Drunk people are most afraid of the moment they wake up. People who have nightmares are most afraid of the moment they wake up.

The moment Zhao Xun woke up from the bed, he was covered in cold sweat.

His dreams were so real that sometimes he even doubted whether he was dreaming at all.

Why did he dream about this dream again and again?

Why does he always dream about this boy named Ural?

What's the connection?

Zhao Xun felt that he still needed to consult his mentor, Qinglian Taoist Priest Wu Quanyi.

If this continues, he will become crazy.

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Early the next morning, Zhao Xun set out for Leyouyuan.

After entering Qinglian Temple, he saw his mentor Wu Quanyi breathing in and out. Zhao Xun put on a smile and leaned over and said with a harmonious smile: "Teacher, you always get up so early."

Wu Quanyi opened his eyes, rolled his eyes at Zhao Xun and said, "Is this early? Look, it's already dawn."

Zhao Xun quickly explained the purpose of his visit: "The reason why my disciple came to bother my teacher so early is that he is really tormented by something. Do you still remember my bizarre dream? My disciple dreamed about it again last night."

"Huh? The one about the grassland sacrifice?"

"Yes."

Zhao Xun did not dare to have the slightest reservation, and said quickly: "When my disciple fell asleep last night, he entered that dream again. The magical thing is that it happened to be connected to the scene that ended last time. I saw that dream again.

Ural, the patriarch’s son, has completely entered his perspective this time.”

"hiss."

Qinglian Taoist Priest Wu Quanyi looked serious for a moment and gasped: "You mean you have completely turned into Ural? At least in the dream?"

"Yes."

Zhao Xun said decisively.

"Let me come and take a look."

Taoist Priest Qinglian stood up and approached Zhao Xun.

Zhao Xun quickly sat down and allowed Taoist Priest Qinglian to place his hand on his head.

Taoist Priest Qinglian took a deep breath and then entered Zhao Xun's sea of ​​consciousness.

This time Taoist Priest Qinglian was not only able to see chaos, he could even clearly see the fragments of Zhao Xun's dreams.

He saw the grassland tribe where Ural was located constantly turning westward and moving forward.

The road is long and seems to have no end.

Tired camels, horses, tired herdsmen.

Almost everyone has tiredness written on their faces.

The final scene is fixed in Yangguan.

Taoist Priest Qinglian's expression froze, and then he withdrew from Zhao Xun's sea of ​​consciousness.

"How are you, mentor? Have you seen it clearly this time?"

Zhao Xun asked quickly.

"See clearly."

Taoist Qinglian let out a long sigh and said, "They are migrating westward."

"Migrate westward?"

Zhao Xun asked.

"good."

Taoist priest Qinglian shook his head helplessly and said: "The purpose of moving west is to change places, and the reason why we change places is to survive. The grassland where they are located has become barren of grass due to severe drought, and the cattle, sheep, and horses have nothing to eat.

They will starve to death, and people will starve to death. They have no choice but to move westward."

The teacher's words made Zhao Xun fall into deep thought. If all this is true, wouldn't it prove that many tribal city-states in the Western Regions migrated from the grasslands?

Or maybe they have a lot of grassland people’s blood in their blood?

This seems to make sense.

"My mentor means that this joint attack on the Great Zhou Dynasty by the northern barbarians and the Western Regions has been planned for a long time. They are from the same clan and origin, so it is normal for them to reach an agreement."

"good."

Taoist Master Qinglian nodded and said: "They are indeed from the same sect. At first, I was still wondering why the two could be so synchronized. Now it seems that everything makes sense."

Wu Quanyi said with a helpless smile: "The last scene I saw was in Yangguan, which means they did leave the customs."

"I advise you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west."

Zhao Xun blurted out almost instinctively.

Taoist Priest Qinglian was stunned for a long time, then he opened and closed his lips and said, "What did you just say?"

"I urge you to have another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west..."

Zhao Xun was a little helpless, I am so talented, what should I do?

I blurt it out, is it so surprising?

"Good poetry, really good poetry."

Wu Quanyi's face was full of joy and he praised: "What a sentence to persuade you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west. It really describes the meaning of farewell to friends. Is there anything in the world that is more worthy of praise than friendship?

Woolen cloth?"

Zhao Xun thought to himself, where did he go?

"Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass."

Zhao Xun wanted to express himself, so he just said it casually.

Damn it!

At this time, Qinglian Taoist Master Wu Quanyi was completely petrified, just like a sculpture.

If he was just shocked just now, now he was looking at Zhao Xun like a monster.

One sentence of the poem is quite easy to understand, but this is followed by another sentence, which can only mean one thing, that is, the person who wrote the poem is really talented.

"Why does the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not blow through Yumen Pass. Why does the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not blow through Yumen Pass..."

He repeatedly recited these two lines of poetry read by Zhao Xun, and for a while he didn't know what to evaluate.

"My good disciple, no wonder the mountain leader said that you are a Wenqu star who came to earth. Such a great talent, you really are a Wenqu star."

Taoist Priest Qinglian stroked his beard and said very proudly: "You really have accepted a good disciple as a master. Haha, you will have no regrets in taking a disciple away from my uncle."

What Taoist Priest Qinglian said is actually true.

If he had been a step too late, Yuan Tiangang, that awesome old Taoist priest, would definitely not be satisfied with just accepting Zhao Xun as his adopted son.

Accepting Zhao Xun as your adopted son was a no-brainer, it was the next best option.

There are better choices, why didn’t Yuan Tiangang choose them?

But I have to say that Zhao Xun is indeed a son of luck. There is no one else who can be favored by so many people at the same time, and so many big guys want to take him as their disciple at the same time.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, my teacher really did not misjudge the person."

Wu Quanyi admired Zhao Xun like a treasure, which made Zhao Xun's skin crawl.

"Well, my mentor... let's get back to business, let's talk about this dream of mine."

Zhao Xun was obviously more concerned about that bizarre dream.

After all, this dream is related to Dazhou's next battle.

It is not an easy task to fight against the northern barbarians and the western Hu tribe at the same time.

If the two are from the same sect and are colluding with each other, then they are really in serious trouble.

"Well, what did Master just say?"

"Uh...you just said that the two have the same origin..."

Zhao Xun reminded.

"Yep..."

Taoist Master Qinglian slapped his head and said: "The two have the same origin, so they must be of the same mind. So we must separate them and not let them join forces. If the two sides join forces, it will be doomed for us."

disaster."

The truth is this...
To be continued...