As a scumbag, I took a stand-in script

Xiao Yunjian suddenly got up from the bed, panting heavily.

He couldn't stop chanting Gu Zheng's name.

But looking around at the splendor and splendor, this is his Dingyun Temple.

It's not the Qingluan Palace in the dream.

It was Qing Lin who was lying on his bedside, and when he saw him wake up, he immediately said ecstatically, "Shen Jun, you are back!"

Xiao Yun responded with a sound of remonstrance, which could not be eased for a long time.

He didn't know what kind of feelings he should have now, but in the end he could only sigh one after another.

17 years... he was in that dream for 17 years.

Now nothing can be saved.

He caressed his upper neck helplessly, where hung was the jade ring given to him by the Oneiroi God before he fell into a dream.

The jade ring should have shattered when Gu Zheng was rescued, so why is it still there?

There was a little thin white mist around Yuhuan, and there seemed to be energy fluctuations inside.

Xiao Yunjian was a little surprised, and wanted to investigate by manipulating his divine power.

After only getting closer, he suddenly understood——

Those are Gu Zheng's three souls and seven souls.

They all have bodies, but Gu Zheng doesn't.

The only carrier he attaches to is this jade ring that brings dreams from reality.

Not the silver bell worn by Lu Fuying.

"Look for a box." Qinglin responded and took out a delicate red lacquer box, and Xiao Yunjian carefully put the jade ring into it.

He didn't find another place, but put the box next to his pillow, and told Qing Lin to pass down the order, and no one should move rashly.

After finishing the matter, he seemed to say something inadvertently, and asked, "Where's Ling Zhi?"

Qinglin was startled, her face was a little dignified.

On the contrary, Xiao Yunjian was taken aback, and hurriedly asked: "What happened to him? But he hasn't woken up yet?"

Qing Lin's thoughts are delicate, only Xiao Yun's remonstrance can tell the clue.

He frowned lightly, turned his head and explained with a smile: "You and he fell into a dream, not with your real body like Princess Fuying. Ling Zhi's body has nowhere to go, Chong Yu made the decision and moved him to Mu Cang Terrace."

Mucang Terrace is the cheapest corner in Tingyun Palace, next to Shenxu Terrace where he put the listening wind and sundries.

It is the most dilapidated and corner place.

Xiao Yun remonstrated, and licked his lower lip.

It seemed like he wanted to ask, but couldn't.

Qinglin was the most able to observe words and expressions, so she smiled again and said: "The god has just returned from the dream, and it is time to take a rest."

After he left the main hall, he sent someone to Mucang Terrace to have a look.

He pursed his lips, thoughtfully——

The god of his family used to be the one who hated the name Ling Zhi the most and hated it the most.

Now that I mention it, there is a little imperceptible impatience and concern in my tone.

But I don't know what happened in the dream for 17 years.

After pondering for a long time, he still grabbed a god attendant who came and went, and said, "Please, help me find Yan Chongyu back."

After Qinglin closed the door, Xiao Yunjian unfolded the box next to the pillow.

He stared at Yuhuan quietly, feeling as if everything had been overturned in his heart.

Mixed feelings.

Everything changed.

Now...he dare not face Princess Fuying.

The one who is even more sorry is Gu Zheng.

Thinking of Gu Zheng's long-cherished wish, Xiao Yunjian pondered for a moment, but he came to a conclusion.

He didn't call anyone, just casually took a blue long gown and put it on, and then picked up a palace sash that didn't match and tied it on.

A head of blue silk like black forging was spread on the back of his head, and he didn't take care of it, so he hurriedly took the jade ring and went out the door.

But when he hadn't entered the courtyard, he heard the noise behind him, as if a god was stopping someone: "My lord, the god is resting, you can't break in at will."

Then, came Ling Zhi's familiar voice.

Piously and earnestly said: "I just need to visit him, as long as he is good, I will be at ease."

Xiao Yunjian took a deep breath, but he couldn't bear the clamor in his heart.

He turned around and called out, "Ling Zhi."

When Ling Zhi heard this, he raised his eyes——

What he saw was the most beautiful picture he had ever seen in his life.

Lingxiao flowers bloomed in a corner of Tingyun Temple, and as Xiao Yunjian turned around, the breeze blew by, blowing down a few white and pink petals.

It fluttered and scattered on Xiao Yunjian's hair, then slid to his shoulders and stopped.

The setting sun came from behind Xiao Yunjian, as if it had cast a hazy light on him, making it difficult for people to see his face clearly.

But Ling Zhi thought, he could always smile.

Ling Zhi's frosty face was melted by Xiao Yun's warmth.

He took two quick steps, not allowing others to comment, and took Xiao Yunjian who was still a little dazed into his arms.

His arms tightened, as if there was a catastrophe at this moment, and he couldn't be separated.

——"A Jian, Ah Jian..."

He kept chanting Xiao Yunjian's name.

Even though Xiao Yunjian wanted to push away at first, he couldn't bear it now.

But just a moment ago, this person blocked an arrow for himself in the dream.

Died in his own arms, how could he be that cold, heartless person again?

He was in a trance, but he didn't notice——

It seemed that there was something, like an invisible rope, binding the two of them together.

Once tightened, it can no longer be separated.

As soon as Yan Chongyu stepped into the Tingyun Palace, he saw this embracing scene.

He grinned, and asked Qing Lin beside him: "You asked me to come back and look at this?"

Qinglin was also extremely surprised.

He opened his mouth, pulled Yan Chongyu's cuff anxiously and said: "Separate the two of them quickly."

Yan Chongyu smiled, covered her mouth and coughed lightly twice.

Xiao Yunjian just realized what he had just done, and pushed Ling Zhi's embrace away in a hurry.

He straightened his clothes, turned his head and glanced at Yan Chongyu.

Ling Zhi saw it too.

But he only felt that Xiao Yunjian pushed him away like this because he didn't want Yan Chongyu to see him again.

Suddenly he remembered that when he was in Pengzhou Mansion, Xiao Yunjian also spoke lies to himself because of Yan Chongyu.

And...Xiao Yunjian also said that Yan Chongyu was like Princess Fuying, who grew up with him since childhood.

3000 years of friendship, how can I compare.

His heart seemed to be pinched and lifted, and he poured a spoonful of old wine and a bowl of old vinegar on his head.

Sour as hell.

He stared blankly at Xiao Yunjian's expression and reaction, but he still didn't look at himself.

The next sentence was only for Yan Chongyu: "I have something to do with the Dream God, so you and Qinglin will wait for me to return in Tingyun Palace."

Yan Chongyu raised her long and narrow phoenix eyes, and casually glanced at the lost Ling Zhi.

He raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Yes, Shenjun, I will always wait for you."

Ling Zhi curled up his fingers tightly and clasped them tightly in his palm.

Xiao Yunjian didn't notice the difference, he just said: "Ling Zhi is a guest, let's have a cup of tea."

Ling Zhi's eyes lit up, and he looked at Xiao Yunjian with burning eyes.

However, Xiao Yunjian didn't look at him, and just made a cloud formula on his own, preparing to ride the clouds and fog to find Oneiroi.

But as soon as he jumped onto the cloud, he manipulated the cloud to go not far, but he couldn't move.

What's happening here?

Xiao Yunjian was at a loss.

He moved forward like an invisible barrier, trapping him, no matter what he couldn't move, let alone break through.

But if he wanted to go back to the Cloud Stopping Palace, he would be able to do so without any hindrance.

He frowned, descended from the cloud, and asked Yan Chongyu: "During the few days I was away, what kind of barrier did you set up around the Tingyun Palace? How could it be that you can't get in and out?"

"What?" Yan Chongyu and Qing Lin looked at each other, a little surprised, "Hui Shenjun didn't set up any barrier."

Xiao Yunjian tried to touch the distance, but he couldn't move.

He descended from the clouds and floated to the ground.

I frowned and tried a few more times there, but it was always the same result.

"Chongyu, come and try."

Yan Chongyu stepped forward, and passed through the non-existent "barrier" lightly.

He tried a few times, but all were successful, and said: "There is no difference."

Xiao Yunjian was extremely puzzled, and a little more impatient, he said: "What's the matter? I came out of the dream, so could it be that I can't even get out of my bedroom?"

Qinglin persuaded softly: "Don't worry too much, the god. According to what you said, it may also have something to do with the dream. Could Mr. Ling Zhi please try it?"

Ling Zhi responded, "Okay."

So he walked forward and touched the so-called enchantment Xiao Yunjian said.

But he can still see through places that Xiao Yun can't.

He was about to speak just now, but Xiao Yunjian cast a sidelong glance at him.

Xiao Yunjian snorted coldly.

Just listen to Qing Lin's words like this again?

He turned his head away, but he tried it unbelievingly.

But this time—

He passed through.

The body is not as immobile as before.

He glanced at Ling Zhi with some doubts, and frowned.

But since he was able to move, he just thought that something was wrong with him for a while, and he didn't take it to heart.

He pinched the Yun Jue again, and ran towards the Palace of Dream God.

But just like before, he touched the "enchantment" again.

No matter how confused his mind was, Xiao Yunjian could realize that it was not a so-called enchantment after being encountered twice this time.

He was only able to move just now because Ling Zhi and Yan Chongyu came to his side.

He suddenly remembered the words Gu Zheng said before the dream collapsed.

——"Curse you and Ling Zhi, entangled for life after life, and can never be separated again."

Could it be that he and Ling Zhi really couldn't be separated by a certain distance?

He thought about it and tried it.

Sure enough, as he expected, he and Ling Zhi couldn't stay ten feet away.

As long as it exceeds, not only he can't move, even Ling Zhi can't.

It was as if there was a shackle binding the two of them.

For a moment Xiao Yunjian didn't know what was going on in his heart.

He just asked anxiously: "But when I woke up, it wasn't like that."

Everyone has never seen this scene.

Yan Chongyu thought for a moment, then said: "Perhaps the Dream God knows about this matter."

Xiao Yunjian nodded, turned his head to look at Ling Zhi, and said again: "I vaguely remember that you can't ascend the clouds, would you like to use the sword?"

Ling Zhi was overjoyed as if he had received such a favor.

Xiao Yun Jianshang still remembered that he could not soar into the clouds, and Yu Jian...

There are two people standing on the narrow hilt of the sword again, and I got the advantage again.

Ling Zhi walked with his sword, and felt the temperature of Xiao Yunjian behind him.

It was a warm spring breeze, which almost made him lose his mind.

Xiao Yunjian stood behind him, suddenly recalling that time when Qinglin transformed into his own face, left a letter and went down the mountain.

He also looked at Ling Zhi's back in the same way, chasing the light that did not belong to him.

At that time, I lost completely.

But now?

He still doesn't understand.

Ling Zhi loves this face or this person.

The author has something to say: Today I went to my best friend's house to play again!

Another day without a small theater QAQ

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