Chapter 1310

After Wang Baole learned the name xuanchen empire from five people many years ago, he explored it for a long time. To be exact, there was also xuanchen empire in the stone tablet boundary, but that xuanchen was not this xuanchen.

Until today, I made a big circle, but in this way, I came to the real xuanchen empire.

Looking at the totem of the palace in the distance and the bustling crowd in the street, even in the rain, Wang Baole also had waves in his heart. He saw that in the crowd, there were people alone, men and women snuggling under an umbrella, people rushing along, and people who seemed to walk happily.

He saw the peddler who had propped up the cloth tent and was still doing business. He saw the singer in the window of the pavilion, covering his mouth with a fan and looking at the passers-by. He saw the yard in the distance, the mother holding the urchin's ear, and a team of bodyguards passing further away.

There are also hangover people who lie in the alley and are awakened by the rain, but don't get up, but mumble in their mouths, turn around and continue to sleep, as well as thieves who steal quietly in the crowd, as well as rich businessmen who dress luxuriously and walk out of the place where the singer is located, with red faces.

All this came into Wang Baole's eyes, and he closed his eyes.

The noise gradually filled his mind. There were footsteps, the sound of rain falling, the sound of vendors Hawking, and the sound of children laughing in the rain.

Life is picturesque. At this moment, Wang Baole's heart shows a corner.

All kinds of voices and all kinds of seeing have woven into this world. When Wang Baole's mind came into view, he, holding an oil paper umbrella, opened his eyes and looked at a little boy with a towering braid in front of him, with great emotion in his heart.

The little boy was chasing his playmate and ran in front of Wang Baole. Even if he was drenched by the rain, he was still happy. Even if he slipped and fell and splashed the rain on the ground, he immediately got up and continued to run forward with laughter.

Only after running for a few steps, he seemed to notice Wang Baole. Perhaps he felt that there were people who seemed to be static in this dynamic world, which was a little abrupt, so he looked back at Wang Baole.

The little boy's eyes were clear and his face was curious. After looking at Wang Baole, he stuck out his tongue at him and ran away.

Staring at the little boy's back disappeared at the corner of the street, Wang Baole smiled. He knew that everything here was a dream of someone living in Yuanyu daokong. The dream was very real. Even if there was only one city in the dream world, every brick and tile in the city and every pedestrian were lifelike.

"Only deep obsession can form such a real dream." Wang Baole murmured and looked up at the palace. In addition to obsession, a person who can weave such a dream also needs to have amazing strength.

Only in this way can a city including a palace be shaped in a dream that is no different from reality, and it is even easy to get lost, unable to tell the true from the false.

There should be few people who can do this in the xuanchen empire. Wang Baole's mind swept away, and only in the palace, there was a breath of sleep.

This breath is very strong. Even with Wang Baole's current cultivation, he still feels strong. His identity... It is not difficult to guess that he is the father of little five, Emperor xuanchen!

"Is this the dream of emperor xuanchen?" Wang Baole is a little uncertain. According to his understanding, Emperor xuanchen can indeed weave such a city that contains the imperial palace. All creatures are lifelike dreams, but this is not its limit. According to Wang Baole's perception of the fifth step, if emperor xuanchen wants to, he can completely weave a starry sky.

So in meditation, Wang Baole, holding an oil paper umbrella, walked forward. His pace was not fast. Walking in the rain, he walked to the palace. On the way, he appeared in the eyes of countless pedestrians, but in a flash, no one could remember him at all.

Just like this dream, everything has its fixed logic. The arrival of wangbaole is not enough to disturb it. Whether he is here or not, the dream still works.

In this way, in the rain, Wang Baole walked, walked, crossed the street, walked down the avenue, and finally appeared in front of the palace. He stood there, looking up at the huge parrot totem above.

Vaguely, he seemed to have an illusion, as if the parrot was also looking down at himself at the moment.

After staring for a long time, Wang Baole thought deeply, withdrew his eyes, raised his feet, and when he fell, his body had disappeared outside the palace and appeared in the palace, a hall.

This is like the study of emperor xuanchen, filled with bamboo slips. At the same time, behind the huge table as luxurious as carved railings and jade, Wang Baole saw sitting there, like a huge mountain... Emperor xuanchen.

His figure is tall and burly, his face is dignified, and he is wearing a simple green shirt. At the moment, he is sitting there, looking down at the bamboo slips in his hand. It seems quiet, but in his body, it seems that there is a storm that can destroy everything. Even if his eyes fall, he will see the collapse of the invisible.

It seems that the Tao of this figure is too terrible, and the rules contained are too amazing. It is like a huge vortex that can devour everything.

Compared with him, although Wang Baole himself is also a vortex, he is still slightly inadequate, but he can still maintain himself unaffected.

At this moment, the whole hall was silent except emperor xuanchen and Wang Baole.

Wang Baole didn't speak. He looked at xuanchen emperor and felt the vastness of his body. While observing silently, xuanchen emperor sitting there suddenly opened his mouth.

"You shouldn't have come."

As soon as the words came out, the sky outside echoed with thunder, and lightning rumbled across, making the dark clouds that covered the sunset also flicker.

Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and still didn't speak. He just turned around and looked out of the hall. At the moment, there was a young man wearing a Chinese robe who had entered the hall with one foot, but he hesitated and whispered cautiously.

"Father, I..."

This young man is the little five in Wang Baole's memory. His breath is somewhat different from that of all living beings in this city. It seems to be more flexible.

"Step back." Before Xiao Wu finished speaking, his words were interrupted by Emperor xuanchen who was sitting there. He didn't look up and made a cold voice.

"Father, i... I want to go out, I don't want to be here, I..."

"Get out!" Emperor xuanchen's voice grew louder. In the outside sky, the thunder was even more violent. Xiao Wu's face was pale. He instinctively withdrew one foot into the hall. He seemed to endure oppression and anger, and his face turned red. He looked at Wang Baole, and then turned away.

Wang Baole frowned slightly and looked at Xiao Wu's back. He had a feeling that the other party's existence in this dream was a little strange.

"Taoist friends dream of coming here. No matter what you mean, you are not welcome here. Are you going or not?" At the moment when Wang Baole looked back at Xiao Wu's back, behind him came the cold sound of killing.

Sitting there, Emperor xuanchen, who had lowered his head, slowly raised his head at the moment, his eyes seemed to contain thunder, and looked coldly at Wang Baole.

Wang Baole turned his head and looked at emperor xuanchen. His eyebrows frowned again. He thought that this was Emperor xuanchen's dream. What he saw now was indeed in line with his guess, but it happened that... Xiao Wu, who was just now, was more nimble than other beings.

"Whose dream is this?" Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and bowed to Emperor xuanchen.

"Excuse me." With that, he turned and left.

Emperor xuanchen's eyes always fell on Wang Baole. Until Wang Baole's figure completely disappeared, he slowly withdrew, lowered his head again, looked at the bamboo slips in his hand, and did not move.

At the moment, outside the palace, in the alley that few people pay attention to, the middle-aged hangover who was woken up by the rain and turned around and went to sleep was muttering in his mouth.

"Why is it raining again, disturbing your uncle's dream..."