"Talking about a dream?" His Majesty's voice was neither happy nor angry, as clear as a forest spring on a rock, and as warm as a warm jade in a blue field: "Why don't you listen to me tell a story first!"
"Hahaha, tell a story, right, now is a good time to tell a story!" The white-haired old man called Mr. Chunyu laughed out loud when he heard the words, stretched his beard, and said calmly: How many people can listen to His Majesty's storytelling, you should be congratulated if you are so lucky, this old man seems to have truly lived up to the journey of thousands of miles!"
The middle-aged scribe's expression was slightly startled when he heard the words, but he recovered immediately.
His big sleeves were pulled back, and his hands were behind him.
stand still.
It seems that he wants to concentrate on listening to the story His Majesty is about to tell.
His Majesty seemed unaware of the sarcasm in Mr. Chunyu's laughter, and remained indifferent like a lake of mirrors: "There was a child who told me such a story. It is said that there was a dreamer who often dreamed and fantasized about himself. One day, the dream will come true. One day, he was drunk and lying under the big tree in the courtyard. In a trance, two envoys from the country came and invited him to a "country of big locust trees" to play. What he saw and what he saw Hearing this, he found that this citizen was far inferior to himself, and he had a sense of superiority that stood out from the crowd. At the time when Dahuai Kingdom was selecting officials, this person also signed up for a test, and found that it was not difficult. Finally, he passed three tests in a row and ranked first in high school. The king here Seeing that this person is outstanding, he personally married the princess, and it became a good story for a while."
"I am proud of my life and married a princess. This person has boundless happiness. I wonder what His Majesty's intention is when he tells this story?" Mr. Chunyu couldn't hear any problem.
"..." The middle-aged scribe also frowned in thought.
"The story is not finished yet!" His Majesty paused for a moment, and then continued: "This person was appointed as a lord. He is diligent in government and loves the people, honest and honest, and is respected by the people. He has also had several men and women under his knees. , as you said just now, life is full of happiness and boundless happiness. If the story reaches this point, it will not be enough for you two, but there is still a paragraph behind, I wonder if you two would like to continue listening to it?"
"Say, the old man wants to hear the ending." Mr. Chunyu laughed loudly and said, "The old man knew that there would be a turning point in this story, but I don't know where His Majesty will twist it? Hahaha!"
The middle-aged scribe was silent, but his eyes shone with wisdom, as if he had realized something.
His Majesty was not moved by Mr. Chunyu's words, and continued to narrate as calm as still water: "Just when this man lived a happy and happy life without knowing the time, the neighboring country Tanluo sent troops to attack Dahuai. The enemy has been defeated several times, the enemy is powerful, and no one can defeat him."
Mr. Chunyu laughed loudly: "If that's the case, why don't you send that talented lord to lead the army to fight?"
His Majesty waited for him to finish laughing triumphantly, and then said: "That's right, the whole country has nothing to do. This man stepped forward and led the elite of the whole country to fight against the enemy. It's a pity that he doesn't know the art of war. Although he has a lot of bravery, he misled the army. Go deeper, and finally lead to a complete defeat on the whole line, loss of troops, defeat of the army." Mr. Chunyu's laughter faltered when he heard this, and the middle-aged scribe's brows were half relaxed, as if he had already figured out why His Majesty said that. His Majesty paused, and added: "This man was defeated and fled back home. He wanted his wife to intercede with the king, but he didn't know that his wife had died of a sudden illness. He had no choice but to go back to Beijing to see the king and plead guilty. In anger, he demoted this person to a commoner, cut off all titles and official positions, and took away all the children born to the princess, and finally sent this person to his original hometown, never to be used again... "
When Mr. Chunyu heard this, he felt very uncomfortable.
I really want to refute a few words in my heart.
But I don't know what to say.
The middle-aged scribe didn't say anything on the surface, but his expression had a look that he had expected a long time ago.
When the two were embarrassed and speechless, His Majesty spoke again: "This story is not over yet. It ends like this. This person was sent back to his original hometown. He felt ashamed and yelled loudly, waking up from his dream. He found that everything was just a dream, neither happiness nor misfortune happened. He searched carefully and found a nest of ants under the big locust tree in the courtyard... "
"Cough, cough, cough!" Mr. Chunyu coughed loudly after hearing the ending of the story, his old face flushed.
"Your Majesty's enlightenment is really thought-provoking. Fame, wealth, and happiness in the world are indeed like floating clouds. They come and go in a blink of an eye. We are mediocre beings who strive to be strong and strive for success. In fact, we are nothing more than mere ants. Compared with Endless time and infinite space, compared to the almighty ancient giants, our fight is nothing more than a fight between a nest of ants, how ridiculous, unfortunately, there are few people in the world who can see this like His Majesty As transparent as that?" The middle-aged scribe was stunned when he heard this, and then he burst out laughing, clapping his hands in admiration.
"The Lord of the Eastern Palace is known as the number one wise man in the heavens. He has superhuman wisdom. Why can't he understand it?" His Majesty sighed slightly and asked softly.
"Some people are not interested in ant nests, but some people like to study ant nests." The middle-aged scribe said that everyone has different personalities and hobbies.
"Ants never bite, why are they so persistent?" His Majesty asked again.
"Although he doesn't bite, but the dream is so good, maybe that person is reluctant to part with the beautiful princess wife, the child in his dream, and everything that belongs to him." The middle-aged scribe laughed and answered freely.
"Everything beautiful in a dream is nothing but a dream in the end." Before His Majesty finished speaking, Mr. Chunyu with the white hair and childlike face immediately objected: "Your Majesty said this, but I don't agree. What people pursue is dreams. If dreams can be realized, it is the happiest and most glorious feat in life. As for disillusionment, it is due to ability. If the people in the story have the strength to command the three armies, how can they lose the battle? What? Even if the dream turns around, if the person in the story has great talent and practical knowledge, it will naturally have a place to display it in reality! The dream your majesty just mentioned is nothing but the lamentation of some losers. , As long as you have the heart to do it, ant nest or reality, dream or reality, where is not a place to show your skills? This conclusion is the old man's answer to His Majesty's "talking about dreams", I wonder what His Majesty thinks?"
"I don't think it's important, what does the Eastern Palace Master think?" His Majesty turned to the middle-aged scribe.
"Life in the world is full of different forms. Some people think it's just a dream, and some people think that everything depends on man's efforts, and there is nothing wrong with him." The middle-aged scribe's answer was impeccable.
"In this case, if this is a dream, how about the two of you?" His Majesty's voice suddenly became cold, and there was a feeling of cold and quiet melting of ice and snow, which made the middle-aged scribe and the scribe who were called the master of the Eastern Palace The two gray-haired old men called Mr. Chunyu were immediately shocked.
They know, this Tianluo Palace, this mirage.
It is by no means easy to come in.
Even if the three giants from the heavens invaded the Tongtian Tower back then, only the Prison Emperor supported it alone. When the four of them killed the sky and the sky was dark, the Tongtian Tower was like an undefended castle. Before the prison emperor's defeat, no one dared to step into this Tianluo Palace, no one dared to step into this mirage.
The middle-aged scholar pondered and searched for thousands of years before he finally found a Mr. Chunyu who could break his dream.
Dare to step into this Tianluo Palace for the first time.
Forbidden place.
This is an absolutely terrifying taboo place... Maybe even the warriors connected to the Sky Tower have already forgotten, but as the head of the central temple that hates the Sky Tower the most, the middle-aged scribes have not forgotten the existence of this Tianluo Palace, this mirage.
Tongtian Tower, Moyuan, Tianti and Longteng Continent have declined one after another. Moyuan has been sinking to the bottom since conquering the queen's seal, and no one has risen for ten thousand years; although Longteng Continent has a large number of talents, but for ten thousand years, the most feared person in the heavens is only the prison. Huang Yiren, if not for the addition of the third young master of the Yue family who rose faster than expected, then Longteng Continent would have sunk more thoroughly than Moyuan.
Only the ladder, even if it began to decline tens of thousands of years ago, the guardian still exists today.
This His Majesty who stays in the Tianluo Palace all the year round but sleeps in a mirage all year round.
In the eyes of the strong in the central temple, he is really the number one dangerous person in Tongtian Tower.
As long as this person is here, it will be difficult to invade Tongtian Tower!
It took thousands of years for middle-aged scribes to be sure that Mr. Chunyu, who specializes in breaking dreams, stepped into this Tianluo Palace... Now, in the face of His Majesty's counterattack, are they really 100% sure to break through and fight? Victory'? On this point, in the heart of the middle-aged scribe, there is really no absolute certainty!
Now, everything depends on Mr. Chunyu.
he.
He is the one who breaks the dream.
As long as Mr. Chunyu can break through his dream, then conquering the Tongtian Tower will be a no-brainer!
Except for this Majesty, the middle-aged scribes really don't care much about the rising star of the Tongtian Tower, the third young master of the Yue family or some kind of human supreme. After all, these rising stars are too young, so young that they can almost be ignored! Although the third young master of the Yue family and the Supreme Being of Humanity are also somewhat famous, the arrangement of the middle-aged scribe has already included all the changes. He does not believe that anyone can jump out of his thousands of years of arrangement... except for this majesty , only this person, only this person's dream, has this possibility!
"Your Majesty, regarding your question." Mr. Chunyu was vigilant in his heart, but pretended to be relaxed on the surface and laughed: "The old man's answer is, if this is a dream, then the old man will make it a reality! If this is a dream, the old man Just break out of the dream, and turn everything in the dream into reality!"
"You're not me, and you're brazen enough to say that you have the ability to change my dreams?" His Majesty sneered.
"In my dream, I am a god!" Mr. Chunyu's face was full of arrogance. He raised his hands to the sky, and his whole body radiated light, like a scorching sun rising from the east. The whole world was illuminated by him, and his voice was like eternity. Echoes, like inscriptions on gold and stones, spread into the eardrums word by word: "I am a god, the god of dreams! I am in dreams, so I am omnipotent!"
Mr. Chunyu waved his hands to the sky, and it turned out that the sky was a clear sky.
Immediately, countless dark clouds gathered.
Between lightning and thunder.
It rained cats and dogs.
Mr. Chunyu pressed down with both hands, and when the raindrops fell on the ground, those water droplets turned into flames, burning all combustible objects. When this white-haired and childlike old man raised his hand to his chest again, those burning flames all turned into brilliant flowers!
"No matter whose dream world I am in, I am the god, and I am the ruler. Under my will, everything belongs to me, without any exceptions, and without any detachment. I am the one in the dream God, my will, is the will of all things, no matter those who obey me, or those who intend to resist me, whether they are born or artificial, whether they are created by living things or dead things, whether they are righteous and distracting thoughts or wandering in the world Whether it is conscious or unconscious, as long as it exists in the world or in dreams, then it belongs to me, it belongs to me, it belongs to me, and it belongs to me!" Mr. Chunyu's white-haired and childlike face was shining, as if As majestic as a god.
"Flowers bloom..." He pointed to the flowers blooming all over the ground, and those flowers all bloomed in the majestic.
"The flowers fall..."
With another finger, all the blooming flowers withered and fell, and finally disappeared with a gust of wind in the blink of an eye.
Mr. Chunyu raised his head to the sky and attracted a meteor that would destroy the sky and destroy the earth. At the moment when the huge meteor was about to hit Tianluo Palace, he turned it into petals flying all over the sky, floating harmlessly. Floating and falling, it made flowers fall all over the ground, colorful like blood.
In the end, Mr. Chunyu clenched his fists, nodded confidently to the middle-aged scribe, and said, "No matter whose dream it is, I am the god of dreams! Here, I can control time and space, I can create and destroy, I I can achieve everything, no matter what the dream is, I can break through it and turn it into reality!"
A middle-aged scribe, with a slight jaw.
Thousands of years of hard work and thousands of years of preparation have finally paid off.
Although, the time is a little longer, but this is not unacceptable.
It is true that the Tongtian Tower was destroyed in advance, which is more pleasing, but if you can prepare step by step and push it into the abyss of irreversibility, that would be a great joy!
Middle-aged scribes are more at ease about breaking dreams.
After all, Mr. Chunyu has a talent that is best at breaking dreams, and has the ability to control all dreams. He has prepared for thousands of years to let Mr. Chunyu reach the maximum limit and win today's dream. Without thousands of years of preparation, he would never have felt that Mr. Chunyu would be able to unleash any trace of power and will in this Tianluo Palace. Fortunately, thousands of years of time and patience have paid off.
The only thing that middle-aged scribes still can't understand is.
why
Before that, His Majesty would leisurely tell himself and Mr. Chunyu the story about dreams
"Your Majesty, what do you think?" The middle-aged scribe was not happy. In fact, he would not be easily happy until this opponent completely surrendered.
"A good dream, comparable to the story just now!" His Majesty commented on Mr. Chunyu's words and deeds of claiming 'I am the God of Dreams'.
"What did you say?" Mr. Chunyu was angry.
"Using the words of a certain naughty brat, you are crazy! Talking to you is a waste of time, I want to rest, so I can leave!" His Majesty added coldly: "I think, I can say That's clear enough!"