When Du Yu entered Xixia Di's dream for the third time, he was already able to dominate this world skillfully.
"She is Zhu Yingtai." The giant Du Yu stood between heaven and earth, with one hand extended forward.
A white cloud not far away really looked like cotton candy, with the image of a woman shaped into it.
And next to the giant Du Yu, stood a giant girl.
She continued to play the jade flute according to the melody Du Yu had just taught her, while her illusory eyes gazed at the clouds in the sky.
This was an agreement between the two of them. He taught her flute music and told her the stories behind the music.
In return, Xixiadi will tell his own story.
"She was beautiful and intelligent, and loved to recite poetry and read. However, society at that time did not allow women to go out in public, so she could only dress as a man and go out to study."
The giant Du Yu waved his hand, and the woman on the white cloud was dressed as a man. At the same time, a man appeared at the other end of the cloud.
"His name is Liang Shanbo. The two met on their way to school, and they hit it off right away, and became companions."
The flute girl quietly looked at the two figures on the clouds, watching them getting closer and closer.
We studied together during the day and slept in the same bed at night.
The flute girl listened to the story and watched the figures coming and going on the white clouds.
We form bonds and grudges, know each other and accompany each other, love each other and promise each other, misunderstand each other and force each other.
A romantic, yet tortuous and sad story, finally comes to an end with the transformation of clouds and Du Yu's narration.
"Liang Shanbo's marriage proposal failed, and he became depressed and eventually died of depression."
"Upon hearing the bad news, Zhu Yingtai vowed to die for her husband. On the day she was forced to marry into the Ma family, she insisted on passing through Nanshan to pay tribute to Liang Shanbo's tomb."
Above the white clouds, a pair of figures have become one person and one grave.
The bride in front of the tomb was heartbroken. Suddenly, there was a heavy storm. With strong winds, the tomb was suddenly torn apart. The grieving woman in front of the tomb did not hesitate and threw herself into it alone.
The sound of the flute disappeared quietly at this moment.
The flute girl stood beside Du Yu, looked up at the clouds in the sky, and forgot to play.
Du Yu was also looking at the clouds in the distance. The wind and rain gradually stopped, and there was silence between heaven and earth.
Suddenly, a pair of butterflies flew out of the grave.
In the story told by Du Yu, all the characters, carriages and horses were transformed from white clouds, just like shapes molded out of cotton candy.
But this pair of butterflies are the gorgeous Dream Dancer butterflies.
In the sunlight, they scattered like stars.
Dancing gracefully, the shadow follows.
A complex smile appeared on the flute girl's sad face.
Those huge eyes looked at the butterfly that was gradually flying away, without moving for a long time.
Slowly, she closed her eyes again and put the flute to her lips.
The melodious flute music sounded again, bidding farewell to the couple who loved each other and died for each other.
This time, the "Butterfly Lovers" that sounded from her lips was no longer just a simple melody, but a story.
A moving, poignant story.
At the same time, in Xixia Park.
Cheng Feng opened his eyes slightly, and Yang Qingqing was even more excited.
She hadn't heard any stories. In fact, she had been standing here quietly, guarding Du Yu.
But the sound of the flute, which was full of resentment, longing, and weeping, completely enveloped her in the emotions of Xixia Di.
In the distance, a tall figure walked over, crossed the street, and stood at the edge of the lawn.
His eyes were dull and he looked like a puppet. He stood there in a daze, looking up at the huge spirit weapon.
Li Mengnan, Lin Shiwei and the soldiers stationed in Xixia Town had already reported Fu Jianzhou's trip to Xixia Park to Cheng Feng and Yang Qingqing.
Under Cheng Feng's instructions, no one stopped Fu Jianzhou from coming.
Seeing Fu Jianzhou's condition, Cheng Feng sighed deeply. Compared to other people who entered the dream, this was the first person to be controlled by the flute sound in three months.
I think the result of the Xixia flute project will be known today.
Yang Qingqing looked at her disciples from afar, feeling somewhat worried. She watched for a while and then looked forward.
Du Yu, who was lying on the ground at the edge of the girl's skirt, was still lying softly on the ground, immersed in dreams.
So. What happened
Du Yu had no idea what had happened.
The dream dominated by him suddenly changed, and under the blue sky and white clouds, there was a quiet town.
Jiangnan Water Town
In front of Du Yu was an ancient mansion.
Behind him was a small canal, and on the stone arch bridge in the distance people were coming and going.
Under the stone bridge, a boatman was paddling a small boat with a bamboo pole, gradually drifting away into the distance.
"Bang!"
The door of the mansion in front of him suddenly opened, and a young man was thrown out, falling heavily on the stone road.
Amidst the cries of surprise, people on the street scattered.
"Get out! This is the last time! Don't force me to break your legs!" In front of the gate, several people who looked like servants came out, staring at the young man lying on the ground with unfriendly faces.
Because the figures in the dream were very illusory, Du Yu could not see the young man's appearance, but he could feel his pain.
The young man was probably beaten black and blue, and it was very difficult for him to get up. His body was trembling slightly, and he looked up at the gate of the mansion.
For a moment, people on the street were talking about it.
Although they seemed very dissatisfied with such bullying, people only talked about it in a low voice and no one dared to step forward.
“Woooo ...
A whimpering sound came from the courtyard, and then a wolfhound was thrown out fiercely.
The muffled sound of "winter"!
The little wolfhound fell heavily on the stone road, and its cry was very miserable.
The young man used his hands and feet to quickly crawl forward and hugged the Wolfhound.
It was at this moment that the street became silent.
The discussions disappeared, even the faint voices of accusation disappeared.
Du Yu was surprised to find that everyone's attitude changed from the moment the young man hugged the Wolfhound.
From sympathy to disgust!
"A demon tamer, he is actually a demon tamer?"
"They really deserve to be beaten. How can there be such a person? How can anyone be willing to keep company with a monster?"
"Traitor! What a despicable person!" A series of curses could be heard.
Du Yusha stood there, looking at the indignant people and feeling their malice and anger.
Why
Why do people hate Wolf Lake Dog so much that they even call the demon tamers bitches
for.
Du Yu suddenly woke up and remembered what Master Qing had said several months ago.
Before the Tree of Gods withered, humans worshipped controlling spirits.
And all those who tame demons are considered to be unorthodox.
Especially during the hundreds of years of fierce fighting between humans and orcs, the contradictions between humans and orcs were irreconcilable!
In this context, the young man in front of us is collaborating with the enemy and even protecting the enemy.
"I am an orthodox demon tamer! I am from the Demon Taming School!"
"Get out, for the last time." The leading servant stepped forward and summoned a small tornado in his hand, which spun rapidly in his palm.
Wind spirit skill: Shattering Wind Cut!
"You" the young man was holding the little wolfhound and was about to refute, but he saw something.
Du Yu raised his eyes and glanced past the servant's side, and saw a tall figure standing silently in the deep courtyard, leaning on a cane.
Behind the tall figure, there was a slim figure of a young girl, looking out the door from afar.
In her hand, she was holding a beautiful white jade flute.
Her face was blurry, but Du Yu could read her guilt through the slight bow of her head.
Phew~
The sun and the moon move forward, and the picture seems to be fast-forwarded.
Late at night, Du Yu saw the young man again.
He held the slightly grown wolfhound in his arms, quietly climbed up the wall of the house, and leaned over to tell something to the people inside the wall.
"Bing~" The Wolf Lake Dog whimpered softly with its unique coquettish voice, and continued to struggle in the young man's arms.
Finally, it was held in the young man's hand and carried down the wall.
“Hehe~”
The beautiful woman's sweet laughter came from behind the wall, lingering in the quiet night.
Du Yu pursed his lips, stepped forward, and tried to push open the door of the mansion, but found that his palm had passed through the door.
"puff!"
There was a sound of water splashing in the small canal behind me.
Du Yu turned his head and saw the wolfhound, which had grown larger, spitting water towards the shore.
Amid the young man's complaints and the woman's giggles, the door of the mansion was suddenly pushed open.
"Miss?"
"Miss." The servants penetrated Du Yu's body and searched everywhere.
Du Yu came to the edge of the stone road and looked at the two people below who were leaning against the stone wall and clinging to each other.
They didn't seem too frightened, but instead chuckled.
So, the most dangerous place is the safest
The Wolfhound rolled around happily in the two men's arms, accidentally whimpered, and the whole scene came to an abrupt end.
“Boom!”
There were thunders and heavy rain.
Du Yu, whose eyes were blurry, rubbed his eyes hard, but heard a wolf howling in the heavy rain.
"Woo~~~"
Du Yu immediately turned around to look.
Lightning flashed across the night sky as a giant wolfhound strode towards the gate of the mansion.
Sitting on it was a familiar figure.
This time, the door of the mansion was kicked open by the wolfhound, but none of the former servants dared to step forward to stop it.
And the tall figure with the cane could no longer stop the slim figure.
"I'm leaving now."
"Where are you going?"
"Zheng Xuetang has issued an order to go west to the battlefield."
"you"
The words penetrated through layers of rain and, accompanied by bursts of thunder, poured into Du Yu's ears.
The mountains and rivers remain the same, spring goes and autumn comes.
The population of the mansion gradually dwindled, and the walls of the house became mottled and dilapidated.
The small canal behind me rises and falls, and the boatmen and boats of the past are no longer seen.
Only the graceful figure holding a white jade flute stood in front of the door from time to time, staring into the distance.
The next moment, the scene of the mansion that Du Yu had watched rise and fall over the years finally changed.
That night, the woman rode a horse and broke out of the house.
She walked through towns, climbed over barren mountains, crossed rivers, and walked through deserts.
West, and west again
The sun, moon and stars are still moving, but Du Yu can no longer keep up with their changes.
It is a very large country, especially in such a chaotic time.
Such a frail and quiet girl gradually became a warrior after escaping death time and time again.
Even in a horrifying scene, Du Yu saw her feat of crushing thousands of troops with her flute.
Since when, she seemed to have been called a great human being.
Only the white jade flute in her hand still looks the same as it did back then.
The sea.
Du Yu, who was shallow in life, had never seen the sea with his own eyes.
But in this sad dream, I followed the woman's footsteps and saw the endless ocean.
“Plop!”
The woman fell heavily to her knees, covering her face with her hands, tears streaming from between her fingers as she sobbed.
West,
But I have already reached the westernmost point.
The sea was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Du Yu didn't know how long he had seen her crying, nor how many days and nights he had accompanied her.
The moment she stood up, Du Yu seemed to see the protagonist in his own story.
Lost your mind and became depressed.
She doesn't care about the troubles in this world, humans, beastmen, wars, and survival.
It has nothing to do with her.
She searched all over the western continent, again and again, until one day, she, looking like a withered straw, accidentally entered a life-and-death battlefield between humans and beastmen.
"Oh" Du Yu sighed deeply.
Considering the woman's current condition, this chaotic battlefield might be her burial place.
“Plop!”
There was no need for her to be accidentally injured. She had already collapsed to the ground with half of her face submerged in the yellow earth.
Spiritual skills and demonic skills roared throughout the sky, and the roars of the human and beast races shook the sky.
The mountains shook and the earth was torn apart.
“Woooo ...
Wolf Lake Dog!
Under the human race, it is a dog.
In the beast formation, it is a wolf.
"chatter"
"Woo!" A group of wolfhounds suddenly pounced forward, biting the woman fiercely and tearing her flesh.
She did not resist, whether because she was powerless or unwilling to do so.
She looked at the sky silently, only a wisp of her soul gradually merged into the white jade flute.
"winter!"
A giant foot stepped down heavily, and Du Yu closed his eyes helplessly.
In the story of Liang Zhu, at least there is a pair of butterflies to soothe people's hearts.
But in this real war era, there are no butterflies and no hope.
Only Yin Shi did not have a good ending.
"roar!"
Du Yu opened his eyes suddenly, and in front of him, there was a wolfhound roaring angrily!
Du Yu, who had always been a bystander, felt an unprecedented crisis for the first time.
He waved his hand subconsciously, but the Wolf Lake Dog in the dream did not disappear!
"hiss!!!"
Du Yu's face froze as the giant wolfhound pounced at him, its claws piercing through and stepping on his tiny body before heading straight to the back.
Du Yu was still in shock and subconsciously turned his head to look.
Then, his pupil shrank slightly.
Why is he in my dream
Or, can Xixiadi's dream connect everyone
In the distance, a young man was kneeling on the ground, his face expressionless and motionless.
The chaotic battlefield and deafening roars could not disturb the young man at all, and he was holding a cold corpse in his arms.
Du Yu walked forward slowly: "Senior Brother?"
"Brother Fu?"
"Fu Jianzhou!!!"
Xixia Park, edge of the lawn.
"Huh" Fu Jianzhou took a deep breath, and his empty eyes suddenly became bright, as if they had "come alive".
Coincidentally, Du Yu, who was lying limply on the lawn, also opened his eyes.
The chaotic battlefield turned into blue sky and white clouds.
The roar, howl, miserable cry and scream also turned into the beautiful and moving Xixia flute sound.
(End of this chapter)
elee