Those years of fast-wearing and paranoid teasing each other

Qin Jincheng felt as if he was being pulled by something, and was flying all the way in the air. When he looked back, he found a long black bar falling outside the Immortal Mansion.

Qin Jincheng: "..."

Qin Jincheng hurriedly lowered his head to look at himself, and found that he had hands and feet, but his body became a little more illusory.

Qin Jinsheng is very familiar with this situation, isn't it just that his soul is out of his body? !

As soon as this idea crossed Qin Jinsheng's mind, the pulling force stopped. Qin Jinsheng looked down and found himself in a spacious main room. There were many sign boards in the middle of the room. A piece of spiritual paper, with dense words written on the paper.

Some outer disciples in gray clothes and inner disciples in blue walked back and forth between the sign boards. From time to time, someone would take one from above and walk towards this side.

"Su Xianjun, Xianjun! Don't sleep!" The person who walked over seemed to have not noticed Qin Jincheng's abnormal existence at all, but patted the table. Qin Jincheng looked down and realized that he was hanging over a person's head , and that person was lying on the table at this time, looking like he was asleep.

On this person's head, apart from Qin Jincheng, there was also a thread hanging. To be precise, this was the other end of the thread.

Qin Jincheng raised the pen in his hand, and found that one end of the thread had penetrated into the pen holder, and the other end was hanging on the man's forehead.

Qin Jincheng: "..." This, it looks a bit like...

Qin Jincheng twirled one end of the thread hanging on the man's forehead, and approached the man's head tentatively.

Soon, a white mass emerged from the man's head.

Qin Jincheng: "..." Isn't this the pen of the digital tablet? !

"Su Xianjun!" The people standing aside shouted a little louder.

As a result, the white mass that emerged immediately shrank back, and the thread that was originally connected to Qin Jincheng's golden brush was also instantly broken.

"Huh? Huh!" Su Xianjun was finally woken up, "Ah, why did I fall asleep?"

The disciple put the spirit paper in his hand in front of Su Xianjun: "Su Xianjun, there are people coming and going here, but you slept soundly."

Su Xianjun skillfully took out a booklet, flipped it open, recorded the name in the latest space, and said: "Task C, clean up the grieving ghosts in Xi'anxiang... um, okay, I wrote it down, let's go all the way." careful."

That disciple: "Thank you!"

After watching the disciple leave, the man named Su Xianjun scratched his head, looked around with some doubts, and muttered in a low voice, "Why did you fall asleep?" Suddenly sniffled, looking for smells, walked to the burning incense burner Beside, when he opened it, his face suddenly changed: "No! Someone replaced the Ningshen incense with the Mimeng incense!"

Qin Jincheng wanted to follow the past, but found that the state of his soul body had gradually faded since some time, and now only the part with his hands up is left!

In the next instant, Qin Jincheng's figure disappeared from the spot, and when he came back to his senses, he was no longer in that place, but outside the familiar gate of the Immortal Mansion.

He no longer has arms and legs, but has returned to the body of the snake, with a golden brush wrapped around the tail of the snake, and the lines around it have become lighter.

At the same time, intense drowsiness surged up in an instant, and Qin Jincheng gritted his teeth to hold on, so as not to immediately fall asleep on the spot.

Those books and threads hanging by his side also disappeared when Qin Jincheng fell asleep, leaving only a solitary black egg.

Qin Jincheng gradually understood that this thing should consume a lot of spiritual consciousness. The strength of a person's soul determines the width and depth of the sea of ​​consciousness he can hold, and the width and depth of the sea of ​​consciousness determines the strength of spiritual consciousness.

Of course, no matter how powerful the spiritual consciousness is, it needs energy to support it. When this energy is placed on Xianxiu, it is called spiritual energy, and when it is placed on Moxiu, it is called magic energy.

But now he can't use magic energy at all, that's why he feels sleepy.

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Qin Jincheng studied the black egg for a whole day, gradually groping for some ways, and successfully passed the third level. The pages of the black book finally started to turn backwards, and the words that appeared again became——Meng Shi [-]st Floor .

At this moment, Qin Jincheng had the illusion that he was playing games in front of the computer.

The plot given by System A is written from the protagonist’s perspective. Although there is a lot of ink and ink in the description of his role as the villain, it is only for the protagonist’s acceptance. For the original owner, the villain It didn't even mention what kind of kung fu he was practicing.

It is only said that he was a waste material at the beginning, was taken back by the protagonist, saved the protagonist group at a critical moment, then exposed himself, was hunted down, and returned to the original owner after the Demon Realm, and the real highlight moment came.

According to the timeline of the plot, the original owner should still be a dispensable little snake under the care of the protagonist—emphasis, little snake!The kind with thin thumbs!

If the black egg and the cheats inside the black egg are something that the original owner should have, then it is understandable that the original owner couldn't use it when he was in the cloud fairyland. After all, there is no magic energy here, especially In this kind of big sect, not only is there no magic energy, but the aura is also very abundant.

After all, the beginning of the establishment of the sect was because they took a fancy to the spiritual veins in this area.

In such an environment, it is strange to be able to practice well.

Qin Jincheng is now able to cultivate with difficulty, but he is also suffering from intense sleepiness. This really consumes too much energy. If he doesn't force himself, he may fall asleep at any time.

Just when Qin Jinsheng was about to lose his hold and fell asleep, Wen Yunlin came back.

At this time, the sky was completely dark, the moon was hanging high, and the surroundings were quiet.

As soon as Wen Yunlin entered the dormitory, he first checked where Qin Jinsheng was, then walked quickly, and buried his head into Qin Jincheng's snake body.

Qin Jincheng moved and pulled him into his arms.

"Some things happened in the sect today, so I came back late." Wen Yunlin leaned on Qin Jinsheng, hugged Qin Jincheng tightly, and took a deep breath, as if he could draw strength from such an intimate movement and relieve his fatigue.

Qin Jincheng raised his tail and followed his back, silently comforting him.

Wen Yunlin: "Someone replaced the Ningshen incense in the Zewu Pavilion with the Mengmeng incense, and several immortals with lower cultivation levels failed to wake up."

Qin Jincheng: "..." These words sound familiar.

Isn't this what he heard the fairy sitting at the door in the main room where there were various signboards?

Qin Jincheng rolled up the pen with his tail, and wrote on the paper: What is Mimengxiang?

Wen Yunlin: "Mimengxiang is a kind of spice that can make people fall asleep quickly after smelling its fragrance. It can be made into various kinds. The main material is Mimengcao. Different materials are added to it, and the effects produced are also different. There are differences, some are poisonous and some are not.”

Wen Yunlin explained patiently: "However, no matter whether it is poisonous or not, for people who fall asleep after smelling this kind of dream fragrance, it will cause great loss to the sea of ​​consciousness, because most of them are forced to fall into dreams, and most of them after falling asleep I don’t even know that I’m dreaming, and I’m still dominated by the dream, it’s fine if I have a sweet dream, but if I have a nightmare, but I’m not woken up in time, I’m very likely to die in the dream.”

"After dying in the dream, he will also die in reality. Therefore, Mimengxiang has always been a forbidden thing in Yunxianland."

Wen Yunlin rubbed his brows: "I originally wanted to go to the Selecting Pavilion to pick up some tasks, but I encountered this incident unexpectedly. Later, the suzerain and the others also came. After a long time of investigation, I finally found out that a disciple had changed the incense burner into the wrong one. material."

Qin Jincheng wrote on the paper: So the matter is resolved?

Wen Yunlin shook his head: "It's not that simple. That disciple is the personal disciple of Master Xiao Feng. He said he was framed, and Master Xiao Feng also protected him, so the suzerain did not send him to the punishment hall for the time being. Find out within three days and give the sect an explanation, after all, the lives of several immortals are at stake."

After a pause, Wen Yunlin said again: "Actually, I think that if you have a beautiful dream, it is not a bad thing to indulge in it forever."

Wen Yunlin: "If you are alone and have no worries, but start a family and start a business in a dream, and take root, then when you wake up from the dream, it will be a kind of torture and pain for the dreamer and the dreamer."

"Because it's hard for you to go back to the same dream again, and the person in the dream will never be able to wait for you again," Wen Yunlin caressed Qin Jincheng, sliding his fingertips over the pitch-black scales: "Everyone says big dreams Everything is false, but when you wake up from the dream, why is it not the separation of yin and yang in another sense?"

Qin Jincheng wrote on the paper: But that is not reality after all.

"Where the consciousness is, there is the reality." Wen Yunlin hooked Qin Jincheng's head: "For example, you are here, so this is the reality."

Qin Jincheng was taken aback for a moment, always felt that Wen Yunlin's eyes were a bit wrong when he said this, but he couldn't tell the details.

Wen Yunlin changed the subject: "You read today, what did you see?"

Qin Jincheng: "..." Didn't look at anything, just studied the black egg.

Wen Yunlin: "I will conduct spot checks in a month's time."

Qin Jinsheng nodded.

Wen Yunlin got off Qin Jincheng, took out a dry bag from his sleeve pocket, and dumped it on the ground.

Then, a silver-white oval object appeared in the room.

Wen Yunlin immediately took out a long knife, poured spiritual power into it, and cut directly!

In less than a stick of incense, a large bed was cut out.

Wen Yunlin waved his hand to put away the discarded materials, and then laid layers of cushions on the bed before raising his eyebrows at Qin Jincheng: "Come up and try."

This bed was twice as big as the original one, but when Qin Jincheng meandered up, it still took up more than half of the bed, but the bed made of Lingyu was better than the wooden one, and it would not be easily crushed.

Qin Jincheng curled up on the bed, his head stood up from the middle, and his tail patted the pillow on the other side.

Wen Yunlin coughed lightly, and lay down next to Qin Jincheng.

If Qin Jincheng got closer, he would hear Wen Yunlin's heartbeat much faster than usual.

Wen Yunlin himself noticed this first, so he tried his best to restrain himself, but he still couldn't help thinking: after he finished moulting this time, he will almost reach the puberty period...