Legend has it that cultivators above the golden pill have no dreams at all.

Because dreams are a chaotic combination of chaotic thoughts. The existence of dreams means restlessness and true qi. It means that dormancy is inadequate, and precious energy is wasted on meaningless delusions. A cultivator who is completely capable of controlling his body cannot and does not allow his body to be disordered. Dreams are nipped in the bud when they are first conceived.

There is no upside-down dream, which is the ideal sleeping state for a cultivator.

Fathers don't have dreams.

Although he once had the dream of overturning the big boss of Nangong to dominate the East China Sea, and had the dream of spending his old age in Baiyun Township, those were all actions that he really carried out, not meaningless and goalless dreams.

And I have dreams.

I often dream about things that are unrealistic, absurd. When you wake up, you will drool, lose sperm, and cry.

For this reason, he was often slapped by his father, and I don't know if the little report was beaten by Murong Zhi or Bendo.

-- The most taboo in the practice of internal strength is the reversal of eating and lying up, and the delusional dreams in shallow sleep are the major taboos in the cultivation of internal strength. A qualified practitioner can easily fall into a deep sleep and recuperate with the highest efficiency in three hours without any distractions. Top-qualified internal martial artists can even continue to cultivate internal martial arts while sleeping, and this perverted realm is called "inability to be thoughtless". The efficiency of this kind of demonic practice is three times that of the same level, because the will of others cannot force one's own body to cultivate automatically while sleeping and eating.

I don't lack internal qualifications, and if I follow the Confucian method of centering, I can also deliberately achieve deep sleep. But I know that I am by no means the kind of top-notch internal genius, I can't be so wooden, so persistent, and so natural.

I'm a man of many hearts.

I can't let go of my love for dreaming.

This is a real obstacle to my internal cultivation, and I can't accept a sleep without spring dreams or battles.

And now I can't bear to give up dreaming.

Now I can only see my parents in my dreams.

This time my upside-down dream was very vivid and very long.

Because I saw my father and mother in a dream.

They don't have the wolf bèi they looked like yesterday when they died tragically.

His father's age was the heroic appearance of more than ten years ago, when his hair was not completely bald, his waist was crossed by a golden sword, and he was tied with a jade belt, looking like an upstart.

My mother was a young woman who had just become a mother, and she was still silent, and she still followed my father for me. She is wearing plain clothes and embroidered with a peony, which is still the fun of the official ladies from the imperial capital.

She touched my five-year-old head—I shaved the drooping hair of a five-year-old child—that is, shaved my hair, leaving only a strand of hair on my head—I couldn't bear it!

Begonia flowers fell in the courtyard, and the rich fragrance of flowers choked me.

It is the begonia flower of Guangling City, a hidden courtyard we bought there.

"Drink some wine and go to the cold. ”

I poured a glass of wine into my five-year-old stomach (I was fifteen and a half years old, but my body in the dream was five years old, a five-year-old child was poured with strong alcohol, is there any mistake!, and I was choked by pollen, not a cold!)

"Kong'er, we're going to send you to cultivate immortals. Dad was going to send it to you personally, but the fairy chief said that it was insincere. In the future, the path of cultivating immortals will depend on yourself, and you must start from the first step out of this house. ”

-- Cultivating immortals?-- Hey, mother, didn't you say that you were going to start teaching me to read the books of the sages, and to tell me better stories every day—Hey, Dad, didn't I follow you to practice my muscles and become a pirate? Why did you send me away?

"I don't want it!"

In fact, I am still eager to try cultivating immortals in my heart, and at the age of fifteen, I already know how nagging and boring the sages of Confucianism are, and I can no longer dream when I practice martial arts to the depths of my internal strength. Cultivating immortals can fly, can be doppelgangers (one practices for me by himself, and the other goes out to play), and can be invisible (peeking at girls taking a bath)...... There are so many fun places, and it is said that only genius can be cultivated and succeeded—isn't genius synonymous with me?

But I decided to say "no" in my dream, because it was obviously impossible for me to have such a perception when I was five years old in the dream. And once I say "go", will the dream end forever and my father and mother will never appear again—even in a dream?

"Hmph!" the father in the dream made a big face, "This is for your kid's good, he has become a disciple of the immortal chief, and he will be inexhaustible in the future!

Mother hugged me,

"Men will leave their parents after all. Besides, you have a fairy fate, so you have to take advantage of this opportunity. In a world of five turbidity and evil like ours, only cultivating immortals is the best future. ”

She kissed me down,

"In Xianshan Kong'er, you will meet other partners, and you will not be lonely. As long as you think about your mother once in a while, it's fine. ”

A strange hand pulled me away from my mother's arms.

"Yuan Jiankong, you came from where you came, now you are going!"

Both the five-year-old me and the fifteen-year-old me in the dream were shocked:

Fifteen-year-old me knew that there could be no things or people in my dreams that I hadn't seen, and at five, I trembled with fear of the living.

I've never met him!

I couldn't see the man's face, but I could clearly feel the cold of the hand that cut off the universe.

I have a hunch that once I am pulled away, I will be separated from my parents forever!

Both of me screamed at the same time.

"No, I'm not going anywhere! I'm with my parents for a day when they're there. ”

"Sole!" my mother suddenly hugged me tightly, her nails digging deep into my flesh, preventing me from being pulled away by that cold hand.

"Husband, please let the immortal chief spare it!" she shouted back.

The father knelt down and kowtowed to the stranger. I've never seen him do this, even to the father of Nangong's big boss. The things in my dreams went against my daily perceptions.

"That's fine. You need to know that there is no escape from what is fateful!"

The man's hand was gone with the wind.

My heart was a little wider, and suddenly my eyes lit up, and there seemed to be a silver sword shining on the Luoying Ping in the courtyard.

I was already a famous horse and a famous sword, and my five-year-old body broke free from my mother's arms and jumped down to pick up the sword.

The sword was as light as nothing, and spider silk was no match for it, but the tip of the sword shone brightly, and I instinctively felt that anything in front of it had lost its material thickness.

The front edge of the sword is engraved with eight tadpole characters, all of which I don't know, and the reverse edge of the sword is engraved with three ancient seals, which I am familiar with -- isn't this "made by cyclamen"? Ah, this is the silver snake sword I threw into the sea, how did I meet it in a dream!

-- The icy waters flooded over my head, just like yesterday in the ocean!

"It's time to get up. ”

A sharkskin boot was kicking me in the head.

"Which dead thing dares to kick me!"

I rolled and jumped up as a carp wiped the salt crystals from my eyelids. Probably when I was dreaming, my body was still crying, the tears were wet and dry, dry and wet, and my face was almost a saltfield.

Murong Zhi looked at the time on his pocket watch and said,

"The injury is lighter than mine, but I sleep longer than me, and I still have fourteen days to survive. Give up the bed to Honda. Remember to change the guard on time, not an example. ”

"Can you think about my feelings?!"

"When we arrived on land, we had time to hold a funeral for my father-in-law and his wife. What I have to do now is to save my life, and it is the right thing to think about how to drive this little sailboat to Baiyun Township. ”

Murong Zhi thought for a moment and handed me a bowl of broth.

"It's not tasty. But it must be drunk in its entirety. My command. ”

As she put it, it's literally unpalatable. In order to maintain my pride, I endured it without vomiting and put the broth into my stomach.

"What is it made of? There is no meat reserve on board. ”

"Just now I was cleaning the cabin and counting the supplies, and I found a nest of rats, probably escaped to the sailboat during the chaos of the building ship. I made all of them into soup. You, me, and Honda each have a bowl. ”

Luckily, I asked after eating.

"For the next four hours, you go to the front ship to take the helm, and I will control the sails. The wind direction changed a little, and if you didn't grasp it well, you would deviate from the course. ”

In my experience, Murong Zhi has always been a person with no sense of humor, and what is unlucky is what is unlucky. Now that she's in a bad tone, I don't think she's going to turn around and joke.

"May I ask, how heavy are your injuries?"

That's the last question I'd like to confirm.

Murong Zhi frowned, wrapped the corner of the bandage around her chest, and I saw the black chaste-like wound lying hideously over her mutton fat-like cleavage, the wound caused by the highly poisonous serrated double knife - I was under the impression that this was Oda's weapon.

- She's still alive?!

"The Murong family has an anti-poison physique, and after the medicine is applied, it can temporarily suppress the poison for half a month. ”

She's not kidding.