Volume 2, Chapter 302: Entering a Dream.

Hei Bai seemed to believe it but not to believe it. The person he guessed in his mind was Ye Tingmu. Although he had never had any intersection with this person, just as Zang said in front of him, Hei Bai was also guessing, and the point on which his guess was based was also the one that Ling Wanxiang wanted to attack the whole world.

But then again, Ling Wanxiang, what I want most now is probably your burial.

If the Zang in front of him had not come from the lower world, he would rather believe that Zang was the person he was waiting for.

Although the burial was almost the same as what he guessed, Hei Bai still refused to admit it.

Instead, he said, "Don't worry about who it is. Just tell me whether you agree or not."

Ye Tingmu was speechless. Looking at Hei Bai's reaction, it was 100% certain that he would not run away. He curled his lips with a hint of far-fetchedness.

"Okay, since you don't want to tell me, I won't ask. I promise you."

"Okay, that's great. Tell me, when are you going out?"

Hei Bai asked. Although Zizang had not mentioned anything about the Immortal Mountain since he sat down, Hei Bai naturally knew what he wanted to do.

The only thing he could do was to hold back the four emperors outside.

Ye Tingmu's mind was a little confused at the moment.

He replied: "We will set out early tomorrow morning."

"Okay, no problem!"

The man and the dog chatted for a few more sentences before Ye Tingmu left.

The moon was bright in the sky and the stars were still shining. Ye Tingmu, with his thoughts on his mind, unknowingly came to the top of Jianfeng and came to Baili Xun's tomb.

He came to the tombstone and squatted down.

He took out a pot of wine from the storage bag and poured two cups in front of the grave.

"Master, I come to see you again. I will be leaving tomorrow. Please remember to protect me from your spirit in heaven."

He murmured, talking to himself at the cold stone tablet in front of him.

For three days, there were some words and some things that he could only keep in his heart and no one to tell. Although he was not alone in Broken Sword Mountain, he still felt very lonely.

Without the hustle and bustle of the world, everything is so unfamiliar, but I am slowly getting used to it.

He sat down, leaning against the stone tablet.

Looking at the quiet starry sky above my head, my thoughts drift away.

The appearance of Hei Bai was unexpected and an accident, or in other words, everything he experienced in his life was an accident, but in a mysterious way, it was also expected. Of course, this was not expected by himself, but by others.

When he was in the East China Sea, he felt that his life and the path he had taken were always controlled by an invisible big hand, and everything seemed to be arranged.

He always faces enemies that are much stronger than himself, and every time someone will come to his rescue.

And he was able to turn defeat into victory every time. Although the process was ups and downs, the result was never in doubt.

Originally he thought that after three days, he would have to walk the rest of the way by himself. Along the way, he fought against the immortals outside the burial ground, trapped the ten major immortal sects in the Demon Sealing City, and later caused chaos in the three cities of the Heavenly Palace. He thought that no one had helped him with all this.

So everything is done by relying on one's own strength.

But today, Hei Bai's words brought him back to reality, and he felt that the invisible big hand was still there.

It made him feel like his life was still being watched.

Although he could feel that this hand had no hostility towards him, the feeling of being controlled made him inexplicably uncomfortable.

It is just like the plot of Journey to the West. The goal is to reach the West. You will experience eighty-one difficulties on the way, and each disaster is carefully designed. Although there are many dangers, everything is in the control of others.

It's all in someone else's game.

He thought of the old man on the road of reincarnation, and asked himself, am I afraid of entering this situation?

I think what I am facing is just a situation.

Whether it was the human world, heaven, or the future sea boundary, it made him inexplicably irritated.

He took a sip of wine, looked at the sky, and a gleam of determination flashed in his eyes.

"No matter who you are, no matter what your purpose is, I will definitely get rid of you. I am the master of my own destiny. Why should I need others to arrange it for me?"

He did not live his life for himself, but for his younger brothers and sisters. As a father, all he wanted was for his younger brothers and sisters to grow up healthily, without worries and in peace.

This is what he has been seeking all his life, not to be treated as a chess piece and moved step by step.

At this moment, a rebellious mentality arose in his heart, making him instinctively want to break free from the control of this big hand.

I thought about it like this for a long, long time.

True spirit, world spirit, ancestral god, ancient times, three days, world sea, eternal continent.

These words come to mind from time to time.

In a blink of an eye, the pot of wine was empty.

He shook the empty wine jug in his hand, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of helpless bitterness.

He smiled and said, "Why think so much? If you want to change, you have no choice but to become stronger. Only when you are strong enough can you face all the unknowns."

At this moment, he secretly swore in his heart that in this life, he would stand on the top of the world, look down on the universe, use the sword as the edge, cut through the heavens, and dominate this world.

That night, Ye Tingmu did not practice, but instead took a good vacation.

Although immortals do not need to sleep or eat.

But that night, Ye Tingmu fell asleep.

From the time he entered the cycle of reincarnation to the third day and then entered Broken Sword Mountain, a full 40 years had passed.

Ye Tingmu has never slept in these 40 years. This is the first time since the beginning of the new era.

Maybe the wine was strong enough, so he got drunk, or maybe the stars in the night sky were too beautiful, so he felt sleepy.

Or maybe he was already tired.

He did fall asleep anyway.

He hadn't had a dream for forty years, but when he did, he saw his brothers and sisters whom he had been missing day and night.

In his dream, he saw Feng He giving birth to a big fat boy and insisted on naming him herself. He also dreamed that Guan Qi married the person she loved most and smiled so sweetly.

He dreamed that Qingfeng tricked the honest Ye Nian and took him to rob bird nests.

I dreamed of Jinghong and Qiqi stealing my aged wine secretly.

I also dreamed of Dahei and Heibai, bragging. One said you are so awesome, and the other said you are so dog.

There are also Li Gao, Shijie, Wanjin, Xiaolu, Heizi...

He dreamed of all the people he cared about. They built a village, and Ye Tingmu, that is, himself, was the village chief, highly respected and virtuous.

There are also two trees planted in front of the village, one is a peach tree and the other is also...

In the dream, Ye Tingmu smiled sweetly and was very happy...

The sunshine of the breeze falls.

The sword's tip is golden.

Baili Qianqiu shook Ye Tingmu, who was lying on the ground with a smirk on his face, and said, "Sword Master, wake up. It's time to set off."

Ye Tingmu was awakened and looked at Baili Qianqiu in a daze, "What's wrong?"

"It's time to go." Baili Qianqiu replied.

"Oh. Okay! Let's go..."

He spoke in a low, somewhat lost tone, and sighed in his heart, "Oh, if this wasn't a dream, it would have been great. It's a pity that I woke up too early."