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Chapter 541 Story
Of the eleven tombs of the God of Dreams, Venerable Fengxue had been to seven, and Li Changxiao had visited the remaining four. But it was in this last and most important tomb, which must have been the one that the God of Dreams had devoted the most effort to, that he finally saw what he had done and was amazed by it.
There are so many talented people in this world, and their thoughts are so brilliant and brilliant.
Just by watching, he was shocked again and again. The country was made from dreams and the dream was made from the country. This was his fairyland, which had been left over for countless years and existed only in dreams.
After countless years, only now, a man in white has witnessed with his own eyes this fantastic, magnificent and dreamland.
Li Changxiao hovered in the air, quietly comprehending the fairyland in his dreams. Comprehending the tomb of the God of Dream Dao was more important than anything else. Every stroke and every thread of this hall was a concentration of the God of Dream Dao's perception and understanding of dreams.
Those who have long passed away left behind this scene and image, which may have the meaning of communicating with future generations across the long river of time and showing off to future generations. It's a pity that most people in the world are trapped by the immediate interests and find it difficult to transcend the shackles, fly higher, and see the scenery hidden in the deepest part.
Such a fairyland...
If he could have a peaceful life, even if no one remembered that he had been here, what would it matter? ... Li Chang smiled and drank a sip of water, as if no one could sense the dream, and no one knew that tonight there was a person floating in the sky.
He wandered left and right, taking in everything about this dream tomb, every detail, every thread, and memorizing it in his heart.
When he found something exquisite, he would clap his thighs and praise it, saying that the old senior was really amazing. There were also some mistakes, such as in some places, this design might make it more solid, or add some variety. Thinking about it, he would control his "creation", combine it with the dream silk, and weave it on the spot.
He used soft cloud roots as bricks and condensed dream silk as beams. Step by step, the lifelike palace gradually appeared in his hands.
As he understood and comprehended, he gradually realized that there were many treasures in this dream tomb. They might not be the most precious, but they were definitely the most proud ones of the God of Dreams.
For example, in a corner of the mausoleum, there is a dream locked. The dream was condensed by the God of Dreams for decades and is called "Eternal Spring Dream". The dream fell on a woman.
The woman's face flushed, and she later entered a brothel and became a chief courtesan.
A collection of countless dreams.
Not only was the dream of the God of Taoism wonderful, he looked down and saw that the dreams of all living beings were incomparably wonderful. During the day, they were just ordinary people, but at night, the colorful colors in their hearts gradually spread in their dreams.
Li Changxiao dug up another interesting dream in the depths of the layers, called "Dream in the Mountain". The dream was between two mountains and was an illusory thing. People who passed by this place would dream of a high mountain. The strange thing was that when they came here for the second time, the mountain appeared out of thin air.
This mausoleum is so interesting. Li Changxiao twisted his hand suddenly, and a dream hovered in his palm. This dream was vague and unreal, and was called "The Dream of Preserving Youth". It was the thoughts of countless women, floating in the air, waiting to fall into the head of the lucky person and preserve his youth.
Li Changxiao intercepted this dream with a selfish motive. He blew gently, and a breeze carrying the "dream of eternal youth" blew towards the empress's bedroom, as a parting gift, not a token of respect.
Wang Ruyi woke up in a trance, looked towards the bright moon, and seemed to be waved at by someone, like a dream, finally closed her eyes and fell asleep again. Tomorrow, there are still a lot of government affairs that need her to take care of one by one.
Li Changxiao gained a lot from visiting the tomb of Mengdao and gaining insights into the Dao of Dreams. If this tomb is compared to a spring, then Li Changxiao is the thirsty traveler passing by. With a splash, he jumped into the spring and swam freely, sucking like a sponge.
In the dialogue between the past and the present, Li Changxiao felt and realized something, which might not be like magic or magic, but it was definitely far more than that. However, he was just a passerby after all, and this real treasure was left to the emperors here to slowly dig.
"The whole world has a good dream, and the king also has a good dream."
Li Changxiao closed his eyes and fell from a high altitude. He really fell asleep as soon as he said he would. He was impatient and wanted to do something beautiful.
Deep in a forest, a figure fell down, creating a shallow pit. The man was not dead, but was snoring. Not far away, a long sword was inserted into a bird's nest.
The bird that brushed past the sword chirped and cursed loudly, and soon locked onto the culprit and flew over to peck at the white clothes in protest.
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Yesterday, the news of someone flying with a sword and releasing strange clouds spread out, and people in and out of the streets were discussing it hotly. Flying is not uncommon among the people, and some capable reformers can do it through various means.
Before this piece of news could spread or brew, it was covered up by another piece of news. If we talk about the popularity and the topics that people like to talk about the most, the most popular one is the romantic affairs between men and women.
If on this basis, some special identities are added to the man and woman, such as the woman is the empress of the current dynasty and the man is a flying sword fairy, the speed of spread will be like a flood.
Li Changxiao woke up in the early morning and went to a nearby big city to ask for some food. He just sat down in a restaurant when he heard the storyteller next door talking about romantic affairs in a startling manner.
He ordered a bowl of white porridge and listened with great interest. Gradually, he felt something was wrong. Halfway through the story, he realized that it was yesterday's incident. He was immediately at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
Then he heard the storyteller shouting, saying that the empress was stunningly beautiful, and the sword fairy was so handsome that it made people jealous. He flew up to the sky, making countless people envious. As he was talking, the storyteller noticed Li Changxiao, slapped his thigh, almost jumped up, pointed at Li Changxiao and said excitedly: "Hey boy, you, you look very similar to the sword fairy, come up and show us, let us associate the two."
Li Changxiao's face twitched slightly, and everyone was paying attention. The storyteller stepped off the stage, half pushed and half pulled Li Changxiao onto the stage, pointed at his eyes and said, "That sword fairy has a pair of misty and springy eyes, and looks at people as if he is close yet distant, wanting to stay away and wanting to get close, making people anxious and worried. Look at how similar they are."
Li Changxiao was not cooperative and frowned deliberately to let the coldness dissipate.
The storyteller clapped his hands and jumped up excitedly, "Look, it looks even more like it."
"The book also says that when the swordsman frowned, his killing intent could not be revealed, but it flowed out like a gurgling stream, and killing people was just a matter of drawing and swinging the sword, which was elegant and graceful."
"Look, they are cut from the same mold."
As he spoke, the storyteller patted Li Changxiao's shoulder and laughed out loud.
“Like…really like!”
"Brother, you are blessed by God. You are so handsome. I am so jealous of you."
“I feel like it might be him.”
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Li Changxiao's resistance ended when the storyteller took out twenty copper coins.
This is not the first time he has chosen to sell his body for money.