After the villain's cultivation base is lost

Yan Jianglan completely collapsed, cried heartbreakingly while hugging Sheng Jiao, and finally fell asleep exhausted physically and mentally.

Sheng Jiao raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, staring intently at the face that was tormented by the past, knowing for the first time what powerlessness is.

He could not share any pain for Yan Jianglan, nor could he pull him out of the quagmire of despair.

Yan Jianglan was already asleep, but Sheng Jiao didn't dare to leave him for half a step, and asked Dong Rong to bring the rhino horn lamp over.

Lezhengzhen's Appearance Art came to Xingjie, he looked at Yan Jianglan who was on the bed with tears all over his face with a complicated expression, and said in silence for a long time: "I'll come right away."

"No need." Sheng Jiao said in a low voice, "Just give me the spell of "Falling Dream" falling into a dream. "

"Falling Dream" is often used by the Medicine Sect to appease monks who have become obsessed with demons, and to get rid of demons, but there has never been a single case of outsiders entering the dreamland.

"Wait for me." Le Zhengzhen said coldly, "If you enter the "Fallen Dream" and no one wakes you up, you may fall into a deep sleep with your consciousness, and you will not be able to come out together with Jiang Lan. "

Sheng Jiao said: "No, give me the formula to enter the dream."

Le Zhengzhen had obscenities written all over her face, and probably wanted to scold Sheng Jiao, but she was worried about waking Yan Jianglan up, so she pinched her nose and gritted her teeth to tell him the formation.

After Sheng Jiao got the formula for entering the formation, he wanted to extinguish the rhino horn lamp without saying a word.

"Wait!" Le Zhengzhen stopped him, hesitated for a long time before saying with difficulty, "Once you notice that Jiang Lan is showing signs of collapse in the dream, immediately pull out your spirit and leave the "Falling Dream". "

Sheng Jiao stared straight at him with cold eyes.

Le Zhengzhen added viciously: "...the spirit that has been separated from the body is very fragile. If your spirit is severely injured, I am afraid that the gods will not be able to save it—don't act recklessly just because you are in the Mahayana stage."

Sheng Jiao stared at him coldly for a long time, then looked away, and gently opened his lips.

"I know, thank you."

Le Zhengzhen was taken aback for a moment, keenly aware that Sheng Jiao's cold-faced and cold-hearted appearance seemed to be different from the previous cold-faced and cold-hearted person.

He was about to say something when Sheng Jiao extinguished the rhino horn lamp without blinking.

Le Zhengzhen: "..."

There is a fart that is different, and it still looks like a hated dog!

Sheng Jiao has always been vigorous and decisive in his work. After getting the formula to enter the "Falling Dream", without any pause, he immediately took out the "Falling Dream" formation that had been prepared, and quietly placed it in the entire line.

The cumbersome spiritual power array suddenly lit up, illuminating the sleeping Yan Jianglan to frown.

Sheng Jiao took off his earrings and covered his eyes with his big palms to make him sleep more peacefully.

Soon, "Fallen Dream" stretched out countless pairs of ghost-like withered hands from the formation in the ground, and slowly talked towards Yan Jianglan on the bed.

Yan Jianglan was vaguely aware of the unexpected breath, shook his head desperately, and let out a sob of resistance from his throat.

Sheng Jiao made up his mind, poured spiritual power into the array, and countless ferocious withered bones rushed towards Yan Jianglan with their teeth and claws, as if pulling out the soul from that thin body, and then suddenly Drill back into the ground.

Yan Jianglan's sorrow dissipated in an instant, as if suddenly turning into an empty puppet.

The moment the formation was activated, Sheng Jiao closed his eyes and recited the formula that Le Zhengzhen had told him, and the withered hand that had not completely faded swept towards him again.

Sheng Jiao sat there cross-legged in silence, letting countless hands drag him into a nightmare.

Yan Jianglan's nightmare.

Sheng Jiao learned from Mrs. Wan how Yan Jianglan was murdered by the Xi family back then, and he thought that "Falling Dream" would take Yan Jianglan to the moment he feared the most—that is, when his parents were killed.

But after a whirlwind, Sheng Jiao's spirit quietly landed in a secluded mountain.

It turned out to be Yan Wen at the foot of the mountain.

Sheng Jiao was only about 12 years old at this time, standing alone on the steps in white clothes, looking up at the sunset, he was sure that this dream did not start from the rainy night that frightened Yan Ling.

Sheng Jiao waited patiently for a while, and vaguely heard rustling sounds in the dense forest around the corner below.

Suddenly, a warm yellow figure sprang out from the grass, holding a black kitten in his arms.

It's Yan Ling.

Yan Ling, who was only nine years old, was the age at which cats hate dogs. His new clothes were dirty after running for a long time, and the cuffs were scratched by branches. He stood on the steps and waved towards the bottom, his face full of youth. Ignorant carefree.

"Ah Yue! Come here!"

Every time he climbed the steps, Yan Yue was always a long way behind him.

Yan Ling sat and waited and saw that Yan Yue hadn't come up yet, so he hugged the cat and ran away laughingly. He was like a lively spring breeze, and everywhere he passed was spring flowers blooming.

Sheng Jiao looked at him blankly.

It turned out that when Yan Ling was young... it was like this.

Yan Ling happily ran a few steps up the mountain, and seemed to sense something when she passed by Sheng Jiao inadvertently, and after running for a few steps, she turned her head and looked puzzled.

Sheng Jiao was taken aback for a moment, and his eyes met Yan Ling's directly.

No one dared to take the risk to break into the monk's "falling dream". Most likely, even Le Zhengzhen didn't know that Yan Ling could see Sheng Jiao in the illusion.

"You..." Yan Ling looked at him curiously for a long time, then suddenly said "ah", and said with a smile, "I remember you, the brother who begged for a clever way to give me sweet-scented osmanthus cake yesterday!"

Sheng Jiao was silent.

Yan Ling could see him as expected.

I begged for cleverness yesterday, so today is the eighth day of July.

There are still many days until August.

Yan Ling ran back with the cat in his arms again. He must have been a short man since he was a child. He was standing on a step above Sheng Jiao and was barely able to meet Sheng Jiao's eyes.

He quietly tiptoed, raised his eyebrows and said, "Brother, why did you come here? Did you run away too?"

Sheng Jiao remained silent.

He no longer remembers that he met Yan Ling at the Qiqiao Festival back then, let alone what kind of personality he was before he was 12 years old. The things before Shen Tianshe seemed to be covered with dust, and he couldn't remember even if he tried hard. .

Fortunately, Yan Ling talked a lot at that time, and Sheng Jiao responded with a lot of babbles: "We are playing, do you want to join us? Oh, Ayue is so stupid, it is hard to play with him." No sense of accomplishment. Brother, do you want to go home?"

Sheng Jiao shook his head.

"Then you can play with me." Yan Ling joyfully pressed the cat's paw on Sheng Jiao's shoulder, turned around and pointed to the end of Yan Wenshan's steps, and said with a smile, "Let's reach the top first before us, okay? "

When she was young, Yan Ling's greatest pleasure was climbing the stairs, even if she won against Yan Yue, who was weak and sick, she would still be proud of herself.

Sheng Jiao pursed her lips, not knowing whether she should agree or not.

But remembering that no matter what he did in "Fallen Dream", he couldn't change the past, so he nodded.

Yan Jianglan was overjoyed, and immediately wrapped the cat around his neck—the cat was so obedient, it hooked its claws on Yan Ling's clothes, wrapped it obediently around the back of his neck, and meowed softly.

Yan Jianglan patted his chest, and said triumphantly, "I'll give you ten steps first."

Sheng Jiao still nodded, and slowly walked ten steps past Yan Jianglan.

Yan Jianglan made full preparations and said, "It's starting!"

As soon as the words fell, the two ran up the mountain steps together.

It's just that Sheng Jiao is such an incomprehensible boring gourd that he won't show mercy even to his sweetheart when he was young. He really climbs the mountain steps seriously when he says he is running the mountain steps in a competition.

Sheng Jiao's figure was like the top of a mountain, and he reached the end of Yanwen Mountain almost in an instant.

Yan Ling who had just run a few steps: "..."

Yan Ling was stunned, staring dumbfounded at Sheng Jiao who was looking down at him from afar, and it took him a while to react.

The half-grown child was very optimistic, and his first reaction was: "No wonder Ah Yue is teary every time and wants to cry."

Now that the crushed person has replaced him, Yan Ling almost shed tears of grievance.

But Yan Ling was very good at regulating emotions, he was big-hearted and heartless, he reached out and patted his cheek, forcefully held back the tears, ran forward joltingly, and jumped up and down the steps excitedly.

"Brother! My brother is so powerful. Is my brother a monk?!"

Sheng Jiao watched him jump up panting all the way, after thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and pulled him up.

At sunset on the western mountain, Yan Wenshan had already lit a lamp and cooked for his wife. Smoke was coming out of the chimney, as if merging with the burning clouds in the sky.

Yan Ling held Sheng Jiao's hand, and finally struggled to climb up the last step.

This was the beginning of what Yan Jianglan was most afraid of, not because it was dangerous, but because this was the past that he could never go back no matter how hard he tried.

Both parents are still living a peaceful life in seclusion in Yan Wenshan, and Yan Ling also has playmates who grew up together when he was young, so he is carefree and will not be troubled by anything.

To the current Yan Jiang, it was just a wound that would hurt his heart just thinking about it.

Never heal.

The moment Yan Ling stepped up the mountain steps, the surroundings were turning and the stars were moving, and the sound of falling rain could be faintly heard from all around.

That rain started to fall.

The young Yan Ling curled up alone in the small cave, covering his ears and weeping, his whole body trembling with fear.

"I am afraid……"

He said.

But after finishing speaking, Xiao Yanling immediately regretted it, because Yan Hanque told him not to be afraid.

He cannot be afraid.

"I'm not afraid." Xiao Yanling covered her eyes and murmured tremblingly, "I'm not afraid at all. I'll wait for my parents to come to me. The rain... the rain will stop."

At that time, he thought that the rain would stop soon.

In the cramped cave, there was a sudden sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

There was a "chi" sound, as if the candle was lit.

A flash of light flashed in Yan Ling's eyes, and he quickly opened them and said, "Father! Mother!"

Sheng Jiao squatted in front of him holding the lamp, the warm light in his hand would slowly break through the darkness wrapped by Yan Ling.

Yan Ling blinked blankly: "Brother?"

Sheng Jiao put the lamp on the ground, and the candlelight reflected his dull eyes as if there was finally a ray of dark light, he gently straightened Yan Ling's long messy hair, and said softly.

"nothing."

Yan Ling stopped breathing for a moment, the dependence of the soul on Sheng Jiao made him unable to think about why this person was here, nor question why he was so intimate with a stranger who had only met twice.

He stared blankly at Sheng Jiao, then suddenly staggered and knelt and climbed forward, and was hugged by Sheng Jiao with open arms.

Xiao Yanling was trembling all over, choked up and said: "I'm afraid, I'm afraid."

The 12-year-late catharsis of fear, and the desired response...

"Not afraid."

Sheng Jiao said softly.

The phrase "not afraid" may be just empty talk to the 24-year-old Yan Jianglan, but it has a completely different meaning to the nine-year-old Yan Ling.

As if wanting to vent all her grievances and fears, Xiao Yanling finally didn't have to hold back and cried out completely.