It was an endless wasteland, and from time to time there were swamps, full of withered grass and trees, shaggled in the wind, and a mist filled the air.

The strange thing is that there is a mist, but the moon wheel in the sky shines, but there are two wheels, softly sprinkled with mercury-like clear light, and the aura tide is so rich that it is about to drip out, making people's hearts palpitate.

It was a blurry dream, and the girl stood in a daze in the mist.

Qianqian didn't know where she was, but at this time, she was holding a three-foot clear light, and a trace of vigilance in her hazy eyes made it clear that it was her own dream, not a realm, and it was not reality.

"Childe said that people have a subconscious, just like the iceberg under the sea, the vastness of the sea is not exhaustive for immortals, but real people are already physically and mentally one, the gods are unhindered, they can advance and retreat freely, and they will not be hurt by nightmares. ”

For the first time, looking at this dream from a new perspective, Qianqian no longer had fear, but was a little interested.

"Since my cultivation, my body and mind are pure, and I haven't had such a dream for a long time...... Just look at what is in this dream......"

This is the first night of the achievement of the spirit pool, Qianqian, who fell into a dream, decided to do an expedition, so she did not say a word, let go of the shackles of the spirit pool, and let go of the body with any gust of wind......

Qianqian flew over the deserted basil, over a hill, around a swamp overgrown with reeds, and gradually entered the place of light.

She wanted to watch carefully, but she continued to fly as fast as she could, as if that was the purpose ahead.

Suddenly there was a muffled sound in front of her, Qianqian looked at it, some lights flickered in the distance, and when she got closer, it was a small courtyard, and there was an oil lamp in the inner room, which was lit inside.

Qianqian fell, stepped on the ground, staring at the oil lamp in a daze, this light had a kind of warmth, very suitable, Qianqian thought secretly: "Hey, it's a small courtyard, it's a little familiar." ”

Suddenly, I saw two people talking inside, who were not even teenagers and girls, and there were only two dishes on the wooden table: green vegetable tofu and fried bean sprouts

When the boy came to the table, the girl served him food, and the boy asked her to eat together, and the girl did not shirk, sitting upright and eating together, chewing and swallowing slowly, trying not to make a sound.

The dinner under the lamp is quiet, and there is a kind of warmth, which is really beautiful.

"Ah, it's the years I spent with my son when I was a kid. Qianqian suddenly came to her senses, she took a deep breath, and at some point, it rained lightly in her dream.

It made her look forward to it: "What's next?"

As soon as the scene changed, time passed, and the small flashes left in my heart for many hours emerged one by one, these belonged to the happiness and troubles of the maid, those who were alone and lonely, stubborn, and even afraid of fire and thunder......

"It's all me. She calmly accepted her past and had a lot of other interesting information from the outside world......

It takes patience to search, and the subconscious exploration is not something that can be completed in a day or two, and when she wakes up, it will be dawn.

Touch the pillow, no one.

There was an abnormal flow of aura in the air, which attracted the attention of the human divine sense.

Qianqian walked out of her clothes.

It was still dark.

In addition to the drizzle, it is the scenery of winter, looking up, the divine sense penetrates the past, the rockery, flowers and trees, and the pond are shrouded in a faint mist, and there is vitality hidden under the severe cold, and the aura tide moistens all the living beings on the ground, and even without the need for exercises, there can be a little subtle benefit.

After retreating the guards who were secretly guarding, and avoiding the patrolling soldiers and the maids who got up early, Qianqian walked slowly along the path alone.

The light rain fell quietly, the air was moist and cool, the flowers and trees beckoned to her, the place where she lived from childhood to adulthood witnessed the changes, and there was no one in Yejiazhuang who was not familiar with her.

The drainage of the road is very good, and at this time, the lotus shoes are light and not much wet, and the skirt caresses the flowers and trees on the side of the road, and Qianqian can hear their simple joy.

"Hello, hello......" they said, and the girl smiled and narrowed her eyes.

A hint of divine sense guided her to the west of Zhuangzi, a small deserted garden.

In the drizzle, a scorched black sword poked on the stone platform in the center of the garden, the son sat with the sword in his hand, the golden qi of slaughter was flowing, and the grass and trees in a radius were broken, which made people sigh.

"Are you refining swords?" Qianqian calmly knelt beside him.

From this point of view, the young man's side face looks very indifferent, with a kind of steel coldness, killing everything, and not being close to people.

Qianqian's heart softened, remembering that he would be like this at the end of every war, continuing to be sharp during the war, and he didn't like to speak, and he was slow to react to things outside the war.

The book says that many Golden Vein monks who have killed too much will have this disease, but after two days there will be no trouble.

"Yes. Ye Qing turned his head to look at her, then turned his head again, only to see a trace of rust on the sword slowly fading, showing the memory metal material produced in the fairyland.

After a while, he remembered and explained: "The sword immortal has finished the task, and this immortal sword embryo is a private reward." ”

Qianqian put her mind at ease, and was secretly stunned by the efficiency of the immortal, curiously sensing the immortal aura contained in the remnant sword: "How long will it take for the remnant sword to be rerefined into an embryo to the extent that it can be sacrificed and refined?"

"Two months......" Ye Qing stared at Jian Feng, and another trace of rust slowly faded: "The big array is gone, otherwise it will be shortened to ten days." ”

"Oh. Qianqian saw that he didn't speak, so she didn't ask any more questions, and practiced quietly on the side.

The avenue is vast, life is poor, and I dare not work hard, and many times I belong to the Taoist couple, so I get along with each other ordinarily

With the fragrance of the earth, the lush aura of the grass and trees rushed into the veins around the body, and the spirit pool was green and rippling, with natural aura, which in turn buffed the surrounding grass and trees, and even the fine grass that was twisted by the golden qi in a radius sprouted and grew.

The cycle goes on and on, cultivating all the time, gaining several times the level of real people of the same level, and having an understanding at any time, which is the benefit of the innate Dao body.

The sky in the east gradually brightened, and through the thick dark clouds, you could feel this big golden fireball.

The sun is fire, but the color of light is not all ...... In the book, it is called Pure Yang.

The girl looked at it quietly and thoughtfully.

Soon, Ye Qing finished refining the sword, and Qianqian got up with him, naturally holding his hand and going back together.

Facing the respectful gazes of the clansmen, soldiers, and servants, it was a calm feeling brewing in her heart, which made her feel a little...... Hand in hand without feeling inferior.

On the way, she seemed to think of something: "Childe, I dreamed of the ruins of the devil's nest, and the soil emitted seven colors of light, what does that mean?"

"I don't know. Ye Qing replied casually, his tone flat.

Again...... Qianqian flattened her mouth, understanding that Gongzi didn't know everything, so she didn't mention it anymore.

The stalls in Yefu are big, and everyone has their own things to be busy, and she hasn't seen her son again after dinner.

After the war, an ordinary day passed like this.

It wasn't until before dinner that a small jar like a flower pot was brought to her, and Qianqian took it in surprise: "A jar of soil?"

The housewife of the Ye family is still a real person, this non-commissioned officer didn't dare to look at her more, and said respectfully: "It is the soil that the master's mother wants, and I am ordered to get it from the ruins of the devil's nest, and the horse will be delivered to the master's mother." ”

Qianqian was a little dizzy, when did she say she wanted this dirt......

"Zhilu said, you go down. At the dinner table, she wanted to say something to her son, but when she glanced at her cousin, who was smiling generously, she kept silent.

Until the routine night talk behind the courtyard, when the family got together to talk, they never mentioned the jar of ruin dirt again.

In the middle of the night, the girl Zhenren woke up from the seven-colored light in the dream, held the jar of ruin soil, pondered for a while, and looked at the sleeping son on the pillow, and ran over at some point, because he was not guarded against his breath, he focused on the dream for a while, and did not notice.

After a long time, she sighed, got up and got out of bed, opened the window, and looked out of the moonlight.

Becoming a real person, Qianqian is only wearing a Luo skirt, with a silk waist tied around her, the moonlight shines down, and she is beautiful to the bone, only to see that there is a faint cyan flow in her eyes.

Real people have cultivated to the fullest and have blue eyes, if they think like this, they may feel that they are just in advance, but Qianqian has a faint but very clear feeling - no

seems to be a kind of potential, and after Qianqian arrived at the realm of real people, it was finally revealed.

She pursed her lips, she has some characteristics that she has since she was a child, which are not seen in books, and even Childe doesn't understand, but she doesn't think it's an accident, so she wants to find the answer.

The answer can only be found in yourself.

Maybe I can help Childe.

"Fool ......" Qianqian was stunned for a moment, muttered in the dark, and then got back under the covers, leaned against his skin, and fell into a deep sleep—sinking back into the dream to continue exploring.

Qianqian fell asleep, but Ye Qing didn't, of course he and Qianqian slept without intention, and against the smooth skin, he felt a trace of indescribable breath from her female body and seeped into her body.

Squinting at it, if you look at it roughly, it is Aoki's vitality, which can promote the healing of his injuries

If you are careless, you will think that this is just the pure Qingde cultivation qi, but Ye Qing changed his angle and looked at it intently, only to see a trace of cyan cloud qi, although it was extremely weak, but it was far away, hanging and connected.

"This is not the spirit of Qingde. ”

In the practice of the five virtues, although the green virtues appear cyan, as long as you look closely, you can find that they do not belong to each other, in fact, they are not the same, but they are not really green.

This trace of green gas is different, it is a genuine green gas.

Qingqi is a noble qi, there is no one in ten thousand, and the official must go to the provincial department to have it.

Heavenly Court is even more rare, and those who can have green must be Da Luo Heavenly Immortals, or even the masters of a faction.

Don't wonder what this is, mortals live and die for only a hundred years, what about bruises, and gods or immortals are close to immortality, and they are also bruised, which is extremely rare.

Qianqian has cultivated into a real person, if this trace of green gas does not appear, this kind of nobility is still hidden, and outsiders will never see it, but seeing the situation, Qianqian will never defend herself, so that she can be seen by herself.

And half of them crossed over to bless themselves.

The beauty is kind, I don't know how to reciprocate, thinking of this, Ye Qing let out a long sigh: "That's it, let's not talk about it, in a few days, I will inspect the manor." ”