There is no sun in the sky, and I don’t know where the light comes from, which makes the entire world of landscape and ink painting clear.

The flying geese flying south in the distant sky are like two strokes on paper, waving their wings.

The current location should be in the suburbs.

Because Zhao Rong is surrounded by lush ink-colored trees, it is automatically in the wind.

Occasionally, some small animals made of ink jumped and disappeared.

A vibrant atmosphere, although it only has black and white colors.

Zhao Rong thought for a while, opened his right hand palm, and the next second, a brush suddenly appeared on his hand out of thin air.

He smiled softly, and it was OK.

But there are some rules that require them to explore slowly.

Zhao Rong grabbed the brush and drew an orchid boat in an understatement, landing straight on the stream, splashing ink water.

He climbed onto the orchid boat, held up the long pole, and walked over the water.

Follow the water to explore this dream.

As Zhao Rong knows, dreams are a kind of satisfaction of objective wishes and a reaction to subconscious content... Well, speaking human words means having whatever you want, especially things and people you always think about on weekdays.

Of course, there are some deeper mysteries.

Zhao Rong looked around.

So, Qingjun and Xiaoxiao are not in the dream... Cough cough, the husband who can do whatever he wants is here.

He drove on the orchid boat for a long time.

There are still wilderness scenery around.

The fragrant grass and trees are colorful.

Just when Zhao Rong was thinking about whether to show another flying sword and whether he could fly on the sword.

The stream just reached the corner torrent.

Lanzhou crossed this corner safely

The vision suddenly became clear.

In front of Zhao Rong, the land was flat and wide, the houses were arranged very neatly, with fields, ponds, and fruit trees.

The fields are well-connected, and the villagers come and go in the fields, farming and working.

Some old people sit quietly on crutches, while some children play and run around.

This scene of dark and bright flowers.

It is like a pleasant pastoral scenery in the Peach Blossom Land.

Zhao Rong was slightly confused.

These are scenes he had never seen and had imagined for his longing for, so why did they still appear in his dreams?

Zhao Rong blinked.

Could it be that there is a noble sentiment of retiring to the countryside and being indifferent to fame and fortune in subconsciously?

Why didn't he know?

But even if I have thought about retiring, I should have dreamed of the place where Zhongnan Kingdom, well, another 18-person beautiful concubine...

What the hell are these strange scenery?

When the boat reached the shore, Zhao Rong got off the boat and walked into this pastoral countryside.

Unexpectedly, the villagers in these villages were doing their own things and ignored him.

It seemed as if Zhao Rong did not exist, without any reaction.

He observed the villagers who were drawn by these ink strokes.

The specific appearance and expression cannot be seen very clearly. Only the facial lines outlined by these ink can be roughly seen with some appearance characteristics and expressions.

Zhao Rong touched his face.

I guess he should be like this.

Zhao Rong sighed softly, and his handsome face was hidden again.

He looked at this strange village for a while, with a radius of dozens of miles, and it seemed that there was only one place that was crowded.

This dream is a bit strange.

At this moment.

Zhao Rong Sisai's eyes suddenly paused and stopped on a building in the middle of the village.

It was a building that was completely different from the simple houses in the village.

He felt that it should appear in Confucian academies, the Imperial College of Yamashita, or the home-school private schools of the scholarly family.

Because this is a regular and square school.

Rigorous and solemn, elegant and generous.

It is incompatible with the pastoral style like the peach blossom springs around it.

But it just appeared.

Zhao Rong approached and observed with great interest.

On the road, sometimes some villagers he accidentally met seemed to have not seen Zhao Rong and left numbly.

Not long.

Zhao Rong walked around this strange school.

He couldn't help but smile.

This school, which looks tall, sturdy and rigorous, has no door for entry and exit.

Just on the west side, a small window opened.

Zhao Rong went to the west window and looked inward.

In Mingchang, an old master was teaching a group of children.

The old master couldn't see the specific face clearly, but he saw that he was tall and tall, with his hands behind his back, holding a ruler in his hand, and patrolling the school, looking serious.

It reminded Zhao Rong of Mr. Fang who beat him when he was a child.

As for these children, they are about eight or nine years old, about twenty.

The school seems to be in class.

The tall and thin old master was writing on the podium.

The children below were listening attentively.

Like the villagers in the village outside, they are doing their jobs and ignore a certain head that appears outside the window.

Zhao Rong observed for a while and found that except for the school and the village style that did not match the architecture and the building was unavailable, there seemed to be nothing else strange.

He swayed in front of the window and ignored him.

Zhao Rong looked around and was idle, and carefully observed the children in the school who were about the same age as him at this time.

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He remembered Qingjun's appearance when he was young, as for Xiaoxiao... well, he should still be a furry little fire fox, jumping around Qiantang Mountain.

So, what kind of strange dream is this?

Do whatever you want.

Zhao Rong curled his lips and glanced at the school again.

These twenty-one children were wearing uniform school uniforms.

In fact, there are twenty little boys, the only little girl, who has her horns, but she looks very rigid.

The little girl in the head seems to be a senior in the school who is similar to the class monitor, and she also has a small ruler on her hand.

At this moment, she seemed to be following the old master's instructions and leaving her seat to collect homework from her classmates.

The little girl in the corner is very scheming and has a scheming behavior.

The same seems to be true for blurred expressions.

The little girl in the head brought her homework to the podium. She was respectful to the tall and thin old master, and even Zhao Rong's opinion was a little too respectful.

At this moment, the tall and thin old master seemed to be giving some instructions.

The little girl in the horn was standing with her hands behind her back, standing straight, listening carefully to the admonition...

Zhao Rong was observing outside for a while and was a little bored.

I glanced at the little girl in the school who had some familiar behavior patterns.
To be continued...