Chapter 42

The first ray of sunshine rises slowly in the morning. Ling Yun's forehead is against the fine beads of sweat and spits out a mouthful of turbid air. He has gone a long way, but he doesn't find anything. There are many monsters, but their strength is not high, and they don't even have shape.

But he found one thing, that is, these demons have evil spirit.

"Follow these monsters, you can find them." Ling Yun said to himself.

If there is a place with strong evil spirit in the deep mountain, the closer the monster is, the heavier the evil spirit will be. The cultivation of the demons in Kyushu is not very high, mainly because they are rare in number, and most of them are banned. More demons are outside the dangerous mountains in the North and west of Kyushu.

After a day and a night of searching, Ling Yun saw a cave standing in front of him. But surrounded by big trees, it was hard to find it. If he had not stood high and followed the evil spirit of the monster, he would not have been able to find it.

There are three huge ancient trees outside the cave. The trunk at the bottom has been hollowed out, and there are many things inside. "This should be the nest of the mountain monster."

"Is that cave, then, the lair of strange and unknown existence?" Ling Yun said in a low voice.

He suddenly held his breath and hid quietly. Two figures came out from behind the three huge ancient trees. His whole body was covered in black air, and he could not see his true face clearly. Many conjectures flashed in Ling Yun's mind. His greatest possibility was that the two creatures were the couple in the quiet and elegant courtyard.

He can't feel the accomplishments of these two people. Anyway, they are only higher than him!

The two figures left one hundred meters at a time. Ling Yun was not so curious that he wanted to follow them. Instead, he decided that the two men would not return for the time being and took away the treasures collected by the three monsters.

"Wait a minute," Ling Yun's mind flashed, "these three monsters are so stupid, how can they think of designing to frame those passing friars and pedestrians?"

"There must be some advice!" Lingyun will still be the biggest suspect set in the old woman, he looked back, "first to have a look."

Ling Yun walked into the cave and had a cold war. He felt a little irritable. He recited the Taoist "Qingxin Jue" silently and immersed himself in his mind.

The walls around the cave are inlaid with luminous pearls. There are three branches in total. Ling Yun chooses the one in the most important situation to go in. Except for the strong evil spirit, there seems to be nothing. But these evil spirits are too strong, constantly affecting his mind and eroding his body.

The wooden sword on his waist vibrates gently, exudes a hazy light, and envelops Lingyun. The uncomfortable feeling suddenly disappears. At the end of the middle fork, there is a black spring. Lingyun kicks a stone into it. The ice that the stone is frozen into instantly becomes a part of the black spring.

Lingyun looks around. In addition to the black spring, there is a stone gate. Lingyun hesitates to open it. Suddenly, footsteps come from outside. Lingyun clenches his teeth and pushes the stone gate in!

Behind the stone gate is an extremely narrow space, which can only accommodate two people. Ling Yun does not dare to make a sound. There is a clear light around his body, and you can see what's inside.

All the words on the wall are words, but they don't belong to Kyushu. They're not demonic characters. They don't have ancient meaning, but they've been for some time.

What shocked Ling Yun was that he knew these words!

In his dream, at that time, he was the God of war. These words belong to that time!

This is a wall in front of him!

On the other side of the wall is the words of the world after his rebirth in his dream. In fact, the gap is not very big, it's just simpler.

Ling Yun covers his chest. He can't believe that he saw the words in his dream here. Is there anyone who had a dream like himself?

His memory is very good, he will never forget all the things he has experienced, but here, how can you make him feel at ease, how can, even if it is a big dream, it should not be the same dream as his own!

This is weird!

Ling Yun can't help but feel cold in his heart. If someone is peeping at his dream when he is dreaming for thousands of years, and even his husband doesn't notice, who is this person?

Mr. Wang said that there is no such method as big dream for a thousand years. He brought Lingyun to have a big dream for a thousand years, which is not the real Taoist method of big dream for a thousand years.

Heaven and earth, where is not strange?

Ling Yun gently touches the words on it. He turns to look at the third wall. Ling Yun's heart beats wildly. He quickly recites "Qingxin Jue", and then he presses down the throb, "Wu Yuan of King Wu's mansion, little prince Ling Yun of King Ling's mansion, young master..."

"Where is this..."

"Early morning!" Ling Yun blurts out!

It's early in the morning!

Lingyun just finished, quickly covered his mouth, the footsteps lingered here for a long time, it seems that nothing found, then left again, Lingyun mind emerged that innocent girl, this is too incredible.

He can't believe it. "Calm down, calm down. There must be something strange and different. That dream must be related to Kyushu. There must be some."

In Ling Yun's mind, Mr. Guigu created a small world. In fact, such a small world is a blessing. People from the outside world can reincarnate in it, get a great blessing, and go further on the way of practice.

So is it possible that the dream you have is actually a small world, and the early morning also exists, but how can you become a dream according to your own wishes?

"There's something wrong with the bamboo garden!"

There was a flash of light in Ling Yun's eyes. He had a splitting headache and fell into a dilemma between dream and reality. It was too strange and beyond his understanding of things.

"Sir..."

Ling Yun's seven orifices bleed and faints on the ground.

Mr. Meng paced slowly in the clouds, frowning slightly, anger in his eyes. He looked very indifferent, which was very angry. Mr. Meng, who built the world with benevolence and righteousness, no longer looked soft. He whispered: "don't force me to curse my mother!"

Ling Yun's dream is naturally a dream, but the early morning that appears out of thin air is also the early morning in a dream. The most proficient in dream and reality is the Taoist Saint Zhuang Zhou Mengdie. Is butterfly me or am I a butterfly.

For him, it's not difficult to have an answer to these questions, but for Ling Yun, if he can't distinguish it, it's the biggest heart devil on his way to practice. Even for Ling Yun, it's not the only heart devil. It's only a matter of time before he can indulge in it for a long time.

Mr. Meng suddenly laughs, "you look down on my disciple too much. You look down on his eternal dream!"

Lingyun awoke, his spirit tired to the extreme, spit out a mouthful of blood foam, cold way: "don't let me know who you are!"

Just now, he almost said that the appearance of "early morning" made him confused. These countless clues made him subconsciously recall his dreams. That's what I want!

If Ling Yun can't figure it out, this is the biggest demon in his heart, especially when he is cultivating his soul in the three realms. For Ling Yun, he may be abandoned at any time!

Or go into the devil, become the devil, by Kyushu world exclusion!

Ling Yun takes a deep breath. He is not sure whether the two people outside still exist, but now he has a clear idea. He rubs his temples, angry and helpless.

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And the early morning is real, even has those memories in the dream.

Then, the person who created this evil spirit cave should have other purposes. If these characters must have something to map, they must not only be Ling Yun, but also be Mr!

Sir's doctrine is based on benevolence and righteousness. If we really want to do something, it may be aimed at Sir's doctrine, which is to destroy the lineage of Yasheng.

It is absolutely impossible for the Confucianists to have such a sinister intention in the struggle for knowledge. It is possible for some scholars and scholars, but people at the teacher's level will definitely not do so. The struggle for knowledge is a struggle for knowledge. Any branch of Confucian knowledge is related to the inheritance of Confucianism and can not be easily broken.

So it's other people. Ling Yun can't think who it will be for the moment, but these tricks and tricks are definitely not a good thing.

"I wrote it down first." Ling Yun said softly.

This is the layout of Yasheng's learning, but before that, there is also the situation of him and the rest of his life, who gave advice to the three monsters, where was the early morning when he came to the world, and whether the two creatures outside were the couple.

These problems still need to be checked by ourselves. Ling Yun leans on the stone gate. Among the two heavy and erratic footsteps, another light one comes.

The stone gate is slowly opened, and what appears in front of Ling Yun is a beautiful girl in red. She has a gentle smile, like spring breeze and flowers, "young master."

Ling Yun looked at the two figures standing behind him, and then looked at the early morning. In the early morning, he carefully wiped the blood for him, and could not help eating the blood on his fingers, "early morning!"

Ling Yun quickly pulls out his hand in the early morning. Looking at the intoxicated expression in the early morning, Ling Yun's heart aches fiercely. He hugs him tightly in the early morning. "How can this happen?"

In the early morning, she gently encircled Ling Yun's waist, waved her hand and motioned the two people to go out. She whispered, almost enchanting, "young master, I miss you so much in the morning."

Ling Yun gently stroked her back. He released early in the morning and held her cold hand. Her bright red nails were too dazzling. Looking at Ling Yun in the morning, he gently stroked Ling Yun's cheek.

"You killed those people?" Ling Yun asked.

In the early morning, her eyes dodged and her body kept shaking. She held her head in pain, "it's not me... It's not me..."

Ling Yun frowned and held one hand on the hilt of the sword. They looked at each other. As soon as Ling Yun couldn't cover his ears, he pushed the wooden sword into the heart of the morning. In the morning, his paw also pierced Ling Yun's chest. There was only two points of deviation, and he didn't hurt his heart.

In the early hours of the morning, there was black air in the wound. Her face was hideous and screamed, which made Lingyun's eyes, ears and nose bleed. But after that black air, the wound in the early hours of the morning was healing again, but the light on the wooden sword was dim.

At this time, the two people who were enveloped in the black air outside, like out of control, rushed towards the inside!

Ling Yun holds early in the morning, bites his teeth and rushes out. He doesn't notice that there is a faint white gas flowing out of his chest. In the blink of an eye, it turns into a white sword and penetrates the two figures.

……

Zhongzhou dream cave, a woman with long hair, cross legged sitting on the futon, indifferently said: "I will pay attention to propriety, cloud son is still alive, if you have a chance to see the person who calculated cloud son, tell him, wait for me to come out, the sword first break his pulse of inheritance!"

The sword Saint nodded, "the teacher and the Confucian sub saint will take care of him."

"Can you take care of it, don't I know?" The woman suddenly raised her head, her eyes were golden, and there was a rune flow in them, which made the sword Qi soar to the sky!

Xie Junhao and Jiansheng leave. The Confucian sage who guards the prison here says with a bitter face: "if you see my husband, can you tell him that someone else will guard him?"

The one who is locked inside is really annoying. He is not afraid of things, but awed from the bottom of his heart. Besides, he is a woman. How inconvenient it is.