Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

(25)

"If you want to kill or cut, it's up to you." Meng Yan talked about brotherhood at this time, and she straightened her neck and refused to bow her head.He could see that even in the dream he made up, this heavenly sage could not be manipulated at will as he expected.

Fang Yanchu was not interested in his brotherhood, and pressed his head to ensure that he would not escape from his grasp.He pinched Nightmare by the back of the neck and pulled him out of the hot water. Nightmare itself was connected to the dream, so his face was flushed red from the hot water.

Strangely, Fang Yanchu faced the scalding hot water without leaving any marks on his hands.

"You should know, right? I was forcibly pulled into the dream by you. I am an outsider who cannot be controlled by the dream, but you are different. You are connected with the dream." Fang Yanchu made a gesture Levitation technique, let the nightmare float in front of him, force him to walk to the entrance of the alley, "I destroy the dream, just like destroying your body."

Meng Meng still didn't believe it, and said: "The dream is nothingness, how do you want to destroy it?"

"The Nightmare clan should have boundaries when weaving their dreams. Ordinary people's thinking is messy, so the scope of dreams is huge, and few people can really find the boundaries." Before the words fell, Nightmare was pressed against the transparent wall as if firmly Same, even the cheeks were flattened.

Nightmare's pupils were still constricted like needlepoints, and he suddenly realized his mistake. It was not an ordinary person who was pulled into the dream by him, but a saint.

Under the saints, all are ants.

The compilation of dreams is based on memory.The more powerful the person, the more messy the memory will be, and some can even scan the world in a short period of time, the bigger the dream they weave, and the bigger the dream, the harder it is to decipher.

Therefore, the more Nightmare deals with the powerful, the more he can use his own advantages.

But Fang Yanchu only gave him a little bit of memory, and the memory he could compile was only such a large area, limited to this narrow and small alley and that dark room.

Even the gray-haired woman, Fang Yanchu didn't attach a face to her.

How excited he was when he first stole Fang Yanchu's memory, how terrified he is now. He feeds on dreams all day long, but he doesn't feel any loopholes in this memory at all.

Fang Yanchu's eyes didn't look like a 13-year-old boy who was abused by his parents at all. Those eyes were the eyes only those in positions of power would have. They were confident and calm, and there was a hint of ridicule and pity in the smile in his eyes.

"I heard that the Nightmare clan is very powerful spiritually," Fang Yanchu said lightly, raising one corner of his lips, "How about we try?"

He took out half a brick from behind, stretched his shoulders, knelt down and knocked on the transparent wall of the boundary seriously: "I came in in a hurry, what do you think of my piece?"

I don't know where he got the half-turned head, Mengmai stared helplessly at the brick and there was still mud sticking from the ground.The bricks made of red mud were smashed into a hideous section, and the raised stubble continuously scratched across the transparent wall.

He is not afraid of death, only afraid of waiting for death.Following his movements, Meng Yan only felt that his heart was being cut one by one, and every time he slashed, he felt that he was going to die, and the premonition of death enveloped him more deeply as soon as he recovered.

"Can you switch to a faster weapon?"

"No."

Nightmare knew that he was lying, nine days and ten places, whoever has lived for a long time has never seen Lord Longyou's natal sword? "Don't you have a natal sword?"

As soon as he finished speaking, as if in response to what he said, two black lines suddenly appeared on Fang Yanchu's body. These lines rose from his arms, bypassed the front and back skin, and landed on his left and right shoulders respectively. , forming a scene of double dragons around the pillars.

"It's not time for you to come out yet." Fang Yanchu lightly brushed those two lines, pressing them down from the surface of the skin. "I promised it that I wouldn't let it take it lightly."

"So the rumors that the power of the sage of the heavenly way was greatly reduced by martyrdom are true?" Although Meng Meng couldn't control his body, he could control his eyes, and his eyes couldn't help but glance at the two marks under Fang Yanchu's skin. , "Even my own natal sword must be sent to the body for storage?"

"Oh? Who did you listen to?" Fang Yanchu made a sudden move while speaking. He threw away the brick that was used to scare the nightmare, and turned his fingers into a fist, with his middle finger sticking out, and struck the transparent wall like lightning.

This punch had no power, but it made the transparent border tremble suddenly, making Nightmare's body somewhat transparent.It wasn't until after the trembling that Nightmare woke up from the sudden pain that he took a small breath: "Why did I tell you?"

Fang Yanchu lightly brushed the transparent border with his hand, and asked softly, "Didn't it hurt enough just now?"

"..." Closing his eyes, Meng Meng gritted his back teeth and said, "It hurts enough, but I can't say his name."

The Nightmare Clan is characterized by arrogance and aloofness, relying on the particularity of power, and never forming an alliance with others.Only this point can be regarded as an outlier even among the demons.

For this reason, during the disaster of the underworld, Fang Yanchu often got information from the nightmares who were alone. They had no concept of comrades-in-arms and only had themselves in their minds.

"Is it because that person cast a curse on you that you don't want to say anything?" Fang Yanchu asked.

"Yes." The nightmare was put down from the wall by Fang Yanchu, the pain just now made his face like gold paper, and he still can't recover until now, so he can only answer in a weak voice.

Fang Yanchu lightly tapped on the transparent border, seeing Mengyan's face turned pale again, he couldn't help but smiled and said, "Then don't talk about it, let me guess."

As he spoke, he put the nightmare in front of him, and pointed to a street in front of the alley entrance: "I'll show you a little more memory, you can make this dream bigger, let's find a place to talk."

It was as if his hand had been magically tapped on the street in front of him, and the street began to come alive.The shuttle traffic flowed from left to right, rhythmic music began to float from the storefronts in the market, and the noisy human voice suddenly sounded like a switch was pressed.

Nightmare walks in front of Fang Yanchu, looking at everything in front of him with both familiarity and strangeness, familiar because everything here is actually a dream woven by his own hands, unfamiliar because everything here is subtly different from the real world no the same.

Nightmare has never seen these storefronts in the real world, and he dares to guarantee with his life that there is indeed no such place in this world.

This is Fang Yanchu's dream world, a corner of the world that does not exist at all.

"Boss, bring me a pack of these candies." Fang Yanchu drilled into a store familiarly, and when he came out, he had already taken a large pack of candies.

The big bag of candy is colorful, and one by one is clearly arranged in the transparent plastic bag.Nightmare glanced at it and knew that this candy was not ordinary, not to mention comparing it with the candy made by Ling Yundian's own home, even it was a hundred times worse than the candy sold in the world.

Fang Yanchu peeled off a candy, put the red candy into his mouth and smacked it twice, then solemnly put the transparent candy wrapper into his pocket and patted it: "Have a candy?—Is that person a demon?"

"Thank you." Nightmare glanced at the candy twice and still took one. It was green and showed a different kind of vitality in the sun. He slowly peeled off the candy wrapper, put the candy into his mouth, and shook it. Shaking his head, he replied, "No."

The candy was very sweet, a bit fake, and very sticky to the teeth, in two words - unpalatable.

Fang Yanchu picked the ones in the plastic bag, counted them lightly, and finally said, "There are very few green ones."

Nightmare wished he could give him the fake sweet candy in his mouth, as if someone would eat it.

"Is that person a fairy?"

"Yes and no." Nightmare nodded and shook his head, the fake sweet candy stuck to his back molar, and he licked it down with a ferocious face.

"That means the foreign clan has cultivated and become immortal, is it from Penglai?"

Nightmare finally licked the candy and nodded with relief: "Yes."

"Is it someone I killed before? That's a bit too much." Even though Fang Yanchu has lost [-]% of his memory, he can vaguely feel this from the attitude of others. There are too many people he has offended before. up.It would be better to say that it is much more difficult to find a person in Penglai who he has not killed than to find someone who died at his hands.

"Is it the person in my [-]% memory?"

"No." Nightmare shook his head, "He said you must remember him."

"Then it will be much easier to find." Fang Yanchu felt relieved and began to search from the human monks he knew.First of all, those born after the fire disaster must be excluded, and secondly, the crowd must be limited to monks who have participated in the Demon God Banquet.

The Demon God Banquet was held 3 years ago. At that time, even the immortals rarely had the opportunity to participate in the Demon God Banquet, let alone foreigners cultivating immortals.In the previous Demon God Banquets, basically only a few of them who were born with heaven and earth participated, and at most a few natural spirits were added.

Xuantian Lord, Cantian Lord, Longyou Lord, Kong Qu...

Fang Yanchu went through the entire list of Demon God Banquet like a movie, and finally stopped his thoughts on the last few names.A name attracted his attention like a magnet, and there were three words written by Kong Qu in beautiful small characters: Shang Fuliang.

The leader of human ascetics, the ascetics who were almost as famous as Long Youjun, Xuantianjun and others back then.

Fang Yanchu vaguely remembered that the first time he met this human ascetic was at the Demon God Banquet. He and Xuantianjun belonged to the same heaven and earth, and Xuantianjun and Kong Qu were even more affectionate. Lord Cantian, four of them lined up on both sides of the head of the hall, were drunk with the fine wine at the banquet.

Shang Fuliang led a few people, carrying a shining sword, and said that he had researched a formula that was very suitable for human use.

At that time, his eyes were shining, and he was a young talent, standing opposite the four of them without losing the wind.

"Is it Shang Fuliang?" Fang Yanchu asked in a low voice.