After thinking for a thousand times, Xia Xun finally gave up his mental struggle, shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "This thing is really bizarre. Do you think this thread in my head has some kind of relationship with the heavenly demons you saw in your dreams?"

The little monk said: "This is just the little monk's speculation. ”

"Okay, guess. ”

Xia Xun paused, and then asked, "If the guess is good, what then?"

The little monk said vaguely: "If the guess is correct, I am afraid that many established facts in this world will be overturned, and the Heavenly Demon is not just the Heavenly Demon. What happens in the future depends on how Lord Xia Shi is doing. ”

“......”

Xia Xun was speechless for a while, and he didn't seem to plan to continue to talk about this topic, so he bent down and stirred the rhododendron under his feet vigorously, and waited for a long time before he said to himself: "If the conditions allow, I will go back to my hometown in Beimang after the national examination, and by the way, I will ask you about this matter clearly, and I will give you an answer when the time comes." ”

"Amitabha, the donor doesn't need to give a reply to the monk. ”

"Then I'll give myself an answer. ”

“......”

The remnant sun was light and cold, and Yan Shuang flew away.

Water and moon in the mirror, between disillusionment.

Seeing the prosperity of a lifetime, sighing for the years, after this, it will not.

Thousands of waves of red dust, ethereal waste, derived from the fetters of thousands of years.

After Tang Chuan returned to Qu Long, he called back the secret sentinels that had been scattered, because there was no need to struggle. He didn't tell Tang Xiaotang about the content of his conversation with Xia Xun, because wise people have their own dignity, and to put it bluntly, they are stubborn. Tang Chuan knew very well that Tang Xiaotang would definitely not lower her little head until the last step. What's more, even at the last step, she will still be stubborn and refuse to admit defeat. This is also the reason for the last words he said to Xia Xun...

In the evening, Xia Xun beckoned everyone to count the lanterns made during the day, and then tied them together with ropes to prevent the evening breeze from blowing away. Mo Xian came back from logging, and after learning about today's events from Dushao's mouth, he unscrupulously raised two fingers and knocked on the little monk's bald head for some reason, no one knew the meaning of his action, because the little monk recited a sentence "Amitabha, good".

The topic around the campfire at night inevitably continued the mystery of the day, but the little monk and Xia Xun didn't say anything more, and listened to Xiahou and their nonsense on the sidelines. Listen to how he told the already illusory things into a particularly vivid story.

After hearing this, Xia Xun felt really bored and walked into the tent early.

Perhaps, Xia Xun himself was also surprised by today's events...

He first learned that his body was different, and it was in the chaotic space under the sky that he said vaguely in his previous life. But he never thought that this so-called difference was not the so-called covering the sky, but that there was a thread in his body that even the saint could not see, and the line was engraved with runes. After talking with the little monk, he pondered silently alone for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion with a high probability. Since he was three years old, he has had the ability to read and remember everything for the rest of his life, and that may be the reason for that. It not only allowed Xia Xun to get a lot of strange knowledge out of thin air, but also gave Xia Xun the ability to swallow knowledge. Or maybe there will be other potentials, which have not been touched by him for the time being...

If it weren't for the little monk's sudden words today, Xia Xun might not have known this secret for the rest of his life.

But what is that thread?

For this question, Xia Xun didn't come up with a clue even if he broke his head.

In his near-infinite cognition, this is simply something that does not exist in this world. At least he had never heard of any artifact in the world, even the legendary immortal artifact, that could be so magical, let alone that an immortal with boundless power could carve runes on a line of almost nothingness. In the mythological records he knew, the smallest immortal artifact was a stick called the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick. Legend has it that it was the divine iron smelted by Taishang, and was later borrowed by the god Dayu to control the water, and after thousands of years of divine energy, it was finally settled in the abyss of the East China Sea. The stick weighs 13,500 catties, which can reach the sky and the earth, and the small can become a wisp of hair. But no matter how small it is, it's not as small as the thread described by the little monk...

Tossing and turning, wanting to go all night.

I was puzzled and fell asleep.

The so-called thinking day and night dreaming, Xia Xun had an extremely strange dream at night.

He dreamed that he was wearing a pair of steel armor weighing as much as ten thousand pounds, holding a giant sword in one hand and a strange bow and crossbow in the other, constantly flying in the void. The sun, moon and stars, the vast sea of stars, are all under his feet. He leaped thousands of miles away, swept a sword and slashed through the stars, and the strange bow and crossbow shot out terrifying beams of light that could blast the moon into the corner in the blink of an eye. The power is incomparably powerful, like a demon god who opens the heavens and the earth.

He kept shuttling through the sea of stars, his dreams kept changing, and finally he came to a strange star.

This star is not big, and it is as blue as a pearl. Beyond the stars are endless giants of steel and iron, and many strange steel warships. Under the stars, dark clouds were thick, miasma and smoke, and there was not the slightest breath of the avenue. In the sea, there are steel cast fishing boats, and monsters that are 100 feet tall. There are birds in the sky made of steel. There are countless cities on the land, some deserted and some prosperous, all of which are full of houses, and the seats are towering into the sky. Each city was encased in a thick wall made of steel and stone. Outside the high walls, people wore light clothes and held all kinds of strange weapons in their hands. The weapon resembles a sword rather than a sword, like a bow rather than a bow, and can shoot countless tiny beads or beams of light in an instant. Fighting against endless hordes of corpses and behemoths.

At the end of the dream, countless steel giants beyond the stars suddenly raised their bows and crossbows in their hands and shot colorful beams of light towards Xia Xun.

With a burst of firelight, Xia Xun was awakened...

When I woke up, it was dawn.

His clothes were soaked with sweat, his face was pale and seeping, and he felt that his head was about to crack.

Xia Xun didn't think much about it, he just thought it was just a dream. Seeing that it was broad daylight outside the tent, it was difficult for him to sleep peacefully even if he was sleepy. So he picked up his towel and ran to the stream to take a cool shower, and washed away all the messy thoughts, and put all those strange things aside......

There's not much to say about the next day.

Bai Xiu still found an excuse early in the morning, threw all her work into Xia Xun's hands, and led Wulan to run away. Luo Jue, Xiahou and others continued to repeat yesterday's labor. There was no distraction, and everyone's movements were also much more neat, and in the evening, the 1,000 Kong Ming lanterns in the plan were basically completed, and they were just waiting to be dried. Xia Xun and the little monk respectively added fire oil to the lamp, while Du Shao took some small bags containing unknown powder and tied them to the wooden pocket containing the fire oil. Finally, they tied all the lanterns separately with rattan ropes and tied them to all the trunks of the dead woods.

At this point, Xia Xun's necessary preparations have been prepared.

All that's left is a slightly stronger southeast wind...