Shenjing of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the palace of the Duke of Wei.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak..."

"Quack...Quack...Quack..."

Cicadas and frogs croaked incessantly in the small courtyard outside.

Although the sound is extremely noisy, it makes people feel drowsy and sleepy. This is the tranquility of summer nights.

In the boudoir of a small building, on a mahogany bed, a young girl dressed in prostitution was leaning on a white porcelain pillow.

He curled up into a ball and hugged himself, his long and narrow eyelashes trembled slightly, and his smile showed two dimples, as if he was sitting in some sweet dream.

In a dream.

The mottled ancient city and the old stone streets.

The dead trees on both sides of the street were covered with snow, and the branches were bent like pear blossoms in full bloom.

In the dream, the girl was wearing gorgeous clothes and light makeup, sitting in a sedan chair, and her acupoints were pressed so that she could not move.

But one can see the bright moon hanging high on the city wall, an immortal's sword shining like a wheel, and the shadow of the sword carrying the moonlight all over the sky.

"Flying Fairy from Heaven!"

A sword flower bloomed, and the heavy snow on the street melted.

Osmanthus trees all over the street are in full bloom at the same time, and the fragrance of flowers lingers in the long street and fills the ancient city.

This sword not only melted the ice, snow and frost on the street, but also bloomed the sweet-scented osmanthus along the street.

The flower seems to have bloomed into my heart, and I can smell the clear floral fragrance even in my dreams.

The sword fairy on the city wall stepped down and was already standing in front of the sedan. The young sword fairy opened the curtain of the sedan and turned his head to look at the girl.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled, and then they disappeared like smoke.

The scene freezes, and the girl in the sedan feels lost.

He seemed to know that this was a dream, and that he was about to wake up from the dream.

This was not the first time that Li Ronger had such a dream, nor was it the first time that she had dreamed of this scene.

This scene seems to have become the most beautiful scene in his life, and it is also a nightmare that he can never escape from.

But today was different. He seemed to be trapped in this dream, repeating this scene several times in a row.

Until the last time, he discovered that a woman he had never seen appeared on the laurel tree on the long street in his dream.

This woman was not dressed like a Central Plains person. She was wearing a red gauze as thin as cicada wings in the ice and snow, which could not cover her graceful figure, just like a flame in the cold winter.

She is so hot and enchanting that even Li Ronger, who is also a woman, feels afraid to look directly at her.

He sat in the ice and snow and looked at Li Ronger.

"Li Rong'er."

"You are indeed naturally charming. Even immortals have fallen in love with you."

Li Rong'er saw the moonlight falling and she was holding a copy of "The Legend of the Sword Immortal" in her hand, reading it with gusto.

Li Rong'er suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "Don't read this evil book again, put it away quickly."

The enchanting woman raised her head, looked at her with a smile and said.

"Oh, is it so?"

"I found this thing under your bed. The footers are wrinkled. It seems that the owner of this book has read it a lot."

The other party asked her teasingly: "You think so? Li Rong'er."

Li Rong'er's face turned red with embarrassment. She felt that she had no secrets in front of this woman.

It is able to see through the deepest secrets of one's heart and know everything one thinks and thinks.

Li Ronger argued.

"Everything written in the book is false."

"What happened inside never happened."

At this moment, the goddess of joy suddenly disappeared from the tree and appeared behind Li Ronger.

He put it next to his ear, and the breath he let out slightly passed Li Rong behind his ear.

"Then why in your dream, when I saw Xianmen lifting the curtain of the sedan chair, you had that amazing look in your eyes."

The sound that seemed to be scratching the heart and lungs resounded and echoed in the bottom of my heart.

"You saw it too!"

"Every time you dream back at midnight, do you always think that the immortal has also been tempted by you?"

The hand of the Goddess of Joy touched Li Rong'er's body from behind, and her hand penetrated in as if ignoring the clothes, all the way from the lower abdomen to the cheek.

Da Huanxi hugged Li Rong'er's neck, and the two figures were close to each other and faintly overlapped.

"Are you secretly happy in your heart and thinking about it?"

Li Rong'er trembled, and then asked after a long time.

"Xianmen?"

The Goddess of Great Joy: "Don't you know? Daojun Kongchen is just his Taoist name in this life."

"Looking at this name, maybe it was just a name he picked when he was bored in the world of games. The world is empty and the world is empty, just like the swordsmanship that is jokingly called the Flying Immortal."

"Its real name is Xianmen. In the ancient wilderness, when the human race was still chaotic and ignorant, it already existed in this world."

"No one knows when he appeared in this world, and no one knows where he came from."

Li Ronger already felt something was wrong and asked about the phantom of the demon behind him.

"Who are you?"

After a sweet smile, the Great Joyful Heaven said: "My name is the Great Joyful Heaven, the supreme heaven outside the heaven, the god who bestows ultimate joy to all living beings in the world."

"I can know whatever is on your mind."

"I can also satisfy everything you want."

Li Rong'er's mind was agitated, and the Great Joyful Heaven overlapped even more closely with his figure.

He seemed to be rubbing his head against Li Rong'er's ears, and the enchanting voice echoed in his heart.

"It's just that the immortal cuts off love and desires, and cuts off the cause and effect of right and wrong."

"He is not a tender and infatuated man in the world, but a ruthless immortal."

"What you ask for is not received, and what you pray for is not answered."

"There is only one ending for you..."

All the surrounding scenes changed instantly.

The original ancient long street became the imperial city of Shenjing and the front of the Golden Palace.

Li Ronger had seen this place before and followed her father to the palace to meet the concubines and her sister.

But at this moment, there were raging fires all around. The Golden Palace was burned into ruins by the fire, and the sky was sealed by golden divine light and golden seals of spells.

When Li Rong'er raised her head, she saw Dao Lord Kongchen standing in front of the sea of ​​fire, his eyes reflecting the raging flames and burned ruins.

It was the first time that she stood so close to Lord Kongchen, and she nervously stepped forward to say something.

The immortal's eyes looked at her calmly, and the sword light flickered.

He lowered his head again, and the fairy sword had already passed through his chest, and dark red blood flowed out of his chest, dyeing his clothes red.

Li Ronger opened her mouth wide, and the severe pain caused her to lose strength and almost kneel on the ground.

He weakly supported the immortal on his shoulders and looked up at him.

"What's this?"

There is no ruthlessness, no hatred and sadness on the face of Kongchen Daojun.

His eyes were as calm as the breeze blowing on his face.

He didn't know that this was the scene where Lord Kongchen killed Li Qingchen, the True Lord of Xuanzhu Huode, in the divine capital, but it was used by the Great Goddess of Joy to break Li Ronger's mind and plant a wisp of inner demons into Li Ronger.

within the mind and will of the person, so as to achieve the purpose of controlling it.

The sweet laughter of the Goddess of Joy echoed in the anxious air, and the dream shattered into darkness.

Li Ronger woke up from her dream in horror.

The fine sweat on his forehead wetted his temples, and his beautiful long hair stuck to his face.

He looked to the left and right, and everything was as usual.

The cicadas and frogs were still chirping in the small courtyard outside the window, and everything just happened was just a weird and absurd dream.

It's a pity that this dream is too real. The last scorching sea of ​​fire and the pain of a sword piercing the heart are all so clear.
To be continued...