For three days in a row, Dugu Wushuang just locked himself in the back hall, drinking and singing constantly, as if he was going to die in a drunken dream in this life.

Ji Yan except for the time for cultivation, and in his spare time, he was arranged to accompany the holy maiden Youyun.

"Hey, Ji Yan, are you listening to me?" A wave of anger dragged Ji Yan back, looking at the woman in front of him, the fragrance of the courtyard was already dim, I don't know if Senior Sister is safe and sound now, by the way, and Senior Sister Yu, she should also use Zhongshan God's Inner Dan to reach the cultivation of the Dan Dao Period, right?

"Why don't you say Dugu Wushuang hasn't met me yet, he only knows that he drinks and sings alone. Youyun was innocent and cute, and came to Ji Yan, wanting to pinch Ji Yan's nose and tease him.

Ji Yan had long been helpless about the adjustment of the pair of jade hands in the past few days, moved his body backwards, avoided the other party's softness, turned to look at the building in the center, and stared for a moment.

"Wushuang may have something on his mind, maybe it has something to do with the letter that your master handed him over. ”

The green dress and the cherry blossom trunk behind him were close together, holding the cherry blossoms flying in the sky with one hand and supporting the cherry tree with the other, muttering:

"Yes, what did the master write to him, is he and the master just a master-apprentice relationship?"

Ji Yan stood not far away, heard the girl's whisper, became even more curious, took a step closer and asked:

"What didn't your master tell you?"

Youyun shook her head and replied lightly:

"The successive saints will only choose their successors after their deaths, and the successors must kneel down and worship the spirit card and recognize the former saints as their teachers, this is the rule of the Tower of Babel, how do I know what the deceased master will say to this senior brother. ”

When Ji Yan heard Youyun's explanation, he was full of curiosity about the Tower of Babel. What is the mystery of this Taoist holy place in the world, Tianjian Gate, Bagua Palace, and Xianfu Pavilion are inextricably linked with it, if you have the opportunity, you must go to Zhongzhou to visit the Tower of Babel.

Just as the two of them were talking about the matter of cultivation, they suddenly heard Dugu's voice in the distance.

"You two come to the back hall of the living room and meet me. ”

After that, there was no more sound, as if waiting patiently for them.

Youyun lightly flirted with the gauze skirt, stepping out of the jade foot, like a butterfly among the flowers, dancing forward. Ji Yan walked steadily and followed.

After a short time, the two came to the back hall, and there was no expected smell of wine, and there was no drunkard in disheveled clothes. Dugu Wushuang has a purple robe, a red ribbon tied behind his hair, and he is preparing the best tea. Next to the coffee table, a jade beast incense burner rose with bursts of aroma, and the people in front of him became more and more ethereal.

"What are you doing in a daze, sitting. Dugu Wushuang didn't look at the two of them, but still urged them to sit opposite the coffee table and carefully hone the tea ceremony.

It's just that when he poured tea to the two, it was his turn to be in a daze. Since coming to the city lord's mansion, Youyun saw that there were only Dugu Wushuang and Ji Yan, and the maid had also completed the task and returned to Zhongzhou to resume her life, so she took off the purple veil that covered her face. I didn't want to be seen by Dugu Wushuang today, so shocked that the tea spilled on the table.

Ji Yan sat aside, pretending to be tea, not daring to speak. When was Youyun stared at like this by the beautiful opposite sex, she was a little shy, but she was still a little angry, and said slightly angrily:

"Have you seen enough?"

Dugu Wushuang woke up from surprise, saw the tea spilled on the table, didn't mind, put down the purple clay pot, and said unexpectedly:

"No, take a few more looks. ”

"Poof......" Ji Yan, who was sitting on the side, squirted out the tea, that night he brazenly praised Youyun for his good looks, he already felt Meng Lang, he didn't want Wushuang to be more unscrupulous, and asked to take a few more looks, what a strange person!

Without waiting for Youyun to get angry, Dugu Wushuang shook his head with a smile.

"Like, too similar, but not ......"

"Hey, you're drunk and haven't woken up, are you?" Youyun couldn't bear the crazy person in front of her, and finally broke out.

Dugu Wushuang didn't answer her question, but moved the incense burner sprayed with clouds on the side, pointed to the statue, and didn't say a word.

Youyun looked along his arm, and was stunned for a moment.

"Ahh

Youyun was also stunned, looking at the stone statue, not knowing how to answer Dugu Wushuang.

"Her name is Long You, and she is my master. Dugu Wushuang sniffed the aroma of the tea, slowly drank it, and said slowly.

"Have you ever heard of the legend of a dream?"

Ji Yan and Youyun looked at each other for a moment, this ethereal thing that was circulated in ancient texts was known even to the dolls in the market.

Once upon a time, there was a talent named Lu Sheng, who encountered ups and downs, and repeatedly went to Beijing to take the exam, but the result was that he fell to Sun Shan. This year, he walked alone on the way to catch the exam, and unexpectedly met a wandering Taoist priest, the Lu Dao Chang saw that he had a fate with Lu Sheng, so he asked Lu Sheng what his wish was, Lu Sheng talked eloquently, and on the occasion of parting, Lu Daochang gave a porcelain pillow to Lu Sheng, saying that as long as he slept on it, his wish would come true. Lu Sheng came to an inn in doubt, and it was already evening, and the restaurant was cooking with smoke and cooking yellow rice. Lu Sheng unconsciously fell asleep leaning on the porcelain pillow.

Ji Yan wanted to continue the story again, but a jade hand covered his mouth. Youyun cleared her throat and put on an omniscient look.

Later, Lu Sheng went to Beijing to take the examination, but he was the top student in high school, and the official worshiped the household servant, and for another three years, he had outstanding political achievements, was honest and honest, and was promoted to the imperial doctor; he reported corrupt officials, rectified the officialdom, and in less than ten years, he was promoted to the prime minister of the dynasty, and one person was above 10,000 people. He has a full house of children and grandchildren, and his heirs are also in the officialdom, and he has lived to eighty years, and when he was about to die, he was unexpectedly awakened.

It turned out that Xiao Er, the inn where he was staying, saw that the yellow rice was cooked, and called Lu Sheng to eat. Lu Sheng sighed with emotion, it turned out that he had a dream, and he would look at it all his life.

Dugu Wushuang looked at the two people in front of him, and couldn't help but think that he was also a companion with his master back then, but now he ......

With a light sigh, he said to them:

"This is a secular legend, I have a dream of the monastic world, do you want to hear it?"

It turns out that there are such strange things in the cultivation world? The two looked at Dugu Wushuang, and the eyes of curiosity were like thorns, which made Dugu very uncomfortable.

There is a Dugu family, who have guarded a desolate city for generations, just for a promise from their ancestors. By the time it came to De Aman's generation, it was already a single line. Looking at the word "women's clothing" in front of him, the old city lord sighed in his heart. His son was born frail and sickly, and people said that his family was full of yang energy, and he needed to be nourished by yin energy so that the doll could live a long life. Therefore, Ah Man has been dressed as a daughter since he was a child, boys don't play with him, and girls think he is a fake girl, and he has been alone, and more than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The old city lord was getting more and more emaciated, and he was about to reach the limit, but he couldn't let go. He couldn't let go of his frail and sick son, and he couldn't let go of the family's oath to protect him for thousands of years. On his deathbed, a female Taoist priest came, saying that she had received the great favor of the Dugu family, and came to thank him and wanted to cultivate Aman in person. The old city lord personally saw the mana of the Taoist priest, and he fell asleep.

Unexpectedly, although Aman is soft on the outside, he is resolute and tenacious in his heart, and he refuses to worship as a teacher, although he is weak and sick, as the last man of the Dugu family, he must fulfill his oath and guard the city day and night. The female Taoist priest lamented that fate had not arrived, so she left a jade pillow and told her that as long as she slept on it all night while cooking yellow sorghum rice in the evening, her body would get better day by day, and then she walked away.

Although Ah Man did not have a good impression of this Taoist priest, he also knew that he was weak, and if he unfortunately died, he would be even more ashamed of his ancestors, so he would be suspicious, and according to the Taoist priest, he persisted for several years.

When the smoke rose, Aman came here again, this overgrown land, the four seasons are the same. Since Ah Man came here, he met a fairy sister, she didn't talk much, she just silently treated Ah Man, soaking his weak body with various world-famous medicinal herbs. For decades, Aman always complained that he was growing up slowly, and it had been decades, why was he still a child?

Ah Man knew that this was a dream, a dream that he had been doing for years. However, the dream was so real, and his body burst into vitality and strength after a few years. This time, he didn't soak in the medicine pool, looked at the fairy in white in front of him, and knelt down on his knees. Stubborn, he knelt down in front of someone other than his parents for the first time, thanking her for decades of care. The woman didn't pick him up, but smiled faintly at him.

"Since you kneel, then simply worship me as a teacher!"

The jade finger tapped his forehead, and a golden slick entered the Aman's Seal Hall, gradually disappearing.

Ah Man woke up, his mind was swollen and painful, and a complicated and obscure scripture appeared "The Golden Lotus Sutra of Life and Death of the Heavens". For the first time, he longed to be with the master of his dreams again, dreaming one night, ten years.

After he cultivated, he found out how much turmoil this jade pillow would cause in the world, and the cultivation of a night's dream realm was exchanged for ten years of accumulation, and he and she met and knew each other in a dream for nearly a hundred years. For the last time, he was reluctant in his heart, and Shizun just left a few words of goodbye, and then faded away in the dream.

Ah Man remembered the teachings of his master, and wanted to be a good man who stood on top of the sky and the earth and was unparalleled in the world, and from then on he was named Wushuang, and Yongzhen was frosty.

The white horse passes through the gap, and the sun and the moon are like a shuttle. Another hundred years have passed, and the extraordinary Dugu Wushuang is still waiting, waiting for the master's words to say goodbye, and he has also returned to his dream with the help of the jade pillow, but the world without her is difficult for a moment. He couldn't leave the city, but he wanted to find the face of his dreams. For many years, countless golden lotuses, carrying thoughts, fell from the top of the mountain and spread to the world.

After a song, his eyes were full of songs, and he had no sleep under the flowers, just for Qing to lose weight.

Finally, a woman stepped on the blue bird, accompanied by the sound of the sheng flute, and came to the cherry blossom tree.

A touch of sheng incense blows, and the dream comes true!

Dugu Wushuang carefully identified it, and it turned out that his master was the Taoist priest of that year, and his heart was moved.

The master and apprentice get together, but it is like a broken mirror and reunited.

Dugu Wushuang finally knew the master's name - Long You. The two of them renovated the dilapidated Frost City during the day, and talked about cultivating the truth in a dream at night. Gradually, Wushuang felt that he could no longer leave Longyou, and he was worried about not seeing him for a day.

"Master, Wushuang doesn't want to be your apprentice anymore......" Dugu Wushuang finally couldn't bear the torment.

"That day, I was just a child's play, you don't have to take it seriously!" Long You was still as innocent as he was many years ago.

"We ...... Can we be together like mandarin ducks for the rest of our lives?" As if he had mustered up enough courage, but he was afraid of losing his true feelings for hundreds of years for a moment, Dugu Wushuang stared at Long You and asked.

Long You didn't answer, but just dodged Wushuang's gaze in a panic, had no intention of cultivating, and returned to the house.

Three days of hard work is better than parting with three lives. Dugu Wushuang stood in front of the door, waiting persistently. But in exchange for a helpless sigh.

"Go back, I'...... I am your master and the holy lady of Babel...... I just hate fate for making people. ”

Wushuang is like five thunderbolts, a good sentence of fate makes people. She chose the righteousness of the world, but left herself alone and floating, you, so ruthless. Why is your way subject to the influence of the world? This night was the first time he was drunk, and he didn't understand, why did he part?

Finally, he revealed his thoughts to the world, but it was met with criticism and sarcasm. Immoral, insulting and holy, master and apprentice in love, nondescript...... All kinds of words pierced his heart, he saw Long You's helplessness, and also saw her tears. At that moment, everything was worth it, he walked in front of Long You, and under her surprised gaze, he knelt down helplessly, and said with tears in his eyes:

"Let's still be masters and apprentices, Master, Wushuang's heart hurts so much......"

Like bursting the embankment, Long You shed tears and threw himself into Dugu Wushuang's arms. At this moment, he thought he was dreaming of yellow sorghum, but everything was so real, even if it was a dream, he was satisfied......

In the end, hundreds of years of togetherness were cut off by the summons of the Tower of Babel. After Long You went back, he never came to Frost City again, and Dugu Wushuang was just drunk and dreamed of death among the flowers and plants planted by Long You.

......

After a long silence, there were two people in front of him, one clenched his fists and pondered, and the other had already burst into tears. Dugu Wushuang spread out the paper and threw himself on the coffee table that had already dried.

"Forget me!"

Looking at the three embroidered words, Dugu Wushuang squeezed out a wry smile and sighed:

"If I can forget you, do I still need to drink these hundreds of years of bitter wine? Even if it is a master and apprentice, I will endure it, as long as we can be together, but you are ......"

In the end, several people were silent in the unparalleled past, feeling that creation made people, but under this exaggerated appearance, there was a touching story hidden.

At night, Dugu Wushuang's mood improved, and the three of them said goodbye, but suddenly Youyun asked curiously:

"Hey, what's going on with that magical yellow jade pillow now?"

Dugu Wushuang turned his back to them, paused for a moment, and replied helplessly:

"Suddenly shattered ...... eighteen years ago"

You Yun couldn't believe it, and calculated carefully.

"Eighteen years ago, the previous saint just passed away......"