One Thousand Eight Hundred and Seventy-Fifth Dream in a Dream

"What's the matter? Don't you want to see my dad?"

Lan Luo was slightly dissatisfied, and deliberately said with a straight face. , the latest chapter access: .

Xiao Chen said softly: "No, when will we meet?"

"Tomorrow, it's so late tonight, and you're a little tired."

"Um."

Under Lan Luo's arrangement, Xiao Chen got a quite unique and quiet courtyard in the Hou Mansion.

Actually, it is very in line with Xiao Chen's preferences.

This night was really tiring.

To be precise, from the moment he entered the Tianji Tower and was hunted down, until now, he hasn't had much rest.

Xiao Chen put the little monk aside, lay on the 'bed', closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The drowsiness never came, lying on the 'bed', outside the window the leaves were falling and making noises, as if it was raining.

It was an old tree in the courtyard, and its leaves were blown off by the night wind.

The sound of falling leaves is like rain, why can't Guan Qing sleep?

With something on my mind, it is naturally difficult to fall asleep.

Opening his eyes sideways, there is moonlight outside the window, mottled on the ground.

Xiao Chen didn't want to sleep anymore, his face was expressionless, and his thoughts were flying.

In his mind, he was still thinking about the words that the scholar Tiance deliberately 'confessed' before he left.

"Although what I said is ugly, but out of ten, it's all right..."

The result of the word test given to him by Tiance scholar was indeed not very good, but it was as he said.

If it is not allowed, there will not be so many people queuing up to ask him for divination.

But judging from the divination given to the little monk, regardless of the process, at least the little monk did get a big chance in the end.

Am I doomed to be restless?

The path of the Dragon Emperor is destined to be difficult, and it is completely predictable. Xiao Chen didn't care, what he cared about was whether he could meet Liu Ruyue smoothly.

The Saintess of the White Dragon, a peerless beauty, the Prince of the Dragon God, is also fascinated by her.

In the dead of night, if there is no sleepiness, it is inevitable to think wildly, and it is inevitable to be upset.

Jiang He's words also popped up in his mind, somehow 'chaos' Xiao Chen's thoughts again.

Whoosh!

Unable to fall asleep, Xiao Chen got up, put on his clothes, and casually walked out with a knife.

"Brother Xiao, what are you doing?" The little monk opened his eyes and said in a daze.

"Practice the knife, you go to sleep."

The moonlight is like water, sprinkled on the courtyard, adding a layer of hazy tulle to the scenery in the courtyard.

Xiao Chen 'draws' out the Ba Saber and swings it casually.

There are mixed feelings in my heart, some are anxious, some are violent, and some are indignant and unwilling.

But the more so, the light of his sword became more delicate and softer.

The heart has the Tigers, fine sniffing the rose.

Control your state of mind very well, so as not to let the knife technique lose its delicacy and composition.

If this heart is uneasy in the end, I hope that I will be ashamed!

Wow!

The light of the saber swept across, Xiao Chen picked it up lightly, the straight domineering saber condensed the moonlight all over the garden into a beam, and flew away into the sky.

With a light tiptoe, the figure turned across the sky, with white clothes and white hair, spinning and dancing gently.

During the dance, endless moonlight radiated from Xiao Chen's body.

For a while, the moonlight in the courtyard was like flying snow, more like flower petals, dancing with the wind.

The garden is full of flowers falling, like poetry and painting.

Xiao Chen hangs in the air and stops, using a knife as a brush, the person is in the painting, and the heart is outside the painting.

If this heart is uneasy after all, then who can understand me!

Understand my lonely persistence for so many years, understand the heavy burden of Qinglong revival I bear, understand my persistence and perseverance in seeking the moon.

The moon is like a hundred flowers, let the king dance, and the flowers fly all over the sky. No one appreciates poems and paintings, and no one is a bosom friend in paintings.

Click!

There was a crisp cracking sound, the picture was shattered, light and shadow were scattered, and the moonlight was scattered in all directions.

If this heart is uneasy in the end, and you can't find a confidant, what's the use of being worthy of your heart!

The night is getting darker and the chill is thicker.

Who has pity on my thin clothes and my lonely shadow facing the moon alone.

Accompanied by the broken flowers and willows, and the overflowing knife light, there is an indescribable sadness.

But this sadness did not turn into anger, nor did it turn into hatred.

You can be sad or worried, but you can't be angry or hateful.

And use a knife to create dreams, dreams have fine wine, and dreams have beautiful women. The beauty accompany me to get drunk, and the beauty accompany me to laugh.

There is no sadness or worry, the flowers fall in the dream, and someone will accompany me to appreciate them.

If you don't understand the beauty of dreams, how can you use a knife as a dream and a dream as a dream.

Under the mottled moonlight, an illusory scene appeared in the courtyard. Some people were drunk, some were laughing, and some were dancing to the moon.

Can't tell if it's true or not, dream or reality.

If this heart is finally uneasy, let me fall into a dream and sleep forever, without opening my eyes for ten thousand years.

Kemeng will wake up eventually.

The moment I opened my eyes, it wasn't the dream that dissipated, it was clear that the whole world had slipped away from my hands.

Infinite and great loss filled my heart, can I continue to hold the knife in my hand?

hum!

Suddenly there was a Boundless Knife's chant in the courtyard, and the knife in his hand was burning with purple flames.

When the purple flame dissipated, the pitch-black blade turned into a dreamy purple color, as if this was the true color of Ba Dao.

Hold the long knife tightly and wave it as you like.

The night 'color' of the garden quietly dissipated, and the purple 'color' of the knife light diffused out like water.

Xiao Chen's complexion changed suddenly, under the purple knife light, a man in black on the courtyard wall was forced out of shape.

"who!"

call out!

With a stab of the long knife, the garden is full of purple light, which condenses into a bunch and shoots away.

The man let out a surprise, his figure flickered slightly, but his shoulders were still pierced by the light of the saber.

He glanced at Xiao Chen in surprise, his figure flashed a few times, and he left quickly.

The night is hazy, and I can't see it in the blink of an eye.

As if it had never appeared before, only the purple knife light that had not dissipated in the air proved everything just now.

Putting the knife back into its sheath, Xiao Chen frowned slightly, but he didn't chase after it.

This person, who was able to appear silently, appeared unexpectedly after being 'activated' by himself to reveal the true identity of the Overlord Saber.

It shows that his strength is much higher than his own, but he has never made a move, and it is obviously not malicious.

In the Hou Mansion, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

People with this level of strength, at least ten people, rushing after them rashly, and it would be bad to cause trouble.

Once the thoughts were broken, the knife naturally couldn't dance anymore.

Came to the stone table in the courtyard, put Ba Dao lightly on it, Xiao Chen took out the thousand-year-old fire, and poured himself a drink.

After the sword dance was over, the restless mood settled down.

After drinking a few glasses of fine wine, unconsciously, she fell asleep under a layer of moonlight.

When I opened my eyes again, the glare of the sun shone in, and my neck was stiff and uncomfortable.

This time, I found that I rested my chin on my hands and slept like this all night.

"Mr. Xiao, excuse me. Lord Hou has prepared a family banquet and wants to invite Mr. Xiao over. The princess ordered me to entertain you."

Outside the gate of the courtyard, there stood a slim and beautiful maid, who said in a pretty way.

Xiao Chen regained his composure, and returned: "Wait a minute, I'll go over after I wash up."

After tidying up a bit, Xiao Chen, carrying the little monk on his back, went to the family banquet under the leadership of the "servant" and "maiden".

Generally speaking, the more grand family banquets are usually set in the evening.

A family banquet is set up in the morning, which means that there will not be many people invited. It is possible that apart from the heirs of the Hou family, there may be only myself and the young monk.

The Hou Mansion is very large, with corridors and corridors, rockery and flowing water, like a labyrinth, intertwined.

If there is no other person to lead, you may really get lost in it and turn around.

On a wrong road, Xiao Chen found that there was a group of people marching ahead in a mighty way.

The destination seems to be the same as myself.

But many of them can be seen, they are just followers and guards, and the real master is the leading young man in brocade suit.

The young man was quite handsome and easy-going, and one could see the smile on his face.

When talking with the "servant" and "maiden" who led the way, there was no arrogance at all, which made the "servant" and "maiden" shy.

In addition, the young man has a 'forceful' noble air.

But the easy-going temperament on his body conceals this extravagance very well, making people feel very close.

Xiao Chen stopped in his tracks, thoughtful, this man had nothing to worry about.

The reason why he stopped was because Xiao Chen found a relatively pure aura of royal dragon luck in him.

The four major dynasties occupy the main dragon veins of the central world, and all the bloodlines of the dynasties can receive the protection of the dragon veins.

The purer the bloodline, the bigger the dynasty dragon cloud he accepts, naturally.

In the vast territory of the Yanwu Dynasty, with the blessing of this dragon luck, the luck is much stronger than that of ordinary people.

In addition, the nobles who accepted the title of the dynasty can also be blessed by the dragon luck according to their titles.

For example, Long Teng Hou, who was granted the title of Marquis, is the title second only to the prince.

After all, in any dynasty, kings with different surnames are extremely rare, and it is common sense that the Marquis is the highest.

Long Tenghou also has this dragon luck, but whether he can find it is another matter.

"That's Prince Yu, who was also invited to the family banquet this time. It is said that he came here specially for the princess. He wanted to invite her to join the Seventh Grade Sect's 'door' Shenjian Pavilion."

Seeing Xiao Chen's eyes, the "servant" and "maiden" who led the way stopped and said with a smile.

The 'servant' and 'daughter' seemed to know the Prince Yu very well, and she gave a lot of information when she asked casually.

Looking at his eyes, he seems to be quite enamored of the Prince Yu.

The seventh-rank sect has already stood at the top of this world. Looking at the entire world, there are only a handful of sects that can be called seventh-rank sects.

There are probably only a few in the huge Yanwu Dynasty.

The competition is so fierce that even relatives of the royal family will not receive any special treatment.

He was able to invite Lan Luo so confidently to join Shenjian Pavilion together, thinking that his own strength would not be far behind.

Without thinking too much, Xiao Chen smiled slightly and said, "Continue to lead the way."

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