i have a sword fairy

Chapter 304 Who is the dream with?

In a dream like a landscape painting.

In a peach blossom garden made entirely of ink.

A strange school with a tall, sturdy, rigid structure, but no door to enter, and only a small casement.

A little girl in the middle of a group of children, who is as numb and dull as the tool man in the dream.

He even resisted!
And beat him up.

At this moment, Zhao Rong was a little dazed.

And it's still in his lucid dream, which is really the opposite.

Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide and looked at the expressionless little girl in front of him.

Well, it's probably Yu Huaijin.

This feeling of being beaten, this sloppy expression, this stern action.

However, it's fine if you do this during the day, after all, sometimes Qingjun is not around, and it's not in calligraphy class, my young master, this little Ascension to Heaven, can't suppress you.

It's just that in my dream at night, you dare to be so stupid... Well, didn't you just pinch your little face.

Zhao Rong's teeth itch.

He was going to let her see the power of the dream master to do whatever he wanted, to hang her up and beat her in various poses he knew.

But in the next second, Zhao Rong frowned suddenly, remembering that this dream is a bit weird now, it doesn't seem like he could construct it by himself.

Because of these strange scenes and the vague and inexplicable images behind them.

It doesn't seem to fit him.

Thinking in the day and dreaming in the night, not to mention the water of the heart lake hidden under the shimmering surface of the heart lake.

These are the nourishment of dreams.

Just like at this moment, the pain in Zhao Rong's palm made him very familiar.

After thinking about it for a while, I remembered that this is exactly the same feeling as when I was hit by a board when I was playing the piano in a make-up class a few days ago.

Past experience is the nourishment of dreams.

The same goes for the characters, the sounds, the touch.

Well, the feeling of pinching the little girl's face just now is the same as when pinching Qian'er in the daytime...

But right now, the weird dream of this weird landscape painting is a bit crooked, it doesn't seem to grow out of absorbing his 'nutrition'.

The familiar and easy-to-understand human language is...'This kid doesn't look like me'.

Zhao Rong decided it was better to be steady and not fight back.

At this moment, he was secretly vigilant, and at the same time silently stared at the little girl in front of him who was suspected to be Yu Huaijin.

The latter is also looking at him.

The two looked at each other.

It's just that the facial expressions made of ink and wash are somewhat blurred, and only the outlines of the nose and eyes can be seen, and some small expressions are difficult to capture.

But Zhao Rong didn't need to think about it, she must have a serious face.

But this Yu Huaijin...

Is it alive or not! ?

Just like him, in the same dream, or maybe it was Zhao Rong who broke into her dream?
Zhao Rong didn't withdraw his hand for a moment.

Instead, he looked around and found that no one seemed to notice.

Just the same as before, the tall and thin old master was still standing on the podium with his waist straight, and the other young students in the audience were all bowing their heads and studying hard.

He tentatively asked, "Fish, Yu Huaijin? Brother Huaijin?"

The little girl in Zongjiao remained motionless, facing Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong said in a friendly tone, "What a coincidence, you're here too. I'm Tzuyu."

After a pause, seeing that she still didn't move, he glanced at the perpetrator's hand caught by her, and said solemnly:

"Ahem, I didn't expect Senior Yu to be so cute when I was a child, very similar to a childhood playmate I once knew, ahem, I thought I dreamed of her just now, so I wanted to pinch my face..."

The little girl was very still.

At a certain moment, she let go of her hand suddenly and turned her head back without looking at Zhao Rong.

The little girl in the corner glanced at the tall and thin old master on the podium, then lowered her head to read again as if nothing had happened, just like the young students around her.

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, and carefully looked at this strange little girl.

Is this Yu Huaijin alive or a tool man in a dream?

Could it be that he was thinking too much and it was just a normal resistance of a tool man?

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong couldn't bear it anymore.

With the hand that had just been beaten by the board, he resumed his old work, quietly stretched out an index finger like an ink stick, approached the face of the little girl in Zongjiao, and then stopped suddenly.

Zhao Rong learned the lesson just now, and instead grabbed a writing brush next to her, approached her face with the tip of the brush, and poked it lightly...

Click!

Whoosh!
boom!
After a while of dizziness, Zhao Rong was thrown out of the school by someone from the window, following a parabolic trajectory, landing like a wild goose on flat sand.

"........."

Zhao Rong raised his hand and jumped up.

At that moment, before he could see clearly, he was thrown out.

Zhao Rong hurried to the window of the school and took a look inside.

What caught his eyes was an extremely strange scene.

There was no one in the seat where the little girl was sitting in the corner, and it had disappeared without a trace.

And the tall and thin old master and the other twenty young students froze like stone carvings, either standing or sitting in place.

Preserve the posture and action of the previous moment.

Zhao Rong raised his eyelids, then suddenly turned his head and looked at other places in the village.

I saw that the busy village had become quiet.

All the villagers were like the stone carvings in the school, frozen in place, motionless, like solidified ink.

next second.

These solidified inks.

melted.

People, houses, trees, rocks.

All melted.

Ink dripped.

Zhao Rong hadn't had time to react yet.

The entire ink painting-like dreamland melted quickly like paraffin wax under the candlelight.

falling apart.

And Zhao Rong didn't feel the heat that melted them, nor any sound.

Everything is done quietly and quietly.

Like a silent death.

Ink poured down like a torrential rain.

The ground beneath his feet melted.

The light that illuminated everything before, from nowhere, suddenly disappeared, like a room with the lights turned off.

Zhao Rong fell, face down, and below was an endless abyss.

dark, dark.

Can't see anything.

have water.

Zhao Rong fell into the water without a sound.

No, not water, but ink.

It is the melted ink of the whole world.

Warm and dense, filling the nose and mouth.

Suffocate, suffocate.

call----!
On the bed in the north room, Zhao Rong, who was face down on the quilt, jumped up suddenly.

Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide, turned over and sat on the bed, breathing out the stale air between his chest and lungs.

He looked around.

The room is quiet and dark, only an oil lamp on the desk not far away emits a dim orange light, illuminating a small area around the desk.

But the rest of the house was still gray.

The window is still shrouded in darkness.

Zhao Rong came back to his senses, and his breathing gradually subsided.

He supported the bed with one hand, rubbed his face with the other hand, looked at the lonely lamp in the room, and muttered softly.

"Ink painting...Meng...Yu Huaijin...Mo..."

……

the next morning.

In the Mochi Academy, Zhao Rong is taking a calligraphy class in the Justice Hall.

During class break, he found Gu Yiwu.

"Brother Gu, I would like to ask you something."

Gu Yiwu looked at Zhao Rong with a serious expression, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Brother Zhao, what's the matter? Let's just say, um, is it the rumors in the academy recently? Huh, Brother Zhao don't need to care about these, we Zhengyitang students will not take those rumors seriously, and we will not spread them. ..."

"Wait, wait." Zhao Rong interrupted.

He frowned slightly, and looked at Gu Yiwu, "Someone in the academy is talking about me behind my back? Oh, no matter what they say, it's boring, I didn't ask this."

Gu Yiwu rubbed the back of his head, "Then what's the matter with Brother Zhao?"

Zhao Rong pondered for a while, "A few days ago, yes, that was the day when Brother Gu and I met for the first time, in Mr. Zhu's Yilanxuan waiting booth, when several other school seniors were there, do you remember do not remember?"

Gu Yiwu glanced at him, and said solemnly:

"Of course I remember. I still remember that day, before Brother Zhao entered the gate, I had a feeling in my heart. I looked at the gate of the courtyard. At that time, I only felt a sense in the center of the dark, telling me that something extraordinary will happen next. , an extraordinary person appears."

With a sincere tone, he patted Zhao Rong on the shoulder and looked directly at him.

"Even, at the moment I felt it, the surrounding air was a little darker, waiting for the person outside the door to appear, and then they made a brilliant debut together. And the rhythmic knock on the door after that, the next time I heard it I knew that the person who came here must be a very well-educated and gentle person, but when I saw him later, it was indeed so! I was attracted by Brother Zhao's heroic appearance at first sight..."

Zhao Rong originally planned to ask about his background, but he couldn't intervene.

At this time, he opened his mouth slightly, and gradually closed it, looking at the simple and honest expression of the man in front of him, and hearing his eloquent words.

Zhao Rong was expressionless.

As Gu Yiwu talked, it seemed that he also noticed Zhao Rong's expression, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

The air is quiet.

The two stared at each other, and the atmosphere gradually became awkward.

Gu Yiwu covered his mouth and coughed lightly twice.

Zhao Rong looked at him calmly, waiting for him to speak.

Can talk?Just say more.

Gu Yiwu felt that it was a bit too much, he turned his face away in embarrassment, and said in a low voice: "So Brother Zhao, I mean, I still remember what happened at that time."

Zhao Rong was silent for a while, nodded slightly, and suddenly said:
"At that time, the ink heart vermilion fruit taken out by Senior Han in the Xiudao Hall, well, it should be called this name, brother Gu, do you still remember?"

Gu Yiwu was slightly taken aback, probably because he didn't expect him to ask this matter.

"Of course I remember, Moxin Zhuguo, it's very interesting. It is indeed like what Li Wenyuan and Senior Li of Guangyetang said, it can make people fall asleep at night, entering a dream like a landscape painting."

He glanced at Zhao Rong's serious expression, raised his thick eyebrows, but still smiled and said:

"A few days ago, when I had nothing to do, I deliberately fell asleep for several nights. It was really interesting to play in this ink-wash dream. I even found that it is very convenient to practice calligraphy and painting in this ink-wash dream. It really kills two birds with one stone. .”

Zhao Rong listened quietly, thoughtful.

Gu Yiwu shook his head.

"However, I've played too much, and it's really boring to be alone. I've been busy these days, and I haven't had a dream for a while, and I don't know if the miraculous effect of the vermilion fruit has dissipated, but Brother Li said it should last for a long time. Time. This thing is really strange."

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, thought for a while, and asked from the beginning.

"This Moxin Zhuguo can make people fall asleep and enter a dream like a landscape painting?"

Gu Yiwu glanced at him, nodded in a daze, "Brother Zhao doesn't know? Oh, that's right, when Brother Li from Guangyetang introduced this item, you hadn't arrived yet."

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, and he nodded slightly.

How did I know that you people on the mountain are so good at playing, there are so many circles around you when you eat fruit...

He just wanted to eat some refreshing fruit because he was aroused by his practice at that time. At most, he thought that the "spiritual fruit" they were sharing could increase his spiritual energy cultivation.

So Zhao Rong didn't care much about Han Wenfu's expression, did everyone have it?I also want.

He also bought one for nothing.

Gu Yiwu thought for a while, then explained slowly.

"According to Li Xuechang of Guangyetang, this ink heart vermilion fruit is popular among the private circles of the Mohists and hermits on Nanwangque Mountain. It is an elegant object for private parties. It is said that when the eater falls asleep, he will enter a dream like a landscape painting..."

He told Zhao Rong about Mo Xin Zhu Guo in detail about what he heard that day and what he found out later, and he didn't feel bored.

Soon.

Zhao Rong suddenly said again: "Brother Gu, are you sure that this landscape painting dream can only be entered by one person? Will you not meet other people who eat fruit?"

When the words fell, he frowned slightly, because he thought of Yu Huaijin.

At that time, she took away with him, the only pair of ink hearts and vermilion fruits left in Han Wenfu's hands.

Zhao Rong felt that this was the only way to explain why there were scenes, objects, and people he had never seen before in the weird ink painting dream last night.

So, this ink painting dream was created by me and Yu Huaijin?

Different bed same dream?

However, before Zhao Rong had time to think about it, Gu Yiwu spoke in a positive tone.

"Only one person."

He shook his head.

"For practitioners, dreams are inherently mysterious, and they are related to the mysterious water of the heart lake."

Gu Yiwu said in a serious tone: "Not to mention exploring its mysteries, this should be the domain of senior monks. We young monks attach great importance to and protect it. How can we have a dream with others?"

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly.

The tall student of Justice Hall in front of him kept talking.

"Just imagine, the water of the heart lake involves the thoughts and thoughts of our monks, and the memories of the past, hiding countless secrets, and the dream is nourished and born with it, just like the water on the surface of the heart lake. Bubbles. If you share a dream with someone..."

"At the least, it can be peeped into the privacy and secrets, and at the worst... it can even affect the mind and thoughts, and even change the character to be good or evil. Dye the water of other people's hearts."

He shook his head slowly, looked at Zhao Rong, and took a deep breath.

"So we little monks at the foot of the mountain, it's better to sleep less, um, and practice, reading, homework, we have so many things to do, don't sleep if you have nothing to do, and how can you sleep!"

Hearing Gu Yiwu's words, he suddenly became inspired, and the corners of Zhao Rong's lips tugged.

After Gu Yiwu made a joke, he patted the shoulder of 'Mr. Zhao' who likes to give them a lot of homework.

"Although the ink heart vermilion fruit is rare, it is not the kind of fetish that can make people dream together. Brother Zhao, don't think too much. By the way, did you also enter that dream of mountains and rivers? How about it, brother Zhao Do you find it fun."

Zhao Rong came back to his senses, closed his eyes and smiled lightly: "It's okay, I didn't know before, I thought it was weird."

Gu Yiwu also laughed.

Zhao Rong thought about it, and was about to ask again.

Gu Yiwu suddenly asked: "Brother Zhao, did you dream about other people?"

Zhao Rong paused.

Gu Yiwu looked at him.

There was a slight silence between the two.

In the next second, Zhao Rong immediately moved.

He smiled and nodded: "I did dream about it. To be honest, I dreamed about Brother Gu. Hey, it should be the reason why I often talked about it during the day. Brother Gu was there in the dream, and he was quite energetic."

Saying that, Zhao Rong raised his hand, and gently covered the back of Gu Yiwu's hand on his shoulder.

Outside the Hall of Justice, two big men looked at each other affectionately, with their hands covered.

Gu Yiwu's shoulders trembled slightly, and he shuddered.

He hurriedly withdrew his hand, left a word, and fled back to the school in a hurry.

"Haha, brother Zhao really knows how to joke."

Zhao Rong laughed and watched Gu Yiwu leave.

At a certain moment, Zhao Rong clapped his hands, turned his head with a smile, and glanced in the direction of the monastery.

　February is here, and the Chinese New Year is coming soon... I wish you all a happy and joyful heart. (Jianniang is going to participate in a special event at the beginning of the year, and Xiaorong is going to write a special episode recently. Who is better to write a special episode, ahem, I know who you want to watch, or... just her?)
　　
　
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