Chapter Seventy-Seven: I Thought of a Way
"Let's go to Ning Yu Danshi's dream first, and after the dream is shattered, maybe Tianwen Immortal Venerable will also follow the dream. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info" Ling Du said and looked at Bai Lian, who nodded, and tried to continue, "Tianwen Immortal Venerable said that it is best for those who enter the dream together to hold hands, so that they can also find each other when they enter the dream. ā
"It's simple. Bai Lian stretched out her hand and shook Ling Du's hand generously.
White Lotus's move surprised Ling Du, originally just trying to mention it, Ling didn't expect that the Sect Master of the Imperial Sword could also be so generous, the palm held by White Lotus suddenly had a warmth, and the warm current went straight to his heart, and that feeling was very good.
Ling Du took the hand of the Imperial Sword Sect Master, and before he began to enter the dream realm of the Condensing Yu Dan Master, he saw a light in front of him, and with a bang, he turned around and saw that Tianwen Immortal Venerable had appeared.
Tianwen Immortal Venerable stood up straight and walked over, he looked a little tired, but he still did not lose Immortal Venerable.
"Immortal Venerable!" the Imperial Sword Sect Master hurriedly gave Tianwen Immortal Venerable a polite immortal salute.
Immortal Venerable bowed his hand to indicate that he didn't have to salute, and then looked at Ling Du and said, "You stinky boy brought out the Imperial Sword Sect Master, isn't it?"
"Thank you Tianzun for the compliment. Ling Du said.
Tianwen Immortal Venerable called Ling Du a stinky boy, which is enough to show that Tianwen Immortal Venerable still likes Ling Du more, of course the Sect Master of the Imperial Sword can hear it, she smiled and said: "Even more Hu Huhua and Ye Lin appeared, and Senior Brother Ling also injured Ye Lone." ā
"Well, that's good!" Tianwen Immortal Venerable looked at Ling Du and nodded with satisfaction.
"Immortal Venerable, sect master, don't praise me. It's not because the wild silence has relaxed its vigilance, and it is the opponent of the wild silence to beat me one-on-one. Ling Du said.
"Ning Yu Dan Master is too deep in a dream. I had to come back first. Tianwen Immortal Venerable looked at the green cup on the crystal stone platform and said, "The green cup has to be placed here first, and we will continue to go up to the sixth floor." ā
"Is it safe for the Immortal Venerable Green Cup to be placed here?" asked Ning Yu Dan Master.
Tianwen Immortal Venerable said: "You can rest assured that this is absolutely safe." If you don't have a spiritual creature that competes with the power of the fairy cup, you can only dream if you want to take away the green cup. ā
The Edgeworth Sect Master nodded in understanding.
Next, Ling Du, Bai Lian followed Tianwen Immortal Venerable to the space on the sixth floor of the White Demon Tower.
There was a cyan cup on the crystal stone platform, and when Ling Du, Tianwen, and Bai Lian approached the cup, the cup suddenly moved and changed into three.
"How did this become three?" Ling Du asked for the first time seeing such a scene.
"Then put all three away. "Tianwen Immortal Venerable is also the first time to see such a scene.
Ling Du heard Tianwen Immortal Venerable's order, reached out and picked up a cyan cup, just wanted to merge with the white cup on his body, and with a shake of his hand, the cup was gone.
When Tianwen Immortal Venerable and the Imperial Sword Sect Master saw this scene, they both had questions on their faces, and they picked up the remaining two cups respectively, and before they could observe, the same hand was gone.
Ling Du walked on the path home of the Terran Ling family tribe, and thought that he had really returned home.
Mother Fang Wu was doing needlework at the door, and when she saw Ling Du coming back, she hurriedly got up and greeted her, "Son, you are back, you must be hungry, hurry up and wash your hands and go to eat, mother has made your favorite dish for you." ā
"Uh-huh!" Ling was not hungry, but now his stomach began to growl, put down the big basket behind him, washed his hands and rushed into the house.
As soon as I entered the house, I smelled the aroma of food, a few greens and two flatbreads, and a bowl of fairy grass leaf soup. Ling Du sat down, and Fang Wu also walked in and sat down at the dinner table.
"Mother. Ling Du leaned over to Fang Wu for a while, and sat down against Fang Wu.
"Mother, I don't think I've eaten with you for a long time. I miss you so much. Ling Du looked at the food in front of him, and an infinite sense of intimacy welled up in his heart.
"Silly boy, don't you see your mother every day. Hurry up and eat, it's going to be cold. Fang Wu smiled and said, "By the way, Mother added a taste of herbs to the fairy grass leaf soup today. ā
"What medicine?" Ling Du picked up the immortal herb soup and smelled it, it did taste weird.
"Snake Heart!" Fang Wu said.
Isn't the snake heart grass just a poisonous weed? Ling Du was taken aback, "Why does Mother add snake heart grass to the soup?"
"Don't ask why, drink it. Fang Wu looked at Ling Du and said solemnly.
Ling Du had never seen his mother have such a serious face, "But my mother's soup is already poisonous." ā
"If you don't drink it, your mother will drink it. Fang Wu said with a serious face.
"But Mother, this soup is really poisonous!" Ling knew that this snake heart fruit was the most common knowledge of a poisonous weed in the world.
"Then the mother will drink. Fang Wu snatched the soup bowl from Ling Du's hand and was about to drink it.
"No, you can't. Ling Du hurriedly pushed the soup bowl in Fang Wu's hand, and most of the soup was spilled on the ground.
"If you don't drink it, your mother has to drink it. Fang Wu said decisively.
"That's good, I'll drink. Ling Du took the soup bowl and drank the remaining soup in the soup bowl.
Before the bowl was put down, he felt a pain coming from his abdomen, "Why does Mother want to be like this?" Ling was puzzled, there was indeed a snake heart fruit in the soup bowl.
Fang Wu smiled without saying a word, and said slowly after a long time: "I didn't expect you to really choose to drink it yourself." ā
Ling Du was already sweating profusely in pain, and fell to the ground unsupportively, Ling Du still didn't understand why his mother was like this?
Fang Wu's face suddenly turned into Hu Huhua, who laughed and said, "I didn't expect you to love your mother so much." ā
"It turned out to be Hu Huhua's trick. When Ling Du felt that he was about to die, his feet suddenly shook as if he were stepping into the air, and he returned to the space on the sixth floor of the White Demon Tower.
Looking at the space on the sixth floor of the White Demon Tower, Ling Du finally suddenly realized, he had just entered his own dream, if he hadn't drunk the poisonous soup in the dream, he would have died, and he wouldn't have been able to come back now.
Ling Du figured out that he had just entered his dream, and only by dying in the dream could he return to reality.
At that time, the Imperial Sword Sect Master and Tianwen Immortal Venerable, who had entered the sixth-layer space at the same time as him, must have also entered their dreams, hoping that they would be able to return to reality from their dreams as soon as possible. Ling Du thought like this, and looked around at the sixth-layer space.
Ling Du found that there was a crystal stone platform on the top floor of the sixth-floor space, and there was a cyan cup on the stone platform, but this cup and the stone platform were upside down, and they couldn't be seen at all if they didn't look up.
It's a pity that I don't know how to soar clouds or know how to fly with a sword, otherwise I would definitely be able to fly to the top floor to see what is going on.
It would be nice if she could fly, and when she thought of flying, she thought of the book spirit, which had been hidden in her sleeve, and this time she was so obedient that she didn't fly if she didn't tell her.
"Shuling!" Ling Du patted his sleeve and said.
"Little master, can you tell me first, is this a dream or reality?" said the book spirit's voice.
"Of course it's a reality. It's back on the sixth floor of the White Demon Tower. Ling Du said, in this way, the book spirit did not come out because it was impossible to distinguish between dream and reality.
"My book spirit is still in the sleeve of your master, the sleeve covers the head and is surrounded by darkness, and the dream and reality have nothing to do with the book spirit. Shuling said.
"I need your help now. Ling Du said.
As soon as Shu Ling heard that the little master needed his help, he immediately flew out, "How can I help the little master?" ā
Ling Du pointed to the green cup above the top floor and said, "Can you take that green cup down?"
"Simple. The book spirit flew towards the top floor, but the green cup was so heavy that the thumb-sized book spirit couldn't hold it at all.
"The little master Shuling underestimated the green cup, and he really couldn't hold it. Shu Ling flew down and said helplessly.
What should I do then? Ling Du grabbed his head and thought about it, if he went to the fifth-layer space and pulled Peng Lian'er back to reality from her dream, the green cup in front of him would definitely be able to be taken down with the Tengyun Technique.
At the moment, neither the Sect Master of the Imperial Sword nor the Tianwen Immortal Venerable have returned to reality, and I don't know if they are trapped in their own dreams or in other people's dreams. Thinking of this, Ling Du quickly rushed to the space on the fifth floor with the book spirit.
The green cup in the fifth-floor space of the White Demon Tower is still there, and what Tianwen Immortal Venerable said is not wrong, no one will easily touch the green cup, either being brought to a dream or entering someone else's dream.
Ling Du looked at the cup for a while before finding Peng Lian'er's dream, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, a bright light disappeared.
In front of the pond full of lotus flowers, a little girl was crying over a broken wooden sword, and she was crying so sadly that her cuffs were already wet with tears.
The aggrieved voice made people uncomfortable to hear.
"Little girl, don't cry, can you tell my brother what's wrong with you?"
The lotus flowers by the pond bloomed just right, swaying in the breeze, and all this beautiful scenery was made unbeautiful by the little girl's crying. The little girl cried even more when she held the broken wooden sword in her hand.
"Can the little girl tell my brother what's wrong with you?" Ling Du had already walked in front of the little girl, squatted down and asked carefully.
The little girl lifted her tearful cheeks, pushed away the person in front of her, took the broken wooden sword and turned to run.
Because Ling was defenseless, he was pushed by the little girl and almost collapsed, but Ling Du looked at the little girl's face and understood that the little girl he saw outside the green cup after Peng Lian'er fell asleep was Peng Lian'er when he was a child.
Aren't the dreams under the fairy cup all love and beauty, why does Peng Lian'er cry?
Ling Du followed the little girl's steps with questions.
The little girl wept and walked up to a young woman, who picked up the little girl and said something with a smile.
Although Ling couldn't hear what the young woman was saying, from the changes in the expressions of the young woman and the little girl, he knew that the young woman must be saying something in a very gentle tone.
The little girl stopped crying, and followed the young woman to a courtyard full of wood, and the young woman found a piece of wood and sharpened it into a wooden sword with the real saber beside her. The little girl took it in her hand and smiled happily.
Ling Du stood aside and watched for a long time, and finally understood why Peng Lian'er wanted to join the Imperial Sword Sect in the first place, she had loved swords since she was a child, but she added the Tengyun Sect. That young woman should be Peng Lian'er's mother, Ling Du guessed.
In fact, it was easy to shatter Peng Lian'er's dream, Ling Du smiled and thought of a way.