The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 59: Nine lives of Tao and fruit, ten lives of perfection

When the projection of the secret realm appeared, all the saints were startled.

Because the scene in the secret realm was very different from what they expected.

The scene in the secret realm, even the golden lotus transformed by the saint's Taoist heart, can only be vaguely detected in the end.

I saw that in the secret realm, the mountain peaks hung upside down in the sky, and the clouds covered the soles of my feet, giving me an extremely mysterious and weird feeling.

It's like...this secret realm is really just a bubble-like dream.

Mo Zhai frowned and looked at this scene, "The dream... reminds me of that person."

"It is said that Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies. I don't know whether Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies or butterflies dreamed of Zhuang Sheng. But when it comes to the Three Thousand Ways of Great Dreams, there is only... that one."

Mo Zhai is a veteran saint. He has a long life and has seen more people and things.

So when he said this, Baihua Saint and Blood Crocodile Demon Ancestor both pricked up their ears.

Baihua Saint was even more curious and asked, "Who is that person?"

Mo Zhai glanced at her and smiled slightly, "She is also a woman, but she has reached a different level from us. Therefore, everyone calls her...the Dream Master."

"Dream...Master?"

Baihua Saint silently recited this name, feeling fascinated in his heart.

Mo Zhai glanced at Baihua Saint and sighed secretly.

If that character was still there, maybe Baihua's path would not be so bumpy.

One walks the path of dreams and the other walks the path of illusion. There must be a certain connection between the true and the false.

After this conversation, everyone was silent and looked at the picture projected by Jin Lian.

In the secret realm.

Song Lanyi frowned, and the power of yin and yang turned into a strangulating blade, completely chopping up the monster in front of him.

She watched the butterflies overflowing from Yao Man's body, integrating into her body little by little and uncontrollably, and then Yao Man showed a look of relief before he died.

She grabbed a butterfly, but the butterfly passed through her hand again as if it was a non-existent object.

"This thing...what exactly is it?"

Song Lanyi rubbed his brows, a little helpless.

Is it possible that all secret realms are so strange?

She looked up at the temple in front of her and stepped in again.

In the temple, there is also a clay sculpture.

The moment I saw the clay sculpture, the scene in front of me changed again.

A cold finger touched Song Lanyi's eyebrows.

The girl's cold and indifferent face appeared in front of Song Lanyi, and she said softly, "Come here and look for me."

In the dark, Song Lanyi seemed to see many butterflies pouring into her mind, but she couldn't control it all.

She looked at the girl who could resist her movements with just one finger, and suddenly there was a hint of unwillingness in her heart.

In this secret realm, she first passively endured an illusion and experienced the pain of losing her father again.

Then he came to the temple and either killed people or was forced to pass on these weird butterflies.

But... why, why should she go step by step and follow the rhythm of the person behind the arrangement?

Song Lanyi's suppressed mood for a long time suddenly broke out, and her eyes were no longer peaceful, but instead a hint of anger suddenly rose up.

Her eyebrows jumped, and the big gilded book between her eyebrows appeared in her hand.

She closed her eyes and searched for the poem she needed in her mind.

In fact, Song Lanyi had already discovered that something was wrong with herself in the secret realm.

Under the influence of the butterfly, her originally peaceful mentality gradually became cold, ruthless and even bloodthirsty as she gradually approached the girl.

At this moment, she doesn't need poems about fighting against the enemy, because... she can't defeat him.

What she really needs is a poem that expresses her true feelings.

Within a few breaths, Song Lanyi had made up her mind.

"Whoever abandons me will not retain yesterday's day."

"Those who mess up my mind will have many worries today."

As soon as the first two sentences came out, the girl's expression couldn't help but change.

She no longer looked cold and indifferent as before, but looked at Song Lanyi with a slightly thoughtful look.

The girl couldn't help but murmured, "The number is nine, and the fruit of nine lifetimes will turn into ten lifetimes of perfection..."

Song Lanyi didn't care about Tao Fruit, Perfection, or Nine Lives at this moment.

A touch of pride arose in her heart out of thin air.

No matter whether she has a previous life or not, they are all from the past, they are all "those who abandoned me", they are all those that cannot be kept, and they are all evil ties that need to be severed.

And no matter in the previous life or in this life, whether it is Song Hanhai or his father in the previous life, the real thing is fake, the fake is real, in fact, in the final analysis, they are all "those who disturb my mind".

From the idealistic perspective that Song Lanyi wants to believe, she has seen and experienced it. So, even if it is fake, what is the difference between it and the truth?

Her mind became increasingly clear, and the shadow that had been lingering in her heart for many days seemed to be melted away by the blazing sun at this moment.

She looked into the girl's surprised eyes, her thoughts flowed freely in her mind, she laughed, and truly immersed herself in this poem.

"The long winds send autumn geese thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy this high-rise building."

"Penglai article Jian'an bone, small Xie in the middle and clear hair."

Li Bai's figure floated out of the gilded book at some point. He looked at Song Lanyi with a smile in his eyes, stroked the top of her hair with his hand with a smile, and said word by word, "We are both happy, strong, and full of thoughts.

I want to go up to the blue sky and see the bright moon."

As he finished speaking, a ray of clear light suddenly appeared in the dark night of the secret realm, clear and shallow.

People in the secret realm couldn't help but look up at the only source of light.

Not far from the temple, a human race and a demon race were confronting each other. However, when the bright moon rose, they noticed this strange phenomenon for the first time.

Zhu Xulin took a piece of grass in his mouth, squinted his eyes, and looked at the bright moon. Suddenly, he laughed, "This bright moon is the result of talent. There are strong people in our human race nearby! Brothers, hold on!"

Zhou Xi glanced at Zhu Xulin and his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

No matter how many times she watched it, she still couldn't accept Zhu Xulin's appearance as a second-rate man.

Your Majesty is so wise and powerful, how come your only legitimate son is such a thing?

On the other side, when Yao Man saw this, he couldn't help but be wary.

But just at this moment, there was a faint sound in the distance.

"Cut the knife to cut off the water and the water will flow more; raise a cup to relieve the sorrow and sorrow will become more and more sorrowful."

"If life is not satisfactory in this world, it will ruin the boat in the Ming Dynasty."

Poetry, done!

Song Lanyi felt as if she was lying inside a ship above the stars. Under the gentle yet warm light of the bright moon, the stars in her body turned into flowing water and poured into her mind.

The bun that was tied up behind her back fell out of nowhere, and her long hair hung down to her waist, giving her a sense of being a celebrity and a celebrity.

In front of her, the girl's figure gradually faded away, and she sighed quietly.

She obviously looked like a child, but her words had a slightly hoarse magnetic voice.

"Why bother? Transformed by the Nine Life Paths and Fruits, you and I... are indistinguishable from each other."

This is a small prelude. Guess which life the dreamer is in?

There is a saying I like very much: The world is a big dream, and things turn cold in autumn.

The ancient Greek philosopher Epictetus once said that we step onto a stage not of our choosing and perform a play not of our choosing.

When the counselor was chatting with me, he also said that life is actually very painful, because when you appear in this world, you come crying, and when you finally leave, you also leave amidst the cries of others.

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So I feel that life is like a dream, don’t pursue too much, just experience it and it will be fine. This is the way of thinking that I recognized when I was 20 years old and a freshman. I am writing here today,

I hope that many years later, when I look through the notes here, I can feel a smile.

I am so young that some readers may think that I cannot pick up a pen and write such content. In fact, I also have these concerns.

Therefore, these things can be regarded as records of my growth.

ps: Don’t think I’m verbose.

(End of chapter)