Dragon Gate Swordsman

But from another perspective, it was impossible for the Gods to close the city gates at that time, and if such a dangerous guy started killing people in the city, it would probably not be much better than a situation where all the monsters came out and the murderous aura was everywhere...

"Forget it, let's not talk about this for now... What do you think of Chongxiao?"

"I'm too lazy to look."

Wu Ming frowned, "Everything should be done in moderation. The way you two are now is pretty good. He still owes you a request, so don't make things worse."

"Is it wrong to keep him to work for Dayan?"

"They may not all be from Da Yan, so why should you stay here? And what about this Xuanyuan Sword not being powerful enough?"

Ying Zhen suddenly felt very unhappy.

It wasn’t because of Chongxiao, but because he was annoyed that Wu Ming always spoke for him.

"...Which side are you on?"

"Stand by the Emperor!"

"I am the Son of Heaven!"

"That's why I'm reminding you not to do anything stupid!"

"How dare you! Aren't you afraid that I will punish you for disrespect?"

"Then I can just take away my official position and go home to continue my studies."

"you dare!"

Several imperial guards outside the study door looked at each other, their expressions somewhat helpless.

His Majesty and his "left-hand man" have started again... I really don't know where they get the energy from, they just quarrel for no reason.

And every time after a quarrel, His Majesty always looks refreshed.

If Wu Ming wasn't a tall and strong man and didn't look like a sissy, they might have really suspected something.

……

Looking at the little sugar man in his hand that looks 70% like himself, Ling really doesn't know what to say.

I thought Chongxiao had some bad intentions when he suddenly offered to buy me a gift, but he ended up saying that he had no money left and had to make do with it, and then he made a small candy man made of himself from a roadside stall...

Although I have never valued material things like money, this is much worse than what I brought to Longmen, right?

Is he playing hard to get? Or is he really not taking it seriously?

If it was before today, Ling would definitely think it was the latter without hesitation, but the scene when Chongxiao climbed up to the Wangxing Pavilion... seemed to have caused some changes.

Ling has been roaming this land for at least hundreds of years. During this period, he has naturally met many admirers and witnessed various tricks to please others more than once. He often uses illusions to conceal his true appearance, mainly to avoid this situation.

Even they themselves don't know how long they will live, but there is no sign of aging at all.

So...how can I stay with an ordinary person for my whole life?

Ling suddenly chuckled, thinking that today was really ridiculous. He would have such thoughts because of someone he had only known for more than half a month.

The way is:

The troubles of worldly affairs cause worries

The sun and the moon change and the hair turns white

Awakening from a long dream

Things are no longer the same, only sorrow remains

The helplessness and sadness of witnessing a close friend who was full of vigor and vitality die on his sickbed and then be buried under the loess is something I never want to experience again.

Besides... maybe Chongxiao was just casually imagining his true appearance, without any real meaning.

Ling leaned on the railing of Wangxing Pavilion again, reached out and picked up the wine jug that seemed to appear out of thin air.

Take a small sip and let the nectar flow into your stomach, then send the comfortable warmth back to your brain.

Not getting drunk is a sign of one's drinking quality; getting drunk by oneself is a sign of one's drinking ethics...If one drinks just to drink it without any feelings, then that would be too disrespectful to the Baihua Qinglu wine.

Although it was just a product of my spur of the moment idea more than ten years ago...

Fenglaiyi, which was facing Wangxing Pavilion from a distance, also became completely quiet at this moment. It must be that the guests inside had fallen asleep.

As for whether he would visit the beautiful dreamland, that was not something Ling could know.

But she could try to verify it.

"Let us talk freely in our dreams, Chongxiao..."

With a slight smile on his face, he slowly closed his eyes.

This time, it was not out of exploration, but pure curiosity... I was curious about whether the seemingly abrupt and offensive words and the little sugar man given to me were just coincidences, or had some other meaning.

If it is the latter, then it is best to cut off the feelings hidden in his heart as soon as possible to avoid embarrassment in the future.

As for how to do it, it depends on Ling's unique technique of entering dreams.

But unfortunately, Chongxiao didn't seem to be dreaming today... because when he entered the dream, he only saw the same scene as last time.

The huge dry tree growing in the desolate wasteland.

Dreams are not something that only exist when you are asleep at night... Once you have had the experience of dreaming, your thoughts will cycle back and forth in a unique way, secretly affecting your consciousness.

In recent years, there have been theories about the subconscious, inner self, and spiritual space. In fact, they are all closely related to dreams and are closely connected. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are various manifestations of deep consciousness.

Therefore, even if Chongxiao was sleeping soundly, Ling could still come here.

"This tree...what is Chongxiao thinking about?"

After standing there and observing for a while, Ling suddenly stepped forward and came under the tree.

There is not a single leaf, and the "fruits" shaped like water drops are densely packed and swaying gently on the branches with an imperceptible amplitude... But what is certain is that there is no wind or waves here, and there is no sign of any vibration.

Ling pondered for a long time, then stretched out his right hand and summoned his real personal belonging, a long staff with an empty lamp hanging on it, "Ask the Dream".

With a gentle wave, the four-clawed flying dragon that had caused Chongxiao to fight hard in his dream appeared under the tree, lowered its head respectfully, allowing Ling to stand on it, and came to the high branches.

Let’s take a look at what this “fruit” is.

Ling gently moved a palm-sized "fruit" and moved closer to take a closer look.

The outermost layer of the skin seems transparent, while the inner layer is ink-black with spots of varying sizes, just like the twinkling stars in the night sky, which is extremely beautiful.

I used a little force, but the "fruit" didn't move at all and there was no apparent change.

If one releases one's own power, perhaps one can sense the idea represented by this object... The more conspicuous yet special existences in dreams are often transformed by the relatively strong and important thoughts of the owners, and these "fruits" should be no exception.

But doing so would be tantamount to forcibly prying into Chongxiao's inner secrets.

In this regard, Ling Ziran has his own principles.

So she decided to let go of the "fruit" and go back to the distance to figure out the meaning of the tree.

at this time……

"Taoist priest?"

An unexpected greeting made Ling a little confused... Last time, she was accidentally discovered by Chongxiao, which caused a lot of misunderstandings. As a result, she was "caught" again this time...

However, Ling, who was about to go down, inadvertently failed to control his strength, causing him to come into contact with the "fruit" that had not yet been released.

In an instant, something strange happened!

The devastated wasteland, the dry giant trees, and even Chongxiao's figure disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Instead, there was nothingness... no, to be more precise, it was an endless space.

Up, down, left, right, front, and back, he could not sense any real objects except for the star-like twinkling points of light in the unknown distance, and a sphere right in front of him that was so huge that even the descendants of the year felt a little frightened.

Ling once stood on the peak of Mount Taihua to watch the rolling sea of ​​clouds. It was said that the height there was more than two thousand feet, but compared with the sphere he saw at this moment, it was nothing...

How big is this thing? A million feet? Ten million feet?

Before the completely stunned Ling could recover from his shock, a blazing golden light appeared behind him.

She turned her head and saw countless... landships?

But... how is this possible? Even Victoria's high-speed battleship can't move forward in this void where there is no gas!

Moreover, the hull and size of these warships...

He was shocked to find that the warships that were speeding towards him were all made of golden materials, and any one of them was as big as the core area of ​​the mobile city, or even larger!

What was even more terrifying was that among these warships, there appeared a slowly rotating ship that continuously released tremendous energy... It could no longer be called a warship, because its size seemed to have surpassed the mobile cities Ling had ever seen, and the giant mechanical structure on it could be vaguely seen.

Soon, the flying machines surrounding the giant battleship also came into Ling's field of vision.

They had a gorgeous streamlined shape, with crystal light flowing on the "wings" stretched out on both sides, and they flew forward at a rapid speed while emitting blazing energy from their tails. Even the fastest feathered beasts ever seen could not be compared with them.

She finally understood that this was an army...an army with incredibly high levels of technology.

But who are their enemies?

The answer is revealed instantly.

Suddenly, several violent explosions occurred on the terrifyingly large sphere, and then a terrifying object like a tentacle stretched out, which was capable of splitting the sky and the earth.

Countless black shadows separated from the tentacles and flew towards the golden fleet.

It was the ugliest creature ever seen in this life, as if it was made up of the limbs of various creatures. Even the most ferocious monsters and even the monsters that Yumen fought against could not compare to it.

They were flashing purple-black light all over, and were not afraid of the huge fleet at all, launching a charge from the front.

A fierce battle begins!

Light beams that tear apart everything, powerful energy cannons, terrifying explosions, dark shadows that corrode everything...everything in the field of vision makes Ling extremely shocked.

There is no doubt that any one of the two armies fighting each other can easily sweep across the countries of Terra, but is this just Zhongxiao's imagination, or...

Ling doesn't know and has no way to verify it.

The only thing she was sure of was that she was still in Chongxiao's dream, and it was impossible to determine what a person would "create" in a dream.

In dreams, some people will turn themselves into generals galloping on the battlefield, some will turn themselves into wealthy tycoons, and some will turn themselves into emperors with three thousand beauties in their harem... These will definitely not happen in reality.

While forcibly suppressing his emotions and thinking hard, Ling suddenly felt an irresistible surge in his heart...

fear!?

Ling, with his hands shaking, couldn't believe it. How could he be afraid when he showed no fear even when facing the remnant of 60-year-old consciousness in his mind?

However, she soon found the reason.

It was that sphere that was so huge that it was difficult to look directly at... This thing was collapsing and disintegrating, just like the fragile eggshell that a newborn feathered beast struggled to break when it saw the first ray of light.

Could it be that this sphere... is an egg?

Tentacles larger than mountains danced back and forth, completely crushing the "eggshell", and gradually revealing dark red eyes.

Ling was unable to accurately describe the horror of this eye, but he vaguely felt that it might be larger than the entire territory of Yan Country.

And there is more than one such eye...

What was strange was that when Ling looked at those eyes, an unprecedented cruelty and murderous intent suddenly emerged in his expression, and a desire to destroy everything surged in his heart.

She was horrified and wanted to suppress these things, but found that the effect was minimal... The state of mind that had been honed for thousands of years collapsed in the face of some invisible force, and she had no power to resist.

But just when Ling was about to lose himself, a light brighter than the sun burst out from behind the golden fleet!

I saw a giant sword that was strong enough to pierce through the stars appear in the void, and it shot towards the monster that had "broken out of the shell" with unparalleled momentum!

what happened?

Ling didn't know, because just as the giant sword was about to touch the monster, she instinctively turned around and saw Chongxiao's face.

"Master? Master Ling!?"

"Uh……"

When Ling came to his senses, he found that he seemed to have "returned" to the top floor of Wangxing Pavilion, but for some reason he was lying on the ground.

Or to be more precise, he was half lying on the ground, supported by Chongxiao... This guy had obviously just run over, and he was even wearing a set of pajamas...

As for the crazy emotion that almost made him lose control just now, it seemed to be just an illusion and had never actually appeared.

"Huh...Master Ling, what's wrong with you?"

Chongxiao breathed a sigh of relief and helped Ling stand up. "I was sleeping, and suddenly I had a dream that you seemed to be going crazy. Then I ran over and you were lying here unconscious."