What is the dream of others?

At first, the style was rough.

The houses are like geometric shapes spliced ​​together, and the pedestrians on the street are like paper people floating around, showing the appearance of insufficient funds everywhere.

Walked all the way.

Li Changan only felt that he was playing a 3D game unearthed in the 1990s.

Can gradually.

The pictures he saw with his eyes became more and more refined, and the touch from under his feet became more and more real. Without Feng Chong's rumors to remind him, Li Changan knew that the owner of this dream was ahead.

The Taoist priest looked up and saw that the surrounding scenes were very familiar.

There are two straight long streets sandwiching a wide waterway, and the streets on both sides are lined with pedestrians like weaving. Isn't this the center of Xiaoshui City-the long street in front of the Temple of Wine.

It's just that the temple at the end of the long street has disappeared, replaced by a high platform. The table top is wrapped in a pure white woolen blanket, and the bottom is a silk base. The pillars are covered with silk fabrics of various colors, but there are flower vines clinging to them, attracting butterflies and kingfishers to coil around.

Vulgar and elegant, nondescript.

Eighty percent is the owner of the dreamland.

But if Li Changan wants to continue to move forward, it will not be so easy.

Probably because the road ahead was crowded with densely packed men. Looking at it, they were full of handsome young men. Looking at the costumes, they were either the Zhumen master or the scholars.

These people looked enthusiastic and shouted together:

"Goddess! Goddess! Goddess!"

Not long.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, a woman with a slender body in feathers suddenly appeared on the high platform. I'm too far away, I can't see her appearance, but from the way of appearance, clothes, and movements, the woman releases a signal that the old lady is a beauty!

Auspicious clouds rise in the sky, and the sound of silk and bamboo descends from the clouds.

The woman sang and danced, dancing...well, what can only be said that she can't, she still won't if she dreams. But off the stage, the handsome men who blocked the street obviously didn't think so, all of them were intoxicated.

The women's dance also jumped up, and with a little step, it actually fluttered up. Like the flying sky in the mural, the clothes and belts are dancing, flying across the sky.

Okay.

As Li Changan couldn't squeeze in because of anxiety, she came to the door by herself.

To say that the beauty of dreams is that they can change everything with imagination, but after all, they are other people’s dreams. As a guest, Li Changan is still subject to some restrictions (harmony). A bow and arrow.

Bows and arrows are just bows, anyway, archery comes with navigation in the dream.

So Zhang Gong took an arrow, and when she flew closer, he shot it away.

Of course, the arrow hit the target, and the woman exclaimed and fell lightly on a painted boat.

This time, the male fans in the dream went crazy, jumping into the water one by one, swarming towards the painting boat, stupefied that the surface of the water was densely packed with human heads.

Li Changan simply stepped on these heads and flew onto the painting boat. As soon as he went up, he had a face-to-face encounter with the woman.

"Taoist priest?"

The woman was taken aback.

"It seems to be good too."

Suddenly, the few men who climbed up first changed their bodies and became Taoist monks. The only thing that didn't change was that handsome face.

The woman nodded in satisfaction, and then looked at Li Changan softly.

"Does the Daoist also come to send me flowers?"

flower?

Li Changan looked down and saw that the long sword in his hand was replaced by a thick-bodied tree branch, which was clustered with seasonal flowers such as peony, rose, camellia, and autumn chrysanthemum. It was very beautiful.

"Open your mouth."

"what?"

The Taoist had quick eyes and quick hands, and thrust the flower branch into her throat.

...

The lobby of the Golden Mansion.

Bo Tzuyu and Zhang Yi guarded the two Taoist priests who fell into the dream, their faces sinking like water, their knives gripped so tightly that they were too tired to say anything, and the air in the hall was too heavy for people to breathe.

Sudden.

"what!!!"

Some people suddenly stood up from the pile of dead people on the ground.

But she was a fat servant woman with rough hands and feet, she was crying and making noises while she was holding her throat, and she swayed the servants who were surrounding her.

After finally being held back by someone, he calmed down a bit.

One looked up.

I saw the short-haired Taoist in the Eight Diagrams Array again.

The pale face suddenly turned purple.

"Wow" retched.

"What did the two Taoist leaders do to people?"

Bo Tzuyu was muttering in his heart when he saw it, but his tight face revealed a little relief.

The way to save people by dreaming has worked.

…………

The second dream.

Looking at the familiar Jinfu compound in front of him, Li Changan felt a little relaxed.

Such an honest scene must be an honest dream, right?

Then he saw the man with a bare fart (harmonious) lying in the stable.

He was not too young, and as thin as a firewood, lying casually on a pile of hay, chewing on a refined fodder made of eggs, beans, and grains.

There is a horse next to him, a horse with long hands. Kneeling next to him, he uses a small brush to wash his "fur". If the brush is unsatisfactory, he puts his tail-I don't know how long it is, it is long and thin like a whip. -Shake it over and draw a horse's face.

The horse didn't get angry, but verbally, yelling "Grandpa" and "Ancestor", the more careful he waited.

"What a ghost dream is this so special?!"

Li Changan was still inexplicable here, there was the sound of gongs and drums in the yard over there, and a group of shameless servants embraced two noble men to the stables.

The two heard Bo Tzuyu's introduction before dreaming.

The gentle-faced man was the master of the Jin Mansion, and the tall and stout man was the wife of the Jin Mansion.

The lady greeted him, and the horse led the man out, and got down to ask the lady to get on the horse. No, it was the master.

Okay.

The madam is so strong that she has surpassed Zhang Fei, and her thigh is thicker than that of the man's waist.

really.

The man kicked his wife's face, leaving behind a five-finger black foot, driving the wife crazy, picking up the whip and pulling the horse waiting next to him and rolling all over the floor.

Li Changan understood it.

This guy is the groom of the Jin family, right?

Exhaled in a dream.

The Taoist priest was thinking about how to destroy this "revenge". On the side of the stable, the Jin family lord brought in a horse with a smooth coat.

The groom raised his head and said twice, and walked back to the stable.

then.

Get up and lie on the flattering (harmony) stock.

"..."

Li Changan.

"NS!"

He jumped into the yard with a dark face and transformed himself into a craftsman in a leather skirt, with a bundle of hemp rope on his shoulders and a knife with a hook in his hand.

Strode up, grabbing the groom's scalp.

"Look at who I am?!"

The groom was ignoring his output, was interrupted abruptly, turned his head angrily, but almost lost his soul.

Gelder! (Castrated to livestock)

He didn't care about Hermes anymore, and hurriedly yelled:

"Wait, I'm kind of..."

Li Changan raised the knife and fell.

...

what!

The groom jumped up from the ground.

Say nothing.

He pulled off his pants and looked down.

Phoo~

The brother is still there.

He just let out a sigh of relief, only to realize that something is wrong around him.

Looked around blankly.

What was greeted were the surprised onlookers of the catchers, and the veiled and shy gaze of the servant woman.

He was silent for a few seconds.

He lifted his pants, leaned back on the ground, pulled up his clothes, and buried his head silently.

…………

Li Changan really underestimated the whimsical ideas of the ancients, and in his dreams, one game was not serious.

There are bear children who turn into birds and diarrhea to people's heads; there are young girls who turn their lovers into trees and vines, who are always with each other year after year; some are willing to become mud statues in the temple, sitting on anything. If you don’t do it, you can get a slacker of clothing, food, wine, meat, and shelter...

On the other hand, Li Chang'an's response was not so unreasonable. He only roasted the birds, burned the trees, demolished the temple, and kicked them out of their dreams one by one.

Some toss.

There were thirty-seven members of the Jin family, only two of them were indulged in dreams.

...

Dream.

It is still the Golden Mansion.

An ordinary wing room.

Push the door and enter.

But there is nothing else in the sky.

Inside the door is an extremely spacious hall, the hall is brightly lit, decorated with colored glaze, agate, gold leaf, and silver powder. The bottom is not masonry, but a shallow pond with a deep calf. It is not filled with water, but a variety of fine wines. There are many silver plates floating on the wine, and all kinds of delicacies are on them.

Countless women shuttled in and out, all of them were charming, flimsy, frolicking, singing and dancing, or playing music, all of them were extremely charming.

There is a big bed in the center of the wine pond, and the master of this dream, the Jin family, lies in the middle of a group of Yingying and Yanyan, enjoying the blessing.

All right.

Li Changan watched for a while.

This is normal.

He raised the sword straight forward, so that the old man Jin could face reality as soon as possible.

But just next to the bed.

The Lord Jin suddenly turned his face, drunk and distraught: "Beauty, come, toast to me."

beauty?

Li Changan lowered his head and saw that on the surface of the wine under his feet, a pretty Taoist aunt clutching floating dust was reflected.

What am I...

Li Changan took a deep breath, patted the dust on Master Jin's face, picked up the knife that was cutting the meat next to him, and stabbed him in the chest.

But as soon as the blade touched the flesh, it "poofed" and turned into a feather like a juggler, making the gold master giggled.

"Itching! Itching! Haha."

He turned over and got the hook over.

"Come on, change here."

The Taoist priest was speechless for a long time, so he had to change his method.

When I found a beauty to make affection with him, in front of him, he suddenly cut the beauty's throat, opened the **** wound, and reached Master Jin's eyes.

But the blood spewed out, but it turned into wine and fell into the bowl, and Master Jin drank heavily.

"Good, good, good, come again!"

What kind of person!

Li Chang'an is a little bit ignorant.

The teacher said that difficult questions will be left for later.

Simply exit the wine pool, open the door, and step into another person's dream.

A reckless battlefield with yellow sand.

...

The setting sun is like blood, wind wrapped in wild sand.

On the barren wilderness, the two armies are facing each other, the light of the armour is reflecting the sun, and the arrows are like clouds.

A general in gold armor, riding a sweaty BMW, carrying Fang Tian's painted halberd, rushing back and forth in the enemy formation.

Slashing the generals to capture the flag is like trying to get something from the bag.

Every time an enemy general was killed, the sergeant shouted in unison.

"Tiger!"

For a while, the "tiger" sounded endlessly, and the enemy army finally collapsed.

Amidst the three armies shouting "Wan Sheng", the blood-stained general in the golden armor relieved his pocket...

Uh.

It's Mrs. King.

Li Changan felt a bit of a bumpy road ahead inexplicably.

He thought for a while, and transformed himself into a defeated general who lost his helmet and unarmed his armor. He ordered a group of soldiers, cut his hands back, pretending to be trapped with a rope, and pressed him in front of Mrs. Jin.

Mrs. Jin flew with a horizontal knife.

"Who came from?"

"The defeated general can see the general's Tianzi, and dare not be an enemy, so he binds himself and casts!"

This flattering made Mrs. Jin very comfortable, and laughed and got off the horse to untie the rope for Li Changan.

The Taoist priest took the opportunity to break away from the rope and grabbed the other's saber. When she was astonished, he chopped off her head with a single knife, thinking of a surprise, and frightened her awake.

But the head that soared into the sky hadn't fallen to the ground, it was actually picked up by Mrs. Jin's ape arm!

Disregarding the "Puff Puff Puff" neck spurting blood, he shouted:

"The thief died!"

Thousands of troops rushed forward.

...

Li Changan decided to change the way.

The army returned to camp.

The cheers in the Chinese army's big tent shook the sky, and the three armies celebrated together.

Li Changan turned into an eunuch, broke into the big tent, and pinched his throat:

"The saint has a purpose. The general's merit is in Sheji. He is famous in Shenzhou. He is named the champion, eats eight hundred households and serves as the marshal of the world."

Mrs. Jin came up to thank her with tears in her eyes.

Li Changan quickly offered a pot of fine wine.

"This is a half-pot of wine specially sent by the saint, and the remaining half is in the hands of the saint. He asked me to let the general and the saint drink this wine together to celebrate this great victory."

"At the end, I dare not follow my fate."

Mrs. Jin picked up the hip flask and drank it in one gulp.

When she finished, Li Changan smiled and asked, "Is it delicious?"

She slurped her mouth: "Good wine! Could it be Yaochi Immortal Brew?"

"Crane top red plus drag machine poison, isn't it the fairy brew?"

Mrs. Jin was stunned when she heard the words, and an unspeakable pain suddenly rose in her belly. The **** in front of her had already taken a step back and cursed:

"Rebel, you are in the midst of a trick! Raise the bandits and take pride in your merits, the emperor Shengming, order me to kill you!"

Ideals are shattered, should I wake up now?

Unexpectedly.

Mrs. Jin screamed wildly "Wow", took out her knife, sliced ​​open her chest, took out her stomach, squeezed out the poisonous wine, and stuffed it back.

Disregarding the bleeding wound of "Puff Puff Puff", he shouted:

"The thief died!"

Thousands of troops rushed forward.

...

Who are these people!

Li Changan squatted outside the military tent of Mrs. Jin and scratched his head.

This couple, one does not want to wake up, the other can't be scared, it's really not that the family doesn't enter the house.

After all, it was in other people's dreams that Li Changan was limited in what he could do.

If it is hard to come?

It's not impossible.

The method Li Changan thought of at the beginning was to force it, that is, to provoke the thunder, and use the power of the thunder to extinguish the dream, shake out the three souls and six souls of a man together with the nightmare, and then slowly clean up.

It's just that the power of the gods is unpredictable, if one is not careful, and the soul is wiped out, wouldn't it be counterproductive.

Taken together, Feng Chong's method is safer for the victims.

But I didn't expect that the couple would be so scornful in their dreams.

couple?

The Taoist rubbed his chin and suddenly called:

"Feng Daoyou?"

Feng Chong's response sounded in his ears.

"What's the matter?"

"Can you connect the dreams of these two people?"

An affirmative answer came from the void.

"Can."

...

Li Changan changed his outfit again.

Pretending to be a servant, he hurriedly broke into the big account.

"Madam, it's not good!"

"Huh!"

Mrs. Jin's eyebrows are upside down.

"Screaming and screaming bad my wine, come, drag me out of the door and beheaded."

"Master is lonely, I want to take a concubine!"

Concubine? !

Mrs. Jin threw the wine glass, but did not care about celebrating the victory.

"The old thing that has been plagued has turned the sky over!"

Li Changan hurriedly kicked the soldier who had come up to catch him, led Mrs. Jin, opened the curtain, stepped out of the big tent, and entered Master Jin's wine pond meat forest.

The dreams are in harmony.

The couple found each other the first time.

Master Jin shuddered on the spot, wailed, and was about to drill under the bed.

However, the bottom of the bed was too small and the body was too fat to squeeze in. In a hurry, he suddenly sprinted and turned into a big mouse.

"You are too old to repair, and you dare to run?!"

Mrs. Jin screamed, strode forward, and turned into a tiger-sized cat when she landed, and slapped the bed into bits and pieces.

After that, they heard screaming, begging for mercy, and yelling and cursing. The two chased endlessly, knocked over the silver cup, broke the porcelain cup, and stirred a pool of fine wine into a puddle of muddy water.

But in the end the mouse lost to the cat.

Soon Master Jin was forced to the corner of the wall, and he was about to fall under his wife's claws.

Master Jin suddenly kicked his legs, "poof", and disappeared without a trace, and his beauties were all dreamy and disappeared from him.

Mrs. Jin, who was in anger, looked around, but she couldn't find anyone who could give her anger, so she turned her head and grabbed Li Changan who was telling her about her.

"Where is that old thing hiding?!"

Li Changan smiled and said, "I woke up from the dream and went home naturally."

Waking up from a dream? go home?

Mrs. Jin let go of Li Changan, and then muttered for a while.

Suddenly.

He picked up a knife and wiped his neck cleanly.

...

Watching Mrs. Jin's body gradually disappear in the wine pool.

Li Changan finally sighed.

It's finally over.

Today, I can see a lot of things with irritating eyes, and I read the scriptures a few times to brainwash my head back.

The dream in front of him gradually collapsed, and a dark void surrounded him.

Li Chang waited quietly to wake up from his dream.

After a while.

He opened his eyes again.

The long, cold street was empty, and raised his head, a blood moon hung in the sky,

This is definitely not a reality! Why are you still dreaming?

"Feng Daoyou?"

"Feng Chong!"

No one responded in the void.

…………

"Why are the two Daoist leaders still not awake?!"

Everyone in the Jin Mansion woke up one by one, but the two Taoist priests who had fallen into a dream to save others were not awake. Bo Tzuyu was so anxious that he had no masters, and his mouth was bubbling. Seeing that he was so anxious, his servants sneaked out to avoid being scolded.

Only the ranger, Zhang Yi, was still at the side of the altar, but he just closed his eyes and ignored him.

This made Bo Tzuyu more anxious.

"Thin head!"

A government officer suddenly ran in in a panic.

"Outside..."

Bo Tzuyu said impatiently: "Let the brothers outside be honest, how can I take care of them?"

The Ya Yai started to cry: "There are monsters outside!"

monster?

Hearing the words, Bo Ziyu was taken aback, and subconsciously looked at the two Taoists.

"I hold the altar."

Zhang Yi finally spoke.

"You go out and have a look."

Bo Ziyu's face changed for a while.

"give it to you."

Stepped out in a hurry.

…………

There was a thick fog in the deep night.

The small courtyard seemed to be isolated.

The strange wind went into the yard from outside the wall, making people panic.

On the high wall.

There should have been only a pool of thorny moon covered by thick fog, but now, there are two groups of green fires the size of human heads.

Bo Ziyu's heart slammed and threw a torch over.

The fire flashed away, but the faces of everyone inside the wall turned pale.

Jinghong glanced at it.

Everyone saw that after the thick fog, a huge hideous face crawled on the wall, the faint green firelight was full of malicious eyes, and a huge mouth swallowed (harmoniously) and breathed out the mist.

original.

It was not the wind, but the strange laugh of the monster.