When did the brother collapse [Transmigration Book]

After it disappeared, he quickly said: "Don't worry, distinguished guests, the place I will take you to must be fun."

Tu Hua accepted it when he saw it was good: "Then I will trouble you."

A Jin stroked the back of his head foolishly: "It's not troublesome."

The moment he turned his head, he exchanged glances with his brother Ah Yin who thought they were unnoticed, but unexpectedly they all fell into Lu Li's eyes.

The séance ceremony is coming soon, and Tongtian City will maximize the business of the gods. Not only will there be ten quotas for personally asking the gods to guide the maze, but in order to entertain many travelers who come here admiringly, bracelets, pendants, picture scrolls, window grilles, Couplets, ritual instruments, weapons, clothes, etc. were all put out, paving the old long street bustlingly.

There are also names such as "Old Priest of Tongtian City", "Personal Biography of the Holy Son", "50-year Fortune Teller" and so on, shouting for business.

Ajin and Ayin followed each other, and Ajin was particularly enthusiastic. He asked them if they wanted to count the peach blossoms, and reminded them to pick some small things as souvenirs.

Lu Li was in the middle of the crowd, and his ears were full of noisy people's voices. He felt that this city was extremely contradictory.

The power of the gods is so strong that the people of the northern border have relied on their will for hundreds of years, and they dare not slack off on the once-in-ten-year séance ceremony.And those people in Tianyun Pavilion should have seen the so-called gods' ability, so they don't hesitate to buy the only places at high prices every ten years.

But in the noisy market here, the locals borrowed the name of the god to defraud money.Although Ajin and Ayin tried their best to cover it up, Lu Li could see that they strongly recommended it, and the purpose was to make him pay quickly.

too weird.

Do these people really respect the gods they worship?

Confused, Lu Li raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of the snow cover on the top of the mountain that was shining golden under the sun.

He pretended to be pushed, bumped into Tu Hua, and whispered, "Hold them."

Tu Hua cooperated with him tacitly, rolled his eyes, and pointed to the magic weapon on one of the booths: "This is not bad."

Ajin took advantage of the situation and said, "The honored guest has good taste. This folding fan has been kept in the Holy Land for 49 days, and it is blessed by the gods."

Tu Hua said "hmm" a few times, moved closer, picked up the fan to observe carefully, but soon lost interest, and ran to other stalls to find fault.

He ran fast, and A Jin quickly chased after him. A Yin was worried that he would get lost, so he stood where he was, watching Tu Hua's back.

Lu Li squeezed the sword formula with his left hand, took the opportunity to touch his back, and poured spiritual power into Ah Yin's body. The latter's eyes gradually became distracted, and he followed the crowd aimlessly.

Lu Li succeeded and disappeared into the crowd in an instant.

The author says:

This copy is a bit long and a bit complicated

long wait

79. Dreamland ([-])

◎Sweet Dreamland◎

Chen Zhishuo bypassed layers of guards with the help of a blindfold, followed the guidance of the tracking talisman, and came to a courtyard.

Standing on the mountain wall and looking down, as far as the eye can see, the entire mountain range has been almost hollowed out by the locals, leaving only a circle of mountain walls outside, which can be used for living and as a natural barrier.

The plain in the mountains was divided into several parts. Chen Zhishuo and his friends lived in the area closest to the mountain gate, which was also the outermost area. Further in, the buildings became more majestic and larger in scale.

There are dozens of white training courses flying down from the snow on the top of the mountain, converging into a long river on the ground, winding and patrolling, for the use of the people in the mountain city.

Chen Zhisuo scanned the mountain wall next to the circle again, counted, and found that he was already on the fifth floor.

This time, the courtyard door opened, and four or five girls with pink feathers on their heads came out. The leading one was crying, and the other four surrounded her, comforting her and walking down the mountain.

The five people almost turned into crabs, filling up the whole road. Seeing that one of them was about to bump into Chen Zhisuo, he, who was invisible, tapped his toes, stepped out of the mountain wall with big strides, then turned his body around, and volleyed around him abruptly.

After solving the sudden and small crisis, Chen Zhisuo climbed up the tree and looked in from the height.

The architectural style of the northern border is quite different from that of the Central Plains. There are no small bridges and flowing water, and there are no elaborate rockery and shrubs.Between the carved railings and painted buildings, the large snow lotus flowers are nourished by the incoming snow water, creating a unique scenery.

The guards have scimitars hanging on both sides of their waists, guarding all directions vigilantly, with their hands always pressed on the handle of the knife, so that they can take action at any time to deal with uninvited guests.

Chen Zhishuo observed it for a while, picked a pine cone casually, put his hands together, and blew into it.

The pine cone bounced a few times in his palm, and when he threw it on the left eaves, the pine cone seemed to have grown feet, and it knocked against the eaves with endless sounds.

The guard's tense heart was pierced by the pine cone, and he drew out his scimitar as if facing a formidable enemy, jumped onto the eaves with his strength, and chased in the direction of the sound.

However, the pine cones rolled too fast, and a series of guards chased further and further like candied haws.

Chen Zhishuo had already taken the opportunity to jump onto the eaves on the right, and while the remaining guards were guarding the surroundings, he passed silently over their heads.

In the room, Yin Zhaohua almost threw away all the things that could be thrown away, and sat on the only chair left in the mess, crying bitterly.

The maids just pretended not to see or hear, and silently packed up the broken golden hairpins, jade plates, torn silks, satins and brocades, and replaced them with new ones.

There was even a maid who thoughtfully put a rare gold brocade embroidered with heavy colors at her hand, so that she could vent.

Looking at the rare treasure in the northern border, Yin Zhaohua only felt that his resistance was like a joke, and the anger in his stomach completely turned into helplessness.

She clutched her sleeves and pinched the charm hidden next to her body, feeling confused about the way forward.

Those monks, did they really come back to save themselves?

Just when she was frowning, the talisman became slightly hot, and Yin Zhaohua was shocked, but he didn't dare to show it. He just lowered his head and looked around from the corner of his eyes.

Standing by the window, Chen Zhisuo saw her glance over, removed his blindfold, and winked at her quietly.

Yin Zhaohua understood, wiped away tears, and said hoarsely: "I want to rest, you go out."

The maids stopped what they were doing, and one of the older maids said, "Saint, let me help you change your clothes."

"No need, I want to be alone." Yin Zhaohua stood up and sneered, "There is not a single pillar in this room, so you don't have to worry about me hanging myself. As for the scissors and knives, didn't you let them take them away?"

The leading maid didn't care about her hostility. After thinking for a moment, she folded her hands respectfully and put them on her chest: "Holy maiden, please rest well, I'll wait outside the door."

After finishing speaking, he reached out and took away the only teacup in the house.

Chen Zhisuo jumped in from the window, snapped his fingers first, set up a soundproof barrier, and then repeatedly sighed: "If you are so defensive, aren't you afraid that you will hit the wall?"

Yin Zhaohua laughed at himself in a low voice: "I've been on guard for a long time, if you don't believe me, touch the wall."

Chen Zhisuo pressed it, only to find that the wall was stuffed with thick cotton, and it wouldn't hurt to hit it, but it was covered with a layer of silk cloth, which was invisible before.

Be good, Chen Zhishuo thought, this arrangement is comparable to a modern mental hospital. If you stay here for a long time, you will go crazy even if you don't die.

"Xianchang, can you take me away?" Yin Zhaohua's eyes lit up, impatiently.

"Not yet." Although he felt sorry for the unlucky girl in front of him, time was running out, so Chen Zhisuo could only hurry up and ask, "What exactly is Sweet Dreamland?"

Yin Zhaohua was taken aback when he heard the words: "How do you know about Sweet Dreamland?"

"In Tianyun Pavilion, there was a boss surnamed Xu who fell asleep and never woke up." Chen Zhishuo briefly described what happened this morning, "The priest said that he was the first foreigner to enter the land of sweet dreams. "

Yin Zhaohua crossed his fingers and nervously kissed the ring on the middle finger of his right hand, as if he was thinking about whether he should say something or not.

Chen Zhishuo guessed her concerns: "I promised to save you, and I will. Old Xu has already been tricked, and if I fall next, you can only stay here obediently and become a saint."

Yin Zhaohua was moved by him, and finally spoke out.

"Sweet Dreamland is a miracle created by the gods for believers. It is said that in Sweet Dreamland, the seasons are like spring, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, there is no sickness and death, only eternal happiness."

The more Chen Zhisuo listened to it, the more familiar it became. Thinking about it carefully, isn't it just the modern way of fooling people!

It seems that big cheating is the same way, both in the book and outside the book.

"Then will they wake up?" Chen Zhishuo asked.

Yin Zhaohua didn't expect Chen Zhishuo to ask this question. He hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it. After their souls enter the land of sweet dreams, their bodies will be sent to holy places to prevent corruption. But I think they may not I will come back, after all, there is too much suffering in the world."

So once you fall asleep, you won't wake up again?

Chen Zhishuo's heart secretly felt cold.

"How do the gods choose people?"

"I don't know." No one in Yin Zhaohua's family has ever entered Sweet Dreamland. The only one is his childhood playmate. "Dora, she fell asleep one day and never woke up again. The priest said that she was chosen by the gods and encouraged Dora. The La family was devout and gave many gifts.”

Chen Zhishuo has read novels for many years and is familiar with the plot routines. His uncontrollable uneasiness completely ignited his conspiracy theory nerves at this moment: "Your Yin family, and the other two, have anyone entered Sweet Dreamland?"

Yin Zhaohua recalled carefully: "Yes."

Chen Zhishuo didn't give up, and asked again: "How many people are there? Are they the main members of the family?"

"I don't know how many people there are," Yin Zhaohua recalled, hissed, and his face turned pale. "If you want to talk about the main members, there is only the grandmother of the Yuan family, who is almost a hundred years old. Could it be..."

Father, like son.

There are at least 60 or [-] people who enter Sweet Dreamland every year. Yin Zhaohua has long been used to it, but until today when Chen Zhishuo asked suddenly, she didn't realize