The miserable white eyes, as empty as the white belly of a dead fish, are dead, dry, and tasteless. Looking at the wooden beams of the tent roof steadily, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his fingers seemed to be exhausted, and he couldn't help but tug on the soft quilt tightly...

Yu Youran woke up.

The big dream is ten thousand years, and it was originally a mirror.

Shocking, how do you know the truth or falsehood?

In the last moment of the shattering of the dream, the obscene Taoist gently swept away the heavy clouds with the dust. As a result, countless fragmented and chaotic pictures instantly poured into Yu Youran's mind like a river collapsing. On and off, she dreamed a lot of things again. There are friends who secretly swore when they were young that they would never get along with each other, but their faces have blurred. There is a junior sister with a warm smile who disappeared in the depths of memory, but the rolling thunder finally tore her to pieces. There are also bizarre figures in the Pure Yang Palace, but she can't call their names. and a remnant sword covered with dust in the glorious afterglow of the setting sun.

The remnant sword eventually pierced her heart, and then she woke up.

When she woke up, the soft texture of the quilt, the cold frost of the air, and the two worried eyes all told her that this was the real world, and it was just a dream...

All the stories in the dream are gone, like clouds in the dream, ethereal. However, every scene that had ever happened in his dream was firmly embedded in his mind like a knife carving. She was sure it wasn't a dream, definitely not. Because the things in the dream were too real and beyond her comprehension.

The asura realm, the Taoist, the cloud...

It must all be real.

And it's not far from her...

But then again, there seem to be quite a lot of people who have been dreaming lately.

And the dreams of these people are all related to each other in some vital content. First Sun Wukong, then Xia Xun, then Feng Shuwen, and now Yu Youran. Even ordinary things, after such accumulation, will always become different. If someone can connect the dreams of these people, then he will easily find a clue buried under the abyss. The head of this clue is in the hands of the group of people at the top of this world. Meandering, hovering in countless unknown or known forbidden realms, and finally converging at the end of the world.

Merely...

Unfortunately, no one has found out yet.

Even Yu Youran, the crazy woman, didn't...

Because, she is also in a dream.

"Uncle Shi, let's finish drinking the water first. ”

"Whoa..."

Yu Youran woke up from a dream, speechless, and the temperature in the tent dropped suddenly. The frost that covered the surroundings quickly dissipated, emitting a faint white mist, making the environment quickly damp and uncomfortable.

Dao Sheng hurriedly stood up and walked to the coffee table, poured the warm tea into the cup, and gave it to Yu Youran. Yu Youran sat up stiffly like a marionette, took the teacup, and then put it to his lips and drank it little by little.

Seeing Yu Youran's trance-like appearance, Dao Sheng asked worriedly, "Uncle Shi, are you sick?"

Yu Youran put down the teacup and said coldly: "No disease." ”

"But... But you've been asleep for a long time. Dao Sheng reminded carefully.

"How long?"

"Nearly six hours. ”

"Oh. ”

Listening to the answer, the inertia responded coldly, and there was no follow-up. After a while, his stunned gaze was gradually re-impregnated with coldness, and Yu Youran stiffened before he turned his eyes to Mo Yan and said, "I just had a dream. ”

Mo Yan was slightly surprised: "You also dream?"

"Very little. ”

"What do you dream about?"

"Suspicious of heaven. ”

"This..."

After the two words, Mo Yan and Dao Sheng were stunned.

But it's no wonder that Nanming Penglai, Tianji Bodhi, and true immortals are also. Yu Youran had a false dream, if it was an ordinary dream, she would definitely not use it. With her character, if she says it, it will definitely mean that this false dream is not simple. Moreover, she also dreamed of the heavenly machine, which had disappeared for nearly 20 years, and there had been no saint in the world for 20 years. Even if it's just a virtual dream, but the dream comes from Yu Youran, and the nature of this is completely different. After all, Bai Shou is too mysterious, and she is too forgetful, and she is recognized as the first arithmetic by the younger generations.

Shocked for a moment, Dao Sheng cautiously asked again: "Little... Uncle Junior, what is suspicious?"

Yu Youran said coldly: "The Tao is very good, and the name is very famous." The beginning of all things without a name, the mother of all things with a name. The illusory and the false coincide in the real and cannot be recognized, so it is suspicious. ”

"Uh..."

It's hard to understand.

It is not so much that Yu Youran is answering Daosheng's question, but that she is turning her doubts into a hexagram. And even Yu Youran himself can't say anything unclear, how can Dao Sheng understand it?

Dao Sheng disturbed his head and said embarrassedly: "Uncle Shi, I haven't learned the gossip pulse, you say that I understand the sword spectrum, but I don't understand you when you tell me this." ”

“......”

Or it was redundant, Yu Youran didn't answer Dao Sheng's words again. The two pale palms, slightly tucked into the sleeves, no longer extended the topic.

Mo Yan waited for a moment, and suddenly asked again, "What did he tell you?"

Yu Youran said: "A lot." ”

"In short?"

"The catastrophe in the world is the calamity of the common people. ”

“......”

Yu Youran's words were still vague, but Dao Sheng could be regarded as having tasted some deep meaning from them this time.

The catastrophe in the world, the common people are suffering, the same eight words were said not long ago. That person is the Monkey King. Before saying these eight characters, he also had a dream, and the consequence was that he was almost punished by the heavenly thunder for leaking the heavenly secret and was chopped to death. He dreamed of the scene of Shura's annihilation, but in the final analysis, many of them were inseparable from Yu Youran.

Is there some incredible connection between the two?

Mo Yan stared silently, as if savoring the heaviness of these eight characters.

Dao Sheng couldn't control his temperament, and said in a panic: "Uncle Xiao, Sun Wukong also said this. ”

Yu Youran seemed to have some concerns, and there was a vague feeling that he had reached the end of the topic, and he still didn't plan to continue the topic. She sat up straight on the edge of the bed, then pointed to the two thick pieces of paper on the desk next to the bed and asked, "What is that?"

"Oh. ”

Only then did Dao Sheng realize that he had neglected something.

Hurriedly took two thick pieces of paper from the desk, then wiped the melted water traces of the cover with his sleeve, and then handed the paper to Yu Youran with both hands, explaining: "Badao Liu Xiancheng, Tibetan Sword Ye Guhan, peers are visiting. It's been a while since the post was delivered. Because you are resting, I dare not make a claim, so I have to wait outside the camp. ”

"Sha..."

Yu leisurely took two thick pieces of paper and put them in front of him and looked at them hastily.

But see that the two thick paper notes are not ordinary prayer posts, a blue background, the four corners are inlaid with blue-green gemstones, the paper is printed with various knife patterns, and the book is written - Liu Xiancheng. A piece of paper with silver edge on a gold background, at first glance, you know that the cost is expensive, and the book - Ye Guhan. After reading it hastily, Yu Youran handed the two letters of worship back to Dao Sheng and asked, "How many people are here?"

Dao Sheng put the paper back on the case and replied: "There are less than two hundred people who came, only Liu Xiancheng is under the Badao Sect, and the Tibetan Sword Villa has forty-five disciples headed by Ye Guhan, and the rest are all leaders in various places, and their cultivation is extraordinary. ”

"Are there any wounded?"

"I haven't found it yet. ”

"Oh. ”

Yu Youran responded hastily, thought for a while, and then asked, "What are the movements of the people on the edge of Dongshan?"

Dao Sheng said: "Half an hour before the tailwind, Tang Xiaotang had a disagreement with Duxing because of the defense construction, and he had several disputes. In the end, Tang Xiaotang did not listen to the advice of Duxing, and led all the disciples of the Tang Sect to leave the camp alone, and set up a net array in front of the cottage. Tang Chuan was very cautious, and he had been sitting in the mountains and did not dare to rashly send troops to help. Sun Wukong is always watching our movements. ”

"Oh. ”

Yu Youran's response this time was a little more cautious, and the time he pondered afterwards was a little longer...

After thinking for a while, Yu Youran stretched out the hand that was tucked in his sleeve, gently pressed it on his knee, and suddenly turned back to the topic, saying, "You go and let Liu Xiancheng and Ye Guhan come in, and the rest of the people will continue to wait outside the camp." ”

Dao Sheng asked, "Tang Gate, what should we do?"

"Ignore it for now. ”

"For the time being?"

"You don't need to ask. ”

"Okay, I understand. ”

“...”

Yu leisurely put aside the topic, and Dao Sheng habitually didn't dare to ask more. He nodded stunned, then put away the prayer post casually, and then turned around and walked out of the tent.

The frost melted and crystalline dew stuck to the smooth chairs, but the cold did not weaken as the temperature warmed up, but became more gloomy. A steady drizzle from outside the tent crept in through the windowsill and spilled limply on the ground. The sound of Dao Sheng's departing footsteps gradually weakened, and at this time, Mo Yanfang, who was silent and staring, opened his eyes again, and asked the word "Bodhi?"

"Suspicious. Yu Youran replied succinctly.

"Where is the suspicion, where is the suspicion?"

"Suspicion is in vain, but it seems to be true. ”

"Few things can make you so rocky. ”

"Because there is no way to start counting it. ”

"Didn't count the roots?"

"Hmm. ”

The two communicate, jerky and minimalist.

The combination of Yu Youran and Mo Yan is really similar to Xia Xun and Mo Xian, and sometimes even the way they speak is very similar. It is as if every word of communication contains a lot of information, but no matter how profound it is, they can often easily understand it without saying much. It's like the relationship between the sword and people, there is no sword in the eyes of the sword master, their sword is not in the hand but in the heart, the sword is out of the mind, the sword is returned to the sheath, accurate and decisive.

Yu Youran said that she suspected that what she saw was a bubble, and the bubble was illusory, but the unreal existed and real. These are contradictory theories, but they can also prove that they do exist.

Mo Yan can obviously understand this deep meaning.

"It seems that Sun Wukong really knows your secret. ”

"As it should be. ”

"Ask him?"

"Nope. ”

"Why?"

"The time has not come. ”

Mo Yan stretched out his hand to help lift the quilt covering Yu Youran's lap, Yu Youran stepped down from the bed, pulled up his slender white hair and scattered it behind him at will, took the hat and put it on his head. Walking slowly, he walked to the door of the tent...

"Maybe soon I'll find out his secret, too. ”

"But this incident is a dangerous thing. ”

"There is no escaping fate. ”

"You can try the safer way. ”

"It's already the safest way. ”

“......”