Chapter 539 Daydreamer

The huge waves were split from the center, like a curtain with a corner opened. As the waves hit the reefs, white wave fragments splashed dozens of meters in an instant.

This time, Chen Ling was not blown away.

He stood in the gap between the huge waves. Except for the waves that soaked his whole body, he was not affected by anything else.

His tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and there was still anger and sadness in his pupils, as if he had not come out of the substitution just now.

"Is this... [Sleeve Hands to Move the Sky]?"

Chen Ling looked down at his palms, still repeatedly feeling the resonance of that moment just now. He seemed to understand what it felt like to integrate the belief described by Ning Ruyu into the way of the God of Play.

The palm he just swung out was more lethal than the [Tribunal] that was fully released now, higher than the third level, but it was still unknown whether it could compete with the fourth level field... Chen Ling could feel that the upper limit of this secret method was far more than this.

As long as the substitution is deep enough and the resonance is strong enough, the power of [Sleeve Hands to Move the Sky] can be raised several times. Of course, this level of substitution is not always possible. It requires the right time, right place, and right people.

This is Chen Ling's strongest killer at present, but it cannot be released at will. The pre-swing is too long, and the lethality will fluctuate... But this also means that it has a very high upper limit.

As the waves on the reef gradually recede, the scene around Chen Ling also fades a little bit.

The sky and the sea surface quickly folded up, like a piece of paper folded up by someone, and finally all shrank into Ning Ruyu's palm, leaving only the wet Chen Ling standing in front of the Xidao Ancient Collection Gate, with the ends of his hair and the corners of his clothes still smearing water stains.

"Little Junior Brother, how do you feel?" Ning Ruyu put away the CD and smiled.

"...very wonderful." Chen Ling paused for a long time before putting his hand down, "But I have remembered this feeling."

"That's the best."

"With the four basic secrets of singing, reciting, acting and fighting, plus [Painting Zhuyan], you have mastered all the foundations of the ancient collection of drama... This will be something that will always be with you, and it is also a gift prepared for you by the master.

With them, even if one day you are deprived of all your divine ways and even skills, and lose everything, these five secrets alone can make you have a fighting power that is not inferior to any divine way...

They will accompany you until the last moment."

Chen Ling turned around and looked at Ning Ruyu, Luan Mei, and Wen Renyou standing side by side, with a touch of gratitude in his eyes.

He raised his hand again and bowed deeply to the three brothers and sisters, as well as the entire ancient collection of drama behind them:

"Thank you, brothers and sisters, and thank the fourth brother and master for me... Chen Ling will always remember the kindness of drama."

"Little brother, you must be careful when you go to the mortal world." Luan Mei reminded.

"Be careful of Wuji Jun, I understand."

"Although Wuji Jun should also be watched out for, he is one of the Nine Juns after all. He has to maintain the stability of the Wuji Realm and cannot leave easily... and he should not be so quick to attack the Hongchen Realm. [Fushenghui] is not a vegetarian." Luan Mei added,

"In addition to him, you should be more careful of the Hongchen Realm itself.

The Hongchen is fascinating, you must not be fooled by its appearance... Use your eyes well to break through the delusion and see the truth."

When Chen Ling heard this, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. If Luan Mei was talking about the filth behind the false prosperity, he would have experienced it long ago, but he always felt that his senior sister was referring to something else.

Ning Ruyu also said seriously:

"It shouldn't be long before Hongchen Jun wakes up... If the people of Wuji Realm really attack Hongchen, you, Junior Brother, must not be involved. The war between realms has nothing to do with us, and there is no need to take risks.

Our goal is just to recover Hongchen Jun's body and complete the realm funeral. It's that simple."

Chen Ling nodded slightly, "I understand."

Chen Ling glanced at the sky. It was not long before dark, so he bowed and said goodbye to the three brothers and sisters again, turned around and walked straight to the door of Xidao Ancient Tibetan.

As the red opera robe pushed aside the curtain, his figure completely disappeared in Xidao Ancient Tibetan.

The three brothers did not leave, but still stood quietly in the same place, looking at the direction where Chen Ling left, silent... They seemed to be waiting for the curtain to be opened again, Chen Ling to come back, and then smiled helplessly and said: I thought about it carefully and decided not to leave.

Xidao Ancient Tibetan is still the same Xidao Ancient Tibetan. Everything will be as comfortable and happy as in the past six months.

But unfortunately, the return they expected did not happen.

They saw Chen Ling return to Choufeng, hug Choujiao and say goodbye, then take a last look here, return to the Gray Realm alone, and disappear at the end of the horizon.

A few minutes later, Ning Ruyu retracted her gaze and sighed:

"... He left after all."

"If Junior Brother had stayed in Guzang all the time, he wouldn't be Junior Brother anymore." Wen Renyou said slowly, "Young birds always have to spread their wings and fly high, not to mention Junior Brother, an eagle?"

"Well, it's not like he won't come back..." Luan Mei looked at Ning Ruyu with a melancholy face and couldn't help complaining, "Big Brother, you are really old, why are you like a mother?"

"??? Second brother, as soon as Junior Brother left, you started to act unrestrained, right?"

"Isn't she always like this?" Wen Renyou touched his chin, "When Junior Brother was here, she still served some... Now she's probably tired."

Luan Mei glanced at him coldly, "When Junior Brother was here, you cooked seven or eight dishes a day... Today Junior Brother is gone, you can't miss a single dish."

"Isn't that a waste?"

"Will it be a waste with Lao Wu here?"

"...That's true."

After Luan Mei's interruption, the originally depressed and melancholy atmosphere finally became a little lively, and the three turned around and walked back to the Xidao Ancient Tibetan.

They passed through one area after another and finally returned to the vast green grassland. Under the blue sky, the breeze was blowing, and six small houses were located in the distance, as if they were in a beautiful fairyland.

The three people saw this scene and suddenly fell silent.

"These...are you going to continue?" Luan Mei turned to look at Ning Ruyu.

Ning Ruyu looked around with a complicated expression and shook his head,

"This place was originally built for the little junior brother. Now that he is gone, there is no need to continue to consume the power of the ancient Tibetan to maintain it. Let's remove it...but, the little junior brother's home will stay."

Wen Renyou walked forward slowly, stretched out his hand to grab the grass under him, and after groping for a while, he seemed to have grabbed something and slowly raised it.

The next moment, the snow-capped mountains in the distance began to fold and close, and the blue sky and the boundless grassland all converged into Wen Renyou's palm like a tide.

The sky turned into a black roof, and the grassland turned into a plain ground. In the dim light, wooden frames surrounded the open space, some of which were placed with scripts and operas recorded in text, and some were empty...

It was like a dreamlike scene in a movie, which gradually dissipated as the movie ended, and the surrounding environment returned to its original appearance.

Ancient Collection of Drama, [Text Area].

Between the five empty wooden frames, the Laoliu Family House where Chen Ling lived for half a year stood among them. The colorful flags no longer fluttered in the wind, and were dim in the dim bookshelves... It seemed that the original boundless grassland was just a dream.

Three figures stood in the dim bookshelves, silent like sculptures.

At this moment, a CD flickered slightly in Wen Renyou's palm:

-"Daydreamer" (USA), Ben Stiller, 2013.