[Thunderbolt][鷇梦] Qin Xiao and Ming

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For some reason, Yinzi has never dreamed.

But that night, he had a strange dream.

The dream was the first time he met Su Huan in real life.

There were people coming and going on the street, and he squatted in front of the restaurant by himself, counting the passing ants by his feet in boredom, when he suddenly looked up, he saw Su Huan genuinely smiling at him.

This is very rare, because behind the smile of my master, there is usually something else that can be read, such as pity or bitterness or helplessness.Anyway, no matter which one it is, it will not be as pure as it is now.So pure that there is only gentleness left, and gentle enough that the words "junziruyu" should be reversed when used on him, writing jade like a gentleman.

It is such a modest and refined person, with that plain white robe that moves violently without wind, shining brightly in front of Yinzi's eyes.

At that time, Yinyinzi didn't know what that layer of brilliance meant, but he only thought that even the exiled immortal was probably no more than that.

Therefore, when Su really stretched out his hand to him, Yinzi involuntarily held it, but at that time his hands were small and could only hold a few fingers, so he was pulled up like this.

Then the world changed, and in front of him were the juvenile twins. Two identical pairs of dark red eyes were staring at him and looking at him. They even blinked at the exact same frequency. Immediately, one of them was almost so happy that he clapped his hands and cheered.

"Wow, are you the junior brother that Master just picked up from Houshan!"

Yinzi thought for a while, then shook his head seriously, "No."

"Eh?"

"I was picked up by Master from the street."

"Oh," the other party nodded, and said thoughtfully, "Our entire sect was picked up by the master from the back mountain, and you are an exception."

I don't know when he broke away from the first-person perspective, and Yinzi looked at the scene in front of him, snorted coldly, and felt a hint of ridicule in his heart——

Do you just pick up the flowers and trees that grow from the back of the mountain?This kind of rhetoric, only a three-year-old child will believe it.

But having said that, I don't know if these dozens of Jiazi have passed, whether Tianjue now knows where all the brothers from that school come from...

Yinzi gave a wry smile, unexpectedly waking himself up abruptly.

The arm was heavy, still unable to lift it up, Yinzi barely supported his neck, and when he looked up, he saw that Wu Mengsheng was facing away from him, lifting his foot on the edge of Jiuding and putting it down, repeating it several times carefully and carefully.

Guessing that Wu Mengsheng was trying to find out the cause of the abnormality last night, Yinzi turned over and barely propped himself up with his left hand, "It has nothing to do with Ding."

"what?"

"It has nothing to do with Ding, this is not a formation." Yinzi frowned, and rubbed his right shoulder with his left hand. Although there was no wound there, there was a dull pain, as if the whole arm no longer belonged to him, "Come here."

Hearing this, Wumengsheng reflexively raised his foot and took a step towards Yinzi, but then stopped, he shook his feather fan, and instantly regained his former look, looking at Yinzi vigilantly, "Who are you?" .”

Wu Mengsheng has been asking this question since he woke up last night, and it is obviously not as simple as asking who is the name.

"Danhua holds a Yinzi, a person who cultivates the Tao."

"Then, I'm—" Wu Mengsheng looked at his hand in confusion, and then at Quanyin Feiyuqin lying beside Yinzi, "Is it a human, a ghost, or a demon."

Last night, before Wu Mengsheng lost consciousness, he clearly realized that he had turned reality into nothingness, and finally fell asleep in the piano all night.

Yinzi didn't speak, and couldn't see what kind of emotion was in his eyes. He just looked at Wu Mengsheng's dark red eyes without sadness or joy, and after a long time, he slowly opened his mouth and repeated, "Come here."

This time, Wu Mengsheng went over as promised, but Yinzi grabbed his wrist.

Cold fingers moved on Wu Mengsheng's wrist, probing deeply and sometimes shallowly, and then let go in a moment.

Yinzi sighed almost unrecognizably, closed and opened his eyes again, as if he had made a great determination, he stood up immediately and said, "I'll take you to a place."

Seeing Yinzi's expression, Wu Mengsheng was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "If my life is not long, if I live, I will live and if I die, I will die. Life is fixed, so why force it."

"Oh?"

"But I have a place that I really want to see."

"where."

"The place where the Coffin Sacrifice is performed."

Hearing this, Yinzi's eyes darkened, and he asked in a cold voice, "How much do you remember?"

"Ha, I can't remember." Wu Mengsheng shook his feather fan, and the breeze was blowing, "But so what, I just want to see if it is completed."

Yinzi clenched his fists and almost squeezed words between his teeth, "So what if it's finished."

"It's good when it's done."

"Why?"

"Forgot, just remember that it is very important to the common people in the world." After a pause, Wu Mengsheng said again, "It seems that it is also very important to a person."

"Oh, Cangsheng." The pain in the shoulder blade of the right arm began to hurt again, and the heart was clenched even more. The whole body was trembling with the pain, but he still stood upright, and his tone was as steady as usual, but he couldn't stop the kindness. The taste of swallowing gall spread in the bottom of my heart, "Is the life of the common people important? You know that other people's lives are precious, but why don't you cherish your own life?"

"I don't?" Wu Mengsheng shook his head, not paying attention, "Forget, so I'm already a ghost? Forget it, let me see that place, but I wish for reincarnation."

It doesn't matter if you die, right?

For many years, this person has not changed at all, and he, Yinzi, hates this very much.

"That's it," Yan Yinzi flicked his sleeves, showing three points of anger coldly. The wind from his sleeves shattered the stone slabs on the ground, "The coffin sacrifice has done its best. You and...you The common people I care about have escaped this calamity."

"Oh, that's good."

good?Is this a good result?

Yinzi snorted coldly, but seeing Wumengsheng's relaxed expression, he realized that he was anxious to go down the mountain after waking up last night.

Yinzi raised his head to look up at the sky, and as if he was staring at something, he was ruthless, and his nails dug into the flesh of his palm——

No dream, I will never let your soul fly away.

"Come on, I'll take you to a place."

"Su Zhenzhen——! What did you do again! Is it because the tea is not good to drink? Or the piano is not good to play? What are you doing to provoke those ancestors in Time City!"

"Hey, my friend, the people in Time City may not all be ancestors older than us." Su Zhenzhen kept on playing with the strings of the qin. The piano is no different.

"At this time, I still have the mood to joke! I think the tea in Liuli Wonderland is not good enough, so you have to drink the bitter tea in Time City! Here! Satisfy you!"

After Qu Shitu finished speaking, he slapped the envelope in his hand on the table, sat down in front of the table angrily, took a cup and poured himself tea to quench the fire.

Without Su Zhenzhen's reminder, Tian Jue, who was at the side, had already walked over cheerfully, opened the lace-trimmed envelope, shook out the white and light silk that was as thin as a cloud, and glanced at it.

"Hey, boss, they really want to invite you to Shuli Mountain for afternoon tea."

"Well, I know."

Su Huanzhen turned his eyes away from the strings, looked at Tian Jue thoughtfully, and stopped his plucking fingers to stabilize the strings.

"Uh--"

The moment the sound of the piano stopped, Tian Jue frowned, suddenly supported the table with one hand, and pressed his chest with the other hand, gasping for breath.He seemed to be having difficulty breathing, and seeing beads of sweat start to slip from the corners of his forehead, Tian Jue only felt a loud ringing in his ears, he shook his head, and felt his brain also shaking, and he almost knelt down in a whirl.

Seeing this, Su Zhenzhen rushed over and stuffed a golden pill into Tian Jue's mouth, supported his chin to let him swallow it, and pushed his back to help him dissipate the pill.

"What, what's going on?" Qu Shitu looked at what happened just in front of him, put down his teacup and stepped forward to be concerned.

Seeing that Tian Jue's face recovered slightly, Su Zhenzhen stopped his hands, frowned and said, "As expected, Wu Mengsheng has lost his godhead."

"Ah?!" Qu Shitu opened his mouth wide, "What happened?"

"It's hard to say," Su Zhenzhen looked at Tian Yujue and said, "But it seems that because you forcibly intervened to reverse the fate and bear the calamity for him, you also inherited the mana that Wu Mengsheng should have lost when he lost his godhead."

"Then wouldn't my mana increase greatly? But what's the situation now?" Tian Jue patted his chest, soothing his little heart that was jumping up and down.

"Any body has a maximum limit of mana that it can withstand. If it exceeds, it may not be a good thing."

"Oh, I remembered, just like the Spoon Immortal who was cheated to death by you and your uncle?" Tian Jue said heartlessly, as if he was not discussing whether he would explode to death in the future.

"It seems that this trip to Time City is a must."