"Cough, White Dragon Sister, you don't have to worry too much." Song Shuhang coughed softly, and said, "Even if Shiliu doesn't have a place to enter the Holy Mount of Gar, isn't there still Senior White's' small black room 'disposable flying sword?"
Shiliu Su raised his head to look at White Dragon Sister, and said, "Moreover, if he wants to draw energy, shouldn't he draw your power, White Dragon Sister?"
Song Shuhang nodded in agreement. "After all, White Dragon Sister, you are the true dragon."
White Dragon Sister fell silent.
She lowered her head and looked at Song Shuhang, staring at him for a long time.
Finally, she shook her head gently and sighed. "Sure enough, it's very tiring to communicate with a young man like you, who has been sharpening his sword for ten years and hasn't used it yet. I create opportunities for you, but you can't grasp them. "… I'm helping you, but you want to stab me with your tentacles?
"???" Song Shuhang.
He felt that White Dragon Sister was indirectly mocking him.
"Squeak ~"
At this time, the door was pushed open again.
"It's so late, why aren't you two resting? Can't you sleep? "Senior White came in with an empty kettle and handed it to Song Shuhang.
After Song Shuhang took the empty bottle, he naturally sent it to the mouth of the 'living spring' in the Inner World, filled it with water, and handed it to Senior White. "I just finished my work."
Shiliu Su replied, "I saw that the light in Shuhang's room was still on, so I came over to take a look."
"Since you haven't slept yet, I'll treat you to tea. At noon, when I was shopping in the world of beast cultivators, I bought this flower tea. After drinking this tea, it can improve the quality of one's sleep, and the effect is very good, "Senior White said with a smile.
In the small pavilion under the moon.
Senior White began to boil water and make tea.
Senior Turtle, Lady Onion, Su Clan's Shiliu, and Song Shuhang sat in a row.
He didn't know what flower Senior White's flower tea was made from, but it was especially fragrant.
After Song Shuhang drank a cup, his eyelids became heavy.
After refilling his glass, he fell asleep while drinking.
In a daze, Song Shuhang dreamed of a familiar scene.
It was a world of pure white clouds.
Song Shuhang walked in the clouds as if he was walking on cotton.
In front of him, a figure was leading the way, and he followed behind.
As they walked, the figure in front of them suddenly turned around.
The Scholarly Sage!
The eyes of the Sage were as bright as the rising sun.
When he saw the familiar Sage, Song Shuhang felt a faint pain in his waist. He had done some research and found that it was very likely to be pregnancy back pain.
What kind of surprise was the Saint going to give him this time?
After studying three eyes, double pupils, and spiders, could it be that the Sage was going to study flies this time?
But unexpectedly, the Sage in the dream didn't talk about 'eyes'. Instead, he asked, "Do you know about the nascent soul?"
Song Shuhang replied, "I do. When a cultivator reaches the Seventh Stage Venerable Realm, a nascent soul will be born on a lotus."
"Wrong." The Sage's eyes were bright. "If one doesn't experience pregnancy, how can a nascent soul be born?"
Song Shuhang: "…"
After taking a big detour, was the topic still going back to the 'Impregnating Gaze'?
This was all a trick.
"No pregnancy, no nascent soul. Did you comprehend it?" The Sage's eyes shone brightly.
Knock! It was the expert's appraisal technique!
Song Shuhang was startled, and a cool feeling spread through his consciousness, waking him up from the dream.
Song Shuhang muttered, "Fortunately, it was a dream. Fortunately, it was a dream."
While he was talking, he suddenly discovered that his consciousness was still floating high in the sky.
The dream … didn't seem to be over yet?
A series of dreams? A dream within a dream?
They didn't give him a chance to log out!
In the dream.
His consciousness floated, and finally drifted to a building that he was familiar with — it was a teaching building of his former alma mater, Wenzhou City's Number Two High School.
In this teaching building, the students were listening attentively.
On the podium, there was a teacher who was both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, imparting knowledge about life to the students.
This included the process of pregnancy and the birth of a baby.
In the end, it was still pregnancy.
Song Shuhang: "…"
This nightmare is endless, isn't it?
[Is it going to end or not? Why is it that as a man, all you keep dreaming about is' pregnancy '?] A delicate voice said unhappily.
Song Shuhang: "???"
Who?
Was someone trying to influence his dream?
I was wondering why I suddenly started having nightmares related to 'pregnancy'. It turns out that someone was secretly messing with me.
Since he knew that someone was messing with him, it was easy to deal with.
Dreams and mental aspects were Song Shuhang's forte.
Let's not talk about the ability to enter dreams for now.
Whether it was the virtuous lamia, Fairy Creation, Black Skin Jouko Hagi, or Inner Demon Chixiao Sword, all of them had the ability to deal with or resist dreams.
[True Self Meditation Scripture]! Song Shuhang took the initiative to open his' consciousness space '.
The vast consciousness space opened.
[Speaking of which, I haven't paid attention to my true self for a while. I wonder what the state of my true self is like now?] Song Shuhang brought out his' true self '.
During this period of time, he had been possessed by the Scholarly Sage, so he should have been infected with a bit of a scholarly temperament, right?
Soon, his' true self 'emerged in his consciousness space.
This time, Song Shuhang had guessed correctly — his true self had indeed been influenced by the Scholarly Sage.
For example, the scholarly general style silk scarf on the head of his true self!
He looked down …
There was nothing below.
His true self was the same as his main body, with only a bald head floating in the air, exuding a dark metallic luster.
Song Shuhang closed his eyes in pain, unable to bear to look directly at his true self.
Fairy Creation appeared. She stretched out her hand to touch Song Shuhang's true self, and sang, "I ~ Song ~ Dumby ~ want to use my tongue ~"
The virtuous lamia said, "In the void, with every stroke."
Black Skin Jouko Hagi thought for a while, and then added, "Write the word 'miserable'?"
"Miserable." Song Shuhang didn't refute.
Inner Demon Chixiao Sword asked, "Don't be naughty. Who is the guy who is affecting your dream?"
As an orthodox inner demon, it hadn't sensed that someone was secretly affecting Song Shuhang's dream from beginning to end.
As the light of virtue, the virtuous lamia also didn't receive any warnings of a mental attack.
"I'm out." Song Shuhang turned his head.
In his consciousness space, a figure was forcibly taken in by Song Shuhang and condensed.
It had shoulder-length short hair, a pretty little face, and carefully trimmed eyebrows.
It was the grown-up version of Shiliu.
"It's you?" Song Shuhang narrowed his eyes.
He really didn't expect that the one who was affecting his dream would be her.
On the opposite side, Big Sixteen calmly looked back at Song Shuhang.
"Tell me, who are you, and why are you affecting my dream?" Song Shuhang flicked his hair, and the silk scarf, the symbol of the Scholarly Sage's aura, flew out.
His magical hair fluttered in the air.
Big Sixteen slowly replied, "I am … Su Clan's Ten."
Black Skin Jouko Hagi affirmed, "She's lying."
Big Sixteen was stuck for a long time before spitting out the last word.
Song Shuhang: "…"
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