Chapter 448 When you dream, the mountains of Arnold lead you
At the end of an alley in a certain material world
In a house deep in the alley, Wei Fei was carefully grinding the incense plate in front of him.
The phone that was placed next to me and charging kept switching between the lock screen and the light screen.
Wei Fei knew that those were the various chat groups gathering together to celebrate New Year's Day.
However, perhaps because he still had to work tomorrow, Wei Fei didn’t feel anything about it.
He actually missed the Chinese New Year even more.
After all, although there were a lot of complicated things, it was finally a long period of rest.
In the sealed room, there was a wisp of smoke lingering.
Wei Fei ignored him and continued with the work at hand.
He couldn't tell whether he liked or disliked rubbing incense.
But at least I have something to do and don't end up on the streets.
Occasionally, the laughter of girls could be heard outside, which made Wei Fei stop and listen quietly.
That was a life full of vitality, completely different from his.
Wei Fei never thought about the future, that was too far away.
Soon, a plate of incense embryos was ready.
Wei Fei is not very fond of incense made from various precious woods.
Because that sounds pretty classy.
And he happened to be cutting grass and clearing a path in the mountains, picking up herbs and vines.
When I came back and rubbed and ground it into incense, it seemed very different from the style of the painting.
They call it art...
Wei Fei shook his head. He didn't understand what they were talking about art.
Wei Fei put the prepared incense aside. It would take some time for it to take shape.
Then Wei Fei took out a plate from his stock.
Then, it was lit in front of a wooden sign in the middle of the inner room.
This was the instruction from the old craftsman who passed on the skill of making incense to him.
At this moment, Wei Fei's left eye twitched suddenly.
Um?
Looks like I'm lucky this year...
Wei Fei thought silently.
And then, his right eye twitched violently again .
Wei Fei pondered for a while.
MD, feudal superstition...
Wei Fei rubbed his right eye without commenting.
Maybe the smoke got into my eyes.
He thought so.
Otherwise, are there really any ghosts and gods?
Wei Fei glanced at the sign inside.
There were some fancy words carved on it, which looked like ancient seal characters.
Wei Fei actually didn't care about it.
Just like during the Chinese New Year, when he passed by a small temple, he would go into it and light a few incense sticks.
But if I really have any ideas, they are just along the way.
Wei Fei sat in the inner room and thought silently.
Maybe it was because it was late, the surroundings suddenly became much quieter.
He had to wait until the incense was burned out - according to the old craftsman, this was also a tradition .
However, Wei Fei always felt that it might be the ancestors' wish to have some peace and quiet amidst the complicated family affairs.
After all, every time the old craftsman lost an argument with his wife, he would go to burn incense.
If it was really for worshiping gods, then the gods would probably be a little annoyed by this old craftsman who came here every few days.
Unfortunately, the old craftsman passed away last year.
Wei Fei silently watched the gradually burning incense, and before he knew it, it was almost burned out.
Wei Fei then stood up and prepared to leave.
And at this moment, he heard a voice:
"Why do you worship me?"
Wei Fei trembled all over suddenly, then he slowly turned around.
At this time, he discovered that the wooden sign that he had seen the old craftsman make with miscellaneous materials had disappeared somehow.
A snow-white bird was staring at him quietly...
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"You said you saw a bird? A white bird?"
The old Taoist looked at Wei Fei in front of him, and then asked in a flat tone.
Wei Fei nodded quickly.
"So what did you wish for it?"
The old Taoist took a sip of tea and asked with interest.
"It's not that I don't have experience. I'm just too embarrassed to just say something like getting rich, or wishing for millions or tens of millions or something like that."
"I was thinking that if I learn some Kung Fu, I can make a little money by butchering cows for others, even if I can't split rocks."
Wei Fei said with a wry smile.
"Then you may be on the right track. If he is really that person, he has also mastered killing. It won't be a problem for him to teach you some earthly martial arts."
The old Taoist immediately smiled and said.
"Then what?"
The old Taoist grabbed a handful of melon seeds and started to crack them. Wei Fei felt that he was probably in the mood of listening to a story.
Yes, if Wei Fei hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought it was absurd.
But the old Taoist was the one he had met who had the most extraordinary temperament.
If it weren’t for the flood two years ago, the old Taoist would have sprained his ankle when he went down the mountain.
Wei Fei probably still has some idea of a hermit master plot towards the other party.
However, the old Taoist has a good personality and knows a lot, so Wei Fei would chat with him when he is free.
"Then, I woke up..."
"I took a look and the incense had just burned out..."
Wei Fei scratched his head, feeling that this matter was a bit mysterious.
"Read less novels and learn more."
"First, go check what Xuanniao means."
"If you understand it, you won't be panicked, and you won't have any random thoughts."
"This is cultivation, there's nothing mysterious about it."
The old Taoist listened to the story for a long time but did not make fun of him.
Just smiled and said so.
Then the old Taoist left.
Wei Fei took out his cell phone to check, and immediately found it a bit absurd.
But the previous scene was completely different from his usual dreams.
That kind of real and clear memory is clearly separated from ordinary dreams.
After returning home, Wei Fei still felt a little dazed.
He plucked up his courage and ran to the inner room to take a look at the tablet. The wooden tablet was still there intact.
It was as if everything that happened before was really just a dream.
Wei Fei fell asleep with a subtle mood.
Then, he saw the truth...
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Yi Chun looked at the mortal creature below with great curiosity.
He had attempted the Xuanniao totem once before.
In a sense, the worship of the Xuanniao totem is like a public belief port within a limited group.
Yi Chun responded to the call of a mortal.
However, the other party does not seem to have relevant experience.
In other words, he may not have thought that he could really call upon God in this way.
Yi Chun doesn't need believers, but he needs targets.
Just like he had used the greenskin as a target before and pulled the entire Anno into the dream world.
Yi Chun needs a target so that he can gain a certain power as a dream master in other planes.
Those groups that worship the Xuanniao are good targets.
Yi Chun once made a similar attempt.
But at that time, he could only simply transmit some spells.
Now, he can directly transmit his consciousness and power like a god.
However, Yi Chun still overlooked some things:
He is no longer the mortal he once was, and now he possesses the power of the master of dreams.
Just existence and contact will cause some kind of transformation of everything.
The other party's call, which was like a religious ritual, made the connection even closer.
Therefore, when the other person fell into a deep sleep, his soul was inevitably drawn over...
This gave Yi Chun some inspiration.
"Don't panic."
Yi Chun said so.
The mountains and rivers of Arnold echo with his gentle whispers.
"Since you desire strength, then seek it through the sharpening of the sword."
The next moment, Yi Chun pulled the other person's soul to a certain level of the dream world.
There, he will continue to fight.
Until his mortal body awakened...
Afterwards, Wei Fei looked solemnly at the orc in front of him whose arms were thicker than his thighs.
What wish did I make?
Oh, I said I wanted to learn some martial arts...
