When he came back to his senses, there was a familiar person standing in front of Bai Ya. Bai Sha was younger than he expected - younger than the last time he remembered seeing him. The old man was radiant and standing on a high platform.
The breeze blows on my face, and my white clothes flutter.
Bai Ya looked around. He was in a grotto, and the stone platform extending in front of him was the protrusion of the cliff. He walked forward, left the dark cave, and looked under the stone platform, only to see thick fog.
.
When did he come here? He couldn't remember. However, since he could see his old father whom he missed so much, he must be dreaming. As for why there was such a strange scene in the dream, maybe it was the same as before.
It’s related to the experience of going to the Divine Bird Temple.
"Why?"
He finally turned around and looked at his father, who was also standing on the edge of the stone platform. He had no expression, and the iron sword on his arm was still as clean as new. As before, his calm brows revealed an all-encompassing tolerance and a little bit of tolerance.
The only thing that can and can only intimidate Bai Ya is the vague severity.
"You came here to die." Bai Sha glanced at him lightly and continued to stare at the sea of clouds in the distance.
"It does sound like something my father would say." Bai Ya stared intently.
"Because this is your dream."
"I know."
Although he knew it was a dream, Bai Ya felt somewhat joyful about meeting again after a long separation. Even if this kind of weak emotion was wrapped in the cloak of illusion, it could still easily touch people's hearts. Perhaps it was those humble emotions that were hidden in the dream,
can be released freely. He can now cry, laugh, and make noises like a child, and no one will know. But he doesn't. His innate self-restraint does not allow him to lose his temper under any circumstances.
, even in a dream.
"I thought you would be happy." Baisha said.
"That's what I thought you thought." Bai Ya hesitated, "Probably..."
"Don't want to ask me anything? For example, why you came, where you are, and when you will go back."
Bai Ya remained silent. He kicked a small stone off the stone platform, and it fell quickly and disappeared into the mist.
"Does it make sense?" he finally said.
"Yes." Bai Sha said, "Dreams can make you think about problems from another perspective. Sometimes, you will make different discoveries."
"Okay. Then where are you? No...I don't even know if you old guy is still alive."
"No big or small." He scolded, just like the reality in Bai Ya's memory.
"I guess you came here for your mother, looking for the soul-returning incense. Otherwise, with your skills, the prison can trap you, but the road to here is full of flaws. I don't believe they can trap you. You must be willing.
You came. But the Gandharva said he had never seen you."
"You know that no god here can be trusted."
"Maybe. But I have no other way. Now, even the only treasure I got has been taken away. My intuition, including the intuition of those friends, tells us that none of these gods are good people."
"As a father, I am very happy that you can make friends. I thought that if you really want to be a lone ranger, you won't even ask for a wife. Until you die alone, there won't even be anyone to collect your body."
"Tch! I don't even think I can survive that..."
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Bai Sha suddenly punched him with his good hand. The force was so strong that he felt pain in his dream. His father was never polite when he attacked him. He suspected that it was someone sleeping next to him.
The touching little brother kicked him.
"Tell me, if you don't care about others, what would you think?"
"I would rather snatch away all their so-called treasures. I would like to see what they are worried about being coveted by outsiders. Since they are so wary, I will be sorry if I don't do anything bad. But those people
No, they will always be reasonable to everyone they see. I can't do anything to anyone."
"You really have your style, brat. However, it is not easy for you to be soberly aware of your own powerlessness. Indeed, not everyone likes to fight and kill as soon as they come up.
It doesn’t always solve the problem.”
"But the fastest -" Bai Ya spread his hands, "This is what you said."
"That's definitely not what I said, and you took it out of context."
"Okay, okay." He was a little impatient and couldn't complain to his father, so he changed the subject, "Then tell me, what should we do now? I really can't think of a way. I just like
If I were free and free, if it weren't for you, why would I have to live in such a miserable place?"
"You blame me again?" Bai Sha raised his hand again, Bai Ya shrank back, and the fist failed to fall after all.
"I'm really at my wits' end. I feel like this iron-eating beast is not a bad person, but he definitely knows a lot of things that he's hiding from us. But I've been favored, so it's hard to say anything. If you ask me, these people
It’s really too comfortable. If escaping from the world can solve the problem
Question, even the emperor can become a monk. I didn’t say it well, so I didn’t say it, but one day the trouble will come to them. You took me to so many places and saw so many things... If you don’t solve the trouble
You can’t hide the root cause for a lifetime.”
Bai Sha smiled. He raised his sword arm and carefully looked at the lines on it. After a long time, he said:
"You are right. Some people know how terrible war is. Once they have the chance to return to a peaceful life, they never want to be involved in any disputes. But you can never blame these people... You don't know what they have experienced.
What, and how they are struggling to survive. The tranquility and peace in front of you is so precious to them. Now that they have guarded their treasures, they naturally cannot give it away, just like those gods."
"I understand, I understand everything, it's just..."
"How can the eggs be completed when the nest is overturned?" Bai Sha suddenly smiled, like an eccentric old child, "When the time comes, the fish in the pond will jump twice."
Even this smile is similar to his memory. Whenever his father comes up with some sneaky and bad ideas, he will always show this expression. Sometimes Bai Ya feels that he is much more mature than his father. However, his weird ideas are still there
It works most of the time. Taking advantage of the sword is a skill, and Bai Ya knows that he is far behind, but he has never been willing to learn such "evil ways".
"Okay, now that you're still missing arms and legs, I'm relieved as a father." Baisha stretched and turned towards him, with his back to the cliff, "I'll take a step first and see you another day. As for you
Well... let’s take it one step at a time.”
"……father?"
As soon as Bai Sha finished speaking, Bai Ya had a bad premonition. He saw the father suddenly leaning back and falling from the cliff. His heart tightened, and he rushed forward and looked down.
, but only saw a vast expanse of white.
He woke up.
"Oh, that's strange." Qi Huan had just changed his clothes and was folding the quilt, "Young Master Bai got up so early."
Looking around, there was pale dawn light outside the window, and half of Mingming's legs in the room were pressed on his thighs. His legs were numb, and he felt a sting when he opened them. Liu Shenghan is not here, he should have gone downstairs.
After washing, Jun Aoyan did not wake up. He ignored the discomfort in his legs and patted Aoyan hard twice through the thin quilt.
"...Ah, what are you doing?"
Jun Aoyan squirmed twice and struggled to hold up half of her body. She then complained: "We are not fighting, and we don't get up so early for the march..."
"Are you lying in bed in the team? Get up!" Bai Ya pulled off her quilt, "Let me ask you, did you dream of anything last night? Did you see your father?"
"No...why are you so nervous so early in the morning?"
Jun Aoyan didn't open her eyes, and her hair was not tied up. She looked like a sleepy "crazy woman". But when she understood the meaning of Lao Bai's words, she suddenly opened her eyes wide and lost all sleep.
"Did you dream about it?"
"You really don't?"
The two of them looked at each other for a while, somewhat confused. Bai Ya saw the two candles beside his pillow and quickly picked them up to look at them. The two candles were only burned an inch, and they almost touched the head of the word "jun".
, there was still a lot left. He picked up the candle and looked at it repeatedly
Bi, couldn't see anything wrong. He put his nose up and sniffed again, but couldn't find any clues. Some different essential oils were added to the two candles, leaving only the aroma. One looked like sugarcane.
A delicious dessert, one that looks like the leftover fruit residue from wine making.
"Maybe it's just a coincidence."
Qi Huan put the folded quilt aside and started to wake Mingming up. The child was obviously awake, but he insisted on staying in bed, hugging the quilt and refusing to let go or open his eyes. Regarding Qi Huan's statement, Bai Ya
There is no denying it. Maybe he is right, after all, they talked for so long last night. As the saying goes, what you think about every day is what you dream about at night.
It gradually became noisy outside the window. The villagers were probably awake, and many people came to the street. The rooster's crow only lasted for a while and then stopped abruptly. Jun Aoyan combed her hair beside the bed and looked out the window.
For some reason, a kind of uneasiness filled the air.
"I don't feel right."
"I think so too." Qi Huan finally woke Mingming up and was urging him to wash up, "By the way, where is Xue Mo?"
"Where did Liu Shenghan go?" Bai Ya asked after what he said.
Qi Huan told him that Liu Shenghan was nowhere to be seen when she woke up in the morning, but her quilt had not been folded yet, so she had just opened it hastily, but it was cold to the touch. Maybe it was Xue Mo who suddenly came up, something was wrong.
Looking for her, they haven't come back yet.
But the people downstairs were obviously very noisy, and more and more villagers gathered under Xuemo's bamboo house, which made Aoyan feel uneasy. She said she wanted to go downstairs to find Xuemo, and she was about to leave the window just now.
Suddenly I saw two people in the crowd walking this way. Rather than walking, it was better to say "squeezing". The first one was Xue.
Mo and Liu Shenghan followed closely. Although the villagers gave way to Xue Mo, they looked unkind to Liu Shenghan. Someone looked into the window and met Jun Aoyan's eyes. The eyes were not friendly, which made
She felt a little cold. When she came to the bamboo house, an old man stopped Xue Mo and wanted to say something. He just waved his hand and said:
"I know. I'll just tell you."
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