There's something wrong with the general.

Wen Yuxi and Wen Qianyi got on the carriage.

Wen Qianyi was reading a book, while Wen Yuxi was leaning back in the carriage, drowsy.

Just after finishing the meal, the carriage started shaking again, which made people feel sleepy.

Wherever the carriage passed, the vendors hawking their wares along the street shouted with full energy.

Because there were so many people, the carriage stopped for a while and then moved for a while.

Wen Yuxi was feeling restless and irritable.

He opened his eyes, pulled back the curtain and looked out of the car.

It seemed like something happened ahead, blocking the road and making it impossible to pass.

Wen Yuxi frowned and said to the coachman, "Is there another way? Let's go around it."

"My Lord, this road is the only way to the city gate. Please be patient. Once you pass this section, there will be no more traffic."

Fine.

Wen Yuxi stretched his head back.

Isn’t it just the ancient version of rush hour? Just wait and see.

But this time is different from usual.

The traffic has been stuck there for nearly fifteen minutes.

For the first time, Wen Yuxi was extremely anxious.

He looked at Wen Qianyi, who was holding a book in his hand and reading it calmly, as if he was "oblivious to the world outside".

Seeing him so calm, Wen Yuxi's heart calmed down for some reason.

He crossed his arms behind his head, his eyes involuntarily falling on him, and he was lost in thought for a moment.

This look was too blatant and self-righteous for Wen Qianyi to ignore. The words on the book were like unfamiliar symbols and he could no longer read them.

He simply put down the book, raised his head and asked, "But what's the matter? Why are you staring at me?"

what?

Wen Yuxi suddenly came back to his senses. He sat side by side with Wen Qianyi, like a brother, with his hand on his shoulder, winking and saying, "Brother, you are 25 years old this year. Have you thought about finding me a sister-in-law?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage suddenly moved forward. Wen Yuxi lost his balance and fell backwards.

Because he was sitting in front of Wen Qianyi, his body fell straight towards Wen Qianyi.

She just fell into his arms.

"My Lord, the road ahead is open, please sit tight."

Wen Yuxi: “.........”

Just two words, speechless.

Don’t you know to tell me in advance?

Wen Qianyi's embrace felt a little cold, perhaps because he was not in good health.

At that moment, my face hit his chest, and there was a faint indescribable fragrance at the tip of my nose.

Just when he was about to make a closer look, Wen Qianyi pushed him out of his arms.

"Be careful, don't fall."

Wen Yuxi looked at his handsome face dazedly and replied blankly, "Okay."

I actually forgot that I asked the question before.

Wen Qianyi didn't know whether he didn't want to answer or was interrupted by this sudden change and forgot about it.

Now that the road was no longer blocked, the carriage moved very quickly.

After passing the city gate, we walked along the official road.

Autumn had arrived early this year, and the leaves on the trees along the road had already begun to turn yellow, yet the sky was unusually bright. Looking out, the sky, high above them, seemed to be separated by countless stars, a brilliant blue like the sea. Though there were few white clouds, they were all large, rushing towards the distance, as if they were in a hurry to attend to something important.

The birds were playing back and forth on the branches, stretching out their sharp beaks, pecking at the leaves and preening their feathers.

It feels so comfortable.

The wheels turned, and besides the swaying of leaves and the chirping of birds, it was the loudest sound.

Wen Yuxi looked back at Wen Qianyi, who was still reading a book.

He did not forget the reason why he came out with Wen Qianyi this time, which was to let him go out and relax.

How can we waste such beautiful autumn scenery?

You can read books at any time, but once the autumn scenery is gone, you can only wait until next time, and who knows what the scene will be like on this time next year.

Perhaps it is because I am a modern person and have never seen so many famous rivers, so I yearn for them.

Now that I have this opportunity, I must take a good look at it.

I also want to share this beautiful autumn scenery with Wen Qianyi.

He turned around and held the other end of the book with a smile: "Brother, since you agreed to accompany me out, your time belongs to me. You should spend more time with me. Why are you reading by yourself?"

Wen Qianyi's eyes relaxed a little, and his hand holding the book loosened a little. Wen Yuxi saw this, smiled cunningly, quickly pulled the book away, and placed it under the cabinet where he was sitting.

Wen Qianyi smiled helplessly, I'm really scared of you.

"Okay, at your service."

Wen Yuxi sat there, chattering non-stop, asking this and that. Wen Qianyi, who was knowledgeable and experienced, answered all his questions one by one.

"Brother, the book says that people with kung fu skills can climb walls, walk on water, and pluck leaves as swords. Is that true?"

"Although it's a bit exaggerated, a top-notch expert should be able to do it."

Wen Yuxi's eyes immediately sparkled, and he quickly asked, "What about me before? Could I have done this?"

Wen Qianyi looked at him with such interest, but did not speak, just looked at him deeply.

Oops, why are we talking about this again?

I originally wanted to take him out to relax, and it would be wrong to make him sad again.

Wen Yuxi nervously tugged at the corner of his clothes, not knowing how to cover it up.

“I’ve never tried it, but maybe it’s possible.”

Wen Qianyi paused, then continued, "Don't talk about these things. Perhaps somewhere, there are immortal cultivators who can fly into the sky and escape into the ground."

Ok?

"Brother, how could you believe that there are immortals in this world? Seeing how much you love reading, I thought you didn't believe in such things."

Wen Qianyi smiled and said, "Of course I believe it, but what about you, Xi'er? Do you believe it?"

Of course I believe it!

I am the beneficiary of the immortal cultivators. This body can come to this world because of them.

How could Wen Yuxi not believe it?

Thinking back to the dreams I had before, I dreamed of the two young men several times, and also the immortal disciple named Zhiming Zhiyu who was in a coma last time.

Just outrageous.

How could I have such a strange dream?

Isn’t it said that dreams are the manifestation of the subconscious and the continuation of reality? Then are they true or false?

"What did Xi'er think of?"

Wen Yuxi didn't think there was anything unspeakable about these things, so he didn't hide it.

"Brother, do you still remember that I was in a coma the day before yesterday?"

"Of course I remember." Wen Qianyi looked at him gently, his clear eyes seemed to encourage him to continue.

Wen Yuxi paused and spoke again, "I couldn't wake up because I seemed to have entered a very mysterious state. I woke up in a cultivation sect in my dream. I was surrounded by young people wearing disciple uniforms. I greeted them, but they couldn't see me, but I could see them."

Wen Qianyi's body suddenly stiffened and his eyes became blank for a moment.

Wen Yuxi was immersed in her own memories and did not notice that something was wrong with him.

"They seemed to be watching an execution. I followed them to a large square filled with disciples. Later, a young man named Zhiming was tortured. The scene was very bloody. The young man also had a fellow disciple who burst into tears, and the onlookers were very sad. But strangely, when I saw that man..."

Wen Yuxi secretly glanced at Wen Qianyi and was stunned by his expression for a moment.

There were faint traces of blood in his eyes.

Wen Yuxi remembered that when he came, his eyes were fine. He just said a few words, but why did he react so strongly?

At this moment, Wen Qianyi looked up at him, his eyes returning to their usual calmness: "Why don't you say anything?"