Song Qingqiong sat in a courtyard with birds singing and flowers, basking in the afternoon sun, in a very comfortable mood, the teacup in her hand suddenly shook for no reason, and sprinkled a little tea, which startled her, and quickly looked down to check the cup, and then looked up, and suddenly found that there was darkness around her. The flowers and birds all disappeared, only the endless darkness shrouded them, and they quickly stood up and ran away, running desperately, the darkness behind them hit at a very fast speed, and I always felt that there was a vicious dog behind me, as if chasing myself.

Stumbling under his feet, he suddenly fell, looked down, and found that the ground had already turned into scorched earth, a large area of cracks, and he was tripped by the cracks in it, at this time the darkness had hit, and the invisible vicious dog dragged himself in, only to hear Song Qingqiong's scream: "Ah!" The next moment, he woke up and found himself sitting on the bed in his room, sweating profusely, and outside the window, the morning sun was slowly rising.

"What's going on?" Song Qingqiong couldn't help but ask, the cultivator didn't need to sleep at night, how could he fall asleep inexplicably? And it was like this for three days in a row, and every time he fell asleep, he would have this dream, which was really weird.

Dream is a very interesting thing, from ancient times, human exploration of dreams, almost never cut off, all dynasties have been exploring for it, from the beginning of Zhou Gong's interpretation of dreams to today, dreams, has always represented people's foreshadowing of unknown fate, the ancient saying goes: the dream of body qi, because of the feeling in the body touched into a dream. This is the most basic understanding of dreams.

Song Qingqiong knew that this was by no means a good sign, so she didn't dare to delay, and immediately set off to Kunlun's "Qingzhai", which is the place where Kunlun Wonderland grows herbs, in addition to many flowers and plants, there is also an old man with a mysterious origin, people call him "Uncle Lin", no one can tell how long Uncle Lin has picked up these flowers and trees, I only remember that he was there when he went there to play when he was a child, even his father, The dignified head of Kunlun is courteous to him, and people are rumored to be a terrifying worldly master, and some people say that he is an elder who failed to cross the catastrophe and became a scattered immortal in Kunlun before, which is a bit similar to the old golden head of the Yaowang Mansion, giving people the feeling that they are unfathomable. Uncle Lin has been very good to himself since he was a child, and Song Qingqiong believes that he will be able to help him.

Hurry up to Qingzhai, go directly through the dense flowers and trees, and come to a small wooden house, I saw an old man's rickety back squatting on the side and pruning the flowers and plants, Song Qingqiong hurriedly shouted: "Uncle Lin." ”

Uncle Lin turned his head, his face was full of wrinkles, his short body seemed to be blown down by the wind at any time, wearing a tattered old cotton jacket, wrapping his thin body tightly, hearing Song Qingqiong's shout, Uncle Lin turned his head and just said lightly: "Help me bring a little hoe." ”

Song Qingqiong didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly found a small hoe from the house, squatted down and handed it over, Uncle Lin took it in his hand, and said while fiddling with the flowers and plants in his hand: "You look very tired, did you encounter something." ”

Song Qingqiong nodded, so she told him about falling asleep and dreaming the same dream in the past few days, hoping that he could give himself an answer. After listening silently, Uncle Lin didn't say anything, but stood up, looked at the small flower he had just cleaned up with satisfaction, and said to himself with satisfaction: "Okay, how beautiful." ”

Then he slowly sat down on the stone on the side, took out a dry tobacco pouch, lit it with a fire sickle, took a deep breath, spit out a large amount of smoke, and then slowly asked, "Boy, are you scared?"

"I ......" Song Qingqiong was stunned, and then decisively shook her head and vetoed, "Don't be afraid." ”

"False. Uncle Lin reprimanded angrily, "Empty words, clichés, nonsense." ”

Song Qingqiong lowered his head obediently, Uncle Lin shook his head, and said helplessly: "Do you know what is the worst thing about you? It is that you have been taught badly by those of them, what respect for teachers, what righteousness is awe-inspiring, what fearlessness, what good character must have, everything must not be afraid, why? Because you are Song Qingqiong of Kunlun, the son of the head of Kunlun, is this interesting? When you encounter such a thing, if you are not even afraid, then what is the difference between you and a walking corpse?"

"I have to deal with a lot of things in the mortal world and the cultivation realm every day. Song Qingqiong sighed gloomily, "I have to succeed in everything, I can't be discouraged, fail, frustrated, afraid, I can't have these, but I ...... It was really hard, and this time I admit that I was scared, but I knew I couldn't be scared, and this complicated feeling made me so numb. ”

"You don't realize that you have other companions around you who will help you. Uncle Lin looked at the blue sky and said, "I watched the sky at night, this time is another test for you after the last Jade Void Palace sword discussion, but this time you need companions, you can't fight alone like last time, immature children, you need the help of the seven of them." ”

"The seven of them?" Speaking of this, Song Qingqiong's mind suddenly recalled the voices and smiles of those seven people, Lingzong's "Dufeng Lone Pine" hideous, Killing Dreams' "Dream Wandering" talking about dreams, Shushan Famous Family's "One Ride Absolute Dust" Gongsun Yan, Pure Water Cold Moon Palace's "Linshui Qingzhu" Qingzhu Fairy, Jinling Tianjie Temple's "Enlightenment and Enlightenment" Mu Yuan Monk and Yaowang's Mansion "Sixiu Qianying" Siyi, couldn't help but say to themselves, " But nearly half of the eight of us have died or are missing, and the Central Plains Eight Jun has already existed in name only, this time the Qianchen Meeting, so many sects on the rivers and lakes are ready to send their young talents to fill in the blanks. ”

"Are you dead?" Uncle Lin asked rhetorically, "Life or death is just a kind of understanding of people, child, you are too lonely, the key to everything lies in your heart, if your heart is willing to find them and accept them as your companions, then they may already be by your side." ”

"Already by my side?" Song Qingqiong was taken aback, "Are they all still alive and have already come to Kunlun?"

Uncle Lin nodded deeply: "The eight of you are carrying the future, and generally those who can shoulder the future are heroes, and heroes mean hope, and hope means change, the key is whether you are willing to change? and what are you willing to change? It's time to make a change, kid." ”

At the same time as Uncle Lin and Song Qingqiong were talking, those young people who also belonged to the Central Plains Bajun almost all dreamed last night, but the things they dreamed of were different, Gongsun Yan dreamed that he was galloping on the grassland with a white horse, Mu Yuan dreamed that he was meditating in the Buddhist hall, Qingzhu Fairy dreamed that he was reading in a bamboo forest, and Chu Xunyu was in a dream, and heard the ancient voice again, the last time he heard this voice was when he returned from learning the "Sword Wind" from the two poles, this time the voice said slowly: "Are you still looking for me?" It's all about fate......"

"Who?" Chu Xunyu sat up and looked around with a puzzled face......