Xuanyuan Wuwu stared deeply at the Mai floating on the rope, and the Jiangzuo cloth on the Mai seemed to be as light as a feather, like a drop in the ocean. Jiang Zuo Buyi was already sleeping soundly at this time, with no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, and no color, sound, fragrance, and touch.

Qin Zhongweng was very frightened in his heart, and the expression on his face was uncertain, one moment confused, one moment worried, one moment frightened, and one moment frightened, just like the blurry and changing scene under Jiang Zuobu's body.

Mei'er and Xin'er were also worried, looking at Xuanyuan in despair.

Xuanyuan's carefree expression also became cold, holding the hole flute in his hand, and the faint sound of the flute rose like autumn leaves.

Xiao Sheng quietly sneaked into Jiang Zuo Buyi's dream, and turned into a fluttering butterfly. Butterflies gradually gather and become more and more, just like the yellow spring falling from the top of the poor blue, the dots are like stars, and the wisps are like flying dust.

"Where is Jiang Lang?"

A voice rose like spring rain, as if it was a butterfly calling low, as if calling from the underworld. A cloth robe floated slowly, moving like a breeze in the shadow of a butterfly, walking like flowing water.

The Mei'er girl looked at Jiang Zuo Buyi, who was hanging on the rope, and suddenly saw Jiang Zuobu's body sinking, as if she was about to fall down, she couldn't help but exclaim, and blurted out: "Jiang Lang be careful." ”

Xuanyuan glanced at her without worry, the sound of the flute suddenly changed, and he hurriedly retracted his gaze, removed the hole flute from his lips and said: "Jiang Lang is fine, why make a fuss, don't mess up, but ruin a big thing." ”

Qin Zhongweng also saw that Jiang Zuo Buyi was in danger at this time, and asked, "Prince Xuanyuan, since Jiang Lang is fine, why has he become a crumbling elephant?"

As he was talking, he saw Jiang Zuobu's body as light as a floating leaf Fu'an sitting on top of the Mai, but a person seemed to be covered by the fog and invaded by Yun Lan, reducing the emptiness and change, ethereal, and the wisp of green silk in his hand was also gone.

Xuanyuan said without worry: "Don't worry, senior, Jiang Lang who is on Mai at this time is not Jiang Lang himself. ”

Qin Zhongweng was shocked and asked hurriedly: "It's not Jiang Lang himself on the Mai, so who is it?"

Xuanyuan said without worry: "That is Jiang Lang in Jiang Lang's dream, and Jiang Lang has already used the Qiankun Movement Dream Soul Exchange Technique to easily swap out the self in his dream." ”

The Mei'er girl asked, "What about Jiang Lang?"

Xuanyuan said without worry: "Jiang Lang has entered his dream at this time, this is the reincarnation avenue of Zhuang Shengxiao's dream of butterflies. But I don't know how Jiang Lang has such a technique, as far as I know, in the vast world, only the snow-clothed god Marquis Murong Qi three hundred years ago has such a ability. And the snow-clothed god Hou Jing is good at this kind of kung fu after the bloody Jingshi, took refuge in my Buddha, and practiced the vague life and death chapter in the thirteen articles of the village dialect thousands of years ago. Could it be that Jiang Lang has also cultivated thirteen village dialects?"

Suddenly, the sound of the flute stirred up, startled the sky full of smoke and rain, the rain is as thin as love, and the sound of the rain is dense like acacia.

Xuanyuan looked up without worry, only to see the purple and green qi in the rain curtain, and a pool of fine light slowly transformed in the purple and green qi, gradually turning into an ocean.

Qin Zhongweng also looked at the sky in astonishment, at this time the essence of light was diffuse, but he saw that the colorful butterflies in the essence light were innumerable, the wind was unbridled, the butterfly shadow was fluttering, the ambilight was colorful, the flute sound became more and more clear and elegant, a cloth dress gradually appeared, Jiang Zuo cloth was holding a flute, and he was in the clouds, but it seemed to be a leisurely stroll.

"Where is Jiang Lang?" The spring rain-like voice floated again, as if the lovesickness of the three lives and three lives was hidden, and the endless resentment was endless.

Jiang Zuo Buyi looked around, seemed to sigh softly, and with a wave of his hand, the wisps of green silk were thrown out, and they turned into a flying bridge formed by countless rainbows in the air. Jiang Zuobu spread his body and floated on the flying bridge, his sleeves moved, brushing away the smoke and rain and colorful butterflies in the sky, a hazy cloud blew in, he stared at the clouds, the flute sound dispersed like clouds, and the call of the spring rain escaped from the clouds.

"Jiang Lang, do you still remember the agreement before the Sansheng Stone?"

Jiang Zuo Buyi coughed heavily, and the flute in his hand fell down when he was in a daze.

The clouds gradually dispersed, a bright and changing situation, a dangerous cliff loomed out, under the precipice, one side of the bluestone is as smart as a shadow, on the bluestone side, a person is independent.

On the water among the clouds, the city is thousands of miles, the lovesickness is like the moon, after years of searching, can we meet again in the dream?

The miserable dream, yes, yes, remembering the bright moon of the year, the vast smoke and waves, have you ever remembered the pulse of this feeling?

Jiang Zuo Buyi walked towards the place where the light and the end changed, and the man turned around gracefully, looking at each other stupidly, with endless pain and desolation in his heart.

The reunion is also desolate, and the reunion in the dream must be even more poignant.

"Xuan'er, why do we always meet in a dream?" Jiang Zuo Buyi smiled sadly, and the two lines of wet marks left an unforgettable impression on his cheeks when he woke up.

"Is this in a dream?" Jiang Lang, why do you say this is a dream?" the man asked.

Jiang Zuo Buyi didn't answer, because he knew that this was not only a dream, but also a purgatory.

Even if he enters the dream realm, Jiang Zuo Buyi's mind will never be wiped out.

With a hand, the falling flute was taken into his palm, and then, the horizontal flute was on his lips, and the sound of the flute was like a sword qi, and the man screamed bitterly and said, "Jiang Lang, why did you do this?"

Jiang Zuo Buyi put down the flute and said, "All this is Jiang Lang's inner demon, and you are just Jiang Lang's anger formed by many years of knots." Love, love, in the final analysis, is to cut off the love demon in the heart. ”

As he spoke, the flute was lit, and the man smiled stupidly, and instantly transformed into a huge orchid, carrying wind, thunder, lightning and fire to swallow Jiang Zuo Buyi.

Jiang Zuobu's body fluttered, escaping like a wisp of breeze, and he turned back suddenly, and the flute in his hand shot at the devouring and fat orchid with Sensen's sword qi.

The orchid bloomed again, and a baby flew out of the heart of the flower to meet the flute, only to hear the angry thunder, and the flute turned into powder.

The orchid swam below, and the ferocious baby eagle was on top and pounced on Jiang Zuo Buyi. For a while, the smoke and rain in the sky dissipated, the colorful butterflies faded, the thunder rushed away, and the wind was raging.

Jiang Zuobu's body is like a swimming dragon, flashing and moving, avoiding the upper and lower attacks, and then, the flying dragon is in the sky, the body is horizontal in the air, and the palms are together. Endless rows are coming out. What he performed was the sweeping Eight Desolation Palms in Emperor Qin's mastery, which was fierce and could break Daiyue.

The orchid is whirling, very weird, and the baby flashes like a ghost. Although Jiang Zuo Buyi forced him back, it was difficult to defeat the enemy with one blow. Suddenly, the bottom of his heart was full of inspiration, Jiang Zuo's cloth fluttered up, and he threw himself into the bluestone looming under the cliff.

Seeing him approaching the bluestone, the orchid suddenly transformed into the shape of the man again, and the baby was also missing.

Jiang Zuobu laughed, his big sleeves were empty, and he swept on the bluestone, and after a loud bang, the world was quiet.

The man transformed by the orchid disappeared suddenly, leaving only a trace of tears.