There's something wrong with the general.

Wen Yuxi knew that he had fallen asleep.

I also knew that I had fallen asleep.

He was like a headless fly, flying back and forth in his dreams.

But I just can't wake up.

This dream was so realistic that it seemed like it really happened.

You are immersed in the scene and cannot be separated from it.

Suddenly the scene changed and he came to the top of a mountain shrouded in clouds and mist.

It seems like a palace built in the clouds, with rows of buildings, magnificent and beautiful, like a fairyland in heaven.

Wen Yuxi felt dizzy and couldn't help sighing in his heart.

I'm not dead yet, why do I feel like I'm ascending to heaven?

At this moment, the sound of a distant bell came from afar.

Wen Yuxi saw a group of people, all of whom had long swords on their backs, with stern faces, walking briskly towards one place.

Did something big happen?

He was also very curious and walked forward with big strides.

Who would have thought that as soon as he lifted his foot, his body became light and actually flew up.

Oh, so interesting.

Wen Yuxi was in a playful mood and floated back and forth on the spot.

Wait until you are fully able to control the feeling of flying.

He happened to see three people, two men and one woman, running towards him from a distance.

Just like in the TV series.

Wearing the same uniform as the sect.

Wen Yuxi looked down at himself and saw that his clothes didn't match theirs, and couldn't help scratching his head.

Those people walked and talked as if they were alone, but at a very fast pace.

Afraid that they would leave him behind, he stood far away on the ground and waved at them: "Hey, friends, what happened? Can we go together?"

Unfortunately, the only response he got was the whistling sound of a few people rushing past, and two words that hadn't yet dissipated: "Zhiming?"

What the hell?

Was it really a dream?

No one could see him.

After a few seconds of frustration, Wen Yuxi quickly recovered to full health.

Since the dream was so realistic, let him take a closer look at what was going on.

Wen Yuxi was also lost here.

He saw another person flying behind him, and followed him closely.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m in a dream.

These people have extremely strong physical fitness and can walk very fast even without flying swords.

Wen Yuxi walked and looked at the surrounding scene.

It feels like being in a novel about cultivating immortals.

He followed the man and soon arrived at a huge square.

The square was packed with people, nearly ten thousand people.

Just like when the national flag was raised in high school, everyone stood in formation.

neat and tidy.

I don't know how it's arranged here.

Wen Yuxi saw the man he was following.

He crouched down and joined his own team. He probably arrived too late.

Directly in front of the square is a circular platform that is dozens of sections high.

There were a few chairs on the stage, but no one had arrived yet.

Wen Yuxi snorted twice, bureaucracy, formalism.

Everyone is almost here, why keep everyone waiting?

Perhaps because there were so many people, the whispers in the square were so noisy that it gave me a headache.

Wen Yuxi found a pillar that was level with the platform and sat down.

From a high vantage point, you can see everything.

Some were whispering to each other, some were talking about love, and some were bickering.

He chuckled.

It turns out that even if you obtain the method of eternal life, you cannot escape love, hate, and emotions.

No matter how great an immortal is, he is essentially a human being with human nature and shortcomings.

There was no point in looking any further, so Wen Yuxi withdrew his gaze with a lack of interest.

Turn to study the pillar beneath you.

This pillar is incredibly large, and looks like it is carved from white jade. Four or five people cannot hug it together.

He couldn't help but sigh a few times, thinking that he was a rich man. He could live on Earth for the rest of his life by just digging up a piece.

Looking outside, there are about 10 pillars like this, forming a circle around the square.

On second thought, these things are very precious, but for cultivators, spiritual energy is the most urgent need, and money is just something outside of the body.

After waiting for a long time, the person on the platform still didn't come over, and Wen Yuxi became a little impatient.

He crossed his legs, lay down leisurely, closed his eyes, and waited for the arrival of the "leaders".

Just as he was drowsy.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

coming!

Wen Yuxi rubbed his eyes, sat up and stretched, then looked towards the platform.

Three people have already taken their seats on the podium.

Sitting in the middle was a middle-aged man in a white robe.

He has a gentle face and kind eyes, giving people a non-aggressive feeling.

Sitting on the left of the man in white robe is a cold and beautiful woman in her thirties.

His aura was so cold that it kept people at a distance.

The one on the far right is a young man in his twenties.

Dressed in black, with a stern face, he sat on the high platform with his back straight and meticulous.

Wen Yuxi glanced around, and all the disciples looked towards the platform.

The smile on his face that had appeared during the playful fight also disappeared.

Everyone looked solemn and held their breath.

Wen Yuxi was amazed: "These people on the stage are much more capable than the principal and the dean of studies. Look how obedient they are."

Just when he was looking around and his mind was distracted.

The middle-aged man sitting in the middle of the podium suddenly stood up.

He glanced kindly at the disciples below the stage.

"Is Fu Hong here?"

Suddenly, a man stood out from the crowd. He was dressed differently from the other disciples, wearing a light blue suit.

He has a thin and tall figure, wears a jade crown on his head, and looks very eye-catching.

According to the novel routine.

He should be a big shot among this group of disciples.

Wen Yuxi stroked his chin with interest and thought.

The man took a few steps forward and bowed to the platform as a disciple.

"Disciple is here, what are your instructions, Master?"

It turned out to be the headmaster.

Somehow, Wen Yuxi suddenly thought of Yue Buqun.

In front of outsiders, he presents himself as a modest and elegant gentleman.

But he is insidious and cunning inside, full of tricks. He can endure what ordinary people cannot endure and will never give up until he achieves his goal.

I wonder if the person in front of me is as he appears to be.

Or maybe he is two-faced and a cunning but smiling tiger.

"Are all the disciples here?"

The disciple named Fu Hong hesitated for a moment. "There are 8,753 people in the sect. Except for... the Qingyun Peak Master and his two junior brothers, the rest are all here."

The headmaster waved his hand and asked Fu Hong to leave.

"Today, I called everyone here to announce something." The voice was a little heavy.

He suddenly stopped, a look of regret on his face.

"Let the law enforcement elder speak."

After saying that, he returned to his seat and sat down.

The law enforcement elder, that cold and beautiful lady.

His face showed impatience that was hard to conceal.

"Zhiming, a disciple of the Qingyun Peak master, is vicious and cruel to his fellow disciples. After discussion among the other peak masters, he has been sentenced to a thunderbolt formation and imprisonment in Xuanming Cave, where he cannot leave for three years."

The law enforcement elder's beautiful eyes were cold, and his voice was like an ice spike falling into water, crisp but chilling.

She raised her chin and pointed at the disciple at the front of the platform and said, "

Go and bring him up.”

Two disciples came forward and saluted, saying, "Yes, Master."

Wen Yuxi suddenly realized that he was the disciple of the law enforcement elder.

No wonder when it was so lively just now, these two people were still looking straight ahead and standing seriously.

However, who exactly is Zhiming?

I also heard this name on the way here just now.

Harming fellow disciples is a serious sin.

I wonder if it hurts to be struck by thunder?

And that Xuanming Cave doesn't sound like a good place.

Wen Yuxi sighed inexplicably at this stranger.

Hang in there, brother!

It only takes a cup of tea.

The two men brought "Zhiming" over.

Wen Yuxi was extremely curious.

He stretched his neck and looked down.

This is a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old.

He is very tall, but too thin.

There were several whip marks on his body, with bloody wounds turning outward, which was shocking to see.

What on earth did you do that made you so cruel?

Wen Yuxi couldn't bear to look at the wound anymore and moved his eyes upwards.

The young man's hair, which was standing upright, was a little loose.

A few strands of hair hanging on her face make her look even more like jade.

But...why does it look familiar?

Wen Yuxi shook her head, looked away from him, and continued to look at the platform.

"Zhiming, do you admit your guilt?"

The law enforcement elder asked coldly.

"Disciple, I know my sin."

"I will punish you by subjecting you to the Thunder Formation and confinement in Xuanming Cave for three years. Do you have any objections?"

"Disciple, no objection."

An incomprehensible look flashed across the eyes of the law enforcement elder, as if he couldn't bear to watch the execution. He turned around and said, "Execute!"

"and many more."

The young man who confessed suddenly shouted.

"What? You want to go back on your word?" The law enforcement elder's beautiful eyes turned cold and his tone was unfriendly.

"No, I beg the elder to allow me to take Junior Brother Zhiyu with me."

As soon as the words fell, all the disciples were in an uproar.

The law enforcement elder said sternly, "Do you know what the Xuanming Cave is? Zhiyu is only at the Qi Refining Stage and cannot withstand the strong winds inside. Do you want him to die?"

The boy's straight body trembled.

He suddenly knelt down, and his voice was no longer as flat as before.

His words were sincere and his voice was hoarse: "I will protect him well. I hope that the headmaster and the elders will show mercy."

The boy knelt stubbornly on the cold ground, his surging emotions hidden in his eyes.

a long time.

The young man on the platform, who had been silent the entire time, suddenly stood up and said to the other two, "Brother, Sister, in my opinion, Senior Brother Qingyun only has two disciples, Zhiming and Zhiyu. Now that Senior Brother is no longer around, and Zhiming is about to enter Xuanming Cave, Zhiyu is still young and it would be inappropriate to leave her alone to take care of her. Why not just follow Zhiming's advice and let Zhiyu go with him?"

The headmaster sighed and said, "Junior brother, what you said makes sense, but we need to ask Zhiyu's opinion. What if he doesn't want to?"

"I would like to follow my senior brother into Xuanming Cave, and I hope the Sect Master will grant my wish."

A voice of a child about eleven or twelve years old came from behind.

Wen Yuxi was so engrossed in watching that he didn't notice someone else coming over.

He looked quickly behind him.

It turned out to be a child of eleven or twelve years old.

but...

Wen Yuxi frowned: Why does this child look so much like me?

Maybe it’s my own dream, and I’m the protagonist?

He quickly felt relieved and went to see the young man.

The boy looked a little flustered: "Why are you here? Go back."

Tears welled up in the child's eyes, and he tried hard to keep them open, saying, "Brother, please don't chase me away. I'll just watch from the side."

The boy's body trembled violently, and then he smiled: "Okay, we will go back together later."

Wen Yuxi looked at the two of them, talking back and forth, and couldn't help but feel sad and stuffy in his heart.

He turned his head away and stopped looking at the two people.

I actually saw several young female disciples in the distance secretly wiping away tears.

For a moment, I didn't feel the blockage in my heart anymore.

"Execution!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "click" sound.

A flash of lightning flashed overhead and struck downwards.

Wen Yuxi looked down hurriedly.

Including the pillar he was standing on, a total of ten pillars suddenly connected together to form a huge electric net that wrapped the boy inside.

Tiny arcs of electricity spread out along his neck, head, and body like oncoming poisonous snakes.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but squint his eyes, his scalp tingling, as if he was enduring the punishment himself.

The boy's veins bulged, his face flushed red, and there seemed to be arcs of electricity flashing in his eyes, blood-red and eerie.

Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

The child finally couldn't hold back his tears and burst into tears, desperately trying to run towards the lightning: "Brother, brother..."

He was quickly grabbed by other disciples!

The scene was too bloody and even the people on the platform couldn't bear to watch any longer.

The young man was really lucky and managed to survive.

"Stop! The thunder array has passed. Law enforcement disciples, send these two people to Xuanming Cave."

After the leader finished speaking, he flew away with the other two.

All the disciples also scattered, pointing at the young man, and then scattered like birds and beasts.

The child cried bitterly, his eyes swollen like walnuts. He rushed over and hugged the boy, crying again: "Brother, wake up, Xi'er is scared."

The young man coughed twice, raised his trembling fingers, and stroked his head: "Senior brother is here, Xi'er is not afraid."

This scene really looks familiar.

The scene is so touching.

Wen Yuxi, however, felt that his dream-making skills were worthy of the "Best Director Award."

Just as I was daydreaming, I suddenly felt a severe headache.

Wen Yuxi held his head and rolled around.

What's going on? Why does it hurt so much?

Isn't this a dream? Why does it hurt?

Wen Yuxi closed her eyes, gasping for breath and groaning in pain.

I don’t know how long it took, but the headache finally subsided.

Wen Yuxi sat up from the ground and slowly opened his eyes.

White.

Endless white.

It was a vast expanse of sky, with nothing in it.

What happened? Did I enter another dream?

Wen Yuxi is preparing to respond.

Suddenly, a clear voice came from beside me.

"Put the medicine on the table, and you go down first."

This...this is Wen Qianyi's voice.

Is it that his consciousness has awakened but his body cannot?