Since Jiang Dazhuang and Geng Feihua were able to draw qi into their bodies for cultivation, Jiang Jiutian's family of three was very excited every day, and they were happy to practice.

But at least for the time being, you can't eat or drink when you practice, and your life has to go on in the daily trivial stuff. Jiang Dazhuang still goes to work in the mountain goods store every day, and Jiang Jiutian still goes to the school every day. In addition to washing and cleaning up at home, Geng Feihua occasionally makes more small cakes, including fine grains, coarse grains, sweet and salty ones, which are served in bamboo baskets and carried around the market noodles to sell to those who rush to the market to make snacks and subsidize the family.

It's not that there are no benefits that manifest themselves right now. For example, Jiang Dazhuang, although his body is still stout, he can do his work more and more briskly and dexterously, clean up bulky and large objects without effort, tidy up the bits and pieces of small things in an orderly manner, his feet are not hard, his brain is also clear, what to do first and then what to do, what is the most appropriate time, and he knows it well. If it weren't for the scruples of not behaving badly and behaving to finish the work, as if the pillar had no work to do, he could do it alone. When it comes to dealing with people, Jiang Dazhuang is also a little delicate in this regard. Now the work in the shop seemed to him to be fun, so he stopped a little as soon as he did it, and when he noticed that the pillar was inconvenient, he stepped forward in time to help, and when no one came in the shop, he divided his mind and tried to draw air, and ran for a few weeks.

And Geng Feihua, in addition to being handy at home and not tired at all, I don't know if it is because her perception is much sharper, the control of the heat is in place, and the grasp of the smell is also more meticulous, whether it is the three meals she makes every day, or the various small cakes she occasionally makes to sell on the market, the taste is much better than before. Not to mention anything else, now that I saw her appear in the market, the people who rushed to the market soon came around, and they could buy all the small cakes in a short time, and said that she did too little, and the number of times she came to the market was too small, so she should make more and sell small cakes on the market.

Not to mention Jiang Jiutian. Now that his cultivation is getting better, he no longer stays in the school when he goes to the school, and he doesn't even stay in the courtyard of the school many times, but directly in the courtyard of Li Fengna next door. He and Li Feng either talked about miscellaneous experiences, or talked about their recent experiences, or they simply cultivated silently. Most of what Li Feng said Jiang Jiutian listened to, and most of what he learned was that Jiang Jiutian said Li Feng listened. Even according to Jiang Jiutian's previous new discovery, Jiang Jiutian and Li Feng also tried to see if they could draw qi to each other for each other's Zhou Xing operation, but in the end they failed. Probably the same blood is also different from the others in terms of practice, and there are some special effects that cannot be replaced by others, or it has nothing to do with whether they have relatives or not, but their cultivation skills are not enough, and they don't know the various methods to apply.

In addition to the two of them in Li Feng's courtyard, there are always ear-scratching bolts, as well as Mr. Wang, who comes over as long as he has free time. In fact, Shuzi and Wang Fuzi no longer expect to enter the door of cultivation, but in addition to the thought that it is not harmful to listen to it more, or there may be any benefit, it is also that they are familiar with each other, and they are only used as a pastime together.

Such a small day can't help but say that it's quite pleasant. However, as he practiced for a long time, Jiang Jiutian gradually had a small trouble, which he didn't take seriously at first, but as it was repeated day by day, he couldn't help but think about it secretly in his heart.

Jiang Jiutian began to dream. It's not that he didn't dream before, but he didn't remember the dream he had when he woke up, so what is the difference between dreaming and not dreaming?

The dream he had was clear, at least until he woke up. Even after he woke up, he felt that the dream was very clear, and although he didn't remember the coherent plot anymore, he remembered that clarity.

He remembered the huge gold-like structures—they were gold-like, because when he looked at the luster of the texture, he could only think of gold, silver, copper, iron, and the like, but they were clearly not any kind of gold, silver, copper, and iron, so smooth and shiny, that people couldn't believe that they could be made by man;

He remembered the dense array of objects of all sizes, hanging from the floor, on the shelves, and even on the roof—he didn't know any of them, and he didn't know what to call them, except to call them. He also had no idea what these objects, big and small, were for.

The huge gold-like structures and all sorts of objects of unknown purpose reappeared in his dreams for a long time. The picture is often fixed on a specific object, two slender and pale hands holding strange utensils, moving around on that object, and then the object will magically change into another object.

The room in which the gold-like structures and dense objects are located is also strange and large, because it is filled with huge gold-like structures and all kinds of objects, it does not appear empty, and it is impossible to see the materials used to build the house, and it seems that it is sealed and there is no gap in the wall, but a square hole like a door suddenly appears on the wall. The gold structures and some of the objects were like living creatures, going in and out of the doorway that suddenly appeared.

The scene in the dream is not confined to the interior, either. Outside the house, there are rows of other rooms, and there is a vast field, the ground of the site is unusually smooth and flat, and there are lines of different colors on the ground, and the straightness and roundness of the lines have reached the limit, I don't know how to draw them. There are some behemoths parked on the field, and I don't know how they are assembled, but the most incredible thing is that this behemoth sometimes suddenly flies!

Those behemoths are not all the same style, some are round like huge eggs, and there are no wings at all, how can they fly?

Whether it is from his father and mother, from the prince's son Li Feng, or from other places, all kinds of strange stories and legends, Jiang Jiutian can't find the source of the scene he dreamed of. It's so detailed, so realistic that it's like it's real.

But from Qingyun Village to Qingyun Town, from Qingyun Mountain to Qingyun Mountain, as long as your head is not crazy, you know that such a thing will never exist. Not to mention the objects themselves, but the texture of those objects is unseen and unheard of. How can I dream about it?

Every time Jiang Jiutian woke up, he was confused, and he couldn't help but feel a little lost because of the fading of the dream.