At the gate of the North Courtyard, which was flooded by water, Zhou Changsheng raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly, then pushed the door open and entered.

But after pushing open the door, he entered not the North Courtyard, but a dark and hazy cave, with a few candlelight swaying in the distance.

Without any observation or pause, Zhou Changsheng strode forward, and before a candlelight, he sat cross-legged under him and practiced with his eyes closed, saying, "Master, can you help me borrow the power of the unreturned monument and let me use the method of dreaming to escape into my junior brother's dream?"

Liu Yunxiao opened his eyes and said lightly: "What happened again?"

"The locust plague in Langzhou, but the postman who came to report the news seemed to be staggered with his senior brother. He sighed that the postman sacrificed halfway through and didn't know what the situation in Langzhou is now. I plan to go into my junior brother's dream and tell him about this, and let him tell his senior brother to go to Langzhou as soon as possible."

Liu Yunxiao frowned slightly, then shook his hand, and a candle suddenly lit up in the darkness.

"Just just remind you, you are not a monument keeper, and you will be under tremendous pressure by borrowing the power of not returning to the monument."

Zhou Changsheng smiled and said, "I know."

After saying that, he walked under the newly lit candlelight, sat down cross-legged, pinched his hands and closed his eyes.

After seeing him for a moment, Liu Yunxiao was about to close his eyes and continue practicing... or continue to appreciate something that he felt was wrong recently.

Just as he closed his eyes, he heard a muffled groan. When he opened his eyes, he saw Zhou Changsheng bleeding in his seven orifices and falling down in a daze. The candle fire above Zhou Changsheng's head suddenly became enormous, and it leaked like lava!

"Eternal life!"

Liu Yunxiao hurriedly swung a sword light to cut off the candlelight, threw himself to Zhou Changsheng and checked, then frowned: "This is the backlash of luck that can affect the power of the unreturned monument... Is A Mian so lucky?"

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Wu Mian, who was sleeping in a daze, suddenly felt his body tremble. Before he could react, he saw himself coming to a dark place, and his heart suddenly became tight.

I dreamed of the underworld again?

After looking around, he found that this dark and dull place was not as sensation as he was pulled down when he dreamed of the underworld, but more of a kind of comfortable and quietness.

After a moment of confusion, Wu Mian wondered why he had such a dream. He suddenly saw a person slowly walking out of the darkness. His facial features and elegant temperament were clearly Zhou Changsheng.

"Senior Brother Third?"

After blinking, Wu Mian was about to say something, but suddenly he saw Zhou Changsheng's face showing panic and then bleeding from his seven orifices.

"Ba,ba,ba..."

The alarm clock on the watch rang, and Wu Mian, who was sleeping very sweetly, flipped off the alarm clock and sat up in a daze, then suddenly widened his eyes.

"I seemed to dream of the third senior brother last night... Hiss~ How great is it to dream of the beauty, I actually dreamed of the third senior brother..."

After shaking his head, Wu Mian frowned again.

He didn't remember the dream last night very clearly, but he just vaguely remembered that something seemed to have happened to Zhou Changsheng.

"But what was that accident? I only remember it seems very scary... But few people can remember it clearly... Tsk! He has such a high cultivation level and is in Changshang. With a master on his back, it shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Whispering, Wu Mian got up and walked out of the room.

Since the alarm clock he adjusted was Maozheng, it was still a little dark outside the thatched cottage, but a slight ray of light could be seen in the sky to the east, and soon the whole world would be completely lit up.

Listening to the chirping of the birds, Wu Mian stretched and felt refreshed.

This was the first time he had a so sweet sleep in more than half a month. He either spent it on a carriage or was wading on the water. Many times, when he was tired, he just found a place to lie down and fell asleep. When he woke up, he hurriedly rushed on his way.

"This is life!"

He sighed, and he heard the sound of opening the door. When he turned around, he saw Dongfang Hong pushing open the door of the cottage, yawned and walked out, and said sleepyly: "You got up quite early."

Wu Mian smiled and said, "You are not the same."

"If you don't get up early, the master will talk again, there is nothing you can do." After Dongfang Hong yawned, he walked to the water tank outside the thatched cottage, took water, brushed his teeth, rinsed his mouth and washed his face.

Wu Mian also walked over to wash up and asked, "Where is Mr. Zhuge? Did he come back last night?"

"I haven't come back, but he asked Wangcai to notify me and asked us to go to Qingye Town to wait for him. We will set out to Langzhou at the time of Si."

Wu Mian nodded and then asked, "Who is Wangcai?"

"A bird, right, that one on the roof."

Wu Mian was stunned for a moment, and after looking at the roof of the hut, he saw a crow tilting his head to look at him and Dongfang Hong. There were no other birds on the roof of the hut except it.

Is the crow called Wangcai?

“Wow~Wow~”

Under Wu Mian's gaze, the crow suddenly started to scream.

"I know, I know." Dongfang Hong sighed impatiently, then walked into the room, took out a handful of peas and threw them on the roof: "Eat it, don't yell when you're full, and don't bother with noise."

After saying disgusted, Dongfang Hong looked at Wu Mian: "What should I eat in the morning? I can cook at most porridge, and the others will either go to the town to eat later."

"Then let's eat porridge."

After cooking firewood and porridge, they made a bowl of porridge and started eating, but there were no side dishes.

As he ate, Wu Mian felt a little bored and was familiar with Dongfang Hong. He planned to communicate better in the future, so he smiled:

"Young Master Dongfang, yesterday you said that there is no round light illusion mind technique. It was developed by a strange man in your sect based on the principle of external imaging of the round light technique based on the principle of illusion and sect spells. What does this sect mean? Can't you perform sect without sects?"

Dongfang Hong paused and stared at Wu Mian for a moment, and said, "The Dharma lineage is the same as the Daotong, and they are both inherited from the same lineage. Only after entering the sect, paying homage to the master, and informing the predecessors of this sect can he be qualified to be included in the Dharma lineage and Daotong."

"Many spells cannot be cast without the Dharma lineage, especially some exquisite and profound spells, which all involve some mysteries of this magic lineage. Perhaps the effect is similar, but the usage is completely different. Just like I will never have the heavenly senses of your Haotian Gate, and you will never have the whim of our Taixuan Gate."

"Didn't your master tell you when you became a disciple?"

Wu Mian shook his head: "I haven't said it."

Wu Mian's decisive answer made Dongfang Hong stunned for a moment, and sighed and said, "How could Brother Changsheng have such an ignorant junior brother?"

After sighing, he saw Wu Mian looking at him straight, and could only sigh again and said, "If you are interested, I will tell you now."

After Wu Mian nodded, he said: "The profound magic of all the magical veins in the world is related to the predecessors of his magical veins, and they need to use the names of those seniors. If there is no such name, the magic will not succeed."

Wu Mian asked: "In the name of seniors? Why do you need to use the name of seniors? Do they have any power to stay in the world?"

Dongfang Hong frowned: "I haven't finished talking yet, why are you talking... Forget it, I'm just about to say this now."

"Borrowing the name of the seniors is not the power of the seniors. Those seniors may have passed away for a long time and cannot still leave their power. However, their names have long been known to everyone, respected by all the people, and have been integrated into the human fortune. For example, Confucius and Mencius from Haotianmen, and Lao Zhuang from our Taixuanmen."

"As the descendants of their Dharma lineage, we can use their names to inspire human qi, which is why we need to be a master. The skills we practice after the entry are more in line with the skills of those senior masters, and can induce human qi that combines their names to perform profound and profound magic."

"Even if those who have not learned to learn from their masters, even if they have given them the wonderful methods of enlightenment, they can only watch and will never be able to practice anything in their entire lives... or become a poor and unreasonable side-door."

"So that's it. You and Mr. Zhuge are still descendants of Taixuanmen..."

Wu Mian sighed and suddenly became stunned: "Taixuanmen? I have practiced the Four Symbol Protection Method of Your Taixuanmen!"

Dongfang Hong smacked his lips: "That method borrows the power of the Four Symbols, not the power of the seniors of Taixuanmen. What's so strange about you being able to practice it? Of course, it would be strange if the people from Leiyin Temple could practice it. They would not have the theory of the Four Symbols, and it would be impossible to practice it... In the future, it might be possible, if among their bald people, who are proficient in the theory of the Four Symbols, and then become famous and integrate into human fortune."
Chapter completed!