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Chapter 357 Dream

That night.

After eating and drinking, Zhao Sanyuan lay on the bed and brainstormed for a long time, carefully thinking about whether there were any details he had not noticed.

Because he is lazy, he has to plan and solve problems in the simplest and most effective way. Over time, he has developed a habit of thinking more before encountering things, although sometimes he will choose to defeat the opponent with force.

Zhao Sanyuan fell asleep in a daze, snoring softly.

Although the injuries from the fight with Cherry Alley are superficial, it's still painful, and I need to rest and get some good sleep.
After I have rested enough, I will go to Su Luo Garden tomorrow to meet that idiot named Na Lan.
I don't know where the master has gone. Otherwise, I must ask him in detail what is the most effective way to deal with Yanshi. Besides, you are in your seventies and eighties. Why are you always running around? There is no one around you when you get hurt.
"Ok?"

In a trance, Zhao Sanyuan found himself in a thick pink mist, with the fragrant scent of flowers wafting from time to time.

Zhao Sanyuan was already accustomed to strange dreams. He clearly remembered that he had all kinds of weird dreams during the period before he started working as a horse driver. This was normal.

Many Dingxiang disciples had similar experiences before setting up the Immortal Hall. Some were good, some were bad, and it cannot be generalized.

For example, there is a worrying family fairy who will teach you skills in dreams from time to time. Sometimes you will remember them when you wake up, and sometimes you won’t. When something really happens, you will act like a tiger and when others ask you how you learned it, you can’t answer. Anyway, it’s useful. Of course, this also includes some dreams that warn of disasters.

If there is good, there will be bad.

After all, the immortal families mentioned above are a minority, and most of them are training disciples physically and mentally, because not everyone can clearly understand their own situation. Even if they have some understanding, they will delay it again and again for one reason or another. You can ask the immortals to do it, but they are unwilling to do so. What should you do then?

Just grind you. Either I will sort out the affairs of the Immortal Hall, or I will continue to grind you. Xian'er has plenty of time anyway. If I really want to grind you to death, I can still use my relatives and descendants to continue grinding you.

The main way to wear people out is to have dreams. When you wake up, you are exhausted both physically and mentally, more tired than moving bricks, and this is not to mention the mental stimulation. If you have heart-wrenching dreams for a long time, you may collapse at any time.
When it comes to Zhao Sanyuan, the immortal basically doesn't have dreams anymore. If there is something, he can just use his mind to communicate. But he still has strange dreams. Because he has been cultivating his inner scene, it is inevitable that there will be some strange things in his dreams.

"smell good"

The floral fragrance in the pink mist is refreshing and intoxicating.

As I walked, a stone staircase gradually appeared under my feet, the pink mist around me faded, and the fragrance of flowers also decreased.

In a trance, he became more and more intoxicated by the inexplicable fragrance of the flowers. After seeing the thicker pink mist at the top of the stairs, he walked up involuntarily.

A melodious and clear bell sound echoed, making Zhao Sanyuan's steps faster and faster, even to the point of using his hands and feet to climb up. His expression became more urgent and ferocious, but he was unaware of it.

I climbed countless steps, it seemed endless.

Until Zhao Sanyuan was exhausted and depressed, he finally reached the top.

The first thing that catches your eye is a red building that looks like a memorial archway, with gauze curtains and thin draperies, filled with a decadent atmosphere.

Higher up in the sky, there is a huge painted mask overlooking everything, seeming to be smiling and angry at the same time.

But Zhao Sanyuan now only cared about the fragrance that made him sink. Following the sound of bells coming from somewhere, he continued to walk forward, sniffing with his nose, and soon figured out where the fragrance was the strongest.

With every step you take, there is a sea of ​​beautiful flowers blooming at your feet.

The gauze is thin and transparent, and the gauze curtain is like clouds brushing against the body.

Such a fantastic and beautiful ending.
She is soft and slender, has skin as white as white, is full of charm and allure, and is seductive and charming.

She can satisfy all the beautiful fantasies about the opposite sex, and she also tells Zhao Sanyuan all the time that he can do whatever he wants.

The huge cloaked mask in the sky opened its mouth and countless thin threads slid out and landed on Zhao Sanyuan's head and shoulders.

Zhao Sanyuan's full attention was on the graceful woman in the veil, who was moving her jade fingers charmingly.

The light veil slowly falls, which makes people's blood boil.

Every time she moved, Zhao Sanyuan would take a step forward. The sea of ​​flowers at his feet bloomed to the extreme. Every petal had smiling facial features and exuded an even richer floral fragrance, as if they were cheering him on.

In fact, there is no need to encourage yourself. Just looking at this woman is enough to build up your strength.

at last.

Zhao Sanyuan came to the jade finger, close enough that he could feel each other's breath.

The woman smiled coquettishly, and changed from lying on her side to kneeling, looking deeply into Zhao Sanyuan's eyes from bottom to top.

Although there are no words, those who understand will understand what comes next.

To be precise, some understand and some don’t.

The woman's charming smile froze in an instant, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

Zhao Sanyuan, whose spirit was exhausted and whose desires were infinitely aroused, was only half a step away from sinking, and this woman was the final character who made the final decision.

But instead of taking that half step, Zhao Sanyuan grabbed the woman's throat with his five fingers like hooks and said a truth that the other party could never have expected.

"I don't have erotic dreams."

It was a dangerous situation. Zhao Sanyuan was not as pretentious as he appeared to be.

Although I don't know which bastard is trying to trick me, if that woman wasn't the one who ended up tricking me, I would have been easily fooled.

The arrangement that the opponent thought was a sure win turned out to be the key to Zhao Sanyuan regaining consciousness.

illusion?

Stop it.

My master has trained me in this aspect since I was young. Not to mention erotic dreams, even live erotic scenes can't arouse my sexual interest. After I was six years old, I have never had any women in my dreams, not even fairy mothers.

So the moment he saw such a charming woman flirting with him, Zhao Sanyuan came back to his senses and stabilized his mind.

"Don't believe it? It's normal not to believe it. Sometimes I don't believe it myself." Zhao Sanyuan lifted the woman up until her feet were off the ground. His five fingers were deeply embedded in her throat. He had no intention of showing any mercy to her.

"Although I don't think about women that much, it doesn't mean I'm not a good womanizer, and you're not my type. Look at you, your tear glands are connected to your bladder and you're leaking urine from your eyes. You look at people with nothing but sluttiness. Even if I really have an erotic dream, you won't appear."

With five fingers together, the woman's throat and spine were severely broken and thrown away like garbage.

However, here, what you see and feel is hard to tell whether it is real or fake.

The corpse turned into a strange talisman. Zhao Sanyuan had never seen any of the talisman head, heart or foot before. He could only confirm that it was smeared with a lot of rouge and powder, as well as corpse oil. He was very familiar with the smell.

The two broken talismans suddenly turned into two flying lights and rushed over, merging into the silk threads on Zhao Sanyuan's body, getting tighter and tighter, as if they were going to pull him into the mouth of the masked man.

"You are crazy, and you want to use the inner scene to destroy my human soul, right?"

Zhao Sanyuan had an undisguised sneer on his face.

There was no mysterious preparation, just a seemingly ordinary step of the right foot on the ground. In an instant!
A round of bright fire exploded with Zhao Sanyuan as the center and spread outwards, burning the sea of ​​flowers to dust wherever it passed.

Instead, there were eleven huge golden lotuses blooming from the blazing flames, some were in bud, and some had already shown their beauty. They were the embodiment of Zhao Sanyuan's Heart Sutra.

These golden lotuses all had bad tempers, swinging 360 degrees in a row, hitting the painted face masks one after another, causing the latter to crack and even the thin silk threads hanging down were all broken.

When he opened his eyes again, the first thing he felt was the biting cold wind that blew across the cold sweat on his body, making him shiver.

At this moment, Zhao Sanyuan was only wearing shorts, standing alone inside the door of the inn. It was late at night and there were no pedestrians on the street. Except for the owner of the night stall on the corner who was dozing with his neck hunched, there was no one else. The lonely street lamp was sometimes working and sometimes not. It was supposed to illuminate the darkness, but instead it was invaded by the darkness.

"."

Zhao Sanyuan did not turn around and leave immediately. He stood there and looked coldly outside the gate, not missing any corner.

The opponent used a trick to lure me out, so there must be someone outside the door to support me. I just didn't expect that I could break free and fail the trick.

who is it?

The person who killed Tong Weishan?
Or is it some other unorthodox method used by Yuan Wenqiu?

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Or is it some other enemy that has come knocking on your door?

I-Kuan Tao?

Onmyoji?
Are you a villain who still covets the inheritance from your master?
Whoever it is, their whereabouts have been exposed and a targeted attack has been launched.

I almost got into trouble, which was enough to show that the other party was no good. Although I was able to escape danger in the inner scene just now, I did not cause much substantial damage to the other party. When the bastard saw that the situation was not good, he immediately withdrew his method.

Should we leave Tianjin immediately when the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light?
But when he thought of Yisheng, Zhao Sanyuan's hesitant eyes suddenly became firm.

He then turned around and entered the inn, first checking to see if his brothers had encountered any problems as well. After finding that they were all sleeping soundly, he went to check on Zhang Linyi and Cherry.

I tossed and turned for a long time but couldn't fall asleep. With my mind in a mess, I somehow turned to the backyard.

After Zhao Sanyuan regained consciousness, he felt a little amused and helpless about himself.

The big blue donkey, who was originally flirting with the mare next door, was so frightened when he saw the live dad coming that he lost his voice and retreated into the corner as if escaping.

"You live a comfortable life, but with your body, can you touch someone's butt?"

"Uh-"

"Well, I have an old donkey in foster care at Xiao Zheng's place. It must be living a better life than you. When I get home, I'll send it to you to relax. After all, you've been following me all the way from Shanhaiguan, so even if you don't have any credit, you've worked hard."

“Uh-huh~~~”

"I just don't know if everything will go smoothly. I'm a little uneasy. I feel like I'm entering a dangerous place. I don't know how many enemies there are in secret. You better be smart, kid."

"Ugh!!!"

While Zhao Sanyuan was chatting with the big blue donkey, he didn't know that Cherry, who had just woken up from the inner scene, happened to see this scene after she had just finished pooping. But before she could figure out what was going on, Zhao Sanyuan returned to normal.

Although she didn't know the specific reason, Cherry could guess roughly that Zhao Sanyuan's dazed state just now was obviously due to being bewitched.

After the battle with Hu Tong, Cherry was quite aware of the tenacity of Zhao Sanyuan's spiritual platform.

Who almost got him into trouble?

Damn, if you succeed, won’t it make me look even more useless?
I have to deal with this kid to make myself feel better!

With Cherry's magical brain circuit working, he pretended to be asleep and deceived Zhao Sanyuan. He then sneaked out of the inn, looked around and walked towards the night stall on the corner.

It was thanks to Cherry that Bai Jiaxian recovered quickly, otherwise after being beaten up like that by Zhao Sanyuan, she would have had difficulty getting off the bed.

Then again, the motivation that drove him was strong enough. He really couldn't swallow the humiliation of being beaten until foaming at the mouth, and he didn't want to see Zhao Sanyuan being beaten up by others that night.

"Hey, buddy, give me some noodles. Put more chopped green onions and no cilantro."

"Okay, Master~"

Cherry sat down casually, yawning out of boredom, while her eyes never left the back of the waiter below.

It’s already past three in the morning, why haven’t you closed the stall yet?

It's not in a busy area like Beida Street and Jintang Bridge, where there are all kinds of nightclubs. There are mostly shops selling oil, salt, sauce and vinegar here in Sankeshu. There are only a few people here in the second half of the night. What are they trying to do by staying here?
Look, the soup in the pot is almost cold. It hasn’t boiled yet. Even if someone passes by and wants to eat noodles, they will be blown away by the cold wind.

Are you here to do business?

No matter how Cherry thought about it, she felt something was not right, especially when she considered what had just happened to Zhao Sanyuan.

It’s said that people who have received higher education are different. He and Lu Xiucai almost thought the same thing.

Of course, there is no concrete evidence yet.

When the hot noodles were placed in front of her, Cherry did not pick up her chopsticks immediately.

"Old style noodles, that's what I like."

"Master, please enjoy~"

"Stretched noodles are a traditional specialty of our Shandong area. If you want to make it well, you need to work hard for several years. But why do I hear your accent has a hint of corn? Are you from Feng Province?"

"Alas, I am indeed from Feng Province. Many years ago, my family suffered a disaster, so I came to Tianjin to make a living."

Cherry picked up the noodles, the hot aroma drifted in the wind, he said with a half-smile: "Oh? That's strange, since the opening of Northeast China in the third year of Guangxu, the black soil has been full of opportunities, and a large number of people from North China have poured into Northeast China. I have heard of people going to Guandong, but I have never heard of the opposite."

After hearing this, the waiter sighed with a helpless expression, "Sir, what you said makes sense. I don't want to leave my hometown either, but when Tsarist Russia and Japan fought in Feng Province, many families were broken up. I only have relatives in Tianjin. I have no choice but to come here even if I don't want to."

"Oh~ Then you must have come into contact with the Japanese, right?"

"What I mean is"

"Nothing. When I was studying in England, I really disliked a Japanese male classmate. He relied on his ancestors' wealth to get the title of Viscount and Colonel. He would always talk about how long the Japanese history was in front of me. He said it was long, but it was just a comparison of who had more graves. You sound a bit like him, like a Colonel."

A gleam of brilliance flashed across the guy's eyes and then disappeared in an instant. The expression on his face was still melancholy and there was no sign of anything unusual.

At the same time, more than one pair of eyes were staring at the night stall. As long as the waiter gave the signal, they would take the cherries in an instant, but they could not guarantee whether there would be any noise.

The atmosphere suddenly became subtle
(End of this chapter)