"What exactly do you want to do?"
"I don't want to do anything." Ye Qingxuan slumped on the sofa, tilted his neck, and found a comfortable position: "Life is short, can't you just let me lie down?"
"You think life is too short?"
The person in charge's eyes lit up: "I have a solution!"
In an instant, the world collapsed and history ended.
After an unknown period of time, giants were conceived in the chaos, the world was opened up, the pure air rose, the turbid air descended, and all things were transformed.
As time goes by, in the far west of Kyushu, a tall peak rises from the ground and reaches into the sky. After experiencing the chaos of gods and men hitting pillars and the collapse of heaven and earth, thousands of years have passed.
Buzhou Mountain today no longer looks like it used to, but is pure and peaceful.
At the foot of the mountain, a group of young people who had been waiting for a long time raised their heads and saw the white clouds in the sky turning into jade steps, extending down from the Tianmen and landing at the feet of the young people.
"The head of the Immortal Sect of Qingxuan Realm reopens the gate today and recruits many disciples!"
A majestic voice resounded from the clouds: "If you are interested, please come forward and pass the difficulties of these three gates, three tribulations, and three roads. You are my disciple of Buzhou! If you succeed in cultivation, you will naturally be able to live a long life and smile proudly." From now on, the world of mortals will be free from disasters and calamities, shine with the sun and the moon, and live with the heaven and earth!"
As soon as he said this, a group of teenagers cheered and climbed up the cloud road with all their strength, heading towards the top of the mountain.
And at this moment, on the top of the mountain, above a huge white crane, that majestic voice seemed to have discovered something:
"Um?"
The next moment, a stream of light fell from the sky. The majestic monk stood in front of a sloppy young man, his eyes blazing with blazing light, his expression showing a bit of joy and a bit of shock.
On the other hand, the young man looked at him with a cold face: "Are you going to praise me? I'm so angry."
"Born with immortal bones! Born with immortal bones!"
The majestic monk laughed and looked at him solemnly: "This young man, I am the most powerful person in Kyushu and the head of Buzhou Xuanqi. You are willing to be my personal disciple, practice with me, and understand the immortal road together. ?”
"... angry old man."
Ye Qingxuan sighed: "Why do you have so many tricks? Is this really my dream?"
"Xuanqi" looked at him with a cold look on his face. After a long time, he couldn't help but sigh and waved his hand. The cranes, flowing clouds, mountains and earth suddenly disappeared without a trace.
He knelt down and looked at him:
"Ye Qingxuan, world domination, invincibility in the universe, eternal life... These are the dreams that many people can never dream of once in their lifetimes. Don't go too far."
"I do not like."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "I just want to lie down."
"Then I'll give you another game warehouse?" Angrily, he rubbed his hands in anticipation.
"...can you listen to people?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at him with contempt: "Who are you?"
"I am you, Ye Qingxuan."
His anger changed, he sighed, and the appearance peeled away, replaced by a vague figure, which seemed to be somewhat similar to Ye Qingxuan, but completely different.
"I am the symbol of music theory in your cognition, I am the musician part of you. I am part of the Dream Weaver, the spirituality gathered in Ye's music theory for thousands of years. I can form the projection of personality through your cognition .Choose a dream for you, this is my mission.”
"oh."
Ye Qingxuan nodded after a long time, "I don't want any dreams, just go."
"Don't say that!"
The projection looked at him pitifully, and took out a dozen thick books from his pocket, like a persevering salesman, looking lonely and helpless:
"I have dreams collected by dream weavers of all ages. There will always be one suitable for you! Just pick up any one!"
As he said that, he opened a book first: "Look at this, Urban Soldier King! This very subject is very popular among the strange creatures in the etheric world! How about it?"
Ye Qingxuan shook his head, "Trouble."
"Do you want to sublime? Do you want to know the meaning of Dayuan?"
The projected voice became deep and mysterious, and another book was turned out:
"—Infinite Ether! This is pretty good too!"
Ye Qingxuan's face was expressionless, "I don't want to scare myself by being idle."
"Then how about you try the Doomsday style?"
"My balls hurt."
“…”
In the end, the projection got angry: "You guy, you don't learn this, you don't learn that... why is this the case! Do you believe that I will never let you be a musician in your life!"
Ye Qingxuan's face was expressionless and unmoved.
Then, the projection gave up.
He looked at Ye Qingxuan with tearful eyes: "Brother, please don't embarrass me, okay? Every dream here is the prototype of the destiny chapter of the previous heads of the Ye family! Even if you take it and don't use it, you have nothing to do. It’s all very honorable when you play! What’s more, there are heart-wrenching and exciting experiences waiting for you! Otherwise, you can just pick one at random, and it doesn’t cost any money!”
"Sorry, I'm really tired."
Ye Qingxuan sighed: "I don't want those stories of great joy, great sorrow, great ups and downs, and finally reaching the pinnacle of life. Can you let me go?"
Projection was sad and angry: "Such a wonderful adventure, how can I not forgive you?"
"The most important thing in my life is adventure, really."
Ye Qingxuan sighed tiredly: "Every time I have to be tossed over and over until I die. I really don't want any adventures, please let me go."
"You are a musician! You are a dream weaver!"
The projection was about to collapse, pulling Ye Qingxuan's collar and roaring: "What on earth are you thinking about!"
Ye Qingxuan let him pull his collar and lift himself up. His saliva splashed on his face. He just sighed and said pleadingly:
"—I want to be quiet."
At that moment, the whole world was silent, and the next moment, a broken sound came from a very far distance.
The sky and the earth were shaking, the sun and the moon were dim, and everything decayed rapidly, losing its color and turning into blurred black and white.
The projection let go of his hand and said gloomily:
"you win."
On the projection's stiff body, cracks spread rapidly until finally, it completely fell apart.
It's like a mirror being broken.
After breaking the first dream, the second dream also completely fell apart.
Ye Qingxuan felt like he was falling.
Falling to the deepest part of his consciousness, falling to the deepest part of his dream.
Falling into... the end of the dream.
…
This is a silent and empty world, the lowest level of the subconscious, the source of all Ye Qingxuan's consciousness, running through the so-called core of consciousness of self, id, and superego.
There is nothing but "I".
Nothing more
Is there really nothing left
Ye Qingxuan thought to himself.
In the silence, he walked forward silently. After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally saw the silent figure standing in front of him.
I don't know when the moon rises in the sky.
The moonlight is like a cloth, falling on that person's body, reflecting the quiet light.
Ye Qingxuan looked at him and sighed softly:
"You are indeed here."
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
The familiar figure smiled, turned around, looked at him, and smiled happily: "Little Ye Zi, you finally came to me."
He reached out and wanted to hug the young man in front of him.
But Ye Qingxuan made a wrong step and missed him.
Ye Lanzhou turned around in surprise and saw that he was still walking forward without stopping.
"Little Ye Zi, you have reached the end of your dream! Where are you going?"
Ye Lanzhou couldn't catch up and looked at his back in astonishment: "We have been separated for so many years. Don't you want to see me? Don't you have anything to say to me?"
At the end of the road, Ye Qingxuan heard his voice and looked back at him:
"That's enough, just let me sleep peacefully."
Ye Lanzhou's figure faded and disappeared, and the music theory projection emerged from there. He watched blankly as Ye Qingxuan walked away step by step and disappeared into an unknown place.
At the end of the dream, is there an end
Ye Qingxuan didn't know.
"Finally, a little quieter."
He curled up into nothingness and closed his eyes.
This time, I finally don’t have to dream anymore.
…
Under the quiet moonlight, the sleeping Ye Qingxuan quietly turned over. The coldness and indifference in his eyebrows disappeared, becoming peaceful and quiet.
As if he had finally escaped from the layers of cause and effect and complicated reality, he escaped to a place where there was no one and no dreams, and fell asleep peacefully.
As he falls asleep.
At that moment, the world was quiet.