The ancient immortal revived, and ten thousand foxes worshiped me as their teacher.

Chapter 192 True and False Double Reed Opera!The inscription left by Monarch Mengdie!
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Amidst the sound of the rainstorm, Zhang Qiren stood in front of the window, looked out of the window, and was stunned.

blood rain?
what happened?

He looked out the window, but saw more than blood rain...

In this rain of blood, there were also pieces of talismans falling down, like paper money scattered at a funeral, falling from the rain and falling on the ground outside the villa, all over the ground.Wet by the rain curtain, soaked by the rain, some stick to the ground, and some run around with the water flow.

Where did the talisman come from?
He looked at the ground downstairs and the courtyard of the villa, but he saw more than talismans...

In the courtyard of the villa, grasses and trees grew wildly in the rain of blood!

The grass grew against the heavy rain at a speed visible to the naked eye, flooding the windows on the first floor!

The small tree grew against the heavy rain at a speed visible to the naked eye, covering the roof of the third floor!
How can it grow so fast?

call……

Amidst the sound of the violent wind, the wind direction suddenly changed, and the dense rain curtain hit the window in front of him!
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With a crisp sound, raindrops shattered the glass in front of him, turned into water again, and flowed down the glass.

but……

Among the water marks on the glass, there are palm prints everywhere!It even highlights the traces of each face!

It was as if there were invisible people one after another, standing outside his window, holding his glass with his hands, and pressing his face against his glass!

Zhang Qiren took a deep breath, trembling, suppressing the fear in his heart.

He is not an ordinary person, but a Sequence Eight formation mage!
He has opened the secret treasury between the eyebrows and possesses divine consciousness!
However, at this moment, his consciousness was scattered, but he couldn't detect anything...

He stood in the room of this villa, looked at the horrific things outside the window, and suddenly realized in his heart...it was the ancient immortal!

In other words, it was Gu Xian who manipulated one apprentice after another, just like manipulating puppets one after another, to come out of his window and surround his house!
Unknowingly, he trembled and shed tears... He suddenly felt strange in his heart.

Why are the apprentices of Gu Xian, the puppets, still not doing it?

At this moment, he smelled the fragrance of flowers.

From the reflection on the window glass, he saw himself, and saw a strand of black hair strangling from the top of his head, and snow-white flowers bloomed on the top of the strand of hair!

Outside the window is a bloody storm, yellow talismans are falling from the sky, vegetation is growing wildly, invisible enemies are clinging to his window, sticking their faces to his window... and all of these are afraid of the flowers blooming on top of his head. He patrolled outside, but dared not enter!

……

In the dilapidated hall.

Dusty floor.

Qinglu Ancient Immortal sat cross-legged, his body sluggish.

He is manipulating his apprentice, manipulating his disciple in this world, carefully manipulating it, as if manipulating a marionette, a game character.

Through the perspective of his apprentice, he saw Zhang Qiren in the room, and saw the white flower on Zhang Qiren's head.

"Oh?

"Flowers I've never seen before.

"It's that little guy from Xizhou City again?

"Did he make the flowers himself?
"Whose apprentice is he? Who is his master?
"Why are others so lucky to have such an apprentice?"

……

In the crimson cave, the ancient fairy bee, who was missing a hand, was staring blankly at the present world, looking at the present world through the eyes of his apprentice.

"This strange person can really penetrate the secret of the origin of dreams?

"If you can, then grab him!
"Secrets can only be left in my hands.

"If you can't grab it, kill him!"

……

Among the broken walls, on top of the broken wall, sat the ancient immortal in red robe.He is wearing a red hat and red gloves. He is Fang Bo's master back then.
He was also looking at the present world and Zhang Qiren's room through the eyes of his apprentice.

"that flower……

"Well, if you want to do it, you may need to control my apprentice to the maximum, and you will use my apprentice to death.

"Is it worth it?
"Wait a little longer to see if he is real and can understand the secret of the origin of the dream!"

……

In the dilapidated palace.

On the forehead of the huge and skinny hippopotamus, the skinny and skinny ancient fairy lay down, with a fierce expression on his face!
"If today, this strange person has exhausted all the sources of dreams, but still fails to produce the result... then there is no need to pay attention to him.

"If not, even if he escapes to the ends of the earth, he must die!"

……

In the villa room.

Zhang Qiren subconsciously took a few steps back, hugged his shoulders, shivered with tears streaming down his face.

How was his location leaked?
How many ancient immortals are staring at him?

Can he still live today?

Da Dong's roast duck was eaten tonight, and he was not full.

Brother's roast duck and beer are still waiting for him, does he still have the life to eat it?
At this moment, the petals of the flower above his head vibrated slightly, and a sound came out.

"My boss said so.

"Don't be afraid.

"What to do, what to do.

"If you do it well, he will keep you safe!"

Zhang Qiren smiled miserably, sat down, and picked up his pen in the dark room.

He has spiritual consciousness and can see clearly without turning on the light.

Just like that, under the eyes of one ancient fairy after another, with a snow-white flower on his head, in this dark room, he began to calculate!
……

In the Bronze Hall.

On the table, Bai Mo was playing with a huge potted plant.

This is a human-shaped tree!
Following the hands of Bai Mo burning Danhuo, pinching and pinching the tree, the tree was pinched into the shape of Zhang Qiren.

As the white ink inserted a small white flower on top of the tree man's head, the tree started to move, assuming a posture of writing at the desk, holding the pen in one hand and pressing the paper in the other.Hands shake, fingers move, as if writing a dragon and snake.

……

In the roast duck restaurant.

It was raining harder and harder outside.

Chen Wenquan finished eating two roast ducks, and the table was full of bones, but he was still in a daze, he didn't feel full, and he could eat more.

President Chen Shu next to him comforted him.

"Mr. Chen, don't be so nervous!
"It's only past eight o'clock, not yet time.

"Such a salty roast duck, you just want to show off two, aren't you afraid of thirst? Hahaha!"

There were footsteps in the back kitchen.But it was the Immortal Arts committee member who came with President Chen Shu and was busy making new roast ducks.

Chen Wenquan frowned and pointed to the back kitchen.

"This……"

President Chen Shu laughed.

"People come to surrender and discuss cooperation, so we can't just chat, right? Let's have a roast duck together to ease the atmosphere, isn't it good?"

Chen Wenquan smiled wryly.

"You took the shop owner away, can roast duck still taste that way?"

Chairman Chen Shu pouted.

"The craftsmanship of the owner of this shop is really inferior! Let's roast it casually, and the taste should not be worse than that."

……

in the villa.

Sun Dabao and Liu'er, at some point, fell asleep, and fell into a drowsy sleep, as if they had passed away.

In another room, the iron tower was tilted beside the bed, and was already asleep.He didn't know when he was hit, and he couldn't resist at all, so he passed out.

In fact, with the exception of Zhang Qiren, all the members of the Qiren Studio have passed out.

None of them are qualified to participate in this grand drama of ancient immortals watching!
And in this big show, in the center of the stage, the focus of all the audience's eyes is Zhang Qiren in the dark room, who is writing hard!

He wrote the last formula and finally put down his pen.

"My game is over.

"But I don't know if it's true or not.

"I need the source of dreams to experiment and explore. I need many, many."

There was tremor in his voice.

Outside the window, the wind and rain were raging, and it crackled against the windowpane. The dense palm prints on the windowpane, one by one and the watermark of each face, were all more urgent and stuck together, as if they were wide-eyed!

……

Fox Mountain, Bronze Hall.

Sitting behind the table, Bai Mo looked at the potted tree imitating Zhang Qiren's potted tree on the table. At this moment, he was like Zhang Qiren, with a face full of fear, and his body bowed slightly.

He grinned.

"Want to see?
"But you didn't pay the tickets.

"If you don't pay the tickets, you can't see the real thing, you can only see the fake one!"

With a thought in his mind, the dozen or so flowerpots placed beside the table all flew out of golden mist, flying out of the source of the dream...

The present world and the dreamland, Fox Mountain and the villa room, a double-reed play unfolds!

The actor in the villa is Zhang Qiren.

The actor of Fox Mountain is a potted tree man.

……

In the villa under the storm, in the pitch-black environment, the white flowers above Zhang Qiren's head suddenly spewed out a large cloud of golden light mist, and in this room, in this mid-air, it was enveloping!
This golden mist and dust caused the ancient immortals watching from afar to widen their eyes, be dazzled, and smile, making them murmur in unison in different dreams, "The origin of dreams!"

However, this is just the pollen given by Bai Mo, it just looks like the source of the dream, it is... a fake!
In the bronze hall with howling winds, in the gloomy environment, the white flowers on the potted treant's head spewed out a large cloud of golden dust. In this hall, in this mid-air, it was dense!
This golden mist and dust made Bai Mo feel extravagant!
This golden dust is the source of the dream!it is true!
……

Zhang Qiren used the skill of the formation method, stretched out his hand, and went to the golden dust in the midair, like a certain point, and touched it lightly, as if he wanted to poke some key point.This is his operation as a genius array mage, this operation is...really!
The potted tree man performed the same technique as Zhang Qiren, stretched out his hand, went to the golden dust in mid-air, and touched a certain point lightly, as if he wanted to poke some key point.This is the operation it copied Zhang Qiren. This operation is...really!
……

Zhang Qiren poked it with his finger, and the golden smoke created waves, which spread in circles in the room, like water waves, very gorgeous!

The reaction given by the golden smoke is... fake!
When the potted tree man poked it with his finger, the golden dust and smoke burst into waves, and there were ripples in the air, spreading out one after another, as if there was a mysterious thing that was fading the outer layer of veil.

The response given by the source of this dream is... true!
……

In the villa, in the dark.

Zhang Qiren's eyeballs, unknowingly, have climbed up the thin flower roots, connecting his nerves, allowing him to see the true picture of the dream on Fox Mountain, allowing him to continue to operate.

In this way, Zhang Qiren used the fake dream source, and his real operation, to perform for the ancient immortals.

Fox Mountain used the real dream source, and copied Zhang Qiren's real operation, and performed it for Bai Mo.

Between the world and the dream, a double reed is played.

……

On a rainy night in this world, amidst the sound of heavy rain, the ancient immortals saw that Zhang Qiren was poking his fingers randomly in a cloud of golden smoke, and the golden smoke was poked into various shapes, which looked gorgeous but had no practical significance.

On the Fox Mountain, amidst the whistling wind, Bai Mo saw that the tree man learned from Zhang Qiren to manipulate the source of the dream. About to reveal...

On a rainy night in this world, amidst the sound of heavy rain, Zhang Qiren stopped his movements, stood blankly, and looked into the air.

The ancient immortals watching from afar were all dumbfounded...

"The source of the dream has dissipated and wasted in vain. What the hell is he poking with his finger?"

"You've been pretending to be a ghost for so long, but you still haven't made a fart?"

"That's right, that's the origin of Dream Butterfly Monarch's dream, a mere Sequence Eight thing, not much better than a slave, so how could it be..."

"Oh! A waste of emotion!"

The blood rain outside the window faded away.

The talisman in the courtyard was soaked by the rain and faded its color.

Crazy growth of vegetation, leaves suddenly fall off, bark chapped, described as withered and dead.

The sailor prints and face prints on the window glass decreased one by one, and eventually all disappeared.

And Fox Mountain, the Bronze Hall.

Bai Mo saw, however, that in midair, golden mist flowed, converging into a golden inscription!

Zhang Qiren succeeded!

Using his Sequence Eight formation knowledge, coupled with the mathematical knowledge passed down from generation to generation in the present world, standing on the shoulders of one mathematician after another in ancient and modern times, successfully separated from the formation masters of the ancient immortal dynasty, separated by thousands of years, dialogue!

I don't know who left the golden inscription in mid-air, and I don't know what kind of writing it is, but seeing that the handwriting is very gorgeous, the handwriting is obviously monochrome, but it seems to let people see the flowers and flowers, dreaming and dying!Seeing the majestic and majestic strength of the brushwork, it seems as if people can see that the iron horse is like a dragon and a snake when the pen is picked up and put down!

Two completely different styles are inexplicably unified in this inscription.

Moreover, this inscription, this painting is not dead, but alive!

It circulates in mid-air, and it changes in a blink of an eye!
"What the hell is it?
"Only a formation mage can understand this, right?"

Bai Mo frowned and stared, relying on his terrifying memory, he remembered the inscription in mid-air, all its words, all handwriting, all strokes, all changes and changes in his mind!
Although he can't read it, he has a good memory and can remember it!

After a long time, the golden smoke dissipated in mid-air, and in the misty smoke, it seemed that a butterfly wearing iron armor, an iron horse, and a golden weapon flew out like a tiger.

"Ugh?"

Bai Mo frowned and rubbed the center of his brows.

"Am I delusional?

"How do butterflies put on their armor?
"How could a butterfly be as iron as a horse?

"How can a butterfly swallow thousands of miles like a tiger?

"It doesn't fit at all!"

Bai Mo frowned, remembering everything that should be remembered.

Immediately, his vision went to the present world, and he smiled.

"Zhang Qiren, now you are really free."

……

In the dark room of the villa.

Zhang Qiren fell to the ground with a plop.

His face was dull, still recalling what he had just seen.

His vision was connected by Bai Mo's nerves, and he saw the real thing.

"That's...the inscription left by Monarch Mengdie?
"That……

"This……"

He shed tears.

He saw much and knew much.

He wanted to tell the flower on the top of his head, and the boss behind the scenes.

But he didn't know if the ancient immortal was still in the villa, and he didn't know if there was an ancient immortal behind that one.

He dare not speak out!

……

　Not counting knives. .The handling of this place is not easy to write. .I will write this first today, and I will finish this paragraph tomorrow, and I will update it earlier.

　
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