"Isn't it an illusion that you already have an answer? How can we say that it's also the cultivation of the seventh grade of emperor and saint. No matter how bad the mind is, it shouldn't be so bad. Isn't that self-confidence? " The old man looked at Zhong Lingxiu and said in a tone of teaching.

Listen to this meaning, it is clear whether Zhong Lingxiu's guess has been decided.

Since it is not an illusion, it is the real world. However, how can ideas form the real world? Gu Fenghua and others are more at a loss.

"What's the big deal about a real strong man who can move mountains and turn the world around in a moment?" The old man said with disapproval.

Listening to the old man say so, Gu Fenghua and others are relieved.

The so-called idea of shifting mountains and turning the world around is probably a myth for most people in the world. Even the three saints who dominate the limitless heaven do not have such strength.

But they already knew that the cultivation plane in the world is more than limitless holy heaven. The three saints may not be really strong. Perhaps, in their view, the incredible things, for those who are really strong, it is really just a matter of thinking.

However, what kind of state should we be strong enough to turn our mind into such a boundary? What is the identity of this strong man?

"Some things are far away from you. It's no good knowing too much and too early." It seems to see Gu Fenghua and other people's curiosity, before they ask, the old man directly dismissed their idea.

The old man made it clear that he didn't want to say more. Of course, Gu Fenghua and others would not ask.

"Is everything in this broken space true or false?" Lorne asked another question.

"You say true is true, you say false is false." The old man's stick problem broke out and played a mystery with Lorne.

"Are our dreams true or false?" Lorne is not angry, but can't wait to continue to ask.

Seeing the eagerness and worry on her face, Gu Fenghua and others suddenly realized that this is the problem that Miss Luo is most concerned about, and it is also the problem that she is most worried about. But I don't know what she dreamt of, which made her worry like this?

"What do you dream of?" The old man also looked at Lorne curiously.

"Just tell me if it's true or not." Lorne blushed, lowered his head to avoid the old man's sight, and said coyly.

It's rare to see Miss Luo so shy. Gu Fenghua and others are even more curious.

"It's not easy to say. It's what you want in your heart, or it's what you're afraid of, or it's what you're looking forward to in this life." The old man turned his back on his hands, put on the look of a world expert, and continued to play the mystery - well, in fact, what he said was nonsense.

Lorne was relieved to hear that. She clapped her chest and breathed a long sigh of relief. She murmured in her heart: Yes, yes, it must be the fear and disgust in her heart. She is beautiful. Everyone loves her flowers. How can she marry a white fat man? She is so beautiful!

"What did you dream of?" Gu Fenghua finally asked.

"It's nothing. It's just a nightmare. Don't mention it." The boulder in Lorne's heart finally fell to the ground and said happily.

Seeing that she refused to speak, Gu Fenghua was not easy to ask. Instead, he thought of his own dream and couldn't help thinking: look at Lorne's dream, her dream is probably what the old man said she was afraid of, or she would not be happy like this. So what's the matter with her dream?