Kanagawa Taoist College Students

Sleep is no longer necessary for Li Xuehao. With his current state, he can still be energetic even if he has not slept for decades.

However, like ordinary people, he insists on sleeping every day. In addition to relaxing himself, he also doesn't want to become a freak who doesn't sleep.

Lying on the beach, with his mind relaxed, he gradually fell into sleep. Suddenly, he felt a throbbing and suddenly opened his eyes.

I saw the jade carving lady in my hand flashing a misty white light. The white light slowly spread, like smoke and fog, lingering within a few meters.

After lingering for a while, it began to gather together, gradually condensing into a half-real and half-real figure.

The figure was wearing a wide robe with long sleeves and fluttering white clothes. His long black hair was only tied with a hairband, hanging around his neck, down to his chest, and down to his waist.

As the sea breeze blows, the whole person's clothes are curled up, like a fairy.

Li Xuehao looked closely and saw that the figure's appearance was exactly the same as the jade carving lady in his hand. He subconsciously blurted out: "Xiao Qiao?"

When the figure heard her name being called, a pair of deep eyes fixed on him, seeming to be sizing him up, then seeming to be meditating, and finally turned into a slight smile: "You are not Zhou Lang."

The sound is pleasant to the ear, like pearls and jade rolling down a plate, seemingly far away but actually close, like the sound of nature.

Zhou Lang!

This title made Li Xuehao almost confirm the identity of the other party. Is it really Xiao Qiao?

Recalling what Zhou Ruijian said, the jade lady was carved by Zhou Yu according to Xiao Qiao, so the figure in front of her was naturally Xiao Qiao.

Zhou Yu and Xiao Qiao were both people who lived more than 1,800 years ago. It is impossible for them to survive until now. The only ones who can stay are their spiritual bodies.

But he didn't feel a trace of evil spirit or resentment from the figure in front of him, such as the dark things that belong to the spirit body. Instead, he felt a kind of ethereal spiritual aura, bright and upright, just like a real fairy.

Moreover, the figure is not stepping on the sand, but is suspended in mid-air, wearing a wide robe with big sleeves and fluttering skirts. If someone sees it, they will only think that they are seeing a legendary fairy.

"What is this place?" The figure looked around, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if this strange place made her a little confused.

"This is my world." Li Xuehao unfolded his spiritual consciousness. The human figure in front of him was not a spiritual being, and his spiritual body was not a spiritual body. He was somewhere between reality and reality. But what he could clearly see with his eyes, under the cover of his spiritual consciousness, looked like It's like it doesn't exist, it can't sense anything.

"Your world?" The figure was startled for a moment, then stared at him for a long time, then shook his head and said, "You are not Zhou Lang."

"I'm indeed not Zhou Lang. I wonder what you call me?" Li Xuehao was patient. The figure in front of him made him feel more and more strange, and at the same time, he felt a little vigilant in his heart.

Although the figure between reality and reality did not give him a threatening feeling, this kind of powerlessness in not being able to sense the other person's existence was something he had never encountered before.

Either the other party is somehow much stronger than him, which makes his spiritual perception useless, or the figure in front of him is an illusory thing, which cannot be sensed because it does not exist.

But eyes don’t deceive. If we can see, why can’t we feel?

"I don't practice Taoism." The figure shook his head, looked around again, and suddenly became panicked, "Zhou Lang, where is Zhou Lang?"

"There is no Zhou Lang here." Li Xuehao frowned. The other party's behavior seemed to be a lunatic.

"Zhou Lang, Zhou Lang——" The figure ignored him and shouted loudly towards the surroundings, his voice getting louder and louder.

"I've already said, there is no Zhou Lang here!" Li Xuehao said in a deep voice.

"It's you, it's you who hid Zhou Lang. Give Zhou Lang back to me!" The figure suddenly turned around and stared at him full of resentment, his face gradually becoming ferocious.

Li Xuehao retreated instinctively, and the figure screamed suddenly, turning into a white shadow and rushing towards him.

Li Xuehao was startled, twisted a sword formula with his fingers, and stabbed towards the shadow.

However, the strange thing is that the twisted sword technique cannot gather a trace of spiritual energy and has no effect at all. The shadow has already rushed in front of him and threw him to the ground...

call--

Li Xuehao sat up from the sand and opened his eyes. He was still holding the jade carving lady in his hand. How could there be any figure or white light in front of him? There are endless stretches of beach and sea.

It turned out that I was just dreaming.

Holding the jade carving lady in hand, Li Xuehao stood up from the beach. The dream just now was so real that he didn't realize it was a dream.

Why is this happening?

He, a practitioner who had perfected the foundation of Dzogchen and was able to step into the Golden Elixir realm by chance, actually fell into a dream without knowing it. This "Dream-Wandering Fairy" was really weird.

Holding it in his hand, Li Xuehao checked it again, but there was still no response in terms of consciousness or spiritual energy.

"Chirp——"

Suddenly, a bolt of yellow lightning flashed through the air, heading straight for the jade lady in his hand.

Li Xuehao turned his backhand slightly to avoid the yellow lightning's attack, but the yellow lightning was unwilling to do so. He threw it away and shot straight at it like lightning again.

This time, Li Xuehao did not avoid it, and let the yellow lightning fall on his hand, grabbing the jade lady in his mouth.

The yellow lightning that revealed its body turned out to be a ball of furry Sakura, holding the jade carving lady in its pointed mouth, and started to bite it with a "click".

"This is not edible." Li Xuehao originally thought that the cat that had just woken up wanted to play with him, but unexpectedly it regarded the jade carving lady as a delicacy, but it was too late to stop it. The hard jade carving lady was under Sakura's beak. Like a crisp biscuit, it was easily bitten open, and the "head" entered its stomach in the blink of an eye.

"Chirp--" it looked very cheerful and continued to chew "ka-ka".

A soft "pop" sound, like the sound of a balloon bursting, exploded on the jade carving of the lady in Sakura's mouth, and a wisp of white light appeared from it.

Sakura was obviously frightened. She probably never expected that the food would suddenly "explode", so she vomited out the remaining half of the jade carving of the lady.

The jade carving lady who fell on the sand had no head, and a white light like smoke was slowly released from the damaged opening.

The misty white light, just like in a dream, first diffused, then condensed, and finally condensed into a half-empty, half-real figure in mid-air.

Xiao Qiao!

Yes, it is exactly the same as the figure in the dream just now, with a wide robe and big sleeves, black hair like clouds, and a graceful figure, like a fairy on the dust.

"Where is this place?" The figure looked around, and finally focused on someone. He stared at him for a moment, with hesitation and surprise, "Zhou Lang?"

"I'm not." Li Xuehao shook his head and secretly channeled his spiritual energy. This time, it must not have been a dream.

"You are." The figure was very determined, his eyes full of resentment and a hint of unwillingness, "Zhou Lang, why did you abandon me?"

"I am not Zhou Lang." Li Xuehao repeated it again. This is really a lunatic. Just now he said in his dream that he was not Zhou Lang, but now he believes that he is Zhou Lang.

"Zhou Lang, why are you so cruel? If you are not Zhou Lang, why do you have Qingzi that I gave you?" As he spoke, the figure glanced at Xiao Ying on his shoulder and asked quietly.

"Qing...what?" Li Xuehao was stunned. Xiaoying was not a gift from her.

"Qingzi, it's the Luan bird my father begged for from Kunlun Mountain, and it's also a testimony between you and me. Zhou Lang, have you forgotten?" The figure had a resentful look on his face, as if he was looking at a heartless man.

Li Xuehao: "..."