Lie Ping Hei Lian was promoted by being a salted fish

Chapter 53 already? (two more)
Suddenly, Sheng Hongyi opened her eyes suddenly.

She clutched her chest, gasping for breath.

Beads of sweat fell one by one on his forehead.

She looked out the window blankly, the moon disappeared, a red sun had jumped out, the night had passed, and a new day had begun.

The heart-wrenching feeling in her heart disappeared without a trace as she woke up from her dream.

But she still remembers clearly.

"elder sister……"

She murmured.

who is it?

The sister's voice in the dream should obviously be strange, but she felt very familiar and kind in the dream.

But what she was sure of was that the voice was not Concubine Sheng Yu.

Sheng Hongyi was also familiar with Concubine Sheng Yu's voice, which was soft and brisk. Listening to her speak, Sheng Hongyi felt at ease and had a warm feeling of home.

However, the elder sister's voice in the dream was different, that voice was gentle but cold, and there was a kind of sadness permeating in the heart, as if... forcibly peeled off from the flesh and blood.

Sheng Hongyi took out the wine jar again, and took three consecutive gulps, before she forcibly calmed down her complicated thoughts.

She couldn't convince herself that this was just an insignificant dream.

But why did she have such a dream, and why last night?

She thought for a while, but couldn't think of a reason.

These days, as she gradually cultivated seriously and experienced a series of things, she found that in this cultivation world, she was actually almost an idiot, feeling like she didn't know anything.

After a while, she sighed, took out a blank jade slip, unfolded it, and using her finger as a pen, the multicolored aura escaped from her fingertips thinly but continuously, drawing on the paper.

The bald mountains in the dream, the bare blood and scorched dry stones, and the remains of severed limbs all over the place, all kinds of strangely shaped corpses...

As the brush strokes came, she was experiencing the dream again in the sea of ​​consciousness.

In this way, she seemed to recall the differences in many details.

She frowned and looked carefully at the corpses she drew, and finally felt something was wrong.

These corpses are not normal. Most of them do not look like human corpses.

Some have two curved horns protruding from their heads, making them look like either cows or deer!

Under the tattered robes of some, the backs were pitch-black, one by one, which seemed to be scales, but whether they were fish scales or other animals, I didn't know.

Some of them looked quite normal, but the blood on their bodies was stained black by the devilish energy on their bodies.

There are also half of the body that is weak and solid, lying on the ground lingering on the ground, obviously still alive, but half of it can't be seen clearly with the naked eye.

There are even green faces, fangs, and ghostly aura...

What are these things?

Sheng Hongyi felt as if she had entered a strange and bizarre world.

Among them were people, ghosts, monsters with strange shapes, and demons... and as far as the eye could see, there was a broken and broken stone tablet.

There is a word on it that seems to be: Si.

At exactly the right time, Master's voice sounded on time:
"Since you're not practicing, come out and go to class quickly, don't be lazy!"

The voice was very disgusting. The more I thought about it, the less I could figure it out. It felt like it was about to fall into the ears of the confused Sheng Hongyi, but it was so friendly.

Like redemption.

She shook her head hastily, her eyes regained clarity:
"I'm coming."

The voice was eager and a little joyful.

Sheng Ping put down the book he was holding, with a strange expression on his face: After one night, could it be that the traitor was influenced by him?

Since when have you seen her so active in class?

When Sheng Ping came out of her room, Sheng Hongyi was already obediently sitting in her place in the yard.

Seeing Shengping, she stood up and saluted:
"Master, good morning."

Sheng Ping looked her up and down and was used to her strange way of greeting:

"Good morning, you seem...in good shape today."

After all, he is a child with an unlimited future.

After practicing for just one night, it seemed that the spiritual energy in her whole body had not been completely suppressed, and the vitality of wood spiritual energy permeated her whole body.

Let her stand there like a fresh green pine, straight and full of vitality.

Sheng Ping took a deep breath, he hadn't encountered such an abundance of wood spirit energy for a long time, it can be seen that the wood spirit root of his rebel must be quite good.

Unexpectedly, Sheng Hongyi's expression froze, and puzzlement flashed across his eyes.

Shengping asked strangely:

"How's it going? Are you having problems with your practice?"

Sheng Hongyi only hesitated for a moment, then said:

"Master, is it possible that I had a nightmare while practicing, and when I woke up in the morning, I found that my consciousness had been restored?"

She had just been awakened by Sheng Ping's voice calling her to class. When she came out, she checked her sea of ​​consciousness.

As a result, I found that my consciousness had recovered as before, and was even stronger than before the injury!
What's going on here?

Although her spiritual consciousness was not seriously injured, under Master's "forcement", she felt that it would not be too difficult to recover in two days.

But yesterday, she performed the Soul-Calming Technique, and after falling into concentration, she began to dream. After just one night, her consciousness returned to its original state, becoming deeper than before.

Is it compensation for her nightmares?
And such good things?

Sheng Hongyi saw Sheng Ping frowning and thinking, so she waited quietly.

After the confession the night before yesterday, Sheng Hongyi found that their master-disciple relationship seemed to have broken through a hurdle, a qualitative breakthrough.

Nowadays, when she encounters any difficulties in her cultivation, Sheng Hongyi suddenly doesn't want to hold back as much as before.

What are you holding back?It's not like she doesn't have a master.

Before, she had nowhere to ask.

Her father has been injured for many years and has long been out of touch with the entire world of cultivation. Her mother and sister are of low cultivation, and they really can't feel some of her changes.

Furthermore, listening to Shengping's classes these days, Master's knowledge and opinions are indeed much more profound than that of his father.

Especially whether it is a problem in talisman or cultivation, many times the master can discover it without Sheng Hongyi having to say it.

A few words of advice sometimes gave Sheng Hongyi a sense of enlightenment.

Sheng Hongyi knew herself, and since she was willing to practice under Master's nose, it meant that in her heart, Master had gained her full trust and became her real relative.

Sheng Ping was momentarily stunned by Sheng Hongyi's sudden question.

However, when Sheng Hongyi encountered a cultivation problem and took the initiative to ask, he was still satisfied.

The rebels still make progress.

As a result, he stretched his eyebrows a little, and his tone was gentle, which was rare for the traitor to be gentle:

"Oh? I don't have a clue at the moment. What kind of nightmare is it?"

The sudden restoration of his consciousness may be due to Sheng Hongyi's unconscious epiphany.

However, he had never heard of epiphanies in the form of nightmares.

Sheng Hongyi handed out the jade slip:

"This is what I saw in my dream last night. Master, can you take a look?"

When Sheng Ping opened it, his brows became even tighter. The scene in the picture was really appalling and even tragic.

Only half of the stele caught his attention:
"Si?"

Sheng Hongyi nodded:
"Master, do you think this looks like a boundary monument? Is there a place called Si in this world?"

(End of this chapter)