The spoon that couldn't walk around was less secure, so he had to leave his arms and wipe his tears, "I want to hold my arms."

The scholar immediately raised her hand, waited for her to hug her, and wondered if she didn't step in, "Why didn't you go in just now?"

The spoon looked at him, "I didn't see you inside."

The scholar gave a meal, "Well," he looked inside, empty and nothing.

I also glanced at the spoon. Grandpa was still calculating. Fat gourds were eating happily. They beckoned to themselves. Suddenly, they felt like a ghost, and felt tight, and said, "Grandpa and Xin Niang both have Yes, but without you. I always feel wrong and come out. "

Does this mean that she is very important in her heart? The scholar smiled and felt very relieved. Spoon looked around: "Are we in a fantasy?"

"It's a dream."

"what's the difference?"

"The illusion is created by the caster, and the dream is created by the caster. The former can be seen by anyone who enters the mirror, but the latter can only be seen by himself."

Spoon frowned: "But I have seen Yuan's and Master He."

The scholar laughed: "Because you are the new prey of the dream monster, he wants you to see it, and it is very simple. If you step in just now, you will become his new prey, living in your imagination for life."

"So those people who suffer from sleeping sickness actually live in their dreams?"

"Well, I was absorbed by my dreams, but I could n’t eat in the world, and finally died out and was killed by my dreams."

The spoon trembled: "Who is so abominable to do such a bad thing?"

"This is not a bad thing."

The sound was rushing, the whole bluestone road rang, the spoon looked up, but couldn't see people, the blue sky above the sky was full of white mist, and the end was invisible.

The scholar's arms were taut, and she ... she was straining again.

"This is their own choice. The dream is made by themselves. They are willing to dream and live in it forever. Why is it wrong and how can it be considered a bad thing?"

Spoon fangs: "You pushed me here just now, and I obviously didn't want to go in. You push me, do you dare to say that you didn't do it? What kind of monster, come out quickly, don't pretend to be a ghost."

"My husband is not a demon. I am a grand landlord. I think the world ’s Ford is the most important thing. If you fall into a dream and dream of death, your husband will only help you."

"Well, there's no immortality here. How dare you call yourself a landlord? Is there such a sneaky landlord?" Spoon pulled at the scholar's arm. "Stupid scholar, punch it out and beat him up. I can recover Master Ho's silver. "

The scholar blinked, and the spoon came here not for the benefit of the entire No. 1 town but for the inn. So the inn is really the biggest third party. He sighed, he was taken by him before he climbed to the second position in the spoon, and he felt sad: "Come out, feel bad, otherwise you will I was kicked out and beat you up. "

Spoon curiously said, "Why are you in a bad mood, shopkeeper?"

"Because it was given three."

"What does three mean?"

The scholar smiled slightly, "I will tell you later."

"Oh."

The scholar who claimed to be the landlord had not yet appeared, and the scholar who had been in the hotel was very unhappy, very, very sad, he lifted his left foot slightly, and fell gently, but the sky shattered, the sky fell directly into the dust, and the ground suddenly cracked There are seven or eight cracks, and the surrounding area is almost completely broken. Only two people's feet are intact, and they are like an isolated island in an instant.

Spoon's mouth was "Oh" round again, and the stupid student turned on the "Road Domination" mode again. She swallowed: "Treasurer, it feels good to be on the same front as you."

There is no falsehood in this remark! The fact that he is not in the camp with scholars has long been criticized by him.

But the landlord hadn't come out yet, the scholar raised his feet again and shook again. This time it wasn't the surrounding island that was cracking, but the sound of a rattling in the ear, the entire street collapsed, and then the spoon looked at the inn and it completely sank. Although it was known to be fake, it was still very painful.

Eventually someone climbed up from there, first showing his head, silver hair, matching the image of the land duke recognized by the spoon. He got out, but he wasn't short, and didn't take a gourd, then looked at his face, and his mouth was "oh," and he was a grandpa of sugar painting!

The sugar-painted old man was dressed in white, with silver hair and white beards, and even his eyebrows were white. He looked at the two calmly, and said quietly, "My husband did nothing wrong, but he couldn't fight you. But even if you catch me, I will not give in. "

Spoon staring at him. Is that sugar the medium of dreams? So this is why everyone with sleeping sickness has one thing in common-they have appeared near the inn. During the day, she suspected that she was an old man of sugar painting, but he was neither immortal nor demon. Think carefully ... he didn't even have the breath of a mortal! She took a sigh of cold air: "What is your true body?"

The old man smiled: "Landlord."

"The landlords are all immortals. Although they are little officials, they also have immortality. You don't have any."

The old man's pupils shrank, and the scholar said, "You are the landlord, but you are the landlord of the mortal. It is not recorded in the book of fairyland, so you have no immortality, neither demon, nor ghost. Speaking, yes Mortals have various forms of obsessive incense without real body. "

Spoon was the first time I saw this "fairy" and didn't understand it well, but speaking, there are indeed many mortal landlords in this mortal world, but she still saw it for the first time: " Since you are formed by people, why do you want to make them dream forever? "

He closed his eyes tightly and shook his head: "I didn't harm them ... That dream was what they thought ... I was a landlord by the Fengdu Bridge in Songde Town. At that time, the Fengdu Bridge was the main road into the city. Countless people from After passing by there, countless people burned incense and begged me to bless their homes, so I took shape. Later I changed the main path, and there became a desolate place. No one burned incense and worshiped, and felt desolate. So I turned into a world and attracted people Into dreams. At this time, the dream they are in is the wish they made elsewhere. What's wrong with my dream for them? "

Spoon said: "You think that dreaming saves them, but actually hurts them. The world has passed and everyone has their own life. If you live in dreams forever, what is the meaning of life? They made this wish, But it is a beautiful hope in my heart. Like Yuan's mother-in-law, even if she wants her husband to be perfect, but she still has Yuaner to take care of it. You let her enter a dream and enjoy a beautiful dream. Do? Like Master He, he was free of illness and pain with his family in his dreams, but what about Miss He who is really in the villa? You only want to be an insider, how should an outsider live? "

For a short while, Tanghua said: "Then I let them all dream!"

Spoon sneered: "All? If you can get so many people to dream, why not wait till now. You are just lying to yourself and feel that you are still a landlord who can help people to realize their dreams. You are a kind of scattered fairy, but ... No ... I want to protect the inn, but I do n’t want to protect it in this way, but to really protect it by my own ability. If I know that the thing I really want to protect is being beaten by the wind and rain outside, I will sink into my dream, I will be more It's sad that I'd rather lose with it than not. "

Then the old man shook his head. He did something wrong. Is he really wrong? But they seemed so happy, he just dreamed for them, not because he forced them in. Obviously he made such a wish, and what was wrong with him for them.

The scholar said, "If you hesitate whether you are right or wrong, let them decide for themselves. Let them return to the world and you will know whether they are more happy in their dreams or willing to continue to know the warmth and coldness in the world."

The old man hesitated for a moment: "What if I don't want to?"

The scholar shrugged and laughed, "Then I will break my dream forcibly."

"..." What does it mean if he doesn't agree? The old man looked cold. "Then I bet with you. If I'm right, you can't interfere anymore. If you're right, I'll return to the stormy bridge."

The scholar nodded: "Okay."

When the old man broke his dream, he hesitated. Did he agree with what the two said? How could this dream be so beautiful, how could I be willing to leave.

The bronze mirror shattered little by little, and it was Master He who woke up from the dream first.

The scholar and spoon looked at the sky together, and Master He woke up, and the old man who was coming in was loose with a frightened hand and shouted with excitement: "Master is awake, master is awake!"

Master He was bewildered, he opened his mouth, coughed, and looked at the people who were pouring into the room. It took a while before he asked, "Where is Tao?"

One replied, "Miss heard that the master was drowsy and did not wake up. She had already returned from the villa. She went to report, and this will be coming here."

Master Ho was shocked: "Stop her, I will be contagious."

But then, a little girl in green has come in, grabbed his hand and cried, "Daddy, you're finally awake, don't leave Xiao Tao, Xiao Tao never go to the villa again, and accompany his father forever."

Master He sighed: "Daddy will never send you away, but this disease will infect people ..."

Xiao Tao said, "The daughter lives far away, as long as she can see her dad from time to time."

Master He softened his heart and almost burst into tears. If he has been dreaming, he can indeed hold his wife and daughter for life without worry, but it is only a dream. Taking care of his daughter for the deceased wife and watching her marry a good family are his father's duties, not I fell into my own lust.

That piece of bronze mirror had completely cracked, and the old man turned to the other side.

Dilapidated small hut, leaning on a drunk man in front of the door, two wine bottles beside him, sometimes talking nonsense. After a while a boy came over, "Dad, find a doctor for your mother."

The man pushed him away: "What to look for, this disease will definitely die. It would be good to leave her here to die. Say, where is your mother's money hidden? Give it to Lao Tzu."

The boy took two steps back and said loudly, "Where you have money, you have lost all your money."

The man stood up trembling, copied the stick next to the door and was about to punch him. Before a stick was dropped, a woman in the back room ran out, and flung him beside the boy and carried him into his arms. Staring straight at the man: "Don't you dare hit Yuaner again, I'll work hard with you!"

The boy hugged her and cried, "Mother, you finally woke up."

The woman clenched him and cried, "My mother is awake, and I will never leave Yuaner again. My mother was blind and married your dad."

The man dragged her hair: "Just be alive, and sell you to the kiln."

The woman couldn't bear it and shouted, "My mother wants to break with you !!!"

"..."

The bronze mirror also collapsed, and the spoon shook his fist silently. Yuan'er was a good mother. Does this **** still have the New Year!

The old man sighed, puzzled, and very puzzled: "Why is the dream so beautiful, why do you want to return to earth?"

The scholar whispered, "Because they also know that the dream is false, and the talents in front of them are real. It is you, not their heart, that immerses them in the dream."

The old man smiled silently: "Stupid mortal ..."

The spoon said, "Grandpa ... Actually, aren't you living in the dreams you created ... you think these can help them, do these things to convince yourself that you are the landlord worshipped by mortals, but this is not the case ... even if you don't have a mortal to make incense and make a wish, you are already in shape and you can do other things. "

"My dream ..." the old man whispered, his face was even more vicissitudes. He thought he was weaving dreams for others, but he was weaving dreams for himself.

The Fengyu Bridge was unmanned, and there was no longer the scene of the incense boom. He waited, waited, and waited for ten, twenty, thirty years, but no one passed by, no one burned incense and made a wish.

Too lonely ...

Too lonely ...

He made paintings with sugar and attracted people into sweet dreams. It was a dream in a dream, a dream in a dream ... He smiled bitterly, and the depression in his heart disappeared quietly.

Spoon watched his body fade to nothingness, his heart tightened suddenly, and he wanted to step forward, the scholar held her, and shook his head gently: "He has realized the epiphany, and he will soon be assigned to him. Go to the land temple. "

She was relieved. In the vast dream, a voice of Hong Zhong came, "Thank you, lead me to the dream." The spoon waved in the air: "Goodbye, grandpa."

The scholar touched his chin, and he wanted to tell Spoon that he was in the wrong direction ... The landlord was ... underground ... but it didn't matter, she was happy.

The spoon is really happy, this time you can recover the indebtedness of the inn! It's good that they don't have credit.

"Spoon, let's go back."

"Huh? Go back?"

"We are in your dream now."

Spoon snorted, jumped, didn't move, bitterly: "How to get out?"

The scholar laughed aloud, took her into her arms, and put her head to her chest. The spoon stayed still, the wind passed through the ears, stopped for a moment, and then opened his eyes, the scholar still hugged her, but why the posture was so strange. Looking closely, she was lying on her bed at this moment, blinking, and the scholar was pressing on it.

Looking at her face and seeing the expression of the satyr, the scholar yanked his face: "Spoon, listen to me, this is the posture you just stood, not intentional ..."

"Don't explain **** books! Disappear! Ah ~~~"

"..."