When a straight man is bound to the matchmaker system [Transmigration Book]

"……medicine?"

Bai Jinman stared unblinkingly at the white disc in Chen Ming's palm, feeling that his three views had been strongly impacted.

He confirmed that there was nothing wrong with his memory. After all, all kinds of medicinal materials he had seen in the past were either decoctions or elixir. How could there be such a small existence——

Didn't she really cheat him with candy?

"Uh..." Chen Ming scratched his face in embarrassment, thinking about how to explain modern western medicine to an ancient man, "It's actually like this, as a Qinglong clan, I have more spiritual power than other spirit bodies. It is abundant, and even has its own spiritual power space. This is the secret medicine of my family that I took out from the space, if you believe me, feel free to take it.”

Fortunately, he had an idea and remembered that when he was chatting with the system just now, the other party told him the secret about the illusion of seven emotions and four extremes.Since it is a dreamland full of spiritual power, of course it can continue to increase the level on the existing basis, similar to the operation of "dream within a dream" such as "Inception".

The darkest point is that creating your own space on the basis of the existing illusion consumes very little spiritual power.Chen Ming originally thought that he had no possessions, but after being reminded by the system, he realized that even though he had turned into a physical body, part of the spiritual power of the ancient sword was still stored on his body.

In other words, as long as he learns how to use these spiritual powers, he can not only create his own portable space, but also change the environment around him, and even explore the entrance and exit of the illusion——

Of course, the premise is that he has to use these complicated and cumbersome ways of operating spiritual power like his own.

"So that's how it is..." Bai Jinman obviously believed his words a little, and looked down at the pill in his hand for a while, before finally drinking it with warm water.

After all, the ancient people were different from the contemporary young people who had been ravaged by antibiotics and had their own antibodies. The medicine they took took effect very quickly. After a while, Bai Jinman felt dizzy, his eyelids were fighting, his body tilted, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Chen Ming covered him with a cloak, walked to the entrance of the cave and looked out, only to find that the sky had already darkened.At this time, there was nothing nearby, and he had experienced a series of tortures such as shipwreck, crossing and drifting, and he was extremely exhausted physically and mentally. Now his tense nerves relaxed, sleepiness surged, and he yawned several times in a row.

Seeing that he was rubbing his eyes tiredly, the system pointed to the tidy floor beside him: 【I'm guarding here, you go to rest first, I'll wake you up if there's anything unusual. 】

"Wow, thank you..." Chen Ming took off his coat and cotton shoes and got into the thick fur, wrapped himself up tightly, only showing his palm-sized fair face, and soon his eyes drooped, his breathing was even, and he fell into a trap. Dreamland.

The cave seemed extraordinarily quiet, except for the sound of rapid or steady breathing, the only sound left was the "peeling" of the flames.The system propped its chin, staring motionlessly at the dancing flames in front of it. There seemed to be complex and indiscernible emotions flowing in the dark eyes.

Where Chen Ming couldn't see, dense blue-purple lightning gradually gushed out from his body. The gray robe gradually became transparent during the confrontation with the lightning, and then slowly returned to its original shape. , also emerged a clear color of pain.

The warm and bright firelight shone on Chen Ming's face. He was still in a deep sleep, but his brows were tightly furrowed at some point, as if he was deeply worried about something.

Since he fell into a deep sleep, he has entered the shroud of dreams.It's completely different from the feeling of falling asleep and dreaming. Not only can he not predict the direction of the story in the dream, he can't even control his own actions——

Or rather, he is now closer to a spectator of the story.

At this time, what he possessed was vaguely a little green dragon, which was also a spiritual body like himself, but seemed to be injured, leaning weakly on the stone, his body gradually became thinner.

He seemed to be waiting for someone or something, even though he was weak, he still stubbornly refused to stay away.

"Ruo Heng..." Chen Ming heard Xiao Qinglong calling out in a low voice, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, why don't you come?"

Ruoheng?Who is this?

The second monk Chen Mingzhang couldn't figure it out, but he couldn't help feeling a great sadness from the bottom of his heart.

The extreme despair enshrouded him like a dense net, and he couldn't break free. All the vitality and hope dissipated with the hopeless waiting, until it was completely lost, and there was no redemption.

The little green dragon's body was getting thinner little by little, a sudden exclamation came from the slanting thorns, and then he picked it up with both hands, staring at the abundant spiritual power coming out of the man's hands, wrapping it gently.

At this moment, Chen Ming clearly felt that the palm of the other party was dry and warm.

"You are from the Azure Dragon Clan? How did you suffer such a serious injury?"

While injecting spiritual power into it, the man held it close to his eyes for a closer look.Chen Ming and Xiao Qinglong's senses communicated with each other, so they inadvertently met the eyes of that person.

I saw his black eyebrows like distant mountains, black pupils like autumn water, under the bridge of his high nose, his light lips were as beautiful as spring cherry blossoms.

In an instant, Chen Ming almost yelled: This, this, this person looks much healthier and ruddy, and in other respects, he is almost the same as Mother Bai!

The scene in front of me was already done, and the replica "Bai Nai" naturally couldn't hear his complaints. Xiu Jie stroked the fine hair on Xiao Qinglong's back with her fingertips, and said with a smile: "My name is Jun Mu, and I am a swordsmith. , the injuries on your body need to be dealt with in time, if you have nowhere to go for the time being, why not follow me first?"

Xiao Qinglong didn't answer, but looked at the unknown distance again, seeing that the person he was expecting in his heart had never appeared, so he lowered his eyes as if appointed, and nodded slightly.

Jun Mu blinked, and the smile on his face bloomed like a flower, which is really good-looking. Although he is a man, he has a special beauty that reveals the charm of a banishing fairy: "May I take the liberty to ask, what should you call me?"

"I..." Xiao Qinglong obviously struggled for a moment, and sighed heavily after a while, as if he had made some kind of decision, "You can call me Qinghong."

"Pian Ruo Jing Hong, Jiao Ru Yu Long, 'Qing Hong'... is really a good name."

Jun Mu read the sadness on its expression, and the warm spiritual power was like a trickle, wrapping its body gently: "If the shortcomings of the past are difficult to make up, you might as well learn to let go. You are a Qinglong clan, and you still have a long, long time to go." If you live a long life, you may experience more beauty in the future, so why should you be persistent?"

Qinghong nodded, then shook his head again, his gaze became distant and bitter, looking back at an unknown distance.

The future may indeed be full of flowers, but no matter how dazzling the scene is, there is no one who will be there to enjoy it with him.

The throbbing pain in his heart was unbearable, Chen Ming could hardly bear the overwhelming grief, and couldn't help but gasped.The scene in front of him suddenly changed, the warm palm wrapped around him suddenly turned into a raging flame, and what was even more terrible was that the burning sensation came through every touch, which couldn't be more real.

Chen Ming: Longevity!

He really couldn't bear this kind of all-round sensory simulation, a painful whine burst out of his throat, he raised his eyes inadvertently, only to find that Jun Mu was kneeling in front of him, with tears all over his pale face:

"Qinghong, please, come back!"

Most of Qinghong's body has been engulfed by the raging fire, half of his human-shaped face was scorched black, the extreme pain is not difficult to imagine, but his eyes are full of serenity and gentleness that has melted from ice and snow:

"Jun Mu, this is my choice, and I don't regret it."

"If there is no you in this world, what is the use of me refining this magical weapon?" Jun Mu lay on the ground and wept hoarsely, the tears that flowed from his eyes gradually turned reddish, and finally turned into profuse blood, "Jun Mu's long-cherished wish in this life is without it, but Willing to accompany Qinghong until death!"

"……forget me, please……"

Qinghong opened his mouth, as if he had a thousand words to confide, but in the end he only left this sentence without beginning or end.

The flame in the sword casting furnace is more overbearing than the real fire of samadhi. Not only will it wipe out the existence of living beings, it will not even leave the chance of soul reincarnation.

Watching its figure gradually fade away in the raging fire, Jun Mu recklessly broke through the barrier of spiritual power, even turning a blind eye to the burning of the furnace.He grasped desperately in the flames, but he couldn't keep the lost life of Xiao Qinglong, as well as the innumerable past.

The field of vision gradually dimmed, and Chen Ming heard the whistling of the wind in his ears, as if he was in an abyss somewhere, falling towards an unfathomable ravine.Panicked, he stretched out his hands in vain to grab something, but always flung himself into the air.

For some reason, he had a strong premonition in his heart. This dream seemed to trap him in some kind of cage. If he didn't manage to escape, he might be imprisoned here forever...

[Xiao Ming, wake up, wake up! 】

There was an urgent cry vaguely in his subconscious, Chen Ming felt the familiar voice, but he couldn't remember who it was, and that person was stubbornly refusing to give up and kept calling his name.

As he shouted, a gap gradually opened in the dark sky, after which bright light shot in through the gap, gradually dispelling the haze in front of him, and slowly pulling him out of the dark abyss——

"Huh...ha..."

Chen Ming gasped violently for a while, opened her eyes suddenly, and sat up from the haystack.

【you're awake? 】

In front of him was the anxious face of the system. He put his hand on Chen Ming's forehead and felt it for a while, before his expression relaxed a little: [Just now I detected that the spiritual power around you is fluctuating differently, only to find that you have fallen into the illusion of seven emotions among.The seven emotions will be randomly combined with the four poles. What kind of emotions do you experience? 】

Chen Ming raised his hand to caress his chest, breathed in and out slowly, and only after a while did he say quietly, "It's sadness."

Only at this moment did he realize that at some point, he had already burst into tears.

[In this way, the illusion we are in is the "Polar Snowland · Sorrow" among the Seven Emotions and Four Extremes,] the system thoughtfully handed over a pack of tissues, [The sick NPC is not entangled by the illusion for the time being, wait for him to wake up] Afterwards, you remember to remind him to beware, otherwise next time if both of you fall into the trap, I'm not sure if I can guarantee that you will escape unscathed. 】

"Okay, I will." Chen Ming nodded, looking at the faint light at the entrance of the cave, feeling sleepless for a while, dressed and walked down the haystack, tiptoed to the sleeping Bai Jinman, and squatted down with his knees hugged.

He quietly stared at the face that was extremely similar to that in the dream, and sighed out of the corner of his lips, seemingly helpless and bewildered.

Nanny Bai, what is the relationship between you and Jun Mu...?Similarly, Qinghong, will he have anything to do with me?

Since the flames of the sword-making furnace can swallow the soul, and those who die for the sword will never be reborn, why do you and I meet again in this world?

What the hell have you done for me?

The author has something to say: Mina-san is here for me who is so angry!

Don't worry, this article is definitely 1v1~

Just a little spoiler, it's really good that Jun Mu likes Qinghong, but it may not be the other way around, don't forget our classmate Ruoheng, he is a very important character~

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