Chapter 842

Close your eyes, the world is clearer.

Lu Zhengkang thinks that this sentence may be used as an advertisement for some sleep goggles.

In fact, he knows very well that although sleepwalking is very new to him, he is no stranger to dreams. Lu Zhengkang always likes to dream. Dream is a reward of relaxation given by his brain. Of course, it can also be a shock. Lu Zhengkang regards dreams as watching movies, and sleepwalking is also a VR game.

Different from the normal game experience, Lu Zhengkang's sleepwalking, after all, takes place in reality. The actions in the game usually do not affect reality, while sleepwalking is completely based on reality.

Lu Zhengkang once wondered why sleepwalkers could still walk around with their eyes closed and rely on their body instinct? But for him, his sleepwalking, closed eyes, still can see around, all around the influx of his heart. This experience itself can be regarded as enlightenment.

The perception of heaven and earth came into Lu Zhengkang's mind through some unknown medium. Maybe it was the memory of his ancestors?

He looked at the moon overhead, who would think that a green moon is normal, the moon is like a moldy cake, especially the shadow of the moon sea, which is completely moldy.

Climbing Sendai is so calm that one can hear the sound of his breath spreading in the air. But it's really lively here. Lu Zhengkang will notice the virtual shadows of the ancestors. They are like bright spots of moonlight on the ground, some of which are fuzzy, some of which are more fuzzy. The grandmaster who led Lu Zhengkang to the big library had only one clear figure, but he could still see the scene ahead through his empty body.

Lu Zhengkang looked down at his body, which was also empty. His clothes were transparent, his skin and musculoskeletal were transparent, and his viscera were transparent, transparent but not crystal clear. It was completely like a transparent mosquito net. He walked lightly on the road. Lu Zhengkang didn't know whether he had tumbled in reality.

In the big library, the big library at night is very quiet. The leader didn't study here. He went to the main peak yesterday, probably preparing for the Xianyuan meeting. As for the other martial uncles and uncles, Lu Zhengkang may be in a daze when he is closed. In fact, he hopes to meet an acquaintance here. However, tonight's large library is strangely cold, and there are still some imaginary figures of his ancestors wandering here.

On the first floor, there are some obscure Taoist sitting on the Dharma seat, and on the futon in front of him, there are also a few grandfathers. The whole face of the preacher on the Dharma seat is empty and light, with only one mouth, full and full, open and close. Lu Zhengkang stares at his lips and vaguely hears some chaotic syllables.

There is no sound, but there is a clear soft light in the surrounding air, layer upon layer, like a tangled petal, and even smell. Without touching, it seems that you can feel touched by the light and sound. The five senses are filled with disordered information and wrapped tightly.

"Don't look." The leader of the twelve dynasties turned his head and asked.

Lu Zhengkang closed his eyes. He knew that it was a world belonging to the immortal masters. They, including Lu Zhengkang's outer body, could see the deep world. The senses could reach the shape of the Tao. The words he told were not language, but the form of the Tao was transmitted by organs and aura. Monks with high moral character, they are close to the truth.

Tao is poisonous to the weak.

Lu Zhengkang's present body is just ordinary. A mortal who just started to build a foundation can't listen to the words of Tao, even if it's the memory of the ancient times.

Everything in the dream can be alive, including the dead.

The leader of the twelve dynasties stepped on the stairs. At each step, the whole library seemed to be shaking, like yawning. The tiles, beams, wood mortise and tenon were shaking, mixed into vague words: "master Here you are

"Choose one of my bark fish."

big library is still shaking. The third floor staircase queues up to roll down an old book, row it in front of the master, open it up, roll up the pages * and show a mildew, holes, and insects that are still stagnant in books.

Lu Zhengkang attributes what happened in front of him to the fact that his fantasy is different from the real situation, which leads to the specific expression of dreams. He is sure that he sleepwalks in reality, so what he sees should be his imagination. The big stack house in reality is certainly a dead thing, not a demon, not a magic weapon.

But the ancestors are not false. Master Bo has personally confirmed it.

Therefore, it can't be established in reality and sleepwalking that the big library comes to life. It can only be said that Lu Zhengkang's own brain tonic. He didn't know the real situation. Maybe he just went to the third floor and found these books with bark beetles under the guidance of his grandmaster Xu Ying.

If tomorrow morning he wakes up and finds himself in a large library, it's not surprising.

The dream is more and more profound, and his memory will be more and more blurred. Until now, he wasn't even sure he was awake.

The grandmaster walked in the book group, squatted down from time to time to check the bark beetles in the pages, and looked at their development, just like a sericulture man harvesting silk.

"Little disciple, have you heard of Maiwang?"

Lu Zhengkang nodded, "it's a kind of bookworm in the legend, which can be taken by scholars with decocting medicine, and it can be used for high school students."The grandmaster nodded, "the bark fish of the scholar's family eat the words of sages and sages, and the pulse hope raised naturally increases the vitality. The bark fish of the fairy's family eat the words of immortals, and the pulse hope raised has the effect of transforming itself."

Lu Zhengkang said with a smile, "why don't you give me ten or eight first?"

"Ten eight? It's hard to get one of these beetles. It's even rarer than the yellow ochre essence in the dragon vein! " The founder's diligent and thrifty way of running a family is very similar to Chen Chenzi, the contemporary leader, mainly because of his shrewdness and slickness.

Lu Zhengkang felt that he was not the happy farmer It is a combination of vague images.

"Here, choose one for you."

"OK, give me one!"

After eating the word "immortal", a pulse looks like immortal water in its stomach. The circular soft and transparent worms are like leek shreds in the cracks of its teeth. After being pulled out of the page, they roll up and become circular, just like a bluish green earthworm. The grandmaster grabs him, goes to Lu Zhengkang and signals him to look up and open his mouth.

When Lu Zhengkang obeyed, his grandmaster put his pulse into his mouth and said aloud, "chew!"

Chew, chew hard, it's like eating a cold, fruity fudge.

Lu Zhengkang swallows Maiwang, just like swallowing a moon.

The world in front of us soon darkened.

When he woke up the next day, the headmaster was reading at a desk.

"Boy, why are you here?"

"I forgot." Lu Zhengkang said frankly.