The day of going to Hanyuan City is getting closer and closer, Jing Fei spends almost all of his time on the Dream Devouring Butterfly Pattern in addition to the normal practice of opening the pulse, but the Dream Devouring Butterfly Pattern is too mysterious, and what Jing Fei has used all his means to gain is some fleeting and ethereal fantasy pictures, there are cities, mountains, deserts, people and demons that Jing Fei is familiar with, and there are also Tiangong Feique Qionglou Yuyu, Abyss Hell Evil Ghost Shura, and strange demons and demons that Jing Fei suspected......

Jing Fei guessed that the latter was likely to be a scene in the void dream woven by the Dream Devouring Butterfly, all the creativity comes from the cognition in reality, maybe these things really exist, but they are limited to qualifications and insight, maybe they are really woven out of nothing, after all, everything will happen in this mysterious world, and since Jing Fei came to this world, there are not a few things that have broken his previous cognition.

After nearly a month of groping, Jing Fei finally had some experience, not that Jing Fei had a poor understanding, but that the dream illusion was already mysterious, plus the Dream Devouring Butterfly was an ancient xenomorph, and the research on the Dream Devouring Butterfly in the cultivation world was too scarce, and in the final analysis, Jing Fei lacked knowledge in this Dao.

It was a ruined city, the wind gusted in the wide open gate, it gave people the feeling of approaching the ghost gate, the windows and doors on the street creaked, the broken lanterns rolled back and forth in the wind, and occasionally the shadow of evil appeared in the street, but when you wanted to look closely, it disappeared, there were no living people, no dead people, even a bug was difficult to find, and the whole city was empty as if walking in a ghost domain.

This kind of illusion derived from the dream-devouring butterfly pattern Jing Fei is not the first time to see, so Jing Fei has to enter the illusion alone in the form of a dream, walking on the empty street to feel the vicissitudes and sorrows of the dry city, stroking the wooden signboard diagonally at the door to feel the annual rings of the years, suddenly Jing Fei felt that something was peeping at him, and suddenly turned his head to see only a black afterimage captured behind an archway.

Jing Fei felt that the shadow was the key to this city, the whereabouts of the black shadow were mysterious, coming and going like the wind, and often Jing Fei disappeared before he got close, and the blood burning needle, talismans, spells, fists, and consciousness suppression, after continuous attempts, he finally caught the mysterious black shadow.

The black shadow is like a cloud of humanoid smoke, surrounded by endless darkness, when Jing Fei caught the black shadow, the black shadow was distorted for a while, and then suddenly exploded, at the same time, Zhihai was suddenly shocked with more information, spread out his palm and saw that there was an extra hollow rune in the palm of his hand, this rune has no specific eyes, and can only judge some wonderful uses from the information just obtained, Jing Fei closed his palm and spread it out again, and the rune has disappeared.

Jing Fei sat cross-legged on the bed in the house, at noon Aunt Li came to Jing Fei's door and knocked on the door, and when she saw no movement, she turned around and beckoned the three children in the courtyard to eat.

Three days later, Jing Fei opened his eyes from the meditation, and the moment he opened his eyes, there was a black curtain in his eyes, and there was a lonely city looming in the depths of the black curtain, and a faint black figure on the head of the city stopped and looked, and the black figure was faintly gathered and scattered as if it was integrated with the entire city.

There is nothing in the room that shines and does not fall into darkness, the only difference is that there is a feeling of vicissitudes, it is the gap of history, the loneliness of the passage of time, it is the difficulty of finding a soulmate, it is isolation......

At the moment when Jing Fei opened his eyes, Zhang Jingchang in the courtyard suddenly felt a chill in his back, turned his head to look at Jing Fei's room, and through the carved window lattice, Zhang Jingchang saw a twilight as thick as mist, dead air, and even a kind of despair.

"What the hell is this kid doing?"

Zhang Jingchang muttered.

After a long time, the dark curtain in Jing Fei's eyes closed and turned clear.

"A good time is for the city, and it is ten thousand years. ”

"Knock knock. ”

There was a knock on the door, and it was Aunt Li who came to call for dinner.

Jing Fei responded and rubbed his somewhat stiff legs, got out of bed, washed, opened the door, and the sun shone into the room and shone warmly on his body.

Out of the door, everyone sat down at the table and waited for the meal to start, Zhang Jingchang looked Jing Fei up and down for a while and didn't see anything, Li Huaide hugged Li Sanqiu and said with envy:

"Good practice, I don't have to eat for ten days and half a month, saving trouble and food!"

Aunt Li walked out of the kitchen with the food, glared at the man, and scolded with a smile:

"You still want to practice at this point, pull it down!"

Immediately provoked a burst of laughter in the courtyard.

For Aunt Li's family, it is commonplace, but for Jing Fei and Zhang Jingchang, it is a little more restrained, the source of this restraint is lying in Aunt Li's arms at this time, looking at Jing Fei expressionlessly, Jing Fei, who had just sat down, suddenly felt that his scalp was numb like sitting on pins and needles, raised his head and glanced at Li Sanqiu with a stiff smile, and this glance made Jing Fei understand the reason for the pressure and dissatisfaction.

Li Sanqiu didn't speak, and there was no expression on his face, but Jing Fei Ren Ran could clearly understand a meaning:

"You have a big face, I have to invite you to dinner?"

This is not the information obtained from Li Sanqiu's facial expressions or eyes, nor is it the transmission and heart voice that Jing Fei heard, this method is clearer than the transmission, more mysterious than the voice of the heart, Jing Fei is worried and helpless intertwined, so he has to change tricks and keep praising Aunt Li's delicious food.

After lunch, Jing Fei strolled through the lively streets, rubbing smooth bluestone streets, white walls and black tiles and auspicious beasts climbing, stone bridges were half-filled with smoke and rain, and the smiles of pedestrians and hawkers were full of enthusiasm and sincerity.

Jing Fei used to like the town with the ancient charm of the south of the Yangtze River, the light rain was dripping, the oil-paper umbrella was gently swirling, and the two of them snuggled up to each other under the umbrella......

Nowadays, the ancient charm of the ancient town is always there, but it lacks the gentleness of the Nayi people.

Unconsciously walked to the door of Wenjun Pavilion, Wenjun Pavilion is always full all year round, the little child who ran the hall took a towel upstairs and downstairs to work, Xiao Er went downstairs and looked out of the door, seemed to notice Jing Fei, and immediately smiled and trotted out of the door to greet:

"Jing Gongzi, there is a guest in the Ling Pavilion on the third floor who said that he is Jing Gongzi's old man, and I want you to go upstairs to reminisce about the past. ”

In addition to the initial title of winning the title of poetry daughter in Wenjun Pavilion, Jing Fei has always been low-key, there are still very few people in Chengping County who know Jing Fei, as Ge Tianhong's friend, a student of the spiritual seminary, and Zhang Jingchang has an inexplicable relationship, as the best restaurant guy in Chengping County, of course he knows Jing Fei.

Jing Fei was puzzled in his heart, although he had been here for more than three years, he usually practiced in addition to cultivation, so he didn't know many people, Jing Fei really couldn't think of anyone who could call himself an old man, and he looked towards the third floor outside the mind, and there was no prohibition in the Qi Ling Pavilion, and a person was sleeping and drinking alone behind the screen of "Qi Ling Ren" in the antique wing room, feeling Jing Fei snooping at the corner of the person's mouth with a smile on the silver wine jug in his hand and gently holding it up.

"How could it be him?"

The people who started the Ling Pavilion upstairs can't be called, but there is a side of the edge, when I first saw him, I felt that this person was extraordinary, and at this time, I only felt that the breath was introverted and deep, and it was more hidden.

After hesitating for a moment, Jing Fei went upstairs under the leadership of Xiao Er, Xiao Er bowed his body and said with a smile while leading the way:

"The distinguished guest above must be a capable person, and nine times out of ten he is also a monk. ”

Jing Fei replied casually, "What do you say?"

Xiao Erdao:

"I just went up to deliver the food and drinks, and the distinguished guest said that you are almost here, and asked me to come downstairs to invite you, but I noticed that the window in the wing room was closed at that time, so ah, the distinguished guest must be a monk. ”

Jing Fei replied cohesively, and soon came to the third floor.

Pushing open the door, there was a faint scent of sandalwood, bypassing the screen with red sleeves and fragrance, a man in a white brocade dress was lazily lying on the soft couch next to the window, the man's appearance in his early thirties, his appearance was not particularly handsome, but there was a special temperament, Jing Fei naturally paid attention to the other party's eyes, the last time I met Jing Fei, I felt that this person's eyes were too clean, the eyes are the windows of the soul, and the heart can be known through the eyes, as two years ago, Jing Fei saw a pair of eyes without sadness, joy and waves, and the only thing Jing Fei could feel in those two eyes was openness。

When Jing Fei was looking at the other party, the man on the soft couch also looked at Jing Fei, although it was only the second time they met, but they could surprise themselves every time.

After a moment, the man sat up straight, poured two glasses of wine, and asked:

"What do you see?"

Jing Fei stepped forward and sat down on the other side of the soft couch, picked up the wine glass, sniffed and said:

"A round of the sun in the dark. ”

The man was stunned and laughed at himself:

"Fireflies in the night. ”

The man was very surprised in his heart, and he only recognized his origin on the second side......

"And do you know what I see in your eyes?"

Jing Fei said with interest:

"I want to hear about it!"

The man propped one arm on the table, leaned forward with his whole body, and you squinted and said:

"I saw a city, a man, a woman, a beautiful woman!"

Jing Fei's heart suddenly suddenly, his pupils unconsciously dilated and contracted, a city has arrived, after all, he has just comprehended the dream devouring butterfly pattern, as long as he has a little knowledge, it is not difficult to see, but the second half of the sentence directly loosened the forbidden ground that Jing Fei buried in the depths of his heart, that is his love and pain, it is a proof that memories are also living in reality, since he came into contact with the Temple of Sacrifice, he has never shown his heart,

He was eager to ask the man in front of him, who looked a little loose, how he could see it.

Seeing Jing Fei staring at him with a serious face, the man felt a little proud in his heart, and his fingers tapped rhythmically on the table and said:

"Brother, it's not enough to cultivate your mind. ”