Chapter 541 Storybook

There are eleven tombs of the God of Dreams. Venerable Fengxue has been to seven of them, and Li Changxiao has visited the remaining four one by one. But in this last one, the most important one, which must be the one that the God of Dreams has devoted the most effort to, he finally saw what he was doing and was amazed.

I just think that there are so many talents in this world, and their thoughts are so brilliant and brilliant.

Just by watching, he was shocked again and again. He made his country out of dreams and turned his country into dreams. This is his fairyland, which has been left for countless years and only exists in dreams.

After countless years, only a white-clothed man now witnessed this fantastic and magnificent fairyland in dreams with his own eyes.

Li Changxiao hovered in the air, quietly comprehending the fairyland in dreams and the tomb of the God of Dreams, which is more important than anything else. Every stroke and every thread of this hall is a concentration of the God of Dreams’ perception and understanding of dreams.

The person who has long passed away left this scene and this image, which may also mean to cross the long river of time, talk to future generations, and show off to future generations. It's a pity that most people in the world are trapped by the immediate interests and find it difficult to transcend the shackles, fly higher, and see the scenery hidden in the deepest.

Such a fairyland...

If you can have a peaceful life, even if no one remembers that he has been here, what can you do? ... Li Chang smiled and drank a sip of clear water, as if no one can perceive the dream, and no one knows that there is a person floating in the sky tonight.

He swam left and right, taking in everything in this dream mausoleum, every detail, every strand of silk, and remembering it in his heart.

When he felt that it was exquisite, he slapped his thigh and praised it, saying that the old predecessor was really amazing. There were also some stupid strokes, such as in some places, such a design might be more solid, or add a few changes. Thinking about it, he took control of "creation" and combined it with dream silk to weave it on the spot.

Soft cloud roots as bricks, condensed dream silk as beams, step by step, the lifelike palace gradually appeared in his hands.

With understanding and comprehension, he gradually realized that there are still many treasures in this dream mausoleum. Maybe they are not the most precious, but they are definitely the most proud of the God of Dreams.

For example, in a corner of the mausoleum, there is a dream locked, which the God of Dreams spent decades to condense. It is called "Eternal Spring Dream". The dream fell on a woman.

The woman blushed and later entered a red-powder restaurant and became a big courtesan.

Countless dreams are mixed.

Not only the God of Dreams is wonderful, he looked down and saw that the dreams of all living beings themselves were incomparably wonderful. During the day, they are just ordinary people. At night, the colorful colors in their hearts gradually spread in the dream.

Li Changxiao dug out another interesting dream in the depths of the layers, called "Dream in the Mountain". The dream stood between two mountains, which was an illusion. People who passed by this place would dream of a high mountain. The strange thing was that the mountain appeared out of thin air when they came here for the second time.

This mausoleum was so interesting. Li Changxiao twisted his hand suddenly, and a dream hovered in his palm. This dream was vague and illusory, called "The Dream of Preserving Youth". It was born from the thoughts of countless women, floating in the air, waiting for the lucky person to fall on his head and keep his youth.

Li Changxiao intercepted this dream with a selfish motive. He blew gently, and a breeze wrapped in the "Dream of Preserving Youth" blew towards the empress's bedroom. It was a parting gift, not a respectful gift.

Wang Ruyi woke up in a trance and looked at the bright moon. It seemed that someone was waving at her. It was like a dream, but not a dream. Finally, she closed her eyes and fell asleep again. Tomorrow, there are still a lot of government affairs that she needs to ask about one by one.

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Visiting the tomb of Meng Dao and gaining insights into Meng Dao, Li Changxiao gained a lot. If this tomb is compared to a clear spring, then Li Changxiao is a thirsty passerby. With a splash, he jumped into the clear spring and swam, sucking like a sponge.

In the dialogue between ancient and modern times, what Li Changxiao felt and understood may not be like magic weapons or magic, and it is immediately reflected, but it is definitely far more than that. However, he is a passerby after all, and this real treasure is left to the emperors here to slowly dig.

"Good dreams in the world, good dreams for the king."

Li Changxiao closed his eyes and fell from a high altitude. He really fell asleep as soon as he said he would. He was impatient and wanted to have a good dream.

In the depths of a certain forest, a figure fell down and smashed a shallow pit. The person was not dead, but he was snoring slightly. Not far away, a long sword was inserted into a bird's nest.

The bird that brushed past the long sword chirped and cursed very badly. It quickly locked onto the culprit and flew to peck at the white clothes in protest.

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Yesterday, the news that someone flew with a sword and released strange clouds spread out, and people in and out of the street were talking about it. Flying in the air is not uncommon among the people, and powerful reformers can also do one or two through various means.

This news was covered by another news before it spread and brewed. If we talk about the spread and the people’s favorite discussion, the first one is the love affairs between men and women.

If on this basis, some special identities are added to the man and woman, such as the woman is the current empress and the man is a flying sword fairy, the speed of spread is like a flood.

Li Changxiao woke up in the morning and went to a large city nearby to ask for some food. He just sat down in a restaurant and heard the storyteller next door telling the story of love affairs in a startled manner.

He ordered a bowl of white porridge and listened with great interest. Gradually, he felt something was wrong. Halfway through the story, he realized that it was yesterday's incident. He immediately didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He also heard the storyteller shouting one by one, saying that the empress was stunningly beautiful, and the sword fairy was so handsome that people were jealous. He flew up to the sky, and envied countless people. As he was talking, the storyteller noticed Li Changxiao, slapped his thigh, almost jumped up, pointed at Li Changxiao and said excitedly: "This boy, you, you look very similar to the sword fairy, come up and show us, let's associate."

Li Changxiao's face twitched slightly, and everyone was paying attention. The storyteller stepped down from the stage, half pushed and half pulled Li Changxiao onto the stage, pointed at his eyes, and said: "The swordsman has a pair of misty eyes that look like spring. He looks at people as if he is close and distant, and he wants to stay away and rely on him, which makes people worry about gains and losses. Look how similar they are."

Li Changxiao did not cooperate, and deliberately frowned to let the coldness dissipate.

The storyteller clapped his hands and jumped up excitedly, "Look, it's even more like him."

"The book also says that when the swordsman frowned, the killing intent could not be revealed, like a gurgling stream, and killing people was just a matter of drawing the sword, and he was handsome and elegant."

"Look, they are simply carved from the same mold."

As he said, the storyteller patted Li Changxiao's shoulder and laughed.

"Like...really like!"

"Brother, you are blessed by God. You are so handsome. I am so jealous."

"I feel like it might be him."

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Li Changxiao's resistance ended when the storyteller took out twenty copper coins.

It was not the first time that he chose to sell his body for money.