Dawn.

There were birds chirping outside.

Mu Yang opened his eyes and looked at the bed, Wu Wei was meditating cross-legged, his eyes were open, although he was not looking, he seemed to have been looking at him.

"You're awake. "Wuwei got up early to fold the quilt, and sat down while the juniors and disciples were still asleep, and it was also a practice to not think about anything, which is called being quiet and quiet.

Muyang couldn't be still, he lay on the stool and couldn't move and slept all night, his whole back was sore, and he moved his muscles and bones when he came together.

Wuwei looked at him, there was no way to think about anything anymore, put on his shoes and got out of bed, and asked, "Have breakfast first, or go to see the head first?"

Muyang thought for a while and said, "Whatever." ”

Wuwei is not a casual person: "In my place, there is no such thing as casual." ”

Mu Yang had no choice but to change his words: "I'm talking about improvisation, walk out of this gate, see who the person meets first, if it's your little junior brother, then we'll go to breakfast first, if it's the master, then go to see the master." ”

"Whatever you want. "Do nothing, don't make decisions for him.

Mu Yang replied with a smile: "It's with me, Dao Chief, since your sword can't kill people or kill demons, what should you do if you encounter danger when you go down the mountain to practice?"

Wuwei felt that he was not worried about him, but had other plans, such as wanting to learn some spells from him, which could teach him: "How about I teach you spells after you can draw qi into your body?"

"Okay. Mu Yang smiled, went out with Wuwei, and asked as he walked, "Then if there is no dantian and no spiritual root, can you draw qi into the body?"

Wuwei couldn't answer, but seeing Muyang swaying in front of him, he still couldn't take his eyes off and said: "When you become the leader, I'll tell you." ”

Mu Yang stopped and considered, if he could be the head of the house, wouldn't it be an unprecedented thing, it was man-made, and this Wuwei Daoist was also optimistic about him?

"Dao Chief, let's go eat first, wait for me. ”

It rained all night, and it stopped, and it stopped, and it stopped, and it stopped again, and the air outside the house was cool, and the grass was still covered with dew.

Muyang followed Wuwei and left.

Halfway up the mountain, Qian Youming dreamed that he was chasing a woman, and he wanted to catch up with her, but he couldn't catch up.

"Wait for me. ”

He shouted with a sad face, but he subconsciously shouted but didn't want the woman to stop and wait for him, and when he ran forward to take the woman's hand, she was like a wonderful picture scroll lit by fire, wearing a white dress and smiling back at him, the face of that moment was tough and indifferent, and gradually melted into the fire.

The world was spinning, his body seemed to be imprisoned and could not move, he had a headache and had no time to think about anything else, his eyes were full of this woman, who was she, why was she here?

It's hard to forget for a while.

Knowing that it was a dream, he still wanted to find out, and he desperately stretched out his hand to grab the woman's hand but couldn't catch it, until he looked down and saw that his outstretched hand became a flame, his heart couldn't stop being afraid, it turned out that he killed the woman, and the more desperately he tried to save her, the more flames on her body increased.

"Don't, don't!"

Qian Youming hid under the table and shook his head and shouted in his dreams, he didn't want this ability to burn everything, he just had a lot of money, and a lady to accompany him to eat cakes to make him happy.

This is his ambition since childhood.

"Lady. ”

He wants his lady to take care of his own lady and be a responsible man, and he can't let his lady wait alone anymore, he wants to go to her and find her......

Hearing the morning bird call, Qian Youming opened his eyes in a daze, and suddenly realized that he was now in Shushan, squatting out with small steps, and standing up on the table.

The table was full of teacups.

He picked it up and drank a glass of rain directly, and the whole person was still in chaos.

Did last night's dream tell him something? Thinking about it day and night, it turned out that what he wanted to do most was not to learn spells and make money, but to start a family.

Qian Youming looked at the sky and said vaguely: "It's not raining, you can go down the mountain." Holding the introduction to cultivating immortals, who had already taken a lot of mosquitoes, he dragged his heavy and tired steps, staggered down the mountain, patted his back, and didn't realize that there was an extra bite mark on the back of his neck.

In the corner of the skeleton of the house behind him, there is a vertical web, and there is a spider.