From this dream, Jiang Jiutian knew his identity in the dream, a mechanic, the best mechanic.

Jiang Jiutian had no idea what a mechanic was and what it meant to be a mechanic. Literally, it should be like an alchemist, a talisman maker, a formation master, and a refiner in the cultivation realm, a kind of ministry or a specialty, but even if there is an analogy in terms of attribution, the so-called mechanic is completely different from the various ministries in the cultivation realm. The principle is completely different. The forces are completely different. The system is completely different. In short, it's completely different.

For example, the silver alloy mechanical snake, it can move freely, obviously not because of some kind of spell attached to it, its power source is obviously not from mana, and the technology required to make it is obviously self-contained. And if you don't compare it with the cultivation realm, think about the mortal realm, then you can't find anything similar to it. It's impossible for a dead thing to move as freely as a living thing.

The huge house that Jiang Jiutian had dreamed of before, the strangely shaped huge structures and all kinds of small objects that filled the room, the wider field outside the house and the behemoths parked on the ground, also appeared in this dream.

Jiang Jiutian knew that those huge structures and various objects were mechanical or semi-finished products or tool materials, and knew that the house itself, the site outside the house and the behemoths on the site were actually mechanical creations, and knew that everything was not only the place where he worked in his dream, but also the works produced by his own work, and also his own property in his dream.

Jiang Jiutian still didn't know the specific names of the various things in his dream, and he didn't seem to need to know. For him in his dreams, everything is taken for granted and self-explanatory, just as in reality he takes everything he experiences for granted and self-evident. What is what, what to do with what, how to do it, everything seems to have been engraved into the bone marrow, and there is no need to go through the brain through thoughts, it is naturally known, and it is naturally done. What's more, what Jiang Jiutian who is dreaming about wants is completely unable to pass on to Jiang Jiutian in his dream, maybe even if he can pass it on, it won't be able to cause the slightest impact.

How much is really taken for granted in this world? Maybe not much. Maybe not even that. Before seeing all the things on this side of the cultivation realm, Jiang Jiutian never dreamed that things in this world could be like this.

Jiang Jiutian seemed to be able to think while dreaming, although he also clearly knew that when he woke up, he probably didn't remember much about this dream, and he couldn't remember what he was thinking in his dream at all.

Jiang Jiutian was wondering, is this Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterflies, or is it the butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou? Could it be the Jiang Jiutian who played with the little silver mechanical snake, because he was always too lonely with all kinds of cold machinery day after day, so he fantasized about a Jiang Jiutian, who was born in a small mountain village, had a loving father and mother, met a friend who had a deed, cultivated magical fairy methods, and lived a life of all kinds? Is it possible that the reality he thinks is just a fantasy and a dream of him?

Thinking of this, Jiang Jiutian was very interested, he didn't want to explore all kinds of strangeness in the dream at all, he just wanted to wake up quickly. Fortunately, when he wanted to wake up, he woke up immediately. And that dream, as he expected, faded quickly. He knew all the clarity of the dream, but he couldn't restore that clarity in his mind.

Jiang Jiutian came to the courtyard and sensed that his father and mother and Li Feng were cultivating diligently in their respective rooms. The full moon in the sky is clear, the stars are sparse and the clouds are light, and the moonlight is very bright, if you take a book and read it under the moon, even if you don't cultivate it for ordinary eyesight, you should be able to see it clearly.

Jiang Jiutian jumped on the treetops, raised his eyes and looked around, the peaks were gloomy, but occasionally there were patches of floating fluorescents, dotted with stars, and they were also very beautiful. The calm and tranquil beauty washed away the slightest restlessness in his chest, and he couldn't help but let out a long breath. In the country legend, there is an infinite cycle of life and death, and what appears in the dream will be his previous life? Maybe he drank too little Meng Po soup before he was reincarnated. The application of that kind of machinery seems to be much more sophisticated than that of the mortal realm, and it is a bit incomparable with the cultivation realm...... Maybe it's not his past life, it's his next life? If it's an afterlife, I'm afraid it will have to be many, many future lives after reincarnation. Or maybe it has nothing to do with reincarnation in the past life or something, it's simply another world, and there is another Jiang Jiutian in that world, living a different life.

In any case, Jiang Jiutian didn't believe that everything in the dream had no specific source, and he didn't believe that he could make up such a dream by himself with his experience in this life. At the moment, he can't think of any help or damage to his actual life from the things in his dreams, and it doesn't seem to have any effect. But there was one thing that Jiang Jiutian clearly knew, knowing that there was such a dream, which in itself had already made his state of mind very different. Not to mention anything else, at least, in the days he loves, there is always a corner of his heart that is separated from the sidelines. There's nothing wrong with that. Yes, nothing bad.

Jiang Jiutian thought of the so-called mechanic again. Compared to alchemists, talisman makers, array masters, and refiners, it seems to be a little similar to a refiner. The so-called machinery is not all kinds of utensils. According to Li Yidong, refiners mainly refine magic weapons, and when they reach the advanced level, they will refine magic weapons, and the main ones they refine are offensive or defensive weapons. There is no way, many monks are aggressive, murder and treasure robbery incidents are frequent, saving their lives is the first place, and this cannot be transcended in the cultivation world. Mechanics, on the other hand, don't seem to be making weapons.

Jiang Jiutian thought that he should be interested in refining weapons, but so far there seemed to be no sign of this. Since entering Xiaoqingyunmen, what he is most curious about is actually the platform where the paper crane landed in the first place and the gatehouse square where the crane came out to pick it up.

According to Li Yidong - uh, in fact, Li Yidong is not very clear, Li Yidong also heard about it, it is said that the platform mountain wall, it seems to be a token to shake a big hole to appear, in fact, the teleportation array is opened, and the gatehouse square is already at the other end of the teleportation array, and it is actually thousands of miles away from the platform. And that gatehouse square is actually the entrance to the sect's guard array. It is said that the teleportation array and the guard array were both handed down by the ancestors, and the most precious and precious things in the entire Xiaoqingyun Gate were actually these two things.