PFC Chapter 358 Zhuang Sheng’s Dream (Added)
Chapter 358 Zhuang Sheng’s Dream (Added)
"I'm looking for her to see how her hands are doing, aren't they swollen..."
Wen Zhuo: "It must be swollen... swollen????"
Wen Zhuo answered the call very smoothly. After finishing the answer, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
"You, why do you care about Wan He's hand?" When it was broken, he said, Wan He beat him like that, which good person's head can be saved?
Is it broken?
Poor junior brother, such a talented junior brother, his brain has been screwed up...
Wen Zhuo's pitiful eyes were full of compassion, but Lian Jing was looking for Wan He everywhere: "Where is she..."
Wen Zhuo pointed to the sky: "I'm going up there, I'm going to fight with Tiandao!
Well, people in the entire Snowy Region are crazy..."
Wan He went out as fast as two kicks flying into the sky. Even so, he couldn't catch up with Yan Mo's speed.
The flames disappeared into the clouds in the blink of an eye, and the sound of the flute spread to the earth. Everything that was originally destroyed by the wrath of heaven stayed in place.
The tree was half broken and stopped in mid-air. The trunk was bent in one direction and kept that arc.
Except for the people inside the barrier who can move normally, everything outside the barrier remains static, as if time has stopped and everything is frozen at this moment.
When Wei Wei and Song Zhi got together, they were filled with emotion.
"The domain master's dream of Zhuang Sheng has actually reached the tenth level. If everyone in the world is saved, they will only regard it as a dream!"
Even if I die, I won't be panicked anymore. It's all just a dream.
Songzhi nodded: "Ah Mo, was originally a cultivator of Tianding. He cultivated the Tianluo Divine Way. Everything in the world, all living beings in the three realms, and the six paths of reincarnation were all opened and created by the Divine Way!"
Yao Wei was shocked. He had never heard Song Zhi commenting on Yan Mo like this.
It was the first time that he heard everything about Yan Mo from Song Zhi. In the past, his knowledge of Yan Mo was limited to Qu Xun Zhenren's favorite disciple, the proud son of the Kunlun Snow Region, and the only music cultivator in the world of cultivation.
"Shinto..." Shinto, they are immortals, Yan Mo turned out to be Shinto.
No wonder Yan Mo dared to challenge Tiandao. No wonder they were all defeated by Yan Mo. No wonder they couldn't catch up with Yan Mo's cultivation no matter how hard they chased after them.
They were not on the same level from the beginning...
No, the end point is not the same level. The third heaven is immortals, the sixth heaven is true immortals, the ninth heaven is mysterious immortals, and further up, after the twelfth heaven, it is the world of gods.
It’s just that the gods of the divine world died many years ago, and the twelve heavens were closed, leaving only the ninth heaven, and only the ninth heaven was the highest state.
As we flew, the sky brightened, the dark clouds dispersed, the thunder and lightning disappeared, the wind stopped, and the rain stopped.
The change happened in an instant, in the blink of an eye, as if everything he had just experienced was a dream. Wan He was in a trance, suddenly stopped, and looked at Yan Yi who was coming next with confused eyes.
"Fifth Senior Brother, I seem to be dreaming..."
Yan Yi raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Well, it's just a dream. This is Master's 'Zhuang Sheng's Dream'."
Wan He tilted his head, trying to sort out his thoughts, whether everything happened first, or whether everything happened after hearing Yan Mo's dream of Zhuang Sheng.
"Fifth Senior Brother, Little Junior Sister, you are flying too fast. It's already dawn. Do we still want to chase you?" Yan Dan shouted at the top of his voice and approached, and others followed suit.
"Ding~~"
The sound of Qingyue's flute suddenly sounded above everyone's heads.
"Master?" Yan Zhong cupped his fists.
A group of disciples stood in line: "Master!"
Wan He raised his head, Yan Mo's eyelashes were thick and drooping, the Xuan flute was placed horizontally beside his lips, his fingertips slowly pressed the sound holes, two strands of black hair hung on both sides of the ears, the bangs on the temples undulated, and the long eyebrows entered the temples.
The robes are flying sideways, not stained by dust, and the face is deserted, as if a god has descended.
Yan Mo is very good-looking, but at this moment, Wan He is in awe of him, and looking directly at him is like blaspheming the gods.
She lowered her head and looked down at all living beings, all living beings, and everything.
Sunshine, breeze, green mountains, green water, big trees, grass, flowers, spiritual birds...
Recovered as before, even more brand-new than before, the old man took the children and opened the windows and walked out of the house, kneeling down in the direction where they were.
The world begins to have sounds, colors, and vitality.
It was clearly noon time, and it made people feel like it was dawn.
Yan Mo's Zhuang Sheng's dream is so powerful that it suddenly changes people's perception and turns noon into morning.
Flowers are blooming, snow-capped mountains are melting, migratory birds are migrating, and spiritual power is spreading from the ground. This is a brand new world, a world of immortality full of hope.
Even Wan He seemed to have just re-recognized the world.
It turns out that every plant and tree here has its own splendor blooming.
A flower and a sword, in a world of wind and snow, in a chaotic world, I am in a dream in this life, the past is misty and cloudy, the moon is in the clouds, the sun is in the sky, one person and one horse, traveling thousands of miles across mountains and rivers...
"Little junior sister?" Yan Yi's voice woke her up in time.
"What's wrong with me?"
She looked at the sword transformed from the Tianhua Umbrella in her hand, and the pink halo could not hide the dense sword intent.
"Good fellow, little junior sister, you just held the sword, with a high-spirited look on your face, as if you were going to fight. You were so heroic and heroic. If the fifth senior brother hadn't caught you in time, I don't know where you were going to fly!"
Yan Dan looked at her with a suppressed smile, and Wan He was surprised. Just now she really felt a whole new world unfolding before her eyes in the sound of Yan Mo's flute.
On the empty plain, on the top of the snow-capped mountains, a man and a horse are galloping freely, holding a sword in their left hand and holding flowers in their right hand. The evening breeze makes wine, and they wield swords to the end of the world.
"Where's Master?" She eagerly looked for Yan Mo's hosta-green figure.
"Xiao Qi is looking for a teacher?" A voice mixed with a chuckle sounded from behind.
Wan He suddenly turned around: "Master, I want to practice music, I want to be a music practitioner!"
Her eager voice made everyone's expressions change.
Yan Dan's expression was complicated: "No, little junior sister, you, you have cultivated both alchemy and talismans, aren't you tired?"
Yan Yang: "Yes, yes, but you can leave a way for the senior brothers to survive?"
Yan Tong clapped her hands happily: "That's great, great, senior sister, I finally have a partner to play with!"
The sound of the flute dissipates, the rays of light shine everywhere, a dream passes, and thousands of fates change. After all, it is Yanmo, which can resist the way of heaven, but can also shake people's minds.
Wan He realized that the meaning of sound cultivation, the horror of sound cultivation, and the power of sound cultivation can penetrate into the depths of a person's heart and give him a city, a horse, a sailing boat, a dream, a pursuit, an experience, and a sense of nothingness. Regretful life is all between the melodious music.
The strength of music cultivation, the artistic conception of music cultivation, and the attainments of music cultivation are far beyond comparison with other aspects.
The sea rises from the flat ground, and a mirage is drawn with a raised hand. A hundred years of life and death, the four seasons are weak in spring and autumn.
Wan He understood clearly in an instant.
Yan Mo slightly raised his eyebrows and looked at his young apprentice: "You don't want to use your suona to learn music from my master, do you?"