Chapter 120 My dear, I killed someone in my dream In a blink of an eye, it was August 14th, night. Tao Zhu Fang was closed for the day. On the third floor of the extremely gorgeous boat with carved railings and painted buildings, there was only a young couple snuggling together, drinking and admiring the moon. Xiaokui and the newly arrived Qinyuan bird were pecking at pork belly on the dining table. The Qinyuan was reddish-brown all over, shaped like a bee, with three pairs of insect-like claws, and the size of a mandarin duck. When facing Xiaokui, its attitude was very respectful, so Shen Weiyang named it "Hongyin". "Master Zhao, I have something to say, but I don't know whether I should say it or not." "Speak, I will tell you everything I know." "I'm not going to run out to perform official duties in the middle of the holiday tonight... This is the third time..." "Uh... not tonight! Lao Qi is watching from Zhengyang Gate, Qinglong and Baihu have also returned to Beijing secretly, those who should be watched are being watched, and those who should be arrested have already been arrested. Everything is under control, and no one will disturb the two of us."
"That's pretty much it~" Shen Weiyang leaned on him with satisfaction: "Aiwen, bring me the [Duyouqin]." Ivan walked upstairs with a smile on his face, holding a guqin in his hands. Zhao Wumian was a little surprised. He put down his wine glass and said, "Duyouqin? The seventh of the ten famous qins in the world? It is made of a thousand-year-old phoenix tree and its strings are made of icy silkworms. Its body is red and its strings are cold. It is called 'Duyou'... Where did you find it? Didn't it disappear during the Sui and Tang dynasties?" "Have you forgotten the ruins you gave me?" Shen Weiyang's pretty face was full of pride: "I found it in the treasure cave of Fu Yunzi, the first skilled craftsman of the Sui and Tang Dynasties. You have been busy searching for it in the past few months, and I have not been idle either. Isn't it amazing? Praise me now!" "awesome." Zhao Wumian took the zither, nodded repeatedly, and said casually: "Is this the surprise you mentioned?" Shen Weiyang rolled her eyes at his perfunctory response: "Of course not, it depends on Master Zhao's ability. If he plays well, there will be surprises. If he plays averagely, this will be a surprise." "Then prepare for a surprise!" Zhao Wumian took the zither and placed it on the table. He tuned the strings confidently and then played the instrument casually. Zheng—— The sound is ethereal and pleasant, what a great piano! Zhao Wumian was very satisfied. He sat upright and began to play the piano. The melodious sound of the piano came out from his fingers. Although he is only a beginner, his fingering is adept and his skills are superb, not inferior to those of the masters who have played the piano for many years. The sound of his piano is clear and ethereal, like a flowing painting. From soft glissando to strong string attack, every note is full of agility and appeal. Shen Weiyang sat beside him, listening carefully, his face full of surprise. Is this the result of learning the piano for a month? It sounds just like Aunt Liu is playing it! No, Zhao Wumian's piano music is sonorous and compared to Aunt Liu's plaintive music, it feels more elegant and simple. The sound of the strings sounded like the cry of a phoenix in the sky, clear and pleasant to the ears.
What on earth can't this guy do... As the sound of the piano spread, Shen Weiyang gradually understood what the song was. She couldn't help but open her eyes wide, her heart filled with joy, and she almost fainted with excitement. The music is smooth and bright, with passionate, unrestrained, deep and lingering emotions. It is fresh and lively, yet charming and lingering. It is exactly the "The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix" that Sima Xiangru played for Zhuo Wenjun in the past! Zhao Wumian was dressed in black, with an outstanding demeanor. He sat there like a jade mountain. The silk shirt on his body floated with the rhythm of his ten fingers, like clouds lingering above the jade mountain. Shen Weiyang's eyes were intoxicated, he listened with his chin on his hand, his eyes full of admiration. After the song was over, Zhao Wumian pressed the strings with both hands, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Isn't it embarrassing?" Shen Weiyang immediately shook her head, opened her arms and hugged him, raised her head and smiled: "Phoenix, Phoenix, return to your hometown, travel around the world to find your phoenix. It's really rare, Lord Zhao~" Shen Weiyang showed a smug and amused expression on his face. It was really not easy to expect this stone to express emotions. Zhao Wumian sighed, "There's nothing I can do. If I ask for help from someone, I can't express it. If someone runs away with Quelou, I won't even have anywhere to cry." "Ha ha……" Shen Weiyang knew he was joking. If she really ran away with the money and skills, he would immediately break off relations with her and become a stranger. Then he would get her money back with interest, and he might not even feel sad. The more advanced the sorcerer, the higher his resistance to illusions and emotions. He could withstand the fierce impact of the glutton, let alone the love between a man and a woman. Zhao Wumian's feelings are hard to come by, but easy to lose. Once the line is crossed, he will immediately discard them like a worn-out shoe. This is a cold-hearted man, but there is also the example of Bai Liuli. As long as you don't let him down, his love will always be there... This is great! As Shen Weiyang thought about it, her heart beat faster and she quickly kissed Zhao Wumian on the cheek. She giggled and disappeared in the form of a light. Zhao Wumian was just wondering why, but after a while, with a puff, the candles around him suddenly went out. If Zhao Wumian hadn't trusted Shen Weiyang, he would have already run away. This was simply an assassination scene. Immediately afterwards, the sound of the erhu began, carrying with it a strong exotic flavor. A beam of light hung overhead, illuminating the stage. A red silk fell from the sky, and the girl grabbed the red silk and flew down slowly. She was wearing exotic clothes from the Western Regions. The dress was red and white, embellished with golden flower ornaments, which was luxurious and impressive. The patterns on the skirt were strange, like a ball of flame soaring into the sky. She wore a gorgeous and complicated headdress on her head, and her dress was very long, falling from the sky, with fluttering sleeves. With her exquisite and beautiful appearance, slender figure, and soft dress, she looked like a flying fairy floating out of the Dunhuang murals, graceful and moving. Zhao Wumian's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly. ——I can’t stand you playing this... Petals are flying, silk is dancing, the figure is graceful, and red hair is cascading down. As the body spins, she is passionate as fire, moving like a light cloud and spinning like a gust of wind. She is out of this world like a fairy. In the rain of flowers, accompanied by the exciting music of the Western Regions, the beautiful eyes of the pretty figure are moving, which is breathtaking. ——Western Regions, Hu Xuan Dance. The song ends and the dance stops. The musicians quietly dispersed. Only Shen Weiyang was left standing alone on the stage, with affectionate eyes and a graceful figure, looking at Zhao Wumian. Zhao Wumian raised his glass and drank it all, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes: "This surprise is a bit big... While I can still hold on, I'll quickly change into a more comfortable set of clothes!"
"Pfft-" Shen Weiyang laughed dumbly, her eyes showing even more tenderness, and she said softly: "Wumian, from now on, we will spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together, okay?" Zhao Wumian opened his eyes and looked into her blue eyes: "Okay." …… "This boy is very lucky." On the bank of the Qinhuai River, two people were standing on a tree that was so big that three people could hug it. One was Yu Tongyuan, the Marquis of Nan'an, and the other was an old man in his forties. He stroked his beard and smiled, looking at the silhouette floating on the window of Tao Zhu Fang, and nodded: "If it weren't for provoking the Marquis, this is really a talent. His piano music is already terrifying. If he practices it in the future, he will definitely be able to control souls!" Yu Tongyuan was too lazy to listen to this: "I asked you to come here, not to praise him." "Of course, of course." The old man smiled flatteringly: "It's just a pity, I just expressed my feelings." Yu Tongyuan sneered: "Would it be a pity for a 'Chakravartin' who has killed countless people?" The Chakravartin sighed and said, "Every time I kill someone, I always feel sorry for them. If one day even this little bit of pity is gone, then I will be close to death." Yu Tongyuan turned and left: "I'll leave him to you. I don't want him to survive tonight." The Wheel King clasped his fists and said, "I will do my best." Yu Tongyuan did not even turn around and said, "I don't want his death to involve anyone else." The Chakravartin smiled: "I promise it will be silent." Yu Tongyuan walked away. The Chakravartin sat cross-legged on the tree and waited until the night was deep and everyone was asleep, waiting for Zhao Wumian to fall asleep. …… Zhao Wumian was indeed worse than a beast. A single man and a single woman were in the same room, and they were in love with each other, but in the end they just ate moon cakes, admired osmanthus flowers, and drank osmanthus wine... He even looked down on himself a little. After all, this world is still in ancient times. Shen Weiyang is a Persian, with strong emotions and passion. Tonight's dance was just to express love, not to deliberately tease. It's not a good idea to just go with the flow, so she can only endure it for now. ——If it happens again, I will never let you off easily! Zhao Wumian returned to his room, and finally suppressed the evil fire, then fell into a deep sleep. In the dream, everything is unreal. Zhao Wumian seemed to be in a dark jungle. Suddenly, a thunderous voice rang out between heaven and earth: "The Tenth Hall of Yama, the King of the Wheel of Death, lives alone in the Netherworld, judging lonely ghosts, determining the lifespans of men and women, distinguishing between the rich and the poor, and sending them to reincarnation. Zhao Wumian, you are responsible for many sins..." "get out!" Zhao Wumian was too lazy to listen to his nagging: "It's just the [Dream Tapir] dream-entering technique, and you're actually acting it out! Do you think I'm a three-year-old kid?" "..."
The voice was silent for a moment, and suddenly a loud rumbling sound was heard from the distance in the dense forest. A terrifying murderous aura spread out, as if a giant beast took a big step forward and rushed over, uprooting mountains and knocking down trees. It had infinite power, and its fierce roars were like the roars of dragons and tigers. The sound waves were surging, and leaves were falling in the dense forest, and sand and stones were flying! "Roar!!!" A giant beast appeared! ————The "Records of Strange Things in China" records: The dream tapir has an elephant trunk, rhino eyes, ox tail, and tiger feet. It lives in the mountains and valleys of the south, eats dreams, and lives on dreams. The giant beast before him was none other than the Dream Tapir, one of the most authentic descendants of Yin-Yang Dao. The dream tapir can weave dreams, create dreams, eat dreams, and enter dreams. If it practices to a high level, it can kill enemies in their sleep. The giant beast attacked. It was five feet tall, standing tall. Zhao Wumian's figure was insignificant in comparison. However, he was not afraid at all. He looked up at the beast and said, "King of the Wheel? Are you Zhan Ding?" The "Dream Tapir" was obviously stunned for a moment, as if it was a little unbelievable, and spoke in human language: "How did you know?" "There are a lot of people who want to kill me." Zhao Wumian said, "But the Yin-Yang Dao people won't do that. Zong Ling Meng Mo is not a Yin-Yang Dao person. There are not many people in the whole martial arts world who have the courage to assassinate me, and even fewer! Among them, there is exactly one person who may take action during this period. He is Fang Guozhen's right-hand man in the past, and now the Koudao pirate, 'King of the Wheel' Zhan Ding." Zhao Wumian looked calm from beginning to end, as if he had expected it and was not panicked at all. Zhan Ding felt something strange. The Dream Tapir's technique of entering dreams can allow the soul to leave the body and use dreams as a medium to directly attack the opponent's soul. As long as the soul is killed, the person will perish! I am at the peak of the third realm and my soul is strong, but this kid is only at the second level of the third realm. How can he be so calm and composed? Zhan Ding had a bad feeling in his heart. "Qinghua Secret Text" says: When the primordial spirit appears, the primordial energy is born, and when the primordial energy is born, the primordial essence is produced. Qi is born from essence, essence turns into Qi, and when essence and Qi are abundant, the spirit will naturally be active. When a sorcerer cultivates his spirit, the spiritual consciousness he cultivates is his primordial spirit! The strength of the "spirit" is closely related to the "qi" and "essence". Among them, "Qi" is particularly important! Zhan Ding is at the peak of the third realm. The "essence" that represents his physique is much weaker than Zhao Wumian's, but he focuses on cultivating the spirit and is at a higher realm. Both "spirit" and "qi" prevail. He thinks there is no reason for him to fail and launches a direct soul attack, which Zhao Wumian will surely not be able to resist! But Zhao Wumian's current attitude made Zhan Ding a little afraid. According to rumors, Zhao Wumian doesn't seem to be a boastful person... In this situation, it's no use bragging... Zhan Ding thought that he should not be impatient. He had already entered Zhao Wumian's dream. His life and death were in his hands. There was no need to rush. He had to figure out his trump card first. If it didn't work, he could withdraw. If the attack fails and you hurt yourself instead, it would be more trouble than gain. The soul would be damaged and that is no joke. The key to the art of entering dreams lies in the competition of souls. As long as you are stronger than the opponent, you can easily control him. Once you are weaker than the opponent, if you enter the dream without permission, you will be hurt by the opponent. That's why you need to play tricks and take the initiative, so that the opponent's momentum will be weakened, which is beneficial to your side. Zhan Ding began to ask in a roundabout way: "How do you know he is not from Yin Yang Dao? Didn't Yun Zhongjun, the elder of Yin Yang Dao Jin Division, deal with you a month ago?" "This time, that time."
Zhao Wumian knew what he really wanted to ask. He stood in place and began to make hand seals and cast spells, saying, "At that time, it was the Gongshu family who were behind the scenes, controlling Yun Zhongjun's mind and soul, and manipulating Yun Zhongjun to take action... But now, the Gongshu family's "Lu Ban Book" is in my hands. They will not and dare not take action against me!" As the seals of his hands changed, he drew the power of his soul and spirit into his fingertips, and the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram appeared! A terrifying suction force appeared out of nowhere! Almost instantly! Zhan Ding suddenly felt a trembling fear from the depths of his soul! He stepped back subconsciously and screamed, "What are you doing?!" Zhao Wumian raised his lips slightly and smiled at him: "I haven't reached the fourth realm yet, and many secret techniques in the Lu Ban Book cannot be used. But now that you are delivering it to me, it's different... Do you know? I've been waiting for you for several days!" The forbidden technique of "Lu Ban Book" - the method of seizing the soul! The ball of light on Zhao Wumian's chest gradually grew larger, shaped like a millstone! In the dream, his body began to become unstable, which was caused by the large-scale twitching of his soul power, but he was not worried. In the distinct black and white light, the suction force is getting stronger and stronger! Gradually, the entire dream began to tremble and shake! The earth is shaking! Zhan Ding was shocked! The dream tapir transformed by his soul tried desperately to stay away from Zhao Wumian, but the giant beast that could uproot mountains and overturn trees before now seemed to have turned into a mouse with its tail stepped on. It could not escape this space no matter what. The world began to collapse and shrink, and he was getting closer and closer to the millstone behind him! "No!!!!!" The suction force became stronger and stronger. The big trees in the dream fell down one after another, the rocks collapsed, and the ground cracked. The nightmare tapir's body touched the millstone. The black and white light was like the upper and lower parts of a millstone. With astonishing speed and force, it crushed the body of the nightmare tapir that it touched bit by bit, turning it into specks of white light to nourish Zhao Wumian's soul. In the Niwan Palace, the tree of spiritual consciousness began to grow rapidly! On the contrary, in the real world, Zhan Ding, who was sitting with his eyes closed on a big tree, suddenly vomited blood, and his whole body withered rapidly like a withered flower. "Spare me! Spare me!" Zhan Ding's soul was shattered, as if he were in the seventeenth level of hell, the Stone Mill Hell. He thoroughly experienced what it meant to live a life worse than death. Tears streamed down his face, and he begged for mercy loudly: "From now on, I am willing to serve you! I am willing to serve you for generations!!" "You'd better die." Zhao Wumian changed his hand seals, and the force on the millstone became stronger, crushing the tapir's tail, hind legs, waist, front legs, and head bit by bit... Amidst the shrill screams. Zhan Ding's soul was shattered, leaving only the purest essence of his spirit and soul, which turned into white light and sank into Zhao Wumian's body like raindrops. Zhao Wumian was shrouded in white light and his figure could not be seen clearly. In the Niwan Palace, the tree of divine consciousness grew more than three times in size, and a small flower quietly blossomed among its branches and leaves... (End of this chapter)