Chapter 25 The First Dream

After a few days of turning around between hope and disappointment, Ning Que was feeling a little unhappy, and then he stopped thinking about it. Whether it was happy or unhappy, it was very suitable to drink and make a drunken meal. Sangsang's illness happened to be the same as two ice branches this night. So the master and servant opened a can of strong wine and drank it happily.

Most of the little maids drank a large jar of strong wine, but Ning Que was the one who fell down first. Sangsang struggled to move him to the mat, then lifted the bedding and put it in, and got in, habitually stuffed his feet into his arms.

Accompanied by the fragrance of wine, Ning Que had a dream.

In his dream, he felt that the warm sea appeared next to him again, but this time he did not reach out to catch it like before, but found that he could only make a fuss in vain. It should be the words of the old man Lu Qingchen who worked. This time he knew very well that he was dreaming, so he stood in that warm sea, looking at everything in front of him calmly like a stranger or a bystander.

He smiled and remembered a sentence in the dream: "Everything is an illusion, and I can't scare me."

Perhaps because of unprecedented calmness, Ning Que saw the appearance of the ocean in his dream very clearly. The boundless sea that occupied all the space was not blue but green, with a very deep tone but extremely transparent, like a piece of crystal clear jade.

Standing on this green sea, he did not bend down and reach out to catch the slowly flowing green, but looked at it quietly, guessing in his heart where they would flow to and what shape they would change into next moment.

Two white flowers suddenly grew in the green sea. The petals were snow-white, without a trace of variegated color, nor did the common silk cores of ordinary flowers, but monotonous and boring white.

The sea water slapped the roots of the white flowers. If they had roots, under the nourishment of the green sea water, the two white flowers grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The petals fell off and fell on the sea surface and turned into new white flowers. In this way, the white flowers quickly expanded, occupying all the sea surface in his sight and extending to the sky.

Ning Que looked at such a magical scene, his mind was shaking and unable to rest. So he stepped up to the flower and walked towards the horizon with his petals. His barefoot touched the delicate white petals, and he bounced up and fell slightly, feeling soft, tender and very wonderful.

In the carriage beside the field, Ning Que was lying on the mattress, and the mattress on his body had been lifted up halfway. His forehead was covered with sweat, and he was holding a pair of small feet tightly in his arms. The skin on the little maid's feet was much better than other parts of his body. It was as white as snow, and looked like two shiny little white flowers.

He frowned and curled his lips from time to time, not knowing what he was thinking in the dream, his feet were stomping in the mattress, not knowing where he touched it, feeling very comfortable, with a satisfied expression on his face and no longer moving.

His mind was gradually getting confused. Ning Que had long forgotten that he was in a dream. His mind was shaking but he was walking on the sea very calmly, walking among the white flowers like the sea. Suddenly, his heart moved, and his whole body slowly drifted away from the petals and flew quickly to the high altitude on the sea.

When he flew to a very high place, he lowered his head and looked down. He saw that the white flowers on the green ocean had disappeared. He could vaguely see a layer of red plane deep in the sea, extending in all directions.

He broke through the sea and dived into the depths of the green ocean.

I don't know how long he had been diving, but he finally saw the layer of red - a layer of viscous deep red slurry, with endless blood, like tomato sauce, but more like blood that was about to solidify.

The blood suddenly broke the calm and became boiling. Countless humans without facial features slowly stood up, then fell down, stood up again and fell down again. They struggled, howling silently, but no matter how they struggled, the film on their facial features always imprisoned them in the eternal and quiet blood-colored world.

A trace of fear in the deepest part of life slowly and unstoppable occupied Ning Que's body, turning him into a stone sculpture, and stood ignorantly by the sea of ​​red blood, watching those silent cruel scenes.

The bloody ocean turned into land, and there was also a sky.

Ning Que stood between the sky and the ground and found himself on the wasteland. There were countless corpses undulating under his feet and in the distance. The corpses included cavalry from the Tang Empire, warriors from the Yuelun Kingdom, crossbow soldiers from the Southern Jin Dynasty, and many elite cavalry from the grassland barbarians. Countless blood flowed out from under the soldiers, dyeing the entire wasteland red.

Three black smoke and dust scattered steadily in front of the wasteland, looking at this place coldly, as if there was life.

"It's going to be dark."

"I said it was going dark, but no one ever believed me."

A man said in Ning Que's ear with a contemptuous tone. Ning Que turned around suddenly and did not see who was talking, but saw many people looking up at the sky. Among those, there were hawkers with confusion, officials with unwilling faces, timid ladies, and monks with crazy laughter. No matter what the difference in their clothes and expressions were, these people had one common characteristic, that is, they all raised their heads high, like fat goose waiting to be fed.

Countless people on the wasteland looked up at the sky in horror. Ning Que subconsciously looked at their eyes and found that it was still daylight at this time because there was a blazing sun hanging above the sky. But for some reason, the temperature on the wasteland was very low, the sun was very dim, and the sky and the earth were as dark as night was about to come.

A piece of black spread from the other end of the line of heaven and earth. There was nothing special about it, but it was absolutely black, just like the white flowers he saw at the beginning of the dream, without any variegation, it was the darkest part of the human dream.

People who look at the sky are very scared, Ning Que is very scared, and they don’t know why they are scared.

Ning Que looked around and looked for the person who had spoken to him before, wanting to ask the person what had happened and why the sky turned dark. However, no matter how he looked, he couldn't find the person. He only vaguely saw a very tall back passing through the crowd and walking outside the wasteland.

He shouted loudly at the tall back: "Hey! Is it you? What's going on!"

The tall man did not turn around and left the crowd with his back was extremely desolate until he disappeared. Ning Que's shouts alarmed the people on the wasteland who looked up at the sky. Someone complained: "It's going to be dark. If you don't watch it carefully, you have to disturb our last moment of peace. It's such a disgusting little thing."

There were a few people who complained. Most people in the wasteland looked back at the sky and looked at Ning Que in surprise. The expressions in their eyes changed strangely. Some were becoming more and more shocked, some became more and more hot, and some even slowly shed tears. An alcoholic and a butcher stood beside Ning Que and looked at him quietly, as if waiting for him to say something. All these eyes gathered on Ning Que, as if he represented some hope.

The feeling of being looked at by the whole world is strange, and the feeling of being regarded as hope is strange. Ning Que felt that he became great, noble and even sacred in an instant, but he was just an ordinary person, and he had no idea what was going on in Jiangye's world, so he was very scared and palpitations so hard that his chest was so painful.
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