74 Entering the Dream World
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The scent of fragrance is like a floral fragrance, which continuously emerges from the incense burner and lingers in the tower.
Jia Qingming feels that consciousness is gradually moving away from him. This feeling is like... some kind of unresistible sleepiness.
It seems that since Mengmeng waved his hand in front of his eyes, he looked at her fingers shaking lightly like the wings of a butterfly, and heard her softly say to him:
"Please follow me, Seimei."
When she called his name, the voice suddenly sounded extraordinarily remote, as if they were separated by a layer of water hundreds of meters deep, and he was underwater, and his eardrum was swollen and painful under the pressure of the water. .
Soon everything returned to peace. At first, he could still vaguely hear Bai Ling's voice. It seemed that she was talking to Yuan Mu-mutou and Xiao Shanshan, and said that he had asked Xiao Hei to prepare some coffee. can not sleep. Otherwise, here, the boundary between the real world and the dream world is blurred. Once you fall asleep, you will easily get lost between the two worlds.
Gradually, Jia Qingming felt that he was asleep, and his body seemed to be floating on the ground. He tried to open his eyes to see what happened to him. Then he saw himself...
Actually floating in the air.
"It looks like a success." Mengmeng's voice appeared beside him.
Jia Qingming followed the prestige, only to see Mengmeng appeared beside him, but her body was neither the appearance of the butterfly before, nor the image of a girl in palace costume, but something in between. .
Behind the gentle ancient girl, a pair of butterfly wings appeared, flapping gently. Compared with Mengmeng’s natural appearance, Jia Qingming’s levitation looks a bit strange. He has no wings and no other flying aids, but he is also suspended in the air...
So is this the difference in the style of painting between the aborigines of Dream World and him, an outsider? !
"It's a feminine physique. It's too easy to enter such a place. If a mortal with a normal yang content, it would be difficult to enter here so easily even with my guidance."
Is this really complimenting me? Jia Qingming wanted to ask her helplessly.
"We have arrived." She reminded Jia Qingming, her light body dancing in the air, turning in a circle.
"Here is..."
Jia Qingming couldn't help looking around, they are now floating in the air, and the world below...
It was a very strange scene, and they seemed to be a vast garden underneath them.
At this time, the sunlight was just right, soft but not dazzling. Countless flowers were blooming in this garden. I couldn’t see how many plants there were. I only knew that there were countless flowers intertwined and prosperous. one slice.
"This is the dream world." Mengmeng said, "Well. You guessed right this time. Flowers are also the existence of the dream world. Therefore, they can only bloom for a short time in the real world, and then quickly decline, but in the dream In the world, it is an eternal thing. These flowers, they are all...the carriers of dreams. Dreams are always generated in the dream world, and there will always be flowers blooming. There is no time to wither."
She introduced to Jia Qingming in this way, her light body circling a little in the air. "Let's go. Let's go find her."
"Look?" Jia Qingming struggled with the vocabulary she used.
"These flowers are all dreams." Mengmeng said, her voice pulling and sliding down in the air with the speed of flight. "It's like planet after planet in the universe."
Jia Qingming also followed. This kind of flying feels a bit strange. It seems that there is no gravity, all relying on physical strength, as if sliding in the water.
"There is a flower that belongs to her dream. I have smelled her, and I should be able to find her soon." Mengmeng continued to explain to Jia Qingming.
Following her figure, he quickly turned to low altitude. When he approached the flowers, the scene in front of him confirmed what Mengmeng said.
When the distance is very close, his eyes can cross the petals and stamens. Suddenly, he seems to see another world. Countless phantoms walk around during this period. They are all condensed things, as if standing on a stage. Actor.
Buddhism said that one flower has one world. It seems that it is not an unreasonable hypothesis.
These are dreams, and the spirit brought by mankind from this world has continuously become the nourishment for this illusory dream world.
He shook his head to clear his mind, and the scene before him turned into an endless garden again. He saw new plants growing out of the soil, and flowers blooming quickly, just like what Mengmeng explained before.
There will always be dreams in the dream world, and there will always be flowers blooming. There is no time to wither. The flowers here are not temporary things in a certain season, but eternal existence.
"These flowers will close together when they wake up, become buds again, and fall asleep in the soil." Mengmeng said, "Our Mengbutter family's job is to collect nectar from these flowers. The dream of happiness and joy will be It produces sweet honey. But... both us and these flowers have a natural enemy..."
"Night?" Jia Qingming couldn't help taking a breath when he mentioned the name.
What he has to do this time is to pull Senior Sister Zhuang Yan from the dream world to prevent her from being assimilated by the dream world... and more importantly... to prevent her from becoming a nightmare food.
"Yeah." Mengmeng replied solemnly.
Suddenly, Jia Qingming discovered that something strange had happened.
A flower he had just passed by suddenly began to rot from the root system and quickly turned black. The delicate flower was stained with dark colors, and even the floral scent turned into a certain foul smell.
Jia Qingming's eyes passed through the petals that seemed to be entities, and saw the spirits in them. The transparent spirits were quickly dyed black by this energy, and the kind faces that were condensed by the ghosts began to show fierce light and tranquility. The streets began to collapse, and the dreams began to fall towards the terrifying nightmare.
Jia Qingming closed his eyes, letting the spirit seen by the sky dissipate from his eyes.
"This is...what is this...you are not saying that the flowers here will not wither...why...why is it?" Jia Qingming subconsciously covered his mouth and nose.
"This is..." Mengmeng said solemnly. "……nightmare."
Jia Qingming looked at the scene behind him, a little surprised. He thought the nightmare would be some kind of monster, like the dementor in the "Harry Potter" movie, wearing an aerosol cloak, flying around. To go.
Unexpectedly, it seems to be similar to something...
"It's like a disease, it's contagious." Mengmeng said, "and it will quickly spread to nearby plants and corrode other flowers. We are very close now. The flowers here are very luxuriant, because of Zhuang Zhoumeng. , Living people entering the dream world will bring a lot of yang, which is the nutrients of flowers, so there will be more prosperous flowers growing nearby."
"So...the current situation of Senior Sister Zhuang Yan..."
"Yes...it's dangerous. Maybe it's because of your entry... Maybe the entry of outsiders made the nightmare alert. Originally it wanted to save the most delicious food for later, but now it found that someone was interfering with this matter, and decided to take this as soon as possible. The beautiful things are corrupted and eaten...to destroy the beautiful dreams." Mengmeng said, her butterfly wings fluttered and the speed of flight suddenly increased.
Jia Qingming does not have the limbs for flying like the butterfly wings, but he tries to move forward faster like swimming. In fact, he can't swim, but in this dream world, this way of forward seems to be just a kind of The simple instinct, which drives the muscles as usual, seems to be able to fly quickly like this.
The rotting black behind him spread rapidly, as if sea water at high tide rushed onto the beach. Fortunately, they were flying faster than the flowers decayed. They soon left behind the rotting black clump in the sea of flowers, but the nightmare continued to spread, and the scene seemed to be... …
It's like dropping a drop of ink in clean and transparent water, and it will quickly spread to the entire area.
They must hurry up.
"Arrived."
Flying over countless flowers, Mengmeng finally stopped, hovering on a flower for a moment and then stopped in the air, looking down at the flowers below.
"Is... here?"
Jia Qingming looked at the blooming flower below, which indeed looked different. This flower is very huge, and this huge is abnormal. It is tall and big, it seems to be born in fertile soil, and it has beautiful petals and a strange aroma...
This scent reminds Jia Qingming of the smell of incense.
That's right, the smell of Zhuang Zhoumeng.
"Mr. Qingming, remember, that butterfly? The butterfly that was boarding in Miss Bai Ling's folding fan before I turned into a human body?" Mengmeng said.
Jia Qingming tried hard to recall that scene, because when he saw the butterfly at the time, he found that the butterfly was indeed somewhat uncomfortable, so he paid special attention to it, and it seemed to have some impressions.
Then he nodded.
"Remember the look of the butterfly. Because the dreams are all vain, it is not ruled out that Mr. Qingming will get lost in it... Although the owner of the dream is an ordinary human, he may not be able to detect this, but it is better to be careful. Once the hostility of the owner of the dream is aroused... it is very likely that something will happen." Mengmeng said. "There is not much I can do, but when you see the butterfly, I hope that Mr. Seimei will remember it, and remember the purpose of our trip, I will also try to guide Mr. Seimei."
Mengmeng turned and looked in the direction behind him, and Jia Qingming followed.
They are now condescending, so they can clearly see the dark tide rolling in from far away. The flowers of dreams where the Kuroshio went quickly corrupted into black decay, and all the good things quickly disintegrated and collapsed under the erosion of nightmare.
"There is not much time. I am afraid that the time converted to the dream is only... one day, at most only one day. Please be aware, and there are often discrepancies between the time in the dream and the somatosensory time, probably only real-time attention to the dream Only when there is an object to show the time can the time be confirmed. Try to...try to...take her out before midnight."
Jia Qingming nodded.
"Go," Mengmeng said.
She led Jia Qingming to the top of the flower, which was blooming...dreamland.
Jia Qingming lowered her body little by little, like a rock climber with a traction rope tied to her body.
When he approached the huge and scented flower, the power that made him levitate and fly suddenly disappeared, and gravity seemed to dominate his world again.
He fell straight down.
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I... Where am I?
"Qingming...Qingming..."
In the next daze, Jia Qingming suddenly found that he was running hurriedly in the endless darkness. It seemed that something was squirming in the darkness, making a low voice, and extending pale claws to it from the tossing black mist. .
"Help us, help us, Qingming..."
"Can't it? The manager...you...can't do it?"
"If you can't... just... feel... our pain... the pain..."
Are you dreaming?
He fled to a dead end, and there was no way around.
He shrank his body in a dream, burying his head low between his arms, like a child who was helplessly retracting into a corner. And his current figure seems to be a child.
This is a dream.
In other words, this is an old and broken memory.
He heard an elegant female voice, slowly ringing in the darkness. Accompanied by this voice, the others, the painful calls from ghosts, all disappeared.
In the darkness, only this female voice was left quietly flowing in his ears.
"Mr. Qingming, are you sure you want to...exchange?"
He raised his head and saw Bai Ling's weird smiling face.
The dream came to an abrupt end here.
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"Mr. Qingming." It was Miss Bai Ling's voice.
Jia Qingming woke up.
He felt his neck stiffened because of the single posture when he was sleeping. He rubbed his eyes and saw Bai Ling standing in front of him. She was wearing a simple Hanfu with plum blossom pattern.
How could he... be here? here is……
Stealing Heaven Pavilion?
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