Chapter 386: Like a Dream, Not a Dream, When Will You Wake Up?
Tears fell down his cheeks, Ziqin leaned on the ground, not even having the strength to stand up.
He hadn't seen that face for a long time, and he couldn't remember it. Among these countless worlds, some he stayed in for several years, and some he experienced thousands of times. He played different people and traveled through different worlds. He even almost forgot who his original name was.
What.
He could hardly remember what his family looked like, and he didn't even dare to think about what his daughter looked like.
He was afraid that he could not help but become weak, and his experience destined weakness to be death.
However, at this time, he finally saw his original face again and once again felt the hope of returning home.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but he stood up slowly, with Qixing Longyuan still in his hand. He looked around carefully. At this time, it was not the time to cry.
I still don’t know how to do it when I get home.
He looked around. This is the place where the worlds meet. Taking a step here may be another space, another world.
However, without coordinates, Ziqin did not dare to walk casually, otherwise he would probably sink into thousands of worlds and never find his way back.
In his mind, the system was still silent, and vaguely, Ziqin could even feel that the system seemed to have disappeared.
He carefully explored his senses, and immediately, a hint of surprise appeared on his face.
That perception actually travels through space and time, traveling from world to world.
When did this perception become so magical?
Ziqin was confused. With his current perception, he could explore the entire world in an instant in any martial arts world.
If he had already had this kind of perception, then any martial arts world would be a plot-filled world for him.
"Xiao Linzi, is that you?"
Suddenly, a female voice sounded in his mind, and Ziqin trembled slightly. This female voice was Yue Lingshan's voice.
That smiling and proud world had long since stopped him from being able to travel through the system because of his arrogance. At this time, he once again sensed the existence of this world.
Suddenly, Ziqin felt relaxed.
These worlds really do exist.
Yue Lingshan is still alive.
I think Linghu Chong will take good care of her. Without Lin Pingzhi, I think Yue Lingshan will be happier.
Perception continued to explore, and suddenly, I touched a touch of warmth.
That's music, it's a harp, it's a piano, its sound is also sad, and its sound is also generous.
He is proud and proud, and no one needs to remember him for a long time.
There is only the word "brother", so why cherish this mere person.
Gao Jianli.
Ziqin's hand clenched tightly, and he could tell what was going on at this moment without having to sense it directly. Gao Jianli finally took that step to avenge Jing Ke and assassinate Qin.
Ziqin's footsteps moved slightly, wanting to enter that world and help Gao Jianli take revenge.
However, just as his feet moved, the music had already changed its tune, and all the music only expressed two words.
"go home."
With just two words, Ziqin's steps froze. Yes, go home. There is no system. Once he sets foot in other worlds, he may never be able to come back.
The music stopped, the crowds roared, and the sky was full of blood.
The hesitation was only short-lived, but Gao Jianli had already completed the final stretch, and everything disappeared and returned to nothing.
Ziqin's hands clenched tightly, and he couldn't help but want to shout loudly, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out.
"master."
"Brother Li."
Suddenly, another feeling came, but it was two greetings, namely Feng Xinglie and Lang Fanyun.
Ziqin's eyes had calmed down. He had experienced too much and felt too much, but he would never be touched again.
Thousands of worlds are spinning in front of your eyes, and you can explore, search, and find your way home more quickly.
"Damn it, flash."
Suddenly, Bai Mei's voice sounded, and Ziqin seemed to have returned to the world of Tianlong. The voices of Bai Mei, Li Qiu Shui, Wu Yazi, and Zhang Yuan rang in his ears one by one.
When his senses reached him, Ziqin's eyes suddenly widened.
Outside Juxian Manor, large numbers of mysterious figures were gathering to besiege him.
These people seemed to form some kind of formation, and countless strange patterns appeared from time to time outside Juxian Manor, like ghosts, fairy worlds, monsters, or myths.
Although Bai Mei and others are tyrannical, they are already exhausted and will die before their eyes.
Ziqin still had feelings for Baimei, but he couldn't help it at the moment.
However, just when he was about to take a step, a voice already sounded in his mind.
"One step ups and downs, but it's a lifetime choice. Have you really made your choice?"
This voice was extremely calm, with a kind of otherworldly leisureliness, and Ziqin was suddenly stunned.
A faint white light appeared, and a figure appeared in front of Ziqin. It was an old man wearing a robe, with an extremely kind expression, giving him the impression of an immortal.
"Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, and butterflies dreamed of Zhuang Zhou. All these are illusions. Don't be fooled by what you see."
The figure continued to speak.
Ziqin's eyes cleared up slightly, and he suddenly seemed to realize something.
"This is a dream, you are a dream, and it is also my dream, but..."
Ziqin's tone was extremely nervous. He looked at the person in front of him, who nodded slowly.
The art of dream butterfly.
A smile appeared on the corner of Ziqin's mouth, and he sensed to explore Tianlong's world again, only to see many weirdos besieging Juxian Village.
In the world of Tianlong, wars were raging around the Song Dynasty.
Dali has fallen, and a group of Han people are standing in the Dali Palace. Xixia has also had a military horse holding a huge "Ming" flag to attack the palace. The same thing happened in the Sixteenth Prefecture of Yanyun.
Only war can make a nation rise.
Ziqin smiled casually, and suddenly turned his head to look at the old man again.
"Have you not had enough dreams? After all these years, you are no longer here."
Despite his indifferent words, the old man's expression changed slightly, and then he smiled bitterly.
"It's been a dream for a thousand years. The dream is still there, but I'm no longer here. I'm sorry. In the dream of a thousand years, I couldn't let go of some things, so I changed some things with the help of your hands."
A trace of nostalgia flashed across the old man's face, and then he smiled, very softly, and his figure slowly disappeared with a smile.
In a certain hospital in City S, Ziqin suddenly sat up.
His eyes were still a little confused, but he was already looking around. This was a ward with three beds. At this time, there was a nurse on the bed next to him giving the patient another IV drip, while the bed by the window was empty.
Looking out the window, you can see countless buildings rising into the sky in China's largest city.
This is indeed a dream.
Ziqin shook his head and smiled, then stood up and wanted to go out to see who sent him to the hospital.
Just as his feet landed, a voice came.
"Why did you stand up?"
This was an extremely familiar voice. Ziqin couldn't help but look up and was immediately stunned.
This man has a pair of extremely bright eyes, and he seems to be smiling no matter where he is. What is even more amazing is that this man has a pair of extremely symmetrical beards, which look almost like his eyebrows. If you don’t look carefully,
It will make people think that this person has four eyebrows.
"Lu Xiaofeng."
Ziqin shouted almost subconsciously.
"You kid, are you serious? I also think that I am an unparalleled ancestor in the world. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to practice the phoenix dance for nine days."
The man sat down on the edge of Ziqin's hospital bed and started yelling dissatisfied.
"By the way, that guy from Ximen has made an appointment with Xiao Yezi for a sword duel at the Oriental Pearl Tower next week. If you have nothing to do, hurry home and pick up your wife and daughter. Don't miss the shocking battle between these two sword madmen."
The guy who looked like Lu Xiaofeng kept talking, but Ziqin was already stunned.
At this time, Ziqin felt that this seemingly real world was even more unacceptable to him than the time-traveled world.
He suddenly remembered something and reached out to touch the pillow. A cold and familiar feeling appeared in the palm of his hand. He raised it casually and a long sword was immediately pulled out by him.
Looking at the long sword in his hand, Ziqin felt dumbfounded. He even wanted to slap himself twice to see if he was still dreaming.
However, he immediately gave up. With Zhuang Zhou's Dream Butterfly Technique, let alone two slaps, he could not escape with two swords.
Dream butterfly.
Ziqin's senses came out and he slowly began to investigate. His face slowly showed bitterness. This was indeed the world he was in before, the real world.
Suddenly, something familiar came to my mind, and the scene at the hospital gate appeared in my mind.
A young woman slowly walked in from the gate with a baby girl in her arms.
Ziqin's eyes flashed with excitement, he quickly put on his shoes and rushed out of the ward.
