A real dream, with blue sky and white clouds, flowers everywhere, and colorful butterflies dancing here, so free.
Here they have endless flower dew, no natural enemies, a suitable climate, freedom, and can fly freely. This is the life that every butterfly yearns for.
But at this moment, a certain dancing butterfly suddenly stopped.
"Carefree, carefree, and really a comfortable life. It's a pity that this is what butterflies like, not what I like."
The silent consciousness revived, and a flash of light appeared in the eyes of the butterfly. He was sleepless.
"It turns out that I have been wandering in this dream for ten years? I have a dream every ten years, and I am ignorant. Sometimes dreams are far easier to sink than nightmares."
After regaining consciousness, the world is completely different after sleeplessness.
The sky is still the same sky, flowers and butterflies still exist, but disharmonious factors still appear after all.
When a monk enters a real dream, he will naturally become a part of the dream. The monk needs to keep himself awake and find out the flaws in the dream to break the dream.
Although real dreams are labeled as real, fake ones are still fake after all, and they will always be inconsistent with reality. This is the key for monks to break through dreams.
But this dream is different. It does not contain any danger, and everything is extremely ordinary and simple, but it is because of this that it is perfectly close to reality.
When it first came to this dreamland, it transformed into a butterfly, and its sleepless consciousness was still very clear. It wanted to find the flaw in this dreamland, but it could not find it. Instead, it unknowingly immersed itself in this carefree and carefree world.
days.
The result was that he truly became a butterfly, his consciousness fell silent, and he wandered unconsciously in this dreamland for ten years. If he did not wake up today, this process would continue until his life span was exhausted. "Although the life of a butterfly is beautiful, it is not what I yearn for after all. I don't want to ask for such carefree and free life."
His mind fluctuated, he completely recovered, and Wu Mian reappeared as a human from a butterfly.
It was at this moment that the originally peaceful dream suddenly became turbulent. Seeing such a scene, a strange color flashed in Wu Mian's eyes.
"It seems that my efforts have not been in vain. To a certain extent, this dream has no explanation, because these butterflies in this world are real, and they have moved from illusion to reality because of some kind of power." p>
"Since it is real, the so-called vulnerability has become a joke. The only way to solve this dream is to create a little unreality in reality."
With thoughts swirling in his heart, Wu Mian tried his best to bloom his aura.
When he first entered this dreamland, Wumian didn't notice anything wrong, but later he vaguely noticed a clue with his talent and magical powers.
After thinking about it again and again, Wu Mian even considered giving up on this dream, but his intuition told him that if he gave up on this dream now, he would probably regret it later.
So he chose to indulge and let himself sink into this butterfly dream, and this dream lasted for ten years. However, it was not that he did nothing in these ten years. With the backup skills he had left before, and with the help of his natural magical powers, such as
It was like a dream, and it took him ten years to truly become a part of this dream, rather than a mere outsider.
Under such circumstances, the moment he woke up, the originally perfect dream was no longer perfect.
Of course, even if ordinary people know this kind of cracking method, they may not be able to do it, or even dare to do it, because they do not have innate magical powers like Wu Mian. Once they try, they will most likely sink and never wake up from their sweet dreams.
A real butterfly.
Hum, as Wumian's Qi blossomed, the dream was distorted, losing its true essence, returning to illusion, and suddenly shattered. But at this moment, Wumian's expression suddenly changed, because he suddenly discovered that after this dream was broken, this real dream
It didn’t just disappear.
"A dream within a dream?"
Appearing in a new world, looking at the small bridge, flowing water and bamboo huts in front of him, Wumian had a look of surprise on his face. This was different from what he had originally expected. The most terrifying thing was that at this moment, he couldn't tell the difference between the reality and the illusion here.
, it seems to be constantly wandering between reality and fantasy.
It was at this time that a peaceful voice suddenly came from the bamboo house.
"My little friend, you're here, so come in and have a seat."
The invisible wind blew, the courtyard door opened, the bamboo curtain was blown up, and Wumian vaguely saw a figure.
After hearing this, thoughts started to swirl in his mind, and Wumian walked in calmly.
The moment he stepped into the yard, Wumian finally saw the figure clearly. He was about thirty or forty years old, with deep and clear eyes, the marks left after years of baptism. He had a very long beard and an ordinary appearance.
, but his whole body exudes a refined aura, as modest as a gentleman, and he is wearing a very retro Taoist robe, and his aura is not obvious.
"Junior Wu Mian has seen the senior."
Knowing that the other party is not easy, maintaining enough humility, Wu Mian bowed and bowed.
More than ten years later, his stature has grown again. At this time, he is as graceful as a young man, with handsome appearance, soft eyebrows, cold temperament, and skin as white as jade, making it difficult to distinguish male and female.
"My little friend, you don't have to be like this, Pandao Nanhuazi, it is fate between you and me that you are here. Please sit down!"
Waving his sleeves, the figure made a gesture of invitation.
Seeing such a scene, Wu Mian sat down opposite Nan Huazi without much hesitation.
"A poor man has had a dream for eternity, but he wonders where it will be today?"
Pulling up his sleeves, he brewed a cup of tea and brought it to Wu Mian. Nan Huazi asked.
"Reporting back to my predecessors, it is now the tenth era."
With calm words, Wu Mian gave the answer.
Hearing this, Nan Huazi frowned slightly.
"Is it already the tenth era? Is Emperor Ying still in power?"
With his thoughts floating around, Nan Huazi asked another question.
After hearing this, he remained calm and did not make any unnecessary guesses. Wumian shook his head.
"It is rumored that Emperor Ying fell in the ninth era. It is difficult to determine whether it is true or not, but the Great Ying Emperor dynasty he established did collapse at that time."
Without hiding anything, Wumian told what he knew.
Hearing this, Nan Huazi was slightly startled.
"I didn't expect that the invincible Emperor Ying would also die. It seems that he failed in the end."
"How difficult it is to live forever!"
He sighed endlessly. For a moment, Nan Huazi didn't know whether he was lamenting the fall of Emperor Ying or lamenting his own path. Everyone in the world longs for immortality, and immortal cultivators are no exception, but there are only a handful of people who can actually get it.
Even Emperor Ying, who once suppressed an era and was invincible, could not do it.