It is a tall, solid, and odd school with strict board construction but no entrance and only one small window.
A little girl who was mixed in a group of children and was as insensitive and dull as the tool man in the dream.
He actually resisted!
He also beat him up.
At this moment, Zhao Rong was a little stunned.
And this was still in his lucid dream, which was really outrageous.
Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide and looked at the expressionless little girl in front of him.
Well, it's probably Yu Huaijin.
This feeling of being beaten, this slender little expression, these serious movements.
However, forget it if you do this during the day. After all, sometimes Qingjun is not here, and it is not in the calligraphy class. My young master, who is in the realm of ascending to heaven, cannot suppress you.
It's just that in my dream at night, you dared to be so aggressive...well, didn't you just pinch your little face?
Zhao Rong had itchy teeth.
Prepare to let her see the power of the dream master to do whatever he wants, hang her up and beat her in various positions he knows.
But in the next second, Zhao Rong frowned, remembering that this dream was a bit weird, and it didn't look like he could create it alone.
Because of these strange scenery and the vague and inexplicable images behind them.
They don't seem to suit him.
There are thoughts in the day and dreams in the night, not to mention some of the water of the heart lake hidden under the ripples of the surface of the heart lake.
These are the nourishment of dreams.
Just like at this moment, the pain coming from Zhao Rong's palm was very familiar to him.
As soon as I thought about it, I remembered that this was exactly the same as the feeling I had when I was hit by a blackboard when I was playing piano in extra lessons a few days ago.
Past experiences are the nourishment of dreams.
The characters, sounds, and touches are all the same.
Well, the feeling when I pinched the little girl’s face just now was the same as when I pinched Qian’s child during the day...
But now this weird dream of a weird landscape and ink painting is a little crooked, and it doesn't look like it grew out of his 'nourishment'.
A familiar and easy-to-understand saying is...'This kid doesn't look like me'.
Zhao Rong decided that it would be better to be cautious and not fight back yet.
At this moment, he was secretly vigilant and silently stared at the little girl in front of him who was suspected to be Yu Huaijin.
The latter is also looking at him.
The two looked at each other.
It's just that the facial expressions composed of ink and wash are a bit blurry. Only the outline of the nose and eyes can be seen, and some small expressions are difficult to capture.
But Zhao Rong knew without thinking that she must have a straight face.
But this Yu Huaijin...
Is it alive?
Was she in the same dream as him, or was it Zhao Rong who broke into her dream?
Zhao Rong did not withdraw his hand for a moment.
Instead, he looked around and found that no one seemed to notice this place.
Just like before, the tall and thin old master was still standing on the podium with his back straight. The other children and students under the stage were all lowering their heads and reading seriously.
He probed: "Yu, Yu Huaijin? Brother Huaijin?"
The little girl in the corner remained motionless, facing Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong said in a friendly tone, "What a coincidence, you are here too, I am Ziyu."
After a pause, seeing that she still didn't move, he glanced at the hand that was caught by her and said seriously:
"Ahem, I didn't expect Senior Yu to be so cute when she was a child. She looked very much like a childhood playmate I once knew. Ahem, I thought I was dreaming about her just now, so I just wanted to pinch my face..."
The little girl in the corner was quiet and motionless.
At a certain moment, she suddenly let go of her hand and turned her head back, not looking at Zhao Rong.
The little girl in the corner glanced at the tall and thin old master on the podium, and then lowered her head to read as if nothing had happened, just like the young students around her.
Zhao Rong frowned slightly and carefully looked at this strange little girl.
Is this Yu Huaijin alive or a tool in the dream?
Could it be that he is overthinking and is just the normal resistance of a tool man?
Thinking of this, Zhao Rong couldn't help it anymore.
His hand that had been beaten just now resumed its old duties, and quietly stretched out an index finger like an ink stick, approaching the face of the little girl in the corner, and suddenly paused.
Zhao Rong learned the lesson just now, grabbed a brush next to him, brought the tip of the brush close to her face, and poked her gently...
Click!
Whoosh!
boom!
There was a sudden spin, and Zhao Rong was thrown out of the classroom by someone from the window. He followed a parabolic trajectory and landed on the ground like a wild goose falling on the sand.
"…………"
Zhao Rong raised his hand and jumped up.
At that moment, before he could see anything clearly, he was thrown out.
Zhao Rong quickly ran to the school window and took a look inside.
What came into view was an extremely strange scene.
There was no one on the seat where the little girl in the corner had been sitting, and she had disappeared without a trace.
The tall and thin old master and the other twenty children and students were frozen like stone carvings, either standing or sitting in place.
Retain the posture and movements of the previous moment.
Zhao Rong raised his eyelids, then suddenly turned his head and looked elsewhere in the village.
I saw that the once busy village had become quiet.
All the villagers were just like the stone carvings in the school, frozen in place, motionless, like solidified ink.
The next second.
These solidified inks.
melted.
People, houses, trees, rocks.
All melted.
Ink drips.
Zhao Rong didn't have time to react.
The entire ink painting-like dreamland melts quickly like paraffin under the candlelight.
Fall apart.
But Zhao Rong didn't feel the hot heat that melted them, nor any sound.
Everything happens quietly and quietly.
Like silent death.
The ink poured down like a heavy rain.
The ground beneath his feet also melted.
The light that illuminated everything before and came from nowhere suddenly disappeared, like a room with the lights turned off.
Zhao Rong fell, face down, and below was an endless abyss.
Dark, dark.
Nothing can be seen.
have water.
Zhao Rong fell into the water silently.
No, it's not water, it's ink.
It is the ink after the entire world has melted.
Warm and dense, pour into your mouth and nose.
Suffocate, suffocate.
call----!
On the bed in the north room, Zhao Rong, who was face down and covered with quilts, jumped up suddenly.
Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide, turned over and sat on the bed, breathing heavily to breathe out the turbid air in his chest and lungs.
He looked around.
The room was quiet and dark, with only an oil lamp on the desk not far away emitting a hazy orange light, illuminating a small area around the desk.
The rest of the house was still gray.
The window was still shrouded in darkness.
Zhao Rong came back to his senses and his breathing gradually calmed down.
He supported the bed with one hand, rubbed his face with the other, looked at the lonely lamp in the room, and murmured softly.
"Ink... dream... Yu Huaijin... ink..."
…
The next morning.
Mochi Academy, Zhao Rong is taking a calligraphy class in Zhengyi Hall.
During the break, he found Gu Yiwu.
"Brother Gu, I want to ask you something."
Gu Yiwu looked at Zhao Rong with a serious expression and patted him on the shoulder.
"Brother Zhao, what's the emergency? Although, well, are they the rumors in the school recently? Hey, Brother Zhao doesn't need those. We students of Zhengyi Hall don't take those rumors seriously..."
"Wait a minute." Zhao Rong interrupted.
He frowned slightly and looked at Gu Yiwu, "Someone in the academy is talking about me behind my back? Oh, no matter what they say, boring, that's not what I asked."
Gu Yiwu touched the back of his head, "What's the matter with Brother Zhao?"
Zhao Rong pondered for a while, "A few days ago, yes, it was the day that Brother Gu and I met for the first time. In Mr. Zhu's Yilanxuan waiting room, several other seniors from the school were there. How could you
Do you remember?"
Gu Yiwu glanced at him and said seriously:
"Of course I remember. I still remember that day, before Brother Zhao entered the door, I felt something in my heart and cast my eyes towards the courtyard door. At that time, I just felt a sense in the dark that something extraordinary would happen next.
Extraordinary people appear."
His tone was sincere, he patted Zhao Rong on the shoulder and looked directly at him.
"I even feel that at that moment, the surrounding air is a little darker, waiting for the appearance of the person outside the door, and another shining debut. And the subsequent knock on the door, the next time I hear it, I will know who is coming.
He must be a very well-educated and gentle person. When I met him later, it turned out to be true! I was attracted by Brother Zhao’s heroic appearance at the first sight..."
Zhao Rong opened his mouth slightly to ask, then slowly closed it. He looked at the honest expression of the man in front of him and heard his endless words in his ears.
His face was expressionless.
As Gu Yiwu talked, he seemed to have noticed Zhao Rong's look, and his voice became quieter and quieter.
The air became quiet.
The two stared at each other, and the atmosphere gradually became awkward.
Gu Yiwu covered his mouth and coughed twice.
Zhao Rong looked at him with a calm expression, waiting for him to speak.
Can you speak? Just speak more.
Gu Yiwu felt that it was indeed a bit much. He turned away with some embarrassment and whispered: "So Brother Zhao, what I mean is that what happened at that time is still fresh in my memory."
Zhao Rong was silent for a while, nodded slightly, and suddenly said:
"At that time, the Ink Heart Zhu Guo that Senior Han of the Monastery took out, well, it should be called this. Brother Gu, do you remember it?"
Gu Yiwu was slightly startled, probably because he didn't expect him to ask about this.
"Of course I remember that the Ink Heart Zhu Guo is very interesting. Indeed, as Senior Li Wenyuan of Guangye Hall said, it can make people fall asleep at night and enter a dreamland like a landscape and ink painting."
He glanced at Zhao Rong's serious expression, didn't think much, and said with a smile:
"A few days ago, when I had nothing to do, I deliberately fell asleep for several nights in a row and played in this ink-like dream. It was really interesting. I even discovered that I could practice calligraphy and painting in this ink dream, killing two birds with one stone."
Zhao Rong listened quietly, thoughtfully.
Gu Yiwu shook his head.
"But after playing too much, it's really boring to be alone. I haven't been there for a while. I don't know if the miraculous effect of the red fruit has dissipated. However, Brother Li said that it should last for a long time. This thing
Strange."
Zhao Rong nodded slightly, thought for a while, and asked from the beginning.
"This ink-heart red fruit can make people fall asleep and enter a dreamland like a landscape painting?"
Gu Yiwu glanced at him and nodded in a daze, "Brother Zhao, don't you know? Oh, that's right. When Brother Li from Guangye Hall introduced this thing, you weren't here yet."
Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth and nodded slightly.
Do you know that you people from the mountains are so good at playing, and you have so many circles to go around when you eat a piece of fruit...
He just felt angry and wanted to eat some refreshing fruit. At that time, he thought that the 'spiritual fruit' they were sharing could increase his spiritual energy.
So Zhao Rong didn't care much about Han Wenfu's face. Everyone has it? I want it too.
He also had a prostitute for free.
Gu Yiwu smiled and explained:
"According to Mr. Li from Guangye Hall, this Mo Xin Zhu fruit is popular among the private circles among the scholars and hermits on Nanwangque Mountain. It is regarded as an elegant thing at private gatherings. After eating this fruit, you will hear
It is said that when the eater is asleep, he will enter a dreamland like a landscape painting..."
He told Zhao Rong in detail what he heard that day and what he later found out about.
Not long after.
Zhao Rong suddenly said again: "Brother Gu, are you sure that this landscape painting dream can only be entered by one person? You will not meet other fruit-eating people?"
As he finished speaking, he frowned slightly because he thought of Yu Huaijin.
At that time, she and he took away the only pair of ink-heart red fruits that Han Wenfu had.
Zhao Rong felt that only in this way could he explain why there were scenes and people he had never seen before in the strange ink dream last night.
So, this ink painting dream was created by me and that guy Yu Huaijin?
Sleeping in different beds?
However, before Zhao Rong had time to think more, Gu Yiwu spoke.
"Only one person."
He shook his head.
"For practitioners, dreams are inherently mysterious and abnormal, and they are related to the water of the mysterious inner lake."
Gu Yiwu said in a serious tone: "Not to mention exploring its mysteries, this should be the domain of senior monks. We young monks attach great importance to and protect it. How can we tolerate sharing a dream with others?
"
Zhao Rong's eyes narrowed and he nodded slightly.
The tall student of Justice Hall in front of him kept talking.
"Just imagine, the water of the Heart Lake involves our monks' thoughts and past memories. It contains countless secrets, and dreams are born with it as nourishment. If we dream with others...
"
"It can range from being glimpsed into private secrets, to severe... it can even affect the mind and thoughts, and even change the character of good or evil. The impact is too far-reaching. I heard that in the world of cultivation on the mountain, some powerful people have supernatural powers and can use dreams as a breakthrough to invade.
The water that dyes other people’s hearts.”
He shook his head slowly, looked at Zhao Rong, and took a breath.
"So we little monks at the foot of the mountain, it's better to sleep less. Well, there are so many things to do such as practicing, reading, and doing homework. If you have nothing to do, don't sleep. How can you sleep!"
Hearing Gu Yiwu's words, he suddenly became inspired, and Zhao Rong twitched the corners of his lips.
After Gu Yiwu made a joke, he patted Zhao Rong on the shoulder.
"Although that ink-heart red fruit is rare, it is not the kind of magical object that can make people dream together. Brother Zhao, don't think too much. By the way, did you also enter the landscape dream? How about it, is it interesting?
.”
Zhao Rong came back to his senses and chuckled: "It's okay. I didn't know about it before, so I thought it was something weird."
Gu Yiwu also laughed, but he suddenly asked: "Brother Zhao dreamed of other people?"
Zhao Rong paused.
Gu Yiwu looked at him quietly.
There was some silence between the two of them.
Zhao Rong smiled and nodded, "Indeed, I'll tell you the truth, I dreamed about Brother Gu. I must have thought about him often during the day."
Gu Yiwu suddenly got goosebumps, shuddered, and quickly let go.