i have a sword fairy

So, what kind of weird dream is this?

Say good to do whatever you want.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and glanced at the school again.

These 21 young children are wearing uniform school uniforms.

In fact, twenty of them are little boys, and there is only one little girl, who combs her horns, but looks very rigid.

Let Zhao Rong look at it a few more times, but still don't recognize it.

The little girl in Zongjiao seems to be a senior in the school who is similar to the monitor, and she also has a small ruler in her hand.

She seems to be obeying the old master's orders at this moment, leaving her seat to collect homework from her classmates.

The little girl in Zongjiao is strict in doing things and behaves rigidly.

The rather vague expression seems to be the same.

The little girl in Zongjiao held her homework and presented it to the podium, and saluted the tall and thin old master seriously. Her attitude was respectful and respectful, even in Zhao Rong's view, she was a little too respectful.

At this moment, the tall and thin old master seemed to be ordering something.

The little girl in Zongjiao put her hands behind her back, her waist was straight, and she listened carefully to the admonition...

Zhao Rong observed outside for a while, feeling a little bored.

Then he glanced at the little girl in the school with some familiar behavior patterns.

In other words, this young master didn't dream of Qing Jun and Xiao Xiao, but instead dreamed of Yu Huaijin, right?

Is it Yu Huaijin?It looks a bit like it.

Dreaming about her?

Was it like this when Yu Huaijin was a child?

Well, it seems that since childhood, he has been so boring and old-fashioned.

Zhao Rong shook his head.

Anyway, with nothing to do, he jumped up without thinking much, and turned into the hall through the west window.

At this time, in the school, the old master seemed to have ordered something.

The young children saluted one after another, and then bent over their desks, concentrating on their studies.

They didn't pay any attention or reaction to Zhao Rong's uninvited guest.

Just like those villagers, like a machine in a dream, running numbly.

Zhao Rong is used to it.

He walked around the school a few times.

During the period, he took a closer look at the tall and thin old master, but he had never seen him before.

Zhao Rong looked at the decoration of the school and the clothes of the people, and found that it was not the custom of Wangquezhou that he had seen.

It's kind of weird.

However, his lucid dream was a bit boring.

Zhao Rong copied his sleeves and walked around the school at will, like a transparent person.

At a certain moment, when he passed the little girl in the corner, he paused a little.

Zhao Rong raised his brows and eyelids slightly, thinking of something.

He came to the little girl in Zongjiao who was bowing her head and doing her homework seriously, smiled happily, stretched out his hand, and rubbed her little head combing Zongjiao.

The old-fashioned little girl in Zongjiao was lowering her head, carefully turning the pages of the book.

Zhao Rong was not satisfied, he bent down, stretched out two fingers, and squeezed her round face.

Is it Yu Huaijin from childhood?Well, never mind, my dream is what I say.

Yu Huaijin Senior Yu, I didn't just bully you casually in my dream.

Zhao Rong hooked the corner of his mouth, then squeezed it again, it was a little soft...

The little girl in the corner suddenly raised her head and stared at him with no expression on her face.

"???"

Zhao Rong opened his eyes slightly and leaned back, no, you, are you alive?And react!can stare at him...

The little girl in Zongjiao had a straight face, and with her left hand, she grabbed the thief's hand that was pinching her face and doing whatever she wanted, and it was too late to retract at this moment, and opened his palm, and raised the ruler with her right hand.

Snapped--!

Zhao Rong: "..."

Chapter 3 Who is the dreamer with?

In a dream like a landscape painting.

In a peach blossom garden made entirely of ink.

A strange school with a tall, sturdy, rigid structure, but no door to enter, and only a small casement.

A little girl in the middle of a group of children, who is as numb and dull as the tool man in the dream.

He even resisted!

And beat him up.

At this moment, Zhao Rong was a little dazed.

And it's still in his lucid dream, which is really the opposite.

Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide and looked at the expressionless little girl in front of him.

Well, it's probably Yu Huaijin.

This feeling of being beaten, this sloppy expression, this stern action.

However, it's fine if you do this during the day, after all, sometimes Qingjun is not around, and it's not in calligraphy class, my young master, this little Ascension to Heaven, can't suppress you.

It's just that in my dream at night, you dare to be so stupid... Well, didn't you just pinch your little face.

Zhao Rong's teeth itch.

He was going to let her see the power of the dream master to do whatever he wanted, to hang her up and beat her in various poses he knew.

But in the next second, Zhao Rong frowned suddenly, remembering that this dream is a bit weird now, it doesn't seem like he could construct it by himself.

Because of these strange scenes and the vague and inexplicable images behind them.

It doesn't seem to fit him.

Thinking in the day and dreaming in the night, not to mention the water of the heart lake hidden under the shimmering surface of the heart lake.

These are the nourishment of dreams.

Just like at this moment, the pain in Zhao Rong's palm made him very familiar.

After thinking about it for a while, I remembered that this is exactly the same feeling as when I was hit by a board when I was playing the piano in a make-up class a few days ago.

Past experience is the nourishment of dreams.

The same goes for the characters, the sounds, the touch.

Well, the feeling of pinching the little girl's face just now is the same as when pinching Qian'er in the daytime...

But right now, the weird dream of this weird landscape painting is a bit crooked, it doesn't seem to grow out of absorbing his 'nutrition'.

The familiar and easy-to-understand human language is...'This kid doesn't look like me'.

Zhao Rong decided it was better to be steady and not fight back.

At this moment, he was secretly vigilant, and at the same time silently stared at the little girl in front of him who was suspected to be Yu Huaijin.

The latter is also looking at him.

The two looked at each other.

It's just that the facial expressions made of ink and wash are somewhat blurred, and only the outlines of the nose and eyes can be seen, and some small expressions are difficult to capture.

But Zhao Rong didn't need to think about it, she must have a serious face.

But this Yu Huaijin...

Is it alive or not! ?

Just like him, in the same dream, or maybe it was Zhao Rong who broke into her dream?

Zhao Rong didn't withdraw his hand for a moment.

Instead, he looked around and found that no one seemed to notice.

Just the same as before, the tall and thin old master was still standing on the podium with his waist straight, and the other young students in the audience were all bowing their heads and studying hard.

He tentatively asked, "Fish, Yu Huaijin? Brother Huaijin?"

The little girl in Zongjiao remained motionless, facing Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong said in a friendly tone, "What a coincidence, you're here too. I'm Tzuyu."

After a pause, seeing that she still didn't move, he glanced at the perpetrator's hand caught by her, and said solemnly:

"Ahem, I didn't expect Senior Yu to be so cute when I was a child, very similar to a childhood playmate I once knew, ahem, I thought I dreamed of her just now, so I wanted to pinch my face..."

The little girl was very still.

At a certain moment, she let go of her hand suddenly and turned her head back without looking at Zhao Rong.

The little girl in the corner glanced at the tall and thin old master on the podium, then lowered her head to read again as if nothing had happened, just like the young students around her.

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, and carefully looked at this strange little girl.

Is this Yu Huaijin alive or a tool man in a dream?

Could it be that he was thinking too much and it was just a normal resistance of a tool man?

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong couldn't bear it anymore.

With the hand that had just been beaten by the board, he resumed his old work, quietly stretched out an index finger like an ink stick, approached the face of the little girl in Zongjiao, and then stopped suddenly.

Zhao Rong learned the lesson just now, and instead grabbed a writing brush next to her, approached her face with the tip of the brush, and poked it lightly...

Click!

Whoosh!

boom!

After a while of dizziness, Zhao Rong was thrown out of the school by someone from the window, following a parabolic trajectory, landing like a wild goose on flat sand.

"..."

Zhao Rong raised his hand and jumped up.

At that moment, before he could see clearly, he was thrown out.

Zhao Rong hurried to the window of the school and took a look inside.

What caught his eyes was an extremely strange scene.

There was no one in the seat where the little girl was sitting in the corner, and it had disappeared without a trace.

And the tall and thin old master and the other twenty young students froze like stone carvings, either standing or sitting in place.

Preserve the posture and action of the previous moment.

Zhao Rong raised his eyelids, then suddenly turned his head and looked at other places in the village.

I saw that the busy village had become quiet.

All the villagers were like the stone carvings in the school, frozen in place, motionless, like solidified ink.

next second.

These solidified inks.

melted.