The first Qingyuan Sect Sparrow God Competition ended successfully.
The main reason was that the other three people stopped fighting. Looking at classmate Xiao Li's head resting on his flat belly, the three of them all had the same look of resentment.
It seems more uncomfortable than losing money.
Elder Hanhe told him to remember to come to Shenbing Peak, and that ended the despair of playing with things. Shang Wu owed a lot of famine, and although classmate Xiao Li had no intention of asking her to pay it back, she had already lost her elder salary.
If you keep playing, you will lose your pants.
There were enough people, but Qin Yuzhi still hadn't had enough fun, so she sighed reluctantly:
"I have to fight in my dream again."
"Can you control your dreams?"
Li Mo put the mahjong away and asked curiously.
"It's just a small skill, don't treat me like the seventh realm."
Qin Yuzhi twitched her nose, as if she was awesome:
"Memory is the origin of dreams. Yunmengxian's resurrection has no way to penetrate. In order to let myself relax in dreams, in addition to traveling around other people's dreams while I was asleep, I also invented this secret technique."
"What do you think? You guys want to learn."
Li Mo was okay, he was just a little curious about this kind of thaumaturgy.
Lord Bingtuozi, it is necessary to learn a lesson to take preventive measures before they happen.
"The mahjong loan has been repaid."
"Humph, this secret technique is easy to learn, but since you sincerely ask for advice, I will teach you casually."
Half an hour later.
Leader Qin's expressions went through "It's wrong, but you still have to practice"; "There are some things, but this is hard for you?" ’; in the end it became ‘Who am I, who am I, what am I doing? ’
She thought quietly and returned to the wing.
Li Mo stood up and took a look at the scenery. It was getting late, cloudless, and the moon was sparse. The huge moon climbed halfway up the snow-capped mountains. It played with the snowflakes with the wind, making the night sky scatter with stars and sand.
Looking back, Ying Bing was sitting under the moonlight, his face hanging down in the moonlight. There was a mixture of light and dark in the moonlight, and there was a quiet rustle in the book he was turning.
"The moonlight is so beautiful today."
"놆 is beautiful."
Ying Bing raised his eyes and nodded.
Li Mo smiled.
In the process of dual cultivation with Bingtuozi, the two gradually formed a tacit understanding, such as "the moonlight is so beautiful."
As we all know, when the moon is beautiful, the lunar yin is full of divine energy and is most suitable for observation, so this has also become a signal to apply for dual cultivation.
It seems like it's been a while since the two of them looked at the moon together... Well, they were observing the divine will of the Taiyin.
Practicing Qigong is all about dripping water, how can you be so lazy!
"Then I'll go to your room and wait for you."
"What are you doing in my room?"
"??"
Li Mo was confused, do you want to cultivate both 놊놆 and 놊놆?
Then he saw a wicked curve at the corner of Fairy Han's mouth, and her moon-colored eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
"Today, I want to study the art of Huang Liang, be good."
"All right....."
Li Mo blocked the word, but still showed his disappointment at not being able to observe Taiyin's divine will, and returned to his room.
Regardless, he still has a lot of top forms and several polar forms that he hasn’t finished yet.
By observing the seven orifices of the gods, one can acquire the magical power of a great sage.
Empty-nest Xiao Li's back, the moonlight shines down very long... very long...
Seeing him go upstairs, Ying Bing pursed his lower lip and sat for a while before getting up.
After opening the door to the boudoir, she heard the tossing and turning on the other side again, feeling a little helpless.
She closed the door gently.
By the moonlight, she took out the book Huang Liang Zhi Shu again and saw what was written on it:
"꿂There is something to think about, and there is something to dream about at night."
That's right, the art of dreaming is not just about how you want the dream to be. At least you can control the dream at will, like Qin Yuzhi, playing mahjong in the dream.
You can only use a special way to create psychological hints for yourself.
Only by letting certain thoughts become ingrained and then dreaming can the dream be changed to a certain extent by the thoughts.
If Li Mo sleeps next to her.
What will her dream become?
"It's much worse."
Ying Bing read through it again to make sure that there was nothing wrong with the method she had mastered.
Afterwards, she began to recall the scenes from her previous life.
After Nirvana and rebirth, other memories are very clear, except for the fuzzy and incomplete ones in the ruins.
Except for a defective heart, I know everything else.
She wanted to know why she failed.
And Ying Huang.
The other party appeared in her dream last time. If she could control her dream, would there be something the same?
Thinking of this, a feeling of sleepiness came to my mind.
Suddenly.
[Tip, distance system ranking, countdown is 29꽭. 】
[This punishment is: plant seventy-seven forty-nine strawberries. 】
[In order to let the host know his shame and be brave, we are automatically showing relevant scenes to the host. 】
"?"
Before Ying Bing fell asleep, the last scene that flashed through his eyes...
It’s in the head of the gentleman Xiao Li!
.....
That night, in the dream of a certain former demon-evoking leader.
"The leader is so awesome!"
"Eighteen Arhats, you can make such cards."
"The leader is mighty and his card skills are divine!"
In front of the card table, amidst the flattery, Qin Yuzhi looked out the window. The Summoning God Cult in her memory was now taking on the responsibility of monitoring the good weather and managing the huge number of sentient beings. power.
A scene of prosperity.
"Master, I will be as powerful as you from now on."
Qin Yuzhi turned her head and saw that six-year-old child, whose eyes were full of love and admiration for herself.
This is one of her apprentices.
"Si Ye, please come on."
Qin Yuzhi smiled and touched his head, but her heart was filled with bitterness.
땡risiyehe.....
Now you are already a handful of yellow, right?
A dream that had been a dream for thousands of years, this dream seemed so real that sometimes it was difficult for her, the creator, to tell the truth from the false.
Now it is beginning to collapse and scatter like gravel in the wind.
This dream...
놇When reality comes, it comes to an end.
Qin Yuzhi sat on the throne and silently watched all this happen.
Immediately, she sighed quietly, and she began to float in the dream, wandering aimlessly in the brilliant river of dreams. Each bubble was the dream of other people in the Qingyuan Sect.
This is another of her secret skills, sleepwalking.
She can travel through the dreams of many people and even step into them.
Um?
Suddenly, Qin Yuzhi stopped in front of one of the colorful bubbles.
The image of this bubble is condensed by moonlight, but it is faintly pink.
"This... Xiao Bing'er's dream?"
Qin Yuzhi blinked curiously, and her depressed mood became cheerful.
A quiet and aloof person like her.
What kind of dream will you have?
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PS: Happy National Day, audience gentlemen, -3-
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