The night wind flowing down from the Kela Mountain blew through this ancient mansion, filling the entire garden with the freshness of the deep mountains, making it comfortable and pleasant. The sunshine bursting out of the heads of the little mushrooms, one after another
It shattered and shed a piece of orange light, falling slantingly in the garden. Following the footsteps of the guests, it seemed to have created a golden corridor.
There were big-bellied fireflies flying out from the depths of the garden, chasing the golden light in the night. Their bellies bulged, leaving streaks of light of varying depths in the air.
The dark wizard who led the way did not greet the guests and led the way quietly. The guests followed him uneasily, thinking about his attitude when meeting the owner of the old house.
In the darkness, only the rustling of footsteps can be heard.
On the contrary, this shows the tranquility of the old house.
There is a pavilion, a rockery, a beautiful small garden, a pool, and phosphorescent swimming fish in the yard. It is not at all desolate as Zhang Jixin or Fatty Xin said, and Zheng Qing did not see the mouth they mentioned.
A well or a wet barrel next to a well.
The waiter did not take the guests into the house, but stopped at the front steps.
On the steps, there stood a tall figure, looking up at the deep night sky. Because the light was dim, Zheng Qing could only vaguely see that the figure was wearing a large cloak, not a hood, but a
There was a ring-shaped headdress woven with thorns, and there were a few creeping shadows swaying on the sharp parts of the headdress.
"Master, the guests have arrived." The dark-skinned male servant walked to the bottom of the steps, bowed slightly, and reported to the cloaked figure.
At this time, it would be inappropriate for Nikita to stand on behalf of everyone.
But Zheng Qing hasn't figured out what to say or how to greet people.
"Good evening, sir, excuse me." He stood up and greeted the owner of the old house. The embarrassment he imagined did not really appear, and even the uneasiness in his heart only lasted a few seconds.
Everyone, including the two banshees and the five hunters of the Exoneration Hunting Team, as well as Maodou, looked at the vague figure on the steps with vigilance and concentration. No one cared what Zheng Qing said. Everyone was more concerned about the old man.
What will the owner of the house say?
"Okay, very good." The figure still raised his head and stared at the starry sky, not paying attention to the politeness of the guests. His voice was a little vague and harmonious, as if four or five voices were speaking at the same time: "...the weather tonight
Yes, every star can be seen very clearly...especially Mars, which is particularly dazzling."
Mars is Mars, which represents disaster and war in astrology.
But can Mars also be seen in the dreamland? Zheng Qing raised his head, trying to find the familiar red star shadow above his head. But no matter how sore his eyes were, he could not find any trace of Mars. On the contrary, compared with the real world, here
The stars seemed to be extremely complicated. After just a few more glances, Zheng Qing felt a nauseating urge in his heart, forcing him to quickly retract his gaze.
But the withdrawal of sight does not mean the withdrawal of heart.
Xiao Xiao took the place of Zheng Qing and asked the doubts in his heart: "Can Mars also be seen in dreams? Is the mystical concept of Mars the same in this world as in reality?"
On the steps, the tall figure finally turned his gaze away from the starry sky and landed in his yard.
Zheng Qing finally saw clearly the appearance of the owner of the old house for the first time.
Different from the expected old and crazy appearance, the owner of the old house is surprisingly young. He looks to be in his early thirties, with curly hair, dark eyes, smooth skin, and a beautiful mustache on his chin.
But for some reason, Zheng Qing always felt that this beautiful appearance was like a delicate handicraft that would break if touched even slightly.
"Mars?" The owner of the old house was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, pointed at the starry sky and replied: "No, that is not Mars. In the starry sky in the dreamland, there are Mars, Yinghuo, and Mars. They look similar, but they are not the same.
star."
"Compared with the lonely real world, the starry sky in the dreamland is much more lively."
"This is a world of fantasy and dreams, so in this world, the power of consciousness and thoughts is particularly great. Many miracles that cannot be accomplished by magic can be accomplished with thoughts - such as hope, such as health, and such as immortality."
"It is precisely because the power of fantasy is too strong that the starry sky in different impressions of human beings in reality will appear in the sky of fantasy and dreams at the same time. Everyone has their own starry sky in the heart of their hearts, and everyone's starry sky will be in the sky of fantasy and dreamland.
Leave a shadow.”
"Some shadows are very light, and even the greatest wizard can hardly see its appearance; some shadows are very thick, as if they have turned into real stars... Those shadows that are thick are the result of the overlapping of many shadows."
"The more consensus there is, the clearer and brighter the stars are."
"The clearer the consensus, the more consistent the conclusion of mysticism will be reflected... As I mentioned before, in this world, the power of consciousness is very powerful, and mysticism is precisely the richest crystallization of the stream of consciousness."
The harmonies of different shades echoed throughout the small courtyard. Zheng Qing listened intoxicatedly. He felt that he had never been so close to the reality of the dreamland. Every moment, even every second, he could learn from the words of the owner of the house.
Gained countless valuable knowledge.
He had read in the past that when the great wizards of ancient times preached, the sky would be filled with flowers and golden lotuses would appear on the ground. He had never understood what kind of state that was. But at this moment, he seemed to have caught some shadow of that state.
It is the feeling of countless knowledge flooding into your mind, making you dazzled.
It was the stomach that had been hungry for a long time and writhed crazily after seeing a table full of exquisite dishes.
Squirming?
When this word came to mind, Zheng Qing felt as if he saw some wriggling shadows in the corner of his eye, just at the edge of the brightest starlight. He subconsciously raised the muzzle of his gun and fired at the brilliant starry sky.
gun.
boom!
The light blue talisman bullet rushed out of the muzzle and disappeared into the starry sky like a breeze. Zheng Qing regretted the moment he fired, fearing that he had offended the old owner of the house.
But the second moment after the shooting, he felt extremely lucky and scared.
Because after the gunshot, everything in his sight began to shatter, like a broken mirror. What disappeared from Zheng Qing’s sight was not only the brilliant starry sky, but also the beautiful and quiet courtyard under the starry sky.
There is a dark-skinned servant inside, and a tall old house owner in front of the servant.
boom!
The dull sound of gunshots echoed in everyone's hearts, waking up the intoxicated guests.
Zheng Qing opened his eyes and saw the dilapidated courtyard mentioned by Fatty Xin and Zhang Jixin, the small vegetable garden covered with weeds, the wide stone gaps on the wall and the wisteria climbing along the stone gaps.
He and Wild Rose also saw the desolate well and the wooden barrel dumped beside the well.
The barrel was still wet, maybe it was wet from the night dew.
This chapter has been completed!