hey demon

Chapter 727

Real dream, blue sky and white clouds, flowers everywhere, colorful butterflies dancing here, so uncomfortable.

Here they have endless flower dew, no natural enemies, suitable climate, freedom, and can fly freely. This is the life that every butterfly yearns for.

But at this moment, a certain dancing butterfly suddenly stopped.

"Carefree and carefree, it's really a comfortable life, but it's a pity that this is what butterflies like, not what I like."

The silent consciousness revived, and a flash of light appeared in Butterfly's eyes. He was sleepless.

"It turns out that I have been wandering in this dream for ten years? I have a dream every ten years. I don't know it. Sometimes a good dream is far more likely to sink than a nightmare."

After regaining consciousness, looking at the world without sleep is already very different.

The sky is still the same sky, the flowers and butterflies still exist, but the factors of disharmony still appear after all.

When a monk enters a real dream, he will naturally become a part of the dream. The monk needs to keep himself awake, find the loopholes in the dream, and break through the dream.

Although a real dream is dubbed the word "true", but a fake is a fake after all, it will always have something contrary to the real, and this is the key for monks to break through the dream.

But this dreamland is different, it does not contain any danger, and everything is extremely ordinary and simple, but it is because of this that it is perfectly close to reality.

When I came to this dream for the first time, I turned into a butterfly, and my sleepless consciousness was still awake. It wanted to find the flaws in this dream, but it couldn't find it. Instead, it submerged itself in this carefree and carefree world without knowing it. days.

As a result, he truly became a butterfly, his consciousness fell into silence, and he wandered in this dreamland in ignorance for ten years. If he didn't wake up today, this process would continue until his life energy was exhausted.

"Although the butterfly's life is beautiful, it is not what I yearn for after all. I don't want to seek such a carefree and free life."

The mind fluctuated and was completely revived, Wumian re-appeared as a human form from a butterfly.

It was at this moment that the originally peaceful dream suddenly became turbulent. Seeing such a scene, a strange color flashed in Wumian's eyes.

"It seems that my efforts have not been in vain. To some extent, this dream is unsolvable, because these butterflies are real in this world, and they have moved from illusion to reality because of some kind of power."

"Since it is real, the so-called brokenness has become a joke. The only way to solve this dream is to create a little unreality in the reality."

Thoughts turned in his heart, Wumian tried his best to bloom his breath.

When he just entered this dream, Wumian didn't notice anything wrong, but later, relying on his innate supernatural powers, he vaguely noticed a clue.

After thinking about it again and again, Wumian even thought of giving up this dream, but his intuition told him that if he gave up this dream now, he would probably regret it later.

So he chose to indulge and let himself sink in this butterfly dream, and this dream lasted ten years, but he did not do nothing in these ten years. It was like a dream, and it took him ten years to become a part of this dream, not just an outsider.

Under such circumstances, the original perfect dream was no longer perfect the moment he woke up.

Of course, even if ordinary people know this cracking method, they may not be able to do it, or they may not even dare to do it, because they do not have supernatural powers like Wumian. A real butterfly.

Hum, as Wumian's energy bloomed, the dream was distorted, lost its true essence, returned to illusion, and shattered, but at this moment, Wumian's expression suddenly changed, because he suddenly discovered that after the dream was shattered, the real dream was not It didn't dissipate.

"Dream in a dream?"

Appearing in a new world, looking at the small bridge, flowing water and bamboo huts in front of him, Wu Mian has a look of surprise on his face, which is different from what he originally expected. The most terrifying thing is that at this moment, he can't tell the truth about this place at all. , it seems to be constantly wandering between reality and illusion.

It was at this time that a peaceful voice suddenly came from the bamboo house.

"Little friend, if you're here, come in and have a seat."

The invisible wind blew, the courtyard door opened, the bamboo curtain was blown up, and Wumian vaguely saw a figure.

Hearing this, thoughts turned in his heart, and Wumian walked in calmly.

The moment he stepped into the yard, Wumian finally saw the figure clearly. He was about 40 years old, with deep and clear eyes, which were the traces left after the baptism of time. He had an extremely long beard and an ordinary appearance. , but exudes a kind of refined atmosphere, as modest as a gentleman, wearing an extremely retro Taoist robe, the whole body does not show aura.

"The junior has never seen the senior before."

It's not easy to know the other party, but with enough humility, Wu Mian bowed and saluted.

More than ten years later, his stature has grown taller again. At this time, he is as graceful as a young man, with a handsome appearance, soft eyebrows, cool temperament, white skin like jade, and it is difficult to distinguish between male and female.

"You don't have to be like this, poor friend Nan Huazi, it's our fate that you can come here, please sit down!"

Waving his sleeves, the figure made a gesture of invitation.

Seeing such a scene, Wu Mian sat down opposite Nan Huazi without too much hesitation.

"A poor man has a dream through the ages, I don't know when it will be?"

Raising his sleeves, he poured out a cup of tea and brought it to Wumian. Nan Huazi asked a question.

"Reporting to my predecessors, it is now the tenth era."

The words were peaceful, and Wumian gave the answer.

Hearing this, Nan Huazi frowned slightly.

"Is it already the tenth era? Is Emperor Ying still in power?"

Thoughts floated, Nan Huazi asked another question.

Hearing this, Wumian shook his head without moving his mind and not making unnecessary guesses.

"It is rumored that Emperor Ying fell in the ninth era. It is difficult to determine whether it is true or not, but the Great Ying Dynasty established by him did collapse at that time."

Without hiding anything, Wumian told what she knew.

Hearing this, Nan Huazi was slightly taken aback.

"I didn't expect the invincible Emperor Ying to die. It seems that he still failed in the end."

"How difficult it is to live forever!"

Sobbing, Nan Huazi didn't know for a moment whether he was lamenting the fall of Emperor Ying, or lamenting his own path. Everyone in the world longs for immortality, and immortals are no exception, but there are only a handful of people who can really get it. Even the invincible Yingdi, who once suppressed an era, could not do it.

(End of this chapter)