The Great Dream God

In the center of the bustling imperial capital, a towering courtyard stands quietly. This is the residence of Princess Ziyang. Here, the breath of power and the sedimentation of history are intertwined, forming a solemn and mysterious atmosphere. At this moment, in the courtyard, a subtle dialogue is taking place, with Qingque and Princess Ziyang as the protagonists.

Qingque stood tall, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and his feathers glowed with a faint green light, as if containing endless wisdom. Every time he spoke, it was like the wind blowing through the treetops, powerful yet elegant. Facing Princess Ziyang, he did not show any fear, but instead showed her his grand ambitions with a calm and firm attitude.

Princess Ziyang, dressed in a purple robe, was elegant and majestic. Her eyes were like the deep water of a cold pond, cold and deep. Everyone knew that she was resolute and resolute, ruling with an iron fist, but at this moment, in front of Qingque's wisdom and sincerity, a subtle touch appeared on her resolute face. She began to examine this young man from a foreign race. His broad mind, courage and enthusiasm for the future made her have to re-evaluate his value.

"Princess Zi Yang, I, Qing Que, have no ill intentions. I just hope that our two clans can work together for the future." Qing Que's voice was low and magnetic, and every word was like a carefully carved gem, shining with light.

Princess Ziyang was silent for a moment, with a complex light flashing in her eyes, with both doubt and admiration. She slowly said: "I have seen your ambitions. However, becoming the emperor of the human empire is a difficult road. Are you ready?"

The bluebird smiled slightly, and that smile was like the warm spring sun, illuminating a corner of the courtyard: "I understand that this is a road full of thorns. But I believe that as long as there is enough courage and wisdom, nothing is impossible. Besides, I am not fighting alone, I have the support of the entire bluebird clan behind me."

Princess Ziyang's eyes gradually softened. She saw the faith and determination behind Qingque, which was what she once had and what she admired. She understood that Qingque's ambition was not empty talk, but was based on a deep understanding of the future and a sense of responsibility to the nation.

"Okay, Qingque, I promise you that we will launch an unprecedented cooperation." Although Princess Ziyang's words were light, they were like a bolt from the blue, breaking the tranquility of the courtyard.

"Zi Yang," Qing Que's voice was as clear and powerful as the flowing water of a mountain stream, "I need your old subordinate Meng Jin." His words echoed in the air, and every word was heavy, as if carrying an endless weight. Zi Yang raised his head and looked at Qing Que, his deep eyes flashing with understanding and recognition.

"His wisdom and strength," Qingque continued, with great sincerity in his tone, "will be the key to our unknown journey." His eyes fell on Ziyang's face, which showed his expectation for the future and his fearlessness in the face of challenges. He knew that Mengjin's wisdom and strength were the beacon for their progress, illuminating the road ahead.

Ziyang nodded slightly. In her heart, expectation and anxiety intertwined. She understood that this was an unavoidable adventure and a choice that would determine her fate. However, she knew that only by taking this step bravely could she welcome the possible victory. Under the sunlight, although her face was calm, her eyes burned with a determined flame, ready to accept the coming storm.

In a corner of Huaiyang City, Meng Jin's life is like a peaceful ink painting, tranquil and warm. Every morning, when the first ray of sunlight shines through the window onto Meng Xi's sleeping face, Meng Jin will watch it all with a smile. That is the beginning of his new day and the most beautiful scenery in his heart.

"Meng Jin, look, Xier is sleeping so soundly." Xu Xiaofeng walked into the room gently and looked at Meng Xi tenderly, her eyes full of maternal love.

"Yes, he is like the sunshine in our lives, always bringing us warmth and hope." Meng Jin held Xu Xiaofeng's hand, his eyes full of gratitude.

They recalled Meng Xi's birth, the nine months of hardship, and the clear cry, which seemed to still echo in their ears. Meng Xi's arrival was like the rising sun, illuminating their little house and their world.

"I named him Meng Xi because I hope he can be like his name, carrying hope and lighting up his own life path." Meng Jin gently stroked Meng Xi's little face, his eyes full of anticipation.

In the following three years, Meng Jin and Xu Xiaofeng's lives became more fulfilling and happy. They accompanied Meng Xi and witnessed every first of his: the first time he turned over, the first time he crawled, the first time he stood up... Every time filled their hearts with endless joy.

"Xi'er, look, this is a book, and these are words." Meng Jin patiently taught Meng Xi to recognize words, hoping that one day he would embark on the path of a cultivator, pursue himself, and explore the unknown.

"Meng Jin, our Xier will definitely become the most outstanding practitioner." Xu Xiaofeng looked at Meng Xi's serious study, her eyes full of pride.

These day-to-day companionship and teachings make the lives of Meng Jin and Xu Xiaofeng more meaningful. They look forward to Meng Xi's future and cherish every moment of the present. In their hearts, Meng Xi is everything in their lives and their most precious treasure.

In the vast land of the empire, the status of cultivators is supreme. They possess extraordinary powers, can control natural elements, and master the cycle of life and death. Meng Xi, a young man born in the Earl's mansion, is full of yearning and longing for cultivation despite his young age. He has a dream in his heart, that is, to become the top cultivator of the empire one day, to bring glory to the family, and to pave a bright road for his future.

Meng Xi stood at the door of his home, looking at the broad road leading to the imperial capital, his heart full of anticipation and excitement. His father Meng Jin and Songzhou's Marquis Song Hou Lv Tianci stood side by side, their eyes revealing determination and pride. The children surrounded them, laughing and full of youthful vitality.

"Xi'er, you are finally going to embark on your journey of cultivation." Meng Jin stroked Meng Xi's head, his tone full of anticipation and reluctance.

"Yes, father. I will study hard and live up to your expectations." Meng Xi said firmly.

Lu Tianci smiled and patted Meng Xi on the shoulder: "Young man, when you arrive in the capital, you must practice hard and win glory for the empire."

The children also gathered around excitedly, expressing their blessings and expectations for Meng Xi. Meng Xi felt their enthusiasm and concern, and his determination to practice hard became stronger.

The group set off on their journey, the carriage galloping on the wide road, the surrounding scenery passing by quickly in front of their eyes. Meng Xi looked out the window, his heart full of curiosity and yearning for the unknown world.

A few days later, they finally arrived at the capital of the empire. It was bustling and bustling with people, and various buildings stood tall, demonstrating the splendor and glory of the empire. Meng Xi and his companions looked around excitedly, feeling this place full of mystery and legend.

They came to the Jixia Academy, the most advanced academy in the empire. In front of the academy's gate, there were exquisite carvings, showing the dignity and solemnity of the academy. Meng Xi and his companions stepped into this mysterious and legendary place with awe.