gate of eternity

Today's Zhao Zilong also bears the power of destiny.

All the way home, this kid helped him train his remnant soul a lot.

In summary.

This is his nobleman.

Chapter 250, Seven, The Second Dream

Zhao Yun hid in the mountains and forests, and sat there for three or two days.

The clone is very dedicated and conscientiously guards the master.

Few people come here in the starry sky, and sometimes there are one or two monks, who pass by like fairy light, no one realizes that this ancient star hides people, even if they do, no one has the leisure to stroll in.

call!

I don't know when, I heard that Yun Cangzi woke up.

Reflecting the dim starlight, his remnant soul was shining brightly. Because of Juechen's destiny, his remnant soul was enveloped in a strange halo, which was protecting and nourishing, and his condition was getting better all the time.

Zhao Yun has not yet woken up, but his wounds have recovered.

Yun Cangzi floated out his wrist, and looked around him again and again.

This kid is a great talent. Although his cultivation is not worthy of the power of the Holy Master, his courage and talent are beyond the reach of ordinary people. If he grows up, he will surely surpass the immortal.

Suddenly, there was a ray of breeze blowing.

Yun Cangzi's remnant soul swayed, and Zhao Yun also swayed.

After shaking for a few times, he fell to the ground slowly. Perhaps he was too tired and fell into a deep sleep. Seeing Yun Cangzi floating around, "Don't sleep here! Get up and continue on your way!"

Zhao Yun didn't respond, and slept very peacefully.

Long Yuan left the Eternal Realm, and there were Xianlei and Huntianhuo.

They stood by Zhao Yun's side, guarding against someone as if guarding against a thief.

"I've been through life and death, and this... makes me very sad." Yun Cangzi said, that's right, he is that so-and-so, and he is the one who is guarding against this soldier, fire and lightning.

"Be honest."

"Stop chirping and crooking."

Long Yuan's sword hummed and trembled, oil and salt would not enter at the critical moment.

Xian Lei was restless, stared at by Yun Cangzi's remnant soul.

It's not that they don't believe in this old man, it's that his master is really intoxicated. If this guy wants to seize the house, wouldn't it be embarrassing, and so on, it's necessary for them to take good care of this remnant soul.

"If this was 800 years ago, the three of you would have died in the morning."

Yun Cangzi cursed for a while, but returned his wrist.

Even if the Immortal King did this, he could only think of scolding his mother.

puff!

Just as he was speaking, a clone of Mr. Zhao's sentry disappeared.

Then came the second way, the third way...all of them were destroyed one by one.

It wasn't that they dissipated on their own initiative. The problem came from the deity himself. He seemed to be in a state of indulgence without clear consciousness. It's no wonder that Long Yuan, Xian Lei and Huntian Huo ran out to protect the master.

"Having this weapon... I am very relieved."

Yun Cangzi spoke with sincerity and sincerity, so he was really honest.

Looking at the sleeping Mr. Zhao, his eyebrows frowned slightly.

He only felt that his consciousness was erratic, and his whole body seemed to be suspended in mid-air.

He opened his eyes again, and saw a familiar place: Tianzong Purple Bamboo Peak.

Dream?

Zhao Yun muttered, subconsciously looking around.

He had been to Zizhufeng in the dream once, there was no one else, only him and Yunyan, that dream was extremely real, and it was also extremely comfortable, Yunyan squeezed his shoulders and beat his back.

Now here again... feels weird.

Without thinking too much, he walked up the stone steps.

Far away, I saw a beautiful figure sleeping under the old tree.

That is Yunyan.

Zhao Yun looked at it strangely, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Could it be a dream?Why is Yunyan still there, the same dream?

He also came gently to the old tree, and squatted in front of Yunyan, looking up, down, left, and right. This dream was very real, because Yunyan in front of him seemed to be alive, with flesh and blood and warmth.

Sweep. Yellow!

I don't know if it's amused, or it hurts to be idle, someone let out a bluff.

The sleeping Yunyan was awakened, and she saw Zhao Yun's big smiling face.

She didn't lose her temper, and didn't speak harshly, she just stared blankly at Mr. Zhao in front of her, stretched out her hand, brushed away Zhao Yun's loose long hair, and gently stroked his face.

This move... made Mr. Zhao a little confused.

This is not quite the same as Yunyan in his memory.

If it were real, this bitch would have picked up the guy long ago.

"Why is it here again?" Yun Yan smiled softly.

"Ghost knows." Zhao Yun shrugged in confusion.

"Think about it every day and dream at night, don't you... miss me." Yun Yan laughed.

"I want to! I want to hang you on a tree even in my dreams." Mr. Zhao opened his mouth to tell the truth.

"Didn't you think about anything else?"

"Well...beat me up and hang it on the tree."

"Back then...why didn't I strangle you to death?"

The master and apprentice talked very amusingly, but the picture was still harmonious.

Yunyan stepped onto the stove again, cooking for her apprentice.

Just like last time, Zhao Yun was walking around Zizhufeng with his hands in his hands, and everything was very novel. This dream was very strange, there was only Zizhufeng in the dream, and he couldn't go out for a stroll.

"Zhao Yun."

He didn't turn back to the old tree until Yunyan called.

Master's dinner is carefully prepared, and the table is full of delicious food.

"You hate me."

Yunyan picked up the chopsticks and kept picking up vegetables for Zhao Yun.

Back then, she was the one who forced her apprentice to let Yunfeng go with her death.

After so many years, her apprentice must have hated her for 100 years.

"Die by my sword, have you ever hated me?"

Zhao Yun also picked up his chopsticks, and was also picking up dishes for Master.

The person he wanted to kill was Yunfeng, but he didn't want to hurt Yunyan.

"Never hated it." Yun Yan shook her head lightly.

"I've never hated it." Zhao Yun finally took up his job.

The dinner was warm, without the hustle and bustle of the world, no intrigue, just one teacher and one student, like a confidant who hadn't seen for many years, talking about the past in peace, it was a precious memory.

I don't know when, the sound of the piano sounded on the mountain.

It's Zhao Yun playing the piano, and it's Yun Yan dancing lightly.

The picture is not only warm, but also a little romantic.

Zhao Yun was probably really tired, before he finished playing the zither, he leaned against the old tree and fell asleep. Yun Yan flicked his sleeves and covered his body with a cloak, while she sat there quietly watching.

Qingfeng was puzzled, and flicked her hair again and again.

She only felt that her mind flickered, there was an extra person in Zizhu Peak.

It was a woman in white, like a dream, filled with the atmosphere of ancient vicissitudes, accompanied by the moon around her body, and the resounding sound of the piano, and blossoming petals, bathed in the moonlight.

"you....."

Yun Yan got up subconsciously, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Zhao Yun may not know what this place is, but she knows it clearly.

It was precisely because she was so clear that she was particularly surprised how there could be a third person here.

"What a dream fairy, it really surprised me."

The woman in white smiled softly, her voice was as beautiful as a fairy song.

She didn't look at Yunyan, but looked at Purple Bamboo Peak as if admiring a picture scroll.

"Who are you?" Yun Yan frowned slightly.

"We are traveling together." The woman in white smiled.

"Same with...?"

"He is also my apprentice."

The woman in white came to the tree like the wind, and just like Yunyan before, she gently stroked Zhao Yun's face for a hundred years. She hadn't seen her for a hundred years, and she never expected to see the young disciple again in this gesture.

"Your apprentice too?" Yun Yan was a little confused.

However, she was not too surprised, after all, it has been 100 years.

A hundred years is too long, so it is not surprising that Zhao Yun has a second master.

"How...how did you get in." Yun Yan looked at the woman in white without squinting.

"Think about it every day... dream about it at night." The woman in white smiled lightly, and finally stood up.

As soon as she pointed at Yunyan's eyebrows, there was an ancient secret pattern imprinted into Yunyan's body. It was... a mark of a god, which was left for Yunyan and his disciples.

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"Are you going to sleep forever?"

Yun Cangzi has said this many times.

It has been three to five days since Zhao Zilong fell asleep in this little star, and he still has no sign of waking up. He has called many times, but this guy didn't respond at all, but the sword, fire, and lightning made him wake up. Seeing the deadly, daring misdeeds, he will be beaten by the group immediately.

"Boss." Long Yuan also called.

It's a pity that its natal device can't wake up its owner.

In other words, the master's consciousness is not within the body, and the ghost knows where to run, it's too vain.

"Xiao Leizi...my sword is dazzling."

"A pile of scrap copper and rotten iron, I will smash it for you with one blow."

"Huh?...Is the skin itchy again?"

"Don't make trouble with me, be careful that I get mad."

In the dead of night, Long Yuan and Xian Lei were restless, one jumped up and down, the other buzzed and trembled, and had the urge to have a fight on the spot if there was any disagreement.

Hun Tianhuo was still honest, hanging there and not daring to move.

Both of them are bosses, it's better for him, Xiao Xiami, who can't even speak, to be obedient.

"These two are funny."