A World Worth Protecting

In the Xiangang Continent, there are seventeen regions, and in the thirty-ninth region, there are hundreds of mundane kingdoms. It can be said that every city in this region is actually a kingdom.

With a kingdom, there will naturally be a monarch, and with a monarch... there will naturally be a prince.

It's just that compared to other countries, the forty-third city in the thirty-nine region, this country named Zhao, is different from other countries, here... there is only one prince.

No matter how the years go by, no matter how the monarch changes, but the prince has never changed. No matter which generation of the monarch enthroned, he will retain this tradition, and he is very polite to the prince.

Even if it was invaded by other countries and the bloodline of the royal family was replaced, as long as you didn't change the name of the country by your own death and still choose the name of Zhao Guo, then everything will be as usual.

Therefore, there is a saying from ancient times circulating in these forty-three cities.

Ning against imperial power, not to mess with Situ Mansion.

This royal palace is the residence of Situ. Although it does not occupy the same area as the palace, it is not much worse. The carved columns and jade masonry are full of luxury, and there are many guards and more maids.

Especially the singing and dancing girls, the prince Fan Guo likes to watch dance music, so the number surpasses the guards and maids, which makes this palace, the wonderful woman, Yingying Yanyan, bliss on earth.

Although the master is not at this moment, the whole palace is still full of laughter, singing and dancing, and the object of their dance and music is a young man sitting in the hall.

This hall is like an imperial palace, supported by ninety-nine huge coiled dragon pillars, each of which is golden in color, and the dragons carved on it are lifelike. Even if the distance is closer, you can vaguely hear the dragon's chants.

As for the ground, they are all stone bricks made of the best immortal jade, spread out to make the hall celestial, not to mention the light source contained in the mouth of the dragon head among the ninety-nine coiled dragon pillars...

Those light sources are surprisingly precious beads. These beads contain an amazing aura. It can be imagined that any one of them would cause the madness of countless monks.

Here, it's just a light source.

The entire hall looked vast and magnificent. At the same time, the young man sitting in the first place looked helpless.

This young man wore a Chinese dress, frowned and sat on a luxurious jeweled seat for meditation. The two rows of guards underneath them had firm expressions, good cultivation skills, and more cold-hearted eyes. He was decisive in killing and killing. If you look closely, you can see that they seem to be paying attention to the boy.

It seems that as long as this young man says a word, they can draw his sword for him and slay the Quartet.

And between the two rows of guards, in the large hall, there are hundreds of singers and dancers dancing at this moment, and there are hundreds of musicians playing beautiful music. All of this makes this place the only extravagant word. , Can only be described.

No matter how moving the music and dance, the young man's brows kept frowning. Seeing that, the guard standing in the forefront turned his head to look at the singers and dancers, and spoke lightly.

"change!"

As soon as the words came out, these singers and dancers leaned back, and then... another group, like fairies descending to the earth, came from outside and continued to dance.

Seeing this, the young man sighed. He was Chen Qing.

After coming here with Situ, Situ taught him a magical power. This magical power has no name, but according to Situ, it needs to go through all the tests of the world before it can be cultivated into a righteous fruit.

So, from the second day he came, the test began.

The rare wine in the world, the ultimate food in the world, the innumerable beauties in the world, and the wealth that will never be spent, and the power to die in a word.

Everything that countless people dream of is placed in front of him, waiting for him to practice...

But at this moment, in his helpless practice, no one in the hall noticed when there were two more figures, a man and a woman, Wang Baole and Wang Yiyi.

The looks of the two are strange to varying degrees.

"Bao Le, your brother's practice... is a bit special."

"..." Wang Baole didn't know what to say, and after thinking about it, he reluctantly spoke.

"Senior Situ did this, thinking it had a purpose. Perhaps this is a test of Dao Xin."

"You seem to be envious?" Wang Yiyi asked seemingly casually.

"It's all vain." Wang Baole smiled indifferently, his eyes passed the singing and dancing girls, looking at the teenager sitting in the distance, his eyes soft.

After a while, he retracted his gaze, took a deep breath, turned and walked out.

"Let's go."

"Don't see me?" Wang Yiyi asked after following.

"There will always be a meeting." Wang Baole smiled and walked out of the hall. Wang Yiyi smiled like Wang Yiyi. He looked back at the boy sitting on the chair and turned to leave with Wang Baole.

And as soon as they walked out of the hall, the young Chen Qing suddenly raised his head and looked at the door of the empty hall. It was obvious that there was nothing there, but he had a vague feeling for some reason, as if there was something to him. Very important people are going away at this moment.

Wang Baole left. Accompanied by Wang Yiyi, they walked on the Xiangang Continent, went to the mountains of the extreme east, watched the sunrise there, went to the sea of ​​the extreme west, and stared at the sunset there.

I went to the forest in the extreme north, where I picked a green vine called Hunqian, and went to the plains in the extreme south, where I sprinkled a flower seed called Mengrao.

In the end, they returned to the starting point, that is, under the first bridge in Xiangang Continent. Here, Wang Baole weaved a flower crown of the soul-held vines and put it on Wang Yiyi's head.

"Take care of yourself, because the destiny that my past and my future have compiled is with you."

Wang Yiyi was silent, staring at Wang Baole for a long time, then nodded, and after Wang Baole's wave of hand, he turned and walked away. After more than ten steps, she turned her head and saw Wang Baole sitting cross-legged.

After walking dozens of steps, and then looking back, it is the same.

Until she walked a hundred steps, a thousand steps, ten thousand steps... She turned her head many times until the figure in her eyes was blurred, Wang Yiyi sighed lightly, touched the soul-holding ivy on the top of her head, and gradually moved away.

Under the first bridge, at this moment, only Wang Baole was sitting there cross-legged, holding a jade slip in his hand, which recorded a magical power.

This method is called Mengdao.

For the monks in the third stage, the method of dreaming is mysterious and difficult to comprehend, but for the fourth stage, it is simpler. As for the fifth stage, which is the fifth stage where all abilities can be used at the cultivation level, practice this path. It only takes a moment.

In a blink of an eye, Wang Baole had realized that a hazy meaning slowly appeared on his body, and he became illusory, as if he was asleep, as if he had had a dream.

The dream world is a starry sky. There is a red mist in the starry sky. There are one hundred and eight universes in the mist. One of them... is where his dream began.