooler.

But the few people around the fire were still reluctant to return home, and they were all pestering Dabai to tell stories.

"Okay, okay, it's so late today, Dabai will only tell a very short story, only one, you have to go home after you finish speaking. ”

Dabai, who was so entangled that he couldn't help it, blew his beard helplessly.

"Wouldn't it be that there was a mountain in the past, and there was a little monk in the mountain, and the little monk said that there was a mountain in the past, and there was a little monk in the mountain, right?" Ye Mingke said suspiciously.

"Of course....... No, that's the longest story, and I'm very short about it. This story is called Zhuang, Zhou, Dream, Butterfly. ”

"Although it is not said in the book, I think this story should also take place on such a quiet and vast summer night,"

The man named Zhuang Zhou did not sleep in a cramped room, but under this brilliant and vast starry sky. ”

Everyone followed Da Bai's gaze to look at the bright starry sky overhead, and the sky was a deep blue at this time, as if it was hiding endless possibilities and countless beautiful fantasies.

Dabai began to tell the story, it was a very beautiful story, and it was indeed a very short story, and it was only forty-eight words in the book.

"The former Zhuang Zhou Dream is Hu Die, lifelike Hu Die, self-proclaimed Shizhi and, I don't know Zhou Ye. Oh Ran Jue, then Yu Ran Zhou also. I don't know that Zhou's dream is Hu Die, and Hu Die's dream is Zhou?"

"So is it that Zhuang Zhou dreamed that he became a butterfly, or did a butterfly dream that he became Zhuang Zhou? ”

"But it's just an incomprehensible story, not an incomprehensible question. Dabai finally said something that no one could understand.

"I don't understand. Tao Yao shook his head blankly.

"It's not fun. Minco protested.

Only Jojo bled her cheeks and looked at the twinkling stars in the night sky, and she remembered that dreamy night a few months ago.

Strange birds with many heads, dried corpses walking, the scarlet night sky, the gods who came to the world, and the scene that was an absolute nightmare at the end.

No one believed what she saw that night, including herself.

But is that really a dream?

Ming Ke and Tao Yao, who really couldn't rely on another story, had to say goodbye to Dabai with Qiao Qiao, and then go home together.

After they left, Dabai climbed up to his tree cave hut and looked at the night sky in the distance from the tree, drunk without drinking.

"Butterfly Dream Zhuang Zhou or Zhuang Zhou Dream Butterfly?"

"A problem that can never be understood is not a problem. ”

"But silly boy, you're right, it's not a fun story. Haha"

He groaned on the tree, as if asking heaven and earth, and as if asking himself, but finally turned into a laugh.

"Drunk, asleep, dreaming. ”

He fell asleep in the hollow of the tree, muttering.

In the dream, there was gradually the sound of rain like a tide, covering the four fields of heaven and earth.

"It's raining?"

After sending Qiaoqiao home, Mingke found that it was suddenly raining on the way.

The summer rain in the town always comes and goes, and it was just a brilliant star, but it didn't take long for the dark clouds to gather, and the wind and rain fell.

The sound of falling rain flooded the heavens and the earth, and the torrential rain was like a note.

Suddenly, it rained at night, Ye Mingke was a little anxious, and ran in the direction of his home.

The night in the town is already dark.

At this time, the night was deep, the lights were rare, and the rain curtain was blocked, and the sky was in a chaotic darkness, and the muffled thunder in the sky was surging, making a rumbling sound.

Ye Mingke ran in the dark and rainy night.

His eyes were closed.

Running.

He accurately avoided puddles on the ground, bypassed trees that stood in his way, and crossed low stones. He seemed to be able to see everything in front of him clearly.

The smell of various things, the different sounds of rain dripping into puddles of water at different depths, and the unconscious tightness of the body when you are about to hit a stone.

It was as if he had seen another world.

A world that is suppressed by the visual on a daily basis, a world that is very wonderful, connected to the heart and breathes with him

"Whew" He ran to his cottage, opened his eyes, gasped slightly, and the rain on his face kept sliding.

The moment I opened my eyes, the wonderful feeling disappeared.

He stood in the rain at the door of his house, looking back at the dark rain curtain on the way, and felt as if he had grasped something in the haze.

"You have to be careful when playing chess, how can you see the chess path clearly if you don't care?" Aunt Long's words about knocking melon seeds on the side and standing and talking without backache seem to have a little truth.

There really seems to be a kind of "seeing" of the mind.

He savored the wonderful feeling for a while, then went into his room, took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and went to bed to get ready for bed.

"Good night. ”

He said to the torrential rain outside the window, and then fell asleep.

Jojo didn't sleep well tonight.

She woke up from horrible nightmares again and again, and each time she woke up just in time to encounter the thunder that burst in the sky and the lightning that went out.

She didn't scream, just sat up from the bed sweating profusely. She listened to the torrential rain outside the window in a daze, and the original sleepiness had long been worn away by the nightmare scene.

She held out her hand to the darkness outside the window.

"Boom" a thunderclap sounded.

A bright flash of lightning flashed, illuminating Jojo's pale and immature face and equally pale hands in the darkness.

"Am I Jojo or a butterfly?"

She asked into the darkness.

"Still ......"

A louder thunderclap rang out, drowning out her last question.

Still is.......

Still is.......

"It's still Luo, Qing, and Xi. ”

She suddenly remembered that the gods in the temple were touching her head and whispering to her.

"Luo Qingxi, it's just a dream. ”

"Boom"

Outside the window, thunder rang out one after another, almost in one piece, and the earth trembled slightly.

Jojo involuntarily hugged the quilt in his arms.

It was a cold night.

Heavy rain continued.

It's dawning.

But this sudden rainstorm in the middle of the night has been falling intermittently for a whole day, and the roads in the town have almost become a sea.

Ye Mingke still chopped firewood in the courtyard in the heavy rain before dawn, and his pupils reflected the candlelight in the house reflected by the water on the ground, bright and focused.

Uncle Jian pushed open the window, sat by the window, and quietly looked at the young man who had been chopping firewood in the rain for a day.

On rainy days, it always gets dark very quickly, making it feel like it's evening not long after lunch.

It's dark.

Because it was the fifteenth day, the townspeople finished their dinners early, closed their houses, and fell asleep to the sound of the rain that still did not stop.

Go to sleep.

When the time came, even some naughty children who were still making noise in bed quickly lost consciousness and fell asleep.

The darkness, thicker than the night, flooded the town like a tide of mist, and then the darkness grew a filthy and bloody red.

The rain was still falling, rustling, with a crimson color, swaying in the wind.

In the darkness, groups of dry corpses dressed in rotten armor and neat steps gradually walked out, cruising in the dark night, they seemed to be able to feel the rain tonight, and looked up at the dark night sky above with their hollow eyes.

Distant raindrops fell from the heart of heaven into their hollow eyes.

In the highest sky, flocks of strange birds like fiery meteors wandered, and the rain falling from the sky reflected their fiery red shadows.

A lost moon stood on the roof of a house in the town, five bewitching necks looking up at the night sky where countless raindrops had fallen, and let out a mournful cry as thin as a girl's cry.

Is it crying for oneself who has lost oneself, or is it crying for the stormy and dark world, crying for the dazed and ignorant beings?

"Master, you just love to ponder, maybe this strange bird's laughter is like this, and it is happy in its heart. ”

In the rainy night, there was a sudden sound of footsteps treading water, the footsteps were so normal, but they seemed very abrupt in this strange night.

Footsteps approached, and two people who didn't bring any rain gear came from the heavy rain.

In the heavy rain, the two people stepped on the stagnant water at will, but there was not a trace of rain and muddy water on their bodies. They walked past the demons, but the demons avoided them. The lost moon heard their voices, screamed, and flew straight into the night sky.

The two walked to the door of the iron house, and the first one bowed to the bamboo house where Uncle Jian was located, it was the master who was still wearing a high crown.

"Contemptible Zhuang Sheng, disturb the Sword Nantian Sword Venerable tonight, come and ask for an answer!"

As the only master in the village who can faintly stand side by side with the identity of the village chief, every time he sees Uncle Jian, he is very respectful, even if he was knocked on the door last time, he always uses honorific titles for the other party in his words.

"Do you need so much courtesy?" muttered the man behind him, visibly unconvinced.

The man's hunter's outfit was the usual Orion in the town.

"Do you want to ask Ming Ke about entering the Divine Mountain many times?"

The door creaked, and Jian Nantian didn't go out, but just parked his wheelchair at the door of the bamboo hut and stared at the master from afar in the dark.

"Since it's just the two of you, I probably know what you mean. ”

"It's only been less than six years, and you're still making no progress in breaking through the Six Paths, so you must want to speed up your pace. ”

"Although Ming Ke used the Divine Mountain for training, I didn't pass on his cultivation method, he is still a mortal body, and I didn't violate the original contract. ”

Jian Nantian's bland words clearly reached the ears of the two people outside the door through the rain curtain.

"That's nice, isn't it still a breach of contract to open the sacred mountain?" the old man, who was standing behind the master, muttered again.

"Lao Chang!" said the master, "don't forget that you are only following me tonight, and I am the one who is in charge." ”

"I didn't open the ban on the sacred mountain, let alone shake the magic circle of the sacred mountain. Uncle Jian added blandly.

"Then I'll renew the agreement. When the master heard Uncle Jian's words, he turned his head and said cautiously, "The ban on the Divine Mountain was relaxed, and the disciples were given training, but the ban was not changed, and the magic circle did not move until the Six Desolation Formations were broken six years later." ”

"Good. "Jiannan Heavenly Dao.

"I'll take my leave. The master saluted Jian Nantian again, turned around and left with Orion.

After walking a distance, Chang Chang couldn't help but ask

"Master, as a Heavenly Master of the Green Palace, you don't have to salute when you see the Supreme, why do you have to salute a surplus person?"

"Etiquette is not for oneself, but for oneself. ”

"Si people do it, the body can't reach it, and the heart yearns for it. ”