Big dreamer

In the early morning, there was a clear chirping of birds, and a ray of morning sun squeezed through the branches of the welcoming pine, squeezed into the half-open window, and shone on the cheeks of the person on the bed.

Shen Luo's eyelids trembled slightly, he squinted and opened them a little, then immediately raised his hand to cover his eyes.

"hiss……"

As a result, as soon as he raised his hand, a cramp-like muscle soreness hit him immediately, and his consciousness immediately woke up.

A strong panic immediately rose from the bottom of my heart. Shen Luo sat up from the bed, shrank back, and hurriedly looked around.

I saw a narrow table next to the wall not far in front of me, with a stack of shabby ancient books piled on it. Not far from the table, there was a window and a door side by side. It all looked so familiar. abnormal.

An expression of ecstasy appeared on Shen Luo's face, and he looked down at his body again.

The clothes were intact, and although the body was sore and unbearable, there were no scratches at all. It felt more like the discomfort caused by excessive exercise.

A familiar smell of damp mold mixed with sandalwood rushed into his nose, making him sneeze uncontrollably.

At this time, Shen Luo finally believed that he was in the residence of Chunqiu Temple at this moment, and not that gloomy ghost village.

"What happened last night was just a nightmare!" Shen Luo touched the real wooden bed under him and let out a long breath. All the scenes last night were still vivid in his mind, and for a while, he actually gave birth to a strange feeling. An illusion that feels like another world.

Shen Luo raised his sleeves and wiped his forehead, only to find that his forehead and temples were soaked with sweat. Even his back was covered with moisture, and some of it stuck to his back, making him feel very uncomfortable.

He sat on the bed in a daze for a while, only to realize that it was already past his usual time to wake up, and it seemed that even his morning practice exercises would be delayed.

"It's just a dream..." Shen Luo muttered a few words to himself, as if he wanted to forcefully convince himself, then he moved and got out of bed.

Who would have thought that his feet had just stepped on the blue cloth shoes, and as soon as he exerted his strength to stand up, he felt that his legs were weak, and he fell forward directly. When he tried to support his body with his arms, Only then did he realize that his arms were so weak that he fell straight to the ground.

"Ouch..."

Shen Luo wailed, struggled to get up from the ground, and sat on the edge of the bed again little by little.

Only then did he notice that something was really wrong with his body. Although his body bones were not very good to begin with, he was obviously very exhausted now.

"What on earth is going on?" He began to feel a little horrified in his heart. If he had simply slept and had a nightmare, it would definitely not be like this.

In fact, since the Yin Qi invaded his body, Shen Luowu had nightmares and encountered all kinds of weird dreams. But now that he thinks about it, the feeling is completely different from what he experienced last night.

Moreover, if it was really just a dream, how could his memory of the dream be so clear and real, and how could his body be so exhausted? It was as if he had really experienced a fierce battle.

But if it is not a dream, how to explain it? Could it be that he really sleepwalked down the mountain, went to a village at the foot of the mountain, and then sleepwalked back again?

But this doesn't make sense. He had lost his life in that mountain village last night. His whole body was scarred and his clothes were in tatters. He should never be like this.

Thinking of this, Shen Luo's expression became gloomy and uncertain. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that what happened last night was too weird, and his head felt a little bigger.

He rubbed his brow with his hand, leaned back, and simply lay down on the bed again.

"Bang" sound.

Shen Luo felt as if his head had hit something hard, and he suddenly sat up again with excitement, turning around and taking a quick look.

There was a long, rectangular yellow object placed on the bedside. It was the "treasure" he had found earlier, the mysterious ancient jade pillow. The original rattan pillow was pushed aside and pressed against the wall. .

Shen Luo was stunned!

Last night, he actually slept on this jade pillow all night without knowing it!

But he clearly remembered that he put this thing on the desk next to the pile of ancient books before going to bed last night. How could it end up on his bedside?

"Is it possible... that the nightmare last night has something to do with this? Or is there something unclean in the jade pillow itself?"

He remembered that there was a record in "The Chronicle of Zhang Tianshi's Subduing Demons", which said that a scholar in Qi'an County, Lingnan Province, picked up an ancient bronze mirror by the river during a spring outing. On the back, he saw the word "Xiaoyao" written in small bronze script on the back. He thought it was Whatever antiquities they had, they took them home and kept them privately.

As a result, a female ghost was sealed in the Xiaoyao mirror. Every full moon night, she would come out of the mirror and absorb his yang energy. If Zhang Tianshi hadn't wandered here and came to save him, the scholar would have lost his yang energy and died. Don't know how he died.

When he thought of this story, Shen Luo ignored his weakness and hurriedly got out of bed, took the small wolf-hair awl from the desk, reached over with the end of the pen, and gently poked the jade pillow on the bed.

The jade pillow moved back, and there was no abnormal light shining on it, nor any sinister ghosts coming out of it. It looked no different from ordinary things.

Shen Luo was still a little worried, so he took out a small porcelain bottle, poured some cinnabar out of it, rubbed his hands together, and then carefully stretched out an index finger and touched the jade with his fingertips. pillow.

Except for the cold touch of the jade pillow, there was still nothing unusual.

"Don't be possessed by some sinister spirit again..." Shen Luo retracted his hand, still frowning slightly, feeling a little uneasy.

He thought about it for a while, glanced at the jade pillow, walked quickly to the door, sat cross-legged on the floor, held the Yuan in his hands, kept his mind calm, and began to silently operate the Small Yang Gong.

It's just that he was a little distracted by the dream last night. At this moment, he wanted to keep his mind calm, but he couldn't enter meditation for a long time. It took him a full two hours to finally operate the Small Huayang Gong for a small week.

The exercises are running very smoothly, and the yang energy in the body is filling every part of the body.

After finishing the exercise, Shen Luo slowly opened his eyes and exhaled gently, and then the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.