Immortals, don't watch dramas

Chapter 2683 Is it a dream?

Black, very black.

My body felt very light and I couldn't feel the existence of my limbs, but my consciousness was clear and I felt like a broken kite falling at a high speed.

She wanted to struggle and stop this rootless floating state, but her consciousness and body seemed to be separated by some strange force, and she was unable to exert even the slightest bit of strength.

One can only fall endlessly in the extreme darkness.

Suddenly, a red light appeared in the darkness, like a burning spark in the ashes, bright and vivid.

The bewildered soul subconsciously stretched out its hand, wanting to hold on to the light and fire, but just as it was within reach, it turned into a streak of light and disappeared.

I am going to be swallowed up by the general meeting. Wake up. Wake up! !

"wake up!"

"Fufeng."

Ningxia suddenly woke up from the long darkness, still a little dazed, with a sense of vague emptiness.

The person outside called out again, and she suddenly realized what was happening. She quickly said "wait a moment" and sat up from the couch with her legs propped up.

Strangely enough, she actually fell asleep while sitting in meditation. It had been a long time since she had such a sound sleep since she formed the elixir.

What did you dream about?

Ningxia was a little absent-minded. She lowered her head and stroked the ring on her finger. The dark amber ring stone could faintly see the golden light flowing through it, which made her feel vaguely familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

Then she quickly realized that she had left the visitor outside the door for a long time, so she quickly put on her coat, tidied her appearance, and ran to open the door.

When she pushed open the door, people outside the yard had been waiting for a while.

"Sorry, why are you here?" The female cultivator seemed to be surprised, as if she was not expecting someone to come.

"I went out to do something, and on my way back I met Doctor Ming. He happened to have something to do and couldn't come, so he asked me to come."

Ningxia:.

As soon as she heard it, she knew what had happened. A few days ago, Ming Mo came back from his travels and told her that he had brought her some rare spiritual materials, but he was held up by something and did not come back that day, saying that he would come in two days.

Two days later, when he was almost at the door, he disappeared without a trace for some reason. This guy is getting more and more erratic and unreliable.

"I've told him not to worry. I'm here and I won't run away. If it doesn't work today, what if he comes later? He's really something. He even asked you to come here specially." Ningxia stroked his forehead.

"You are so polite. If I remember correctly, I am your brother?" the young man said leisurely.

The female cultivator was so humble. Then she replied with less confidence: "You are always very busy. You have to worry about the people in this mountain. I can't help you. But I can't cause trouble for you."

Ningxia finally realized that it would have been better if she hadn't said this, because once she said it, it sounded a bit like a complaint. Obviously, that wasn't what she meant, she just thought that Lan Lan, the master of the mountain, didn't need to worry about such a small matter.

But at that moment just now, the inexplicable irritation that surged in her heart made her blurt out and confide in the person who could be said to be the most dependent on her in her heart.

Hearing this, the young man, who was still smiling slightly, straightened his lips and asked, "Are you worried about something?"

Ningxia looked down at the ring on her right hand, and vaguely recalled an image from her dream not long ago, which was hazy and indistinct but had an unprecedented clarity. "I—" the female cultivator started to speak and then paused: "I had a dream last night."

The wind suddenly stopped, and the sunlight shining on my body lost its vitality in an instant. The space seemed to be frozen in an instant - empty and desolate.

After a long time, Ningxia heard the other party sigh softly: "It was a dream." It was a dream.

The female cultivator opened her mouth and was about to say something, but was suddenly patted on the head: "Shh."

Ok?

"Like a dream, like an illusion, everything is ultimately empty; don't talk about the things in the dream, or you will wake up the dreamer."

"I have been here all the time."

Ningxia frowned as she listened and looked towards Lan Lan, only to find that her face was blurry and her figure was faint, having been obscured by a thick fog of unknown origin behind her. She hurriedly chased after her but could only see nothingness.

Dream, huh?

The female cultivator in the mist looked down at her turned hand, and there was nothing at the fingertips of her right hand.

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"Fufeng, Fufeng? Hey, are you listening to me? Why are you distracted today?" After observing the expression on the female cultivator opposite him, Ming Mo raised his voice slightly, then pushed the teacup in front of her and said in confusion.

".I'm listening." Ningxia glanced at the other person, picked up the teacup handed to him by the other person without hesitation, and drank it all.

"Then why do you still look so bored? Am I really that boring? Are you still angry about what happened the day before yesterday?"

".I really had something to do that day. I was about to arrive at your courtyard, and Master Qu Shan called me over urgently. You know he rarely does this, and I couldn't just leave him there. Besides, I asked my junior brother to tell me as soon as I got the news."

"Hey, don't be angry. At worst, I'll give you twice as much materials next time I go out! I'll definitely bring them to you personally then, okay?" Ming Mo promised with a guilty conscience.

What he feared most was when this junior sister got angry. In his impression, Ningxia had a mild temper, was modest and peaceful, and what was even more rare was her honest and sincere heart. She was a rare transparent person on this mountain. All the senior brothers and sisters above them liked her very much.

Although she is easy-going and doesn't get angry easily, she is actually quite serious by nature. If you piss her off, she will probably stay angry for a long time.

What this guy likes most is to sulk. He is depressed, angry, and suffocated. In the end, he will get sick. It's scary. Ming Mo doesn't want to see this guy torment himself.

Unexpectedly, Ningxia shook her head after hearing this: "No, what are you thinking? Am I such a petty person? If I was really angry about such a small thing, I would not let you enter the courtyard today, you--" The female cultivator glanced at the other party halfway through her words. Although she was not really angry and the matter had passed long ago, this guy did stand her up three times. If he dared to stand her up for the "fourth time" today, she would be really angry.

"——Then tell me why you look so unhappy? Come on, cheer up. The Jichen meeting will be held in a few days. Those who are scattered outside, floating around, and missing should all come back. You probably don't want them to chase you and ask you what's going on, right?"

Ningxia didn't know whether she had heard it or not. The two of them were silent for a while, and then each of them had a cup of tea.

It took a while before the female cultivator opened her mouth and asked a completely unrelated question: "Hua Chang, tell me - am I dreaming now?"

Ming Mo: Huh?!

Is this the conclusion you came to after sitting here for so long? No wonder you are so dazed and look like you are in a dream. You have been dozing off for so long and think you are dreaming, huh? !