Be a psychic in a star card game

"Uniform? What style do you want, drama style, antique style or knight style?" In the holographic shop, the owner of the shop with a round face and a cropped cut asked with a smile.

He grabbed a handful of photos in his hand, and there were all kinds of costumes in them, all kinds of strange things.

He Yan felt dazzled at first glance, but after looking at it for a long time, he felt that the characteristics of the clothes in the photo seemed to be reflected only in the many accessories, and the formal clothes were almost the same, which was similar to the one he was wearing in the mall at a discount.

After being rejected by the Card Master Mutual Aid Association, He Yan went out to relax for two days. As soon as he returned to the guild, he was dragged by Xiao Yun and others to order a new guild uniform.

According to the words of the vice president: "It's not because the uniform was released two days ago, it has nothing to do with the temple! How can we compare with a third runner-up? The main thing is to unify the dress in the guild and reflect the demeanor of the big guild."

Everyone: "Okay, okay, what you said is right."

So the task fell to Xiao Yun, and because He Yan was not in a good mood these two days, Xiao Yun asked him to be together.

After entering the store, I was quite satisfied with the style given by the boss, so I picked and chose the chivalrous style.

But this knight style also has a sense of fashion. The armor is made to stick on the streamlined clothes. Hundreds of people wear it and stand together. It is more handsome, but it looks extremely monotonous when standing alone.

Chen Cici is thin, and his clothes are one-size-fits-all, and he can wear any clothes. After the shop owner made the ready-made clothes on the assembly line in 10 minutes, he tried them on. Feel full of momentum.

But... the man in the butterfly suit who looked at the opposite store for a long time, shook his head and sighed, "For making clothes, you need to make patterns, choose materials and cut them to make the most satisfactory ones. You are...too fast. There is no soul."

When doing business face to face, even if they are competitors, no one would say these things to other people's bosses.

Just when everyone thought that the two were about to quarrel, the younger round-faced shop owner was not angry, and stroked his forehead, as if he was used to the scene in front of him.

He couldn't laugh or cry: "Dad, I'm a small business. You're taking the private custom route. Of course, it's more expensive. On my side... I'll take four or five hundred orders. Every piece of clothing can't have a soul, right? Besides... the clothes have a soul, so could it really be alive?"

"What? Do you think Dad is lying to you?" The uncle was originally sitting on the door rail, but when he heard this, he stood up, blew his beard and stared and scolded: "I told you when I was young, but you still believed it, why do you become more and more stupid when you grow up? That dress is really alive! It’s become fine!"

Xiao Yun: "Huh?"

Shop owner: "..." I was stupid when I was young!

It must have been easy to lie back then. When I grow up, I know that it is impossible to live with clothes, so I don’t believe it.

Everyone is looking at the uncle as if they were watching a myth.

What, have you ever seen clothes live?in a dream?

No one believes it!

Only Xiao Yun is still curious: "How to live?"

The uncle was taken aback for a moment, but he didn’t expect someone to ask. He used to chase after others but no one listened to him, so he suddenly became excited, “Xiao Nier, if you want to listen, the old man will tell you, sit, sit, everyone sit down.” , don't stand so politely, we are all family!"

That posture seemed to hold a long talk for a day and a night.

This is not just to tell Xiao Yun a story...

"It all started 40 years ago. There was a dilapidated ancient city in the Yunwu District." The uncle made a cup of tea, took a sip, and said slowly, "I and a few like-minded friends went to other places to find inspiration for clothing. It happened to be in the Yunwu District, the place is dilapidated, especially in the ancient city area of ​​unknown age, the moss grows green year after year, and it turns black and dead at the end of the year, everyone searched for a few days of shops, but nothing..."

Shop owner: "..."

Chen Cici hesitated, and pulled Xiaoyun: "That one suddenly remembered that the guild still has something to do, or we should..."

The shop owner nodded again and again: "That's right, dad, if there is something wrong with the guild, don't..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man over there was still looking at the speaker: "I happened to have a dispute with one person, and I left the team in a fit of anger, but I accidentally learned that every August night in the ancient city, people who enter the ancient city will have hallucinations. "

Ancient city, hallucination.

These two words, alone, don't make people feel good.

Even in Interstellar, at most the medical security is improved, but human beings will have hallucinations if they accidentally eat poisonous flowers and plants when they go out.

But when the two are combined, they are not the same.

He Yan raised his head and looked at Chen Cici. He was casually aware of a trace of familiarity, and Chen Cici also remembered Gu Kaizhi's illusion of the ancient city.

He Yan spent the past two days looking for a spirit to no avail, so he sat down on the door beside the uncle, "What hallucination?"

The uncle glanced at him, as if he glanced at the gate with some worry, but the most important thing in his heart was the story he was telling, and he quickly came back to his senses.

He pondered for a while before hesitatingly said: "I'm not sure, some people are lost, some people are unconscious, and some people saw a huge palace, or a pool of white lotus..."

……

It was a snowy night in the cloud zone 42 years ago.

Snow in August is rare in the world.

The Meteorological Observatory has already made a weather forecast, so it doesn't feel too sudden.

Hu Liangyi was wearing a blue shirt with a paper pattern passed down from his ancestors, and was walking blankly in the streets of the Yunwu District with an ancient umbrella on his back. He was visibly distraught.

The fiancée who grew up together and thought she had the same aspirations hugged her elder brother in the same team. He rushed up and punched the elder brother and scolded the woman, but thinking about it afterwards, maybe the other party didn't want to be with him. He wanted to say it many times, but he was busy and never finished listening.

He is obsessed with making clothes, and he is not as careful as his elder brother. Looking back, it is not difficult to understand...

"Young man, let's eat Wan Dou Hua!" The proprietress who sells Dou Hua poked her head out from the wooden lift window. She had a normal face with some freckles on her cheeks. It couldn't be said to be pretty, but her eyes were full of warmth.

"No, I can't." Hu Liangyi was only a 20-year-old young man at that time, and he was nervous when he saw a woman, so he waved his hands repeatedly.

"Don't go forward if you don't eat bean curd, you will get lost." The proprietress said worriedly: "A few girls in dance clothes passed by the day before yesterday, and they were found after two days. They were unconscious by the side of the road. Someone said to take them In the box, the woven brocade bags that have been passed down for hundreds of years disappeared inexplicably, and the city was very strange, and our local children did not dare to play around."

Hu Liangyi was really timid, and he didn't dare to come out alone in heavy snow. He gathered his clothes, and only heard the sound of "woven brocade bag". There is always something to learn from these things from a hundred years ago.

It's okay to be frustrated in love, he came to Yunwu District just to find inspiration, what if the brocade bag gave him inspiration?

People who are obsessed with one thing are often impulsive. He thanked him in a low voice, but still walked forward without looking back.

The street became narrower and narrower, and at the end, there was another narrow turn, and the eyes suddenly opened up... Under the heavy snow, the dilapidated towers looked much cleaner, but the shoes stepped on the stone slabs and rubbed against the half-lived moss under the snow. There will be a creaking sound.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Hu Liangyi kept his eyes on the ground, trying to find the brocade bag, but he didn't realize that he had passed several collapsed palaces and entered a flat ground with a wide view.

Here, the snow suddenly became smaller.

Unconsciously, it was late at night, the full moon was in the sky, and the surroundings were quiet, except for Hu Liangyi's hand lamp, which was as bright as day, and there were a few faint meows in the air.

Hu Liangyi had the guts to whistle a few times, and he had a tune. He didn't know where the song came from. His family used it to coax him when he was a child. At this moment, the empty ground was filled with the sound of whistles. There is a gust of wind, and it seems to have a fragrance.

Hu Liangyu fainted. After closing his eyes for a second, he saw in a trance that the flat land in front of him turned into a pool of wine. A ladle on the edge of the pool scooped up a bowl of wine and poured it into the air as high as a person, as if someone was drinking...

Immediately afterwards, the water ladle was thrown back to the surface of the water, and a dancing gown seemed to be worn by a living person again. !

Ordinary people would have been scared to death when they encountered such a situation, but Hu Liangyi was a little more insane than ordinary people. He stared at the dance dress, trying to remember its appearance in his heart. When the thing wanted to remember, But it was like a cloud of fog, and the details could not be seen clearly.

Waking up again, when Hu Liangyi opened his eyes, he found that he had left the city and was sleeping on the side of the road.

The only thing I can remember is the appearance of a few butterflies flying around the dance clothes.

Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly is probably what this old saying goes, but he understands that it is true through personal experience.

……

"Big white butterfly, that's what it looks like." The uncle sighed, and he lifted the collar of the butterfly coat on his body to show He Yan. When he was not moving, everyone hadn't noticed that there were actually two transparent butterflies behind his clothes Wings, moving and swaying.

Xiao Yun: "Master, you..." Only after the story was told did she realize how nonsensical it was. She could see that this uncle might have some mental problems.

The uncle was still full of ideas, "I will continue, there will be a story about me and the proprietress..."

The store owner wiped his sweat with apologetic expression, pulled him up from the door rail, and pushed him into the room: "...Okay Dad, the customer still has something to do, other stories will be told next time, next time."

cloud area...

On the way back, Chen Cici checked the history of the Yunwu District with Starnet, but it was still unclear, but it was rumored that there was a famous person who lived near the ancient city in the Yunwu District, a certain sword master named Chen in 6000.

"It's still from my family!" Chen Cici said unexpectedly: "The one who uses the sword has nothing to do with the dance clothes. It's still reliable in 3000 years. Could it be someone from the Yunwu Song and Dance Troupe?"

"I don't know." He Yan looked into the distance, and the weather in the star network can be seen at a glance. Wherever he wants to go, he arrives in a blink of an eye, but this is not reality after all, "The spirit he said is very powerful."

Facing the remaining millennium spirits, He Yan didn't have much experience. He could only instinctively feel that there were really spirits in the dilapidated city towers in the Yunwu District, probably on the same level as Daji.

But... when he got to the place, he realized that there were three mixed breaths in the tower!

One is faintly visible, with a fragrant Lengxiang, belonging to a woman; the other has a metallic smell, and must have been equipped with weapons, swords and the like; as for the third... the moment he entered the tower, he was shocked by electricity.

In the sky, a huge phantom with a horn appeared, a sharp corner like a triangle.

Emerge from the clouds.

Overwhelmingly large.

He Yan: "..."

He had seen animal spirits in his previous life, but he had never seen monsters!

Is he in a dream?

Is this an illusion?

He Yan could still distinguish between illusion and reality.

He immediately turned around and ran back.

Not far away, Chen Cici, who was carrying a video camera, was fiddling with the lens. When he turned around and saw He Yanteng running towards him, he waved happily.

Why did the swallow run away?When Chen Cici waved his hand, he was still wondering, but in a blink of an eye, the stone slab under He Yan's feet collapsed. It wasn't like a broken stone slab, but a whole large number of stone slabs were sinking!

"Damn it, Swallow!" Chen Cici was stunned, before he could react, Swallow was gone!

Aroma hits.

His eyelids sank, his outstretched hand drooped feebly, and he fell into a coma.

The red dot of the camera flickered, and the tracking video started, but a pool of wine and butterfly clothes dancing by the pool appeared in the camera.

It is exactly in line with the description of the clothing store uncle, exactly!

Inside the pit.

The same fragrance swept across, but He Yan didn't feel it at all. He touched the surrounding darkness with his fingers, but his fingertips effortlessly penetrated a layer of film, revealing a narrow spot of light.

There was a light "Hey" in front of him, He Yan turned around suddenly, and saw a scribe standing behind him with disheveled beard and hair, and he was slightly surprised in his peaceful eyes: "Are you a Taoist?"

This person is obviously not as knowledgeable as Li Yu, perhaps because of his different status.

After all, Li Yu is the emperor. If he wants to know something, someone will tell him that the scribe... is probably a little inferior, and he can only know what he knows.

"It's half." He Yan nodded, "This is... a dream?"

The black film is obviously a protective film to prevent him from being involved in dreams. This thing...he has never seen it, but he has heard it from He Shoudao.

It seemed that the person in front of him... didn't know his identity, but he could see that he had no malice towards him.

"It's a dream." The man was silent for a second, seeing that He Yan had the ability to pierce the barrier, he put away the black membrane.

At this moment, the hall below was exposed in sight.

In the resplendent palace, under the fire candles of glazed golden cups around the pillars, there is a huge pool full of wine. The warm wine is gurgling, and the palace people are holding tributes.

Tall buildings and jade buildings, gold bricks and green tiles, and lotuses growing outside the pond.

There are white lotuses scattered outside the wine pool, each blossoming like a cloud, and someone stepped on it with bare feet, so that people can see that the white lotus is made of white jade, not a real flower.

This is a woman with a golden crown on her head, black hair, and a fair complexion. A slight smile can make the palace ladies in all directions lose their colors.

The dreamer cannot see them.

"It's her dream, the imperial concubine of the Tang Dynasty." The scribe walked to the wine pool and sat down with one hand leaning on the ground. There was no image at all. He stretched out his hand to grab a ladle of wine, and drank it with his head up, but most of it flowed down. placket.

But at this time, a palace official outside the palace brought an adult into the palace. I don't know what the palace official said to the adult. With the same movements, they also raised their heads and poured a ladle of warm wine.

"Not strong enough!" The adult threw the scoop, "Not enough!"

He Yan took a closer look, and the adult in the dream turned his face, which was exactly the same as that of the scribe!

"This...you?" He Yan was taken aback. He had never encountered such a thing in his previous life, but the current scene forced him to make his own speculation, "Are you attracted by her dream?"

The scribe was silent, and said softly: "That's right, she gave me something before she was alive, and it was actually a treasure consecrated. I came here after I died, and it has been tens of thousands of years."

He Yan understood that although the other party's spirit had been extended, it was trapped in a dream!

This scribe named Li Bai relies on the gift from the woman for his existence, but is controlled by the dream of the other party.

This is not because the woman oppressed him!

But the attachment relationship itself is like this, it was the woman who became the spirit, not Li Bai!

Li Bai himself could not become a spirit, but because of the woman's becoming a spirit, he also came here and existed!

So naturally, Li Bai can't leave, he and the woman's spirit are one.

When He Yan connected the joints, the "Li Bai" in the dream on the other side was already drunk, and he hated the wine, but he was still full, making the palace around him jump up and down, scolding in a high-pitched voice: " Li Bai! The Holy Majesty let you write poems for the empress because he thinks highly of you, but once you are in this palace, you will not be allowed to act recklessly!"

"Poetry? I don't know how to compose poetry!" "Li Bai" in the dream giggled drunkly, "Today only a knight-errant can do it. Let me dance a sword for Your Majesty!"

"Aren't you afraid of getting your head chopped off?"

"Scared! Terrified!"

He shouted, raised his sword and danced, and the palace people were silent.

"What's wrong with the sword dance? Why did Your Majesty punish him?" On the other side of the white lotus, the woman was high above her, but she also danced to the dance in her heart following the chaotic song he hummed.

The neon clothes and feathers are all over the sky, and the wine pond is full of mist. Unlike the uncle of the tailor shop, the uncle is outside the dream, and he can't see the face of the woman, but only sees the clothes dancing.

He Yan was in the dream, and the details of the palace appeared in his eyes as if they were real.

"She didn't want to exist, she disappeared a long time ago, leaving only a residual magnetic field, and when this magnetic field disappears, I will disappear with her." Li Bai seemed to have seen the scene in front of him thousands of times, and his face was not disturbed. .

He thought for a while, "You...are you human?"

He Yan: "...Yes." It should be!

"Do me a favor. There is still a strange beast that is evenly matched to me in this city. Once I disappear, no one will restrain it. I want to get rid of this strange beast for mankind before leaving."

They have become spirits, and they still take care of human beings like this?

He Yan looked at him in surprise, nodded, "Okay, what do you want me to do?"

That strange beast... You could say it is a monster with one horn in the sky, its shadow can cover the sky, how huge it must be!

But it was also because he hadn't seen the monster's body before. If the body was a spirit, it would be nothing to be afraid of.

Spirit, can't do him any harm.

It was born this way.

"Go find a cat." Over there, Li Bai said, "I'll lure it over to fight, and you throw the cat there to see if you can scare it to death."

He Yan: "..." You're probably kidding me.

"It's troublesome!" Li Bai nodded to him, cast a trusting look, then swung the long sword in his hand, inserted the wine in the wine pool, and threw it at a certain place in the building.

With a "wow", a horn appeared overwhelming the sky, as if endless thunder and lightning were brewing, and the blue light flickered!

This is what He Yan saw when he came back with the wild cat he found in the city.

His palms were sweating, and he threw the cat under the giant horn based on his feeling. The cat gave a terrified "ow" and ran away after landing, but the giant horn moved violently that day:

A half-person-high black shadow suddenly sprang out from the corner, with lightning on the tip of its wings, and panicked and shouted: "Pika Pika..."

He Yan stretched out his hand silently, and grabbed the red baseball cap hanging around his neck. The swarthy beast turned its head, and even applied blush on its round and chubby face!

Its black and white eyes were wide open, and the two black-tipped horns on the top of its head were pulled down pitifully, and it muttered dejectedly: "Pikachu..."

He Yan: Although you also have horns, but Pikachu?Pikachu looks like you?