World Traveler

Except for Yanan who stood still, the whole world began to accelerate.

He raised his feet and walked towards the Yangxin Palace step by step. The clothes on his body were also changing. The blue clothes of the Tang Sect disciples began to become illusory and gradually turned into a bright red robe.

When I walked to the gate of Yangxin Hall, I saw Tang Moling also changed into a red wedding dress, standing at the door a little uncomfortably.

With a red veil on her head, her vision was blocked, and she became a little panicked when she heard the noise around her.

However, after Yanan took Tang Moling's hand, a familiar feeling came over her, and Tang Moling felt relieved.

"Let's go, it's time for us to meet our parents."

"Um……"

With the support of Yanan, Tang Moling, wearing a red veil, walked into Yangxin Hall together.

In my memory, the master and his mistress were sitting in high seats. There was a hint of smile on the master's face, which was dignified without being angry. The mistress also had a smile on her face, and there was no gloomy look on her face at all.

"Nan'er, Ling'er."

When Tang Moling heard the familiar female voice, she even shuddered involuntarily. She looked at the figure above through the red veil and felt a little excited.

"mother?"

"Hey, Ling'er..."

Hearing the reply from the figure above, Tang Moling couldn't help but lift the veil. When she saw that the figure was her mother whom she often missed, she immediately rushed over with tears streaming down her face.

"Woo woo~ Mom, I missed you so much. You finally came out."

"Hey, look at you. Didn't you use paper cranes to write me letters every day before? You even said you'd grown up and wouldn't cry easily anymore..."

"Wow~ But, but I really miss you."

"Okay, I'm out of confinement now. If you want to see me, you can come back and see me more often."

"Mom...will you always stay with me?"

Mother put her finger on Tang Moling's forehead, picked up a handkerchief and wiped the makeup off her face, and said with a helpless smile.

"Ling'er, didn't you say you've grown up? Why do you still need your mother to accompany you?"

After finishing Tang Moling's makeup, she kissed her on the forehead and spoke softly to her with love.

"You've grown up and can't be with your parents anymore."

"Besides, haven't you already found someone who is willing to spend your life with you?"

Hearing this, Tang Moling looked back at Yanan who was extending his hand to her, hesitated for a moment, looked at her mother, and kissed her on the cheek.

Then, she left her mother's arms, handed her hand to Yanan, looked into his eyes, and spoke slowly.

"Holding hands with you..."

He took Tang Moling's hand and completed the following sentence carefully.

"Grow old with you."

………………

"Worship heaven and earth!"

"Two thanks to the high hall!"

"Couple greetings!"

"Send to the bridal chamber!"

This time, Yanan did not choose to be a spectator, but personally accompanied Tang Moling to experience the process.

In the bridal chamber, Yanan picked up the weighing rod and gently lifted the red veil on Tang Moling's head. The two looked at each other, and Tang Moling looked around shyly.

In the blink of an eye, the relationship between the two quickly heated up, and this was also the happiest moment for a newlywed couple.

"My lady, it's time to drink the wedding wine."

Tang Moling still stared into Yanan's eyes without any reaction.

"Madam? Madam? Mo Ling?"

Tang Moling came back to her senses, her eyes turned red again, and she seemed about to cry again. This scared Yanan, who hurriedly tried to comfort her.

"Don't cry, don't cry, Moling. Today is a happy day. It's not the time to cry."

After listening to what Yanan said, Tang Moling pursed her lips, picked up the handkerchief beside her, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and wiped them back.

Tang Moling leaned on Yanan and spoke with some gratitude in her voice.

"Brother, thank you."

At this time, Yanan also noticed a hint of clarity in Tang Moling's eyes, and immediately understood, and gently stroked her back.

"You're welcome, I'm your brother."

"Besides, we have already made a promise."

"Well, it's not allowed to change for ten thousand years."

………………

Oh, oh, oh~~~~

In the morning, the roosters began to crow, the dream world shattered, the sun shone down, and the last bit of magic power from the Peach Blossom Fairy was exhausted.

Everything around Yanan disappeared like a dream bubble.

Yanan, lying on the bed, opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was the familiar ceiling and Xiahou Lan who was still sleeping beside him.

“Dreams…are truly magical…”

"Woo~Waaaaa~" x2

The crying of the two children pulled Yanan back to reality from his dream. He could clearly feel the depletion of his spirit and blood. It was the magic power from the dual cultivation in his body that had been making up for the gap, otherwise Yanan might have aged two or three years on the spot.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, Yanan is different from Xiahou Lan and the others. For them, it may just be a dream, but for Yanan, he has been in the dream for about ten years.

While thinking in his mind, his hands moved quickly. He picked up the two children and rocked them gently.

But it’s no use…

"Brother, give it to me. The child may be hungry."

Xiahou Lan, who was awakened by the crying of the children next to her, sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, took the two babies from Yanan's arms, and began to feed the children with some awkwardness.

The two children stopped making noises as soon as they started feeding. They stayed with their mother quietly and fell asleep after eating. They were very well-behaved.

"Lan'er, I'm going out for a walk."

Although it might not be a good idea to leave the child to Xiahou Lan on the first day, Yanan is now very confused and restless, and cannot calm down at all.

The dream was so tempting. The most obvious thing was the omnipotent power and the extra skills in one's body.

Is this...making fake things come true?

Or are dreams just...a parallel world?

Yanan has more and more doubts. He can't find anyone suitable to chat and discuss things with. He can only go out for a walk to relieve the confusion in his heart.

Seeing the seriousness on Yanan's face, Xiahou Lan nodded, indicating that the two little guys were very obedient and that Yanan could do whatever he wanted.

At this moment, Yanan put away his magic power, untied his bandages, and his aura completely dissipated. He walked on the mountain road of Kongtong Sect like an ordinary person.

"I heard that the sect leader's children were born, a boy and a girl. Did you know?"

"Really?! Then the Kongtong Sect has someone to take over!"

"Go away, what are you talking about? What do you mean by there will be someone to follow? Isn't it thriving now under the leadership of the Zhang Sect?"

"Oh, that's not what I meant."

"I just want to say that the next leader of the Kongtong Sect has been chosen. As long as the leader's child inherits half of the sect, the Kongtong Sect will be passed down forever."

…………

The voices that come to my ears include not only praises, but also gossip, curses and other negative words.

But Yanan was in a daze and didn't care about these words at all. He was trying to sort out his chaotic thoughts with the remaining rationality in his mind.

To use a professional term for cultivating immortality is...

The state of mind is not good enough, and I am in a state of demonic possession...

In the art of dream cultivation, there are very few people who can achieve positive results, and more than 99% of people are addicted to dreams and cannot extricate themselves.