The Great Dream God

The bright moonlight was like a silver veil, gently covering the quiet courtyard. The green bamboos on both sides of the stone path swayed in the breeze, as if whispering the secrets of the night. The sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the courtyard exuded a faint fragrance, which permeated the air and intertwined with the night to form a peaceful poem. After dinner, Meng Jin walked steadily through this moonlit painting and returned to his cabin.

The light in the room was soft and warm, reflecting on his tired but satisfied face. The wooden bed was his home after a hard day's work, carrying his joys, sorrows, anger and happiness. He lay down gently, and the mattress under him was soft and comfortable, as if it could soothe the hard work of the day. The moonlight poured in from the window lattice, covering the bed, and intertwined with the dim light in the room, creating a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

Closing his eyes, Meng Jin's thoughts wandered in the moonlight. The hustle and bustle of the day gradually faded away, replaced by the tranquility of the night. His breathing gradually became smoother, and he fell asleep with the sound of insects outside the window, as if he had merged into the courtyard under the moonlight and became a part of this quiet night. In this poetic and picturesque moonlight, Meng Jin fell into a deep sleep. In his dream, he might be walking in the courtyard filled with moonlight, enjoying this peace that belongs only to him.

Meng Jin was meditating in the quiet night, as if he was on an isolated island. Suddenly, a series of faint but firm footsteps penetrated the silence of the night, like the rhythm of drizzle falling on the stone slabs, breaking the tranquility. His keen ears caught this unusual sound, and the doubts in his heart were like sparks in the dark night, ignited instantly.

Just as he was thinking about it and trying to identify the source of the sound, a long creaking sound exploded in his ears, like the low hum of an old wooden door in the moonlight. The sound pierced the tranquility of the room, causing the air to condense instantly, and every nerve was tense with vigilance. Meng Jin's brows were furrowed like an eagle, reflecting his inner vigilance and determination.

Without hesitation, he jumped up from the warm bed, his movements swift and powerful, like a cheetah in the dark. His eyes swept across every corner of the room, and finally fixed on the weathered sword on the wall. The sword, like his shadow, was always with him, and at this moment it was his only support. He reached out and steadily pulled it out of the wall hanging. The sword flashed a cold light in the moonlight, as firm as his determination.

When Meng Jin carefully lifted the green gauze tent in front of him, as if he had unveiled a mysterious veil, his eyes were instantly caught by the scene in front of him. It was a breathtaking surprise, like a delicate ink painting suddenly jumping into his eyes, making him unable to look away. Princess Ziyang and Xu Xiaofeng, two fairy-like women, were dressed in gauze as light as a cicada's wing. The gauze showed a faint purple and gold color under the light, like the light and shadow in a dream, hazy and charming.

Their bodies were looming under the veil, like waves under the moonlight, which was very imaginative. The veil fluttered gently, like clouds brushing across the lake, causing ripples. The two people's movements were light and decisive, as if they were two butterflies dancing, flying straight towards Mengjin, bringing a breeze, and filling the whole space with a subtle tension and expectation.

Meng Jin's breathing almost stopped. At this moment, time seemed to stand still, leaving only the rustling sound of the dancing veil and the thumping of his heartbeat. Princess Ziyang and Xu Xiaofeng's eyes were full of determination, but also with a hint of elusive tenderness. This sudden scene caused waves in Meng Jin's heart, and he was at a loss and shocked.

Meng Jin's body was suddenly gently but firmly pressed down on the soft bed, his eyes flashing with undisguised astonishment. The moonlight poured into the room like mercury, pouring on the delicate bed curtains, adding a bit of mystery to this moment. He widened his eyes and stared at the two faces that were looming in the hazy moonlight in front of him. Every contour was clearly and deeply outlined by the soft light. Their expressions were particularly subtle in the moonlight, as if they were telling an unfinished story, which made Meng Jin's heartbeat accelerate. This sudden scene was like a delicate ink painting, which made people feel surprised and deeply involved in it, guessing what would happen next.

In this dim environment, two figures stood quietly, as if they were phantoms walking out of the abyss of the night. Their eyes flashed with a breathtaking light, sparkling like stars falling into endless darkness, but still shining. The eyes were deep and cold, without a trace of emotion, but full of unspeakable temptation and deterrence, which made people think of those legendary demons who choose people to eat, feasting on the fear of their prey and eating human souls.

The two women were elegant and deadly. Every movement they made exuded a wild beauty, like a cat in the moonlight, quiet and agile. Their eyes locked onto the man in front of them, like an icy blade that pierced his heart, making him feel a sense of crisis he had never felt before. The man seemed to be able to hear the sound of his own heartbeat. Under their gaze, he looked more helpless and insignificant, as if he had been destined to be their dinner. The air suddenly froze, and the tense atmosphere filled every inch of space, suffocating people. In this silent contest, the man could not escape, and could only pray silently, hoping that his courage could resist the impending devouring in the face of the devilish beauty.

……

The next morning, Meng Jin's emotions swept through the entire house like a storm. His face was livid, and he was furious. He pushed the two women - Princess Ziyang and Xu Xiaofeng - into the courtyard, and the clothes in his hands fell like snowflakes at their feet. Every inch of the fabric carried his anger and disappointment. His movements were fierce and decisive, as if he was deliberately drawing a line, indicating a silent war.

Meng Jin retreated to the room and locked the door with a bang. The sound echoed in the empty yard, deafening. He roared in the house, his voice came through the wooden door, and every word was like a sharp sword, piercing the heart: "You two, what do you mean by doing this? This is a provocation and an insult to me! I'm telling you now, don't try to impress me in this way, it's impossible! I will stick to my bottom line and will not be shaken by any of your means!"

Princess Ziyang and Xu Xiaofeng stood in the yard, their clothes dishevelled, looking at each other. Princess Ziyang's eyes revealed a hint of confusion, while Xu Xiaofeng frowned slightly, as if thinking about how to deal with this sudden storm. She whispered to Princess Ziyang, "It seems that this time things did not develop as we expected. I'm afraid we have done something wrong."

Princess Ziyang gently waved her silky hair, with a doubtful look in her eyes. She shook her head slowly and asked word by word, "Do you really think this situation is completely ruined?" Her voice was like a clear spring flowing over a stone, revealing a transcendent calmness.

Xu Xiaofeng looked up at the mess in front of her. Her clothes were torn and her slightly haggard face was filled with a helpless bitter smile. She gently stroked her muddy arm and couldn't help but sigh in her heart: "It was really badly smashed, even ugly! Why should we show the slightest pity and affection to such a person who is obviously defeated?" There was a hint of self-mockery in her tone, as if questioning their initial judgment and choice.