Chapter 19 Instructions

Luo Binghe said: "If you parasitize in other people's dreams and change hosts frequently, your soul will be damaged and weakened in the process of wandering. But if you can live in a fixed host for a long time, you can conserve your energy and stabilize your soul."

He paused and said: "Is it possible that Senior Mengmo is about to die, so you have to choose me as a host to cultivate?"

Mengmo was exposed by him, and he neither denied nor got angry. Instead, he admitted it openly: "Yes! I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable and know this."

Seeing his calm expression, Mengmo couldn't figure out what this kid was thinking. What did the child think, and then said: "But don't think that you are the only host of this old man. There are thousands of talented demons, who would not kneel down to ask for this honor! But you, you should think carefully about whether you can miss this opportunity."

In fact, his soul has been declining over the years. He was originally living in the magic weapon, and he was fine. He would be full of energy again after a hundred or eighty years of meditation. Unfortunately, Sha Hualing, who didn't know the truth, accidentally used the magic weapon as a weapon on Luo Binghe. He no longer had the strength to find the next host.

But in the desperate situation, he actually found that there was a powerful force hidden in the body and consciousness of the new host. He was ecstatic. How could he let it go?

He had made up his mind. No matter how Luo Binghe refused, he would persuade him to learn the magic skills from him, so that his body and consciousness would be more suitable for his residence.

The Dream Demon said, "I'll give you some time to think it over. Otherwise, I can trap you and your master's consciousness in the dream forever!"

Luo Binghe suddenly raised his head, and at that moment, the Dream Demon was shocked by the cold light that flashed in the eyes of this young man.

Luo Binghe's previous calmness and humility disappeared, and his voice was cold: "You are negotiating with me now, you can say anything. But if you hurt your master, nothing will be discussed!"

The Dream Demon was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses, shocked by the fact that he was actually frightened by the momentum of a small mortal cultivator in the human world. He has been in the three realms for a hundred years, and even in the difficult battle when his physical body was damaged, he has never been suppressed by others in momentum.

Of course, he didn't know that this kind of momentum was called the kingly aura (exclusive to the protagonist) in later generations!

A burst of laughter suddenly broke out in the cave.

"You kid, you really have a temper!" After the old voice finished saying this, Luo Binghe suddenly felt his limbs become heavy, and the surrounding scenery spun around and fell into darkness. In a moment, Luo Binghe woke up from the woodshed and was shocked to find that his vest was soaked. At the same time, Shen Qingqiu also jumped up from the bed like a corpse. After gasping for dozens of breaths with dizziness, he finally recovered. Miserable. Miserable! Why! Why in the original work, Ning Yingying was also thrown into a dream within a dream by the dream demon, why was the dream woven for her the warm memories of her childhood, with her father and mother picking flowers for her and riding horses, etc., why was it his turn to be surrounded by fist-sized man-eating bees, then running wildly in a narrow tomb passage, with a huge fireball chasing behind him! The most terrifying thing was that at the end of the dream within a dream, the dream demon also wove him the thing he feared the most! In the dark and damp dungeon, he was hung by a ring around his waist, suspended in the air, and could not feel the existence of his limbs. He opened his mouth but could not make a sound, he cried helplessly. His whole body was burning with pain.

He did not know how long he had been in the dream before the stone door outside the dungeon opened. The footsteps approached slowly and a figure was projected on the ground in front.

The black robe was embroidered with exquisite patterns in silver thread. The cold pressure from that person was more suffocating than the airtight darkness in the dungeon.

Shen Qingqiu could not see the face of that person. But he knew who that person was!

The dream demon was indeed a figure in the legend of the demon clan. This dream was too realistic. Even the moist stench in the air seemed to be still at the tip of his nose, which was disgusting.

Shen Qingqiu reluctantly sat for a while, and really rolled off the bed and started to vomit.

Ding Dong. The system popped up a prompt at this time: [Congratulations on your completion of the "Dream Demon's Barrier" plot line! The system rewards 500 points of excitement! Please keep up the good work! 】

Shen Qingqiu made a "stop" gesture, and was in the mood to settle accounts: "Let's talk it over. You, when you threatened to deduct the pleasure points, didn't you say this number? Why not set it to 500? Is it really good to punish more and reward less? And I took an extra plot line of dream within a dream, why don't you count this as an extra B grid for me? System? System! System, don't play dead, let's sign a new contract!"

At this time, someone rushed in through the door of the bamboo house like a gust of wind.

"Master!"

He knew who it was as soon as he heard it. Shen Qingqiu rolled his eyes in pain.

He really didn't want to see this person's face now!

Luo Binghe had already thrown himself beside him, and asked nervously: "Master, how are you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Actually, it's okay... It would be better if you could stay away from me...

Shen Qingqiu turned his face away, and stood up with backbone and grace: "Master is fine."

Luo Binghe wanted to help him, but his hand was pushed away naturally, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Shen Qingqiu didn't pay attention to his little emotions. He straightened his clothes and made sure that wearing only his undershirt would not damage his image. Then he asked, "Did the nightmare embarrass you later?"

What a embarrassment. It was too late for the dream demon to kneel down and lick Luo Binghe. Shen Qingqiu asked knowingly. Luo Binghe hesitated for a moment and replied: "The demon senior seemed to have lost his spiritual power, and later the disciple was kicked out of the dream. Master, you didn't encounter anything in your dream, right?"

Shen Qingqiu said boldly: "Even if something happens to me, I still can't make it right as a teacher!"

Of course, it can’t be settled!

He still had the shadow of the human stick. Luo Binghe was so close to him and his whole body was covered in hair. He couldn't help but look away in shock. Luo Binghe didn't know the reason. Seeing that he looked strange and his eyes were not looking at him calmly like before, he felt anxious and uneasy.

Fortunately, Shen Qingqiu adjusted his mentality very quickly and still remembered what he should do as a teacher at this time. The next moment, he reached out and grabbed Luo Binghe's wrist, and said sternly: "Being attacked by demons is no fun. I'll investigate for you. I won't tolerate it."

His wrist was held, and Luo Binghe said obediently: "Yes."

As soon as my heart was put down a little, it was immediately lifted up again. What if Shen Qingqiu uncovers the dream demon and the latter exposes his abnormality...

But although Shen Qingqiu checked him very diligently, he found nothing unusual. Of course, nothing can be found through the examination. The dream demon's hundreds of years of skill and fame are absolutely useless, but the cutscenes have to go. Shen Qingqiu's investigation yielded no results, so he still told Luo Binghe to go to Qiancao Peak and Qiongding Peak tomorrow to let people take a look. If something went wrong, he had to tell him.

However, Luo Binghe had no intention of leaving. He looked very worried. He hesitated several times before asking, "Master, are the demons...all heinous and evil and should be killed to death?"

Hearing this question, Shen Qingqiu did not reply immediately. From his standpoint, it is indeed difficult to answer.

Seeing Luo Binghe standing frozen on the spot, forcing himself to be calm and waiting for his answer with a little anticipation, Shen Qingqiu still said slowly: "People are divided into good and bad, and demons naturally also have good and evil. We always see demons. Although people are being persecuted, there are also incidents of humans harming innocent demons. Don’t take your racial opinions too seriously.”

This was the first time Luo Binghe heard such remarks from a master-level figure. He listened blankly, his heart pounding wildly: "Master means that even if you are closely related to the demon clan, it may not be intolerable in the world, right?"

Shen Qingqiu asked back: "How can we talk about the intolerance of heaven and earth? If it cannot be tolerated, why should we let it exist? Who has the final say about tolerance?"

After a series of rhetorical questions, Luo Binghe's eyes gradually lit up, with a faint feeling of blood boiling.

Finally, Shen Qingqiu said: "Luo Binghe, you can just listen to what my teacher says to you in the future. But what I say to you here today, you must remember firmly. There is nothing in this world that cannot be tolerated. Heaven and earth. The race is like this, and the people are like this.”

Although Luo Binghe was bent on doing good at this time, he was not a pedantic person. Anyway, there is nothing we can do to eliminate it, so it is better to make good use of it.

He must become stronger!

Strong enough to never be powerless, strong enough to protect Master from any hand.

Seeing his eyes shining brightly, Shen Qingqiu didn't know what he was thinking, but he had mixed emotions.

His persuasion is not purely for the purpose of living the addiction of a transcendent wise man, the protagonist’s life mentor.

Although this is a very old truth, it has been tossed around by costume dramas, martial arts dramas, fairy tales and dramas for decades, and has not made any progress at all. However, when it comes to this person, the evil hatred is as deep as the sea and the sworn enemies have been inseparable from ancient times to the present. Coming from a world where there have been countless wars, he is extremely unconventional and even defies the disapproval of the world.

As a mixed-race person, it was difficult for Luo Binghe not to be affected by this concept. He even blamed himself for the ups and downs of his life, and gave up on himself because he should not be born. Shen Qingqiu hoped that from now on, these words could plant a seed in his heart and open his eyes. He would be more open-minded when facing the truth in the future. He would not have to worry about other people's blood attacks, and maybe he would not act so extreme. , thinking only about revenge on society.

Even if he faces himself who wants to kick him into the abyss in the future, he must understand that it is not his fault.

If this is possible, even when the plot comes and the system forces him to say lines such as "The racial hatred between humans and demons is as deep as the ocean and the chasm cannot be crossed, you must die as soon as possible", he will be slapped in the face until he flies away. I can’t even care!

The scene changed here, and Shen Qingqiu felt that he had been a little too pretentious just now, and was about to suffer from embarrassment and phobia. He coughed dryly: "Speaking of which, demons are born with more spiritual power than humans. If their power can be put to good use, Returning to the right path is not a good thing for the common people."

The demons absolutely crush the human world in terms of their innate skills in practicing magic. Different races have different energy systems. The human race relies on spiritual energy, while the demon race relies on devilish energy. Shen Qingqiu estimates that they are actually similar things, but the color and name are different. I don’t know why the demon world has good feng shui. Most demons are full of demonic energy when they are born. They tear up living people with their hands at the age of three, split mountains and rocks at the age of eight...ahem, that’s a bit exaggerated.

However, the truth is that many people with mediocre qualifications, after decades of cultivation, are only as good as a baby from the demon clan. More people are like dry ponds, and their spiritual power is just zero eggs. This kind of people are what are usually said to be "no spiritual roots" and "no chance of immortality", and they cannot be more cruel. If it weren't for the sparse population of demons compared to humans who like to spread their wings, the human world would have become a colony of demons long ago, and they would bully others and enforce strict family planning.

After this earth-shattering incident, Shen Qingqiu stayed up all night, with two dark circles under his eyes. He waved his hand: "It's already late at night. Since there's nothing else to do, let's go and have a rest."

Luo Binghe resigned obediently. But he had only taken a few steps out when he heard Shen Qingqiu calling from behind: "Come back."