Chapter 298

After a long time, Ye Qing finally recovered, looked at Yan Mengmeng and asked weakly, "what's her... Name?"

Yan Mengmeng looked at him and felt a little funny. Sure enough, the slag man was going to be punished.

Inexplicably feel a little happy.

"Ye Huizheng, the martial spirit seems to be called Chunling."

"Spring..."

Ye Qing murmured to herself, looking at her own "Liuchun" Guqin behind her, saying a name.

"It's Xiaoyue..."

This sudden sadness made Yan Mengmeng feel uncomfortable. It was clearly his retribution. Why did he feel so desolate?

Then ye Qing got up from the ground, came to her guqin, sat in front of her, and slender Bai temporary's fingers began to fiddle with the strings.

A "plum blossom three lane" sounded, which was the first time Yan Mengmeng heard such beautiful music. Even those who didn't understand it felt how sad the player was at this time.

The song is very short. It sounds like a flash to Yan Mengmeng.

Ye Qing stopped, and the aftersound slowly disappeared. At the moment, he looked up in tears and looked at Yan Mengmeng.

"This is the song I played for her when I knew her, her favorite song..."

It seems that he is talking to Yan Mengmeng, but he always feels as if he is talking to himself.

Yan Mengmeng didn't answer the phone. The news was too exciting for him. Yan Mengmeng was afraid that if he answered the phone again, it would stimulate him into a neuropathy.

In this way, Yan Mengmeng has been an audience for him for many days. He finally finished the story and his mood returned to normal.

As soon as he reached this state, he said, "Uncle kuhuai, open the border!"

The old tree sighed, and an invisible wave began to dissipate. As the breath dissipated, Yan Mengmeng found that she could feel the outside.

After coming in, Yan Mengmeng couldn't feel the breath outside. Now it seems that it's really a great boundary.

However, at the moment when the boundary disappeared, there was a sudden burst of thunder outside, and Ye Qing immediately walked outside.

Yan Mengmeng hurried to keep up. Once outside, there was no trace of light, but there was a flash in the Grand Canyon. With bursts of thunder, Yan Mengmeng knew that it was lightning.

Ye Qing looked up at the sky. She didn't know who she was talking to. She said, "long time no see."

As soon as the voice fell, a thunder accurately split Ye Qing's head. The strong light forced Yan Mengmeng to block her eyes with her hands. When she opened her eyes again, the thunder disappeared, but there was heat on Ye Qing's head.

It's just steaming. Ye Qing's appearance remains the same. Yan Mengmeng expected to be struck by thunder and the explosion head did not appear.

Later, Ye Qing suddenly looked back at Yan Mengmeng and said, "Uncle kuhuai will help you get the other two forms of martial spirits. I'll go to the divine world."

Yan Mengmeng nodded stupidly, indicating that she knew.

Immediately, Ye Qing's figure suddenly began to become transparent and a burst of white light appeared. However, for two seconds, it was like a wisp of smoke and disappeared directly in place.

Yan Mengmeng probably understood that this should be going to the divine world.

As soon as he disappeared, the original bursts of thunder and occasional White Lightning disappeared, and everything returned to normal.

At this time, Yan Mengmeng feels the breath of Bajie again. Anxious, Yan Mengmeng runs away and finds them.

When they just woke up, they were all in a state of ignorance. They kept the same posture and clubbed here for a long time. Now they are numb, weak and hungry.

Yan Mengmeng, who came to them, picked up Bajie again and looked at these people, but she made difficulties in her heart.

Now in this situation, Ye Qing suddenly said to go and left without telling her how to save the Chen brothers and sisters. What should she do with so many people here?

The withered locust seemed to know her worry, and the old voice sounded in Yan Mengmeng's ear: "don't worry, they will arrange the old tree."

As soon as the voice fell, thick branches rose up one by one. Some of them formed a bird cage like Tang San's soul skills, trapped everyone except Yan Mengmeng, and a green light suddenly appeared in their frightened eyes.

For a moment, the light dissipated, and all the people in the original cage disappeared.

Yan Mengmeng was wondering, and the old tree's old voice sounded again: "don't worry, just find them something to do."

The voice of withered locust reassured Yan Mengmeng. Holding Bajie, she returned to the hut again.

He began to ask, "Sir, what did the elder brother say just now?"

"The old tree doesn't know, just do what it says."

"Oh, I heard you can make people experience fantasy?"

"Well, it's one of the few abilities of my old tree."

"Can I experience the illusion of rebuilding? It's the kind of practice that has no accomplishments and starts again."

"Hmm? Why?"

"An elder said that my cultivation was too easy, which made me unable to make the best use of it, so..."

After hearing this, kuhuai was silent for a while.

"Well, old tree, I will mix the illusion of understanding those two forms, but in that case, it will take a long time."

Yan Mengmeng nodded and asked, "how long will it take?"

"I don't know. It depends on yourself. After entering the dreamland, you can't feel that it's a dreamland. You can't end until you complete the goal. If you can't finish it all the time, you may be trapped in it for a lifetime."

"Well, I see. Can you forcibly lift the illusion?"

"Yes, but in this case, everything you've experienced is equal to nothing."

"Well, it doesn't matter. If I can't finish it in two years, please lift the illusion."

"Well, you should prepare. By the way, let the little thing in your arms practice there. It's good for it."

This naturally means the Eight Precepts. Of course, Yan Mengmeng doesn't have a problem. She immediately threw the Eight Precepts away, even though it looked at Yan Mengmeng with a sad look.

After that, Yan Mengmeng began to prepare.

When it comes to preparation, it's actually just to find a more comfortable place to lie down. It's been a long time for two years. If you find an uncomfortable place, it's hard to imagine what's wrong when you wake up in an uncomfortable place.

Fortunately, it is the base of fellow villagers, and the facilities are infinitely close to modernization. After looking for it for a long time, this high-grade tree and vine hammock is very good, and the location is naturally chosen here.

Then there is mental emptiness. It's very difficult for Yan Mengmeng to do this. After all, she has too many doubts in her heart. If she doesn't think about it, it's really difficult.

In the next three days, Yan Mengmeng finally completed the adjustment.

Then the dreamland is about to begin. Yan Mengmeng, who is lying there, doesn't feel at all. Her eyes are dark. She can't move or speak. I don't know how long this darkness lasted until a light suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

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