i have a sword fairy

People, houses, trees, rocks.

All melted.

Ink dripped.

Zhao Rong hadn't had time to react yet.

The entire ink painting-like dreamland melted quickly like paraffin wax under the candlelight.

falling apart.

And Zhao Rong didn't feel the heat that melted them, nor any sound.

Everything is done quietly and quietly.

Like a silent death.

Ink poured down like a torrential rain.

The ground beneath his feet melted.

The light that illuminated everything before, from nowhere, suddenly disappeared, like a room with the lights turned off.

Zhao Rong fell, face down, and below was an endless abyss.

dark, dark.

Can't see anything.

have water.

Zhao Rong fell into the water without a sound.

No, not water, but ink.

It is the melted ink of the whole world.

Warm and dense, filling the nose and mouth.

Suffocate, suffocate.

call--!

On the bed in the north room, Zhao Rong, who was face down on the quilt, jumped up suddenly.

Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide, turned over and sat on the bed, breathing out the stale air between his chest and lungs.

He looked around.

The room is quiet and dark, only an oil lamp on the desk not far away emits a dim orange light, illuminating a small area around the desk.

But the rest of the house was still gray.

The window is still shrouded in darkness.

Zhao Rong came back to his senses, and his breathing gradually subsided.

He supported the bed with one hand, rubbed his face with the other hand, looked at the lonely lamp in the room, and muttered softly.

"Ink painting...Meng...Yu Huaijin...Mo..."

……

the next morning.

In the Mochi Academy, Zhao Rong is taking a calligraphy class in the Justice Hall.

During class break, he found Gu Yiwu.

"Brother Gu, I would like to ask you something."

Gu Yiwu looked at Zhao Rong with a serious expression, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Brother Zhao, what's the matter? Let's just say, um, is it the rumors in the academy recently? Huh, Brother Zhao don't need to care about these, we Zhengyitang students will not take those rumors seriously, and we will not spread them. ..."

"Wait, wait." Zhao Rong interrupted.

He frowned slightly, and looked at Gu Yiwu, "Someone in the academy is talking about me behind my back? Oh, no matter what they say, it's boring, I didn't ask this."

Gu Yiwu rubbed the back of his head, "Then what's the matter with Brother Zhao?"

Zhao Rong pondered for a while, "A few days ago, yes, that was the day when Brother Gu and I met for the first time, in Mr. Zhu's Yilanxuan waiting booth, when several other school seniors were there, do you remember do not remember?"

Gu Yiwu glanced at him, and said solemnly:

"Of course I remember. I still remember that day, before Brother Zhao entered the gate, I had a feeling in my heart. I looked at the gate of the courtyard. At that time, I only felt a sense in the center of the dark, telling me that something extraordinary will happen next. , an extraordinary person appears."

With a sincere tone, he patted Zhao Rong on the shoulder and looked directly at him.

"Even, at the moment I felt it, the surrounding air was a little darker, waiting for the person outside the door to appear, and then they made a brilliant debut together. And the rhythmic knock on the door after that, the next time I heard it I knew that the person who came here must be a very well-educated and gentle person, but when I saw him later, it was indeed so! I was attracted by Brother Zhao's heroic appearance at first sight..."

Zhao Rong originally planned to ask about his background, but he couldn't intervene.

At this time, he opened his mouth slightly, and gradually closed it, looking at the simple and honest expression of the man in front of him, and hearing his eloquent words.

Zhao Rong was expressionless.

As Gu Yiwu talked, it seemed that he also noticed Zhao Rong's expression, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

The air is quiet.

The two stared at each other, and the atmosphere gradually became awkward.

Gu Yiwu covered his mouth and coughed lightly twice.

Zhao Rong looked at him calmly, waiting for him to speak.

Can talk?Just say more.

Gu Yiwu felt that it was a bit too much, he turned his face away in embarrassment, and said in a low voice: "So Brother Zhao, I mean, I still remember what happened at that time."

Zhao Rong was silent for a while, nodded slightly, and suddenly said:

"At that time, the ink heart vermilion fruit taken out by Senior Han in the Xiudao Hall, well, it should be called this name, brother Gu, do you still remember?"

Gu Yiwu was slightly taken aback, probably because he didn't expect him to ask this matter.

"Of course I remember, Moxin Zhuguo, it's very interesting. It is indeed like what Li Wenyuan and Senior Li of Guangyetang said, it can make people fall asleep at night, entering a dream like a landscape painting."

He glanced at Zhao Rong's serious expression, raised his thick eyebrows, but still smiled and said:

"A few days ago, when I had nothing to do, I deliberately fell asleep for several nights. It was really interesting to play in this ink-wash dream. I even found that it is very convenient to practice calligraphy and painting in this ink-wash dream. It really kills two birds with one stone. .”

Zhao Rong listened quietly, thoughtful.

Gu Yiwu shook his head.

"However, I've played too much, and it's really boring to be alone. I've been busy these days, and I haven't had a dream for a while, and I don't know if the miraculous effect of the vermilion fruit has dissipated, but Brother Li said it should last for a long time. Time. This thing is really strange."

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, thought for a while, and asked from the beginning.

"This Moxin Zhuguo can make people fall asleep and enter a dream like a landscape painting?"

Gu Yiwu glanced at him, nodded in a daze, "Brother Zhao doesn't know? Oh, that's right, when Brother Li from Guangyetang introduced this item, you hadn't arrived yet."

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, and he nodded slightly.

How did I know that you people on the mountain are so good at playing, there are so many circles around you when you eat fruit...

He just wanted to eat some refreshing fruit because he was aroused by his practice at that time. At most, he thought that the "spiritual fruit" they were sharing could increase his spiritual energy cultivation.

So Zhao Rong didn't care much about Han Wenfu's expression, did everyone have it?I also want.

He also bought one for nothing.

Gu Yiwu thought for a while, then explained slowly.

"According to Li Xuechang of Guangyetang, this ink heart vermilion fruit is popular among the private circles of the Mohists and hermits on Nanwangque Mountain. It is an elegant object for private parties. It is said that when the eater falls asleep, he will enter a dream like a landscape painting..."

He told Zhao Rong about Mo Xin Zhu Guo in detail about what he heard that day and what he found out later, and he didn't feel bored.

Soon.

Zhao Rong suddenly said again: "Brother Gu, are you sure that this landscape painting dream can only be entered by one person? Will you not meet other people who eat fruit?"

When the words fell, he frowned slightly, because he thought of Yu Huaijin.

At that time, she took away with him, the only pair of ink hearts and vermilion fruits left in Han Wenfu's hands.

Zhao Rong felt that this was the only way to explain why there were scenes, objects, and people he had never seen before in the weird ink painting dream last night.

So, this ink painting dream was created by me and Yu Huaijin?

Different bed same dream?

However, before Zhao Rong had time to think about it, Gu Yiwu spoke in a positive tone.

"Only one person."

He shook his head.

"For practitioners, dreams are inherently mysterious, and they are related to the mysterious water of the heart lake."

Gu Yiwu said in a serious tone: "Not to mention exploring its mysteries, this should be the domain of senior monks. We young monks attach great importance to and protect it. How can we have a dream with others?"

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly.

The tall student of Justice Hall in front of him kept talking.

"Just imagine, the water of the heart lake involves the thoughts and thoughts of our monks, and the memories of the past, hiding countless secrets, and the dream is nourished and born with it, just like the water on the surface of the heart lake. Bubbles. If you share a dream with someone..."

"At the least, it can be peeped into the privacy and secrets, and at the worst... it can even affect the mind and thoughts, and even change the character to be good or evil. Dye the water of other people's hearts."

He shook his head slowly, looked at Zhao Rong, and took a deep breath.

"So we little monks at the foot of the mountain, it's better to sleep less, um, and practice, reading, homework, we have so many things to do, don't sleep if you have nothing to do, and how can you sleep!"

Hearing Gu Yiwu's words, he suddenly became inspired, and the corners of Zhao Rong's lips tugged.

After Gu Yiwu made a joke, he patted the shoulder of 'Mr. Zhao' who likes to give them a lot of homework.

"Although the ink heart vermilion fruit is rare, it is not the kind of fetish that can make people dream together. Brother Zhao, don't think too much. By the way, did you also enter that dream of mountains and rivers? How about it, brother Zhao Do you find it fun."

Zhao Rong came back to his senses, closed his eyes and smiled lightly: "It's okay, I didn't know before, I thought it was weird."

Gu Yiwu also laughed.

Zhao Rong thought about it, and was about to ask again.

Gu Yiwu suddenly asked: "Brother Zhao, did you dream about other people?"

Zhao Rong paused.

Gu Yiwu looked at him.

There was a slight silence between the two.

In the next second, Zhao Rong immediately moved.

He smiled and nodded: "I did dream about it. To be honest, I dreamed about Brother Gu. Hey, it should be the reason why I often talked about it during the day. Brother Gu was there in the dream, and he was quite energetic."

Saying that, Zhao Rong raised his hand, and gently covered the back of Gu Yiwu's hand on his shoulder.

Outside the Hall of Justice, two big men looked at each other affectionately, with their hands covered.

Gu Yiwu's shoulders trembled slightly, and he shuddered.

He hurriedly withdrew his hand, left a word, and fled back to the school in a hurry.

"Haha, brother Zhao really knows how to joke."

Zhao Rong laughed and watched Gu Yiwu leave.

At a certain moment, Zhao Rong clapped his hands, turned his head with a smile, and glanced in the direction of the monastery.

Chapter 3 and Four: Southern Spring Comes Again, Xu Qing Forbids the Country

On Zhongnan Mountain in March, catkins are flying and flowers are clustered.

In the mountains, the country conceived by Zhongnan Lingxiu has gradually stabilized after experiencing the dispute and turmoil between the two top powers in the country last year.

Last spring.

The new Patriarch of the Lanxi Lin family who came back from Siqi Academy launched an attack on the then Zhongnan Guoshi on the Spring Suburb Day of the Monarch.

The scene at that time is still vivid for many people in the country.