Volume 3, Chapter 159: The Dream

Hundreds of years later...Eternal Fairyland.

A long sword hangs upside down in the sky, and a stone statue rises into the sky, holding a scroll in one hand and the universe in the other.

There are scattered figures below.

Countless scholars, handsome young men, and outstanding people in the galaxy came here admiringly, walking on the moon and crossing the stars, traveling thousands of miles, just to catch a glimpse of the Sword Master.

They looked up here, with obsession and enthusiasm in their eyes, exclamations and boiling noises.

A handsome scholar, holding a folding fan, pointed at a towering stone tablet and chanted loudly. People passing by all stopped to look sideways and listen attentively.

The Sword Ancestor of Creation.

The northern mountains and the eastern wilderness.

Mountains, rivers and lakes, and three-tenths of the houses are thatched.

Wake up in spring, step on peach blossoms and kill monsters.

In the cold winter, he lay down and read military books.

The young swordsman cuts off all the absurd things in the world.

A common man can relieve all the sufferings of poverty in the world.

As the Nine Provinces vie for supremacy, the gentleman draws his sword, tries to turn the tide and set national policy.

At the foot of Shanhaiguan, my king, with one sword, overwhelms all the heroes and rules the world.

Later he stepped into the sky, drew his sword and cut the sky, unified the long river and his fame would last forever.

Mu, with a three-foot long sword and a mortal body, finally defeated Zhihao, and in the place abandoned by the gods, he was promoted to the realm of immortals.

He crossed the sea boundary, led a force of 3,000 men, broke through the enemy's million-strong army, and won a great victory.

Then he set foot on the road of stars, soaring for thousands of miles, and the first one to reach it destroyed the gate of immortality.

Fight the immortal, kill the twelve kings, become the only beast in the heavens, and finally take the throne.

Once every three years, he breaks through the heavens and reaches the highest level of all things.

Break through the boundary and leave, leaving only one word.

"This time, I will slay all the heavens!"

The crowd stayed for a long time. In just a few hundred words, the life of the Sword Master was told, and the world appreciated and was shocked.

Countless people here inherit his will and continue his mission, and the passion has never stopped.

Somewhere in eternity, Feng He is brandishing the sword in his hand as usual, which is also the sword that covers the sky.

"1999, 2000, 2001..."

Ever since Su Changhe brought the news of Ye Tingmu's death, he threw away his knife and put down his hammer.

Instead, he picked up the sword, the sword of his eldest brother. Now that his eldest brother had passed away, he was the eldest brother of the Ye family. He had to take over his brother's orders and use the sword to protect the Ye family.

A plane of the starry sky.

A man and an ox were walking through the market, teaching the Dao on a high platform.

"What is the way of sages, and why do we study? The great Star Sword Ancestor once said, 'We should carry on the lost knowledge of the past sages...'"

The breeze is no longer the same breeze as it once was. It has lost its youthful sharpness and childlike innocence.

He has kind eyes and is well-educated. He can talk about the three thousand principles with just a word from his sleeves.

His brother is gone, but he is always in his heart. He has only one wish, which is to spread his brother's ideas throughout the world and educate all living things with his brother's ideas. For this reason, he bid farewell to eternity with Dahei and embarked on a journey of preaching.

In a sea of stars, a young man drank the wine in a pot and pointed his sword at the stars.

"When the great roc soars with the wind, it soars to ninety thousand miles... Brother, have you ever seen that thoughts can also split the sky with a sword?"

Ye Nian traveled all over the universe alone, just to follow Ye Tingmu's footsteps. He had been sensible all his life, but now that his elder brother is gone, he doesn't know who to put his arrogance to.

I just wander around.

The ups and downs of life, a world of high martial arts.

The two girls rode their horses, passing through thousands of mountains and crossing rivers and seas. They hid in the market and traveled in the rivers and lakes.

Traveling the world with a sword.

"Brother, Jinghong has really grown up now, have you seen it?"

"Brother, I'll be watching over Jinghong for you, don't worry."

Jinghong and Qiqi made an appointment to help Ye Tingmu fulfill his unfulfilled dream of becoming a martial arts world master and to become the boy chasing the wind.

They know.

Holding the wind does not necessarily mean holding freedom, but by holding the sword, the eldest brother will no longer have freedom.

Wan Jin, Zhou Heisan, the little monk, Du Tian, Xu Tian, Li Gou and other followers practiced hard in silence, pursuing the path to immortality and swore an oath in front of the statue of Yetingmu.

I have no other wish for the rest of my life but to defend the starry sky with my life.

"This is the king's universe, it is my universe, and I will guard this sea of stars."

"Brother, don't worry. As long as I am still alive, the sky will not fall."

"Sword Ancestor, the way of guarding the sword will be inherited by me."

“…”

The nine star beasts, the old man, the bronze statue, Su Changge and the younger generation of the Ye family set out on an unknown journey, and began to travel the sea of stars, trying to find the end of the universe...

"Father, Mr. Su told me that this world is huge, there is more than one universe, and that plateau should also have our story. Wait for me, I will definitely find a way to revive you."

In short, Ye Tingmu is gone, but his will is spread under the starry sky, and his descendants will continue to pick up their pens and write different magnificent stories.

Under the Milky Way, Dongfang Qingzhu looked up at the Milky Way with hazy eyes.

He lowered his head, picked up the pen, and wrote line after line of ink.

My dear husband, I am glad to receive your letter.

A cold rain came last night and the temperature dropped sharply. I listened to the cicadas chirping all night long but couldn’t fall asleep to see you.

I don’t know when the sky brightened and I took a nap.

Meet the dusk, full of wind.

I was staring blankly at the window again, with the starry sky all around me.

The tea is slightly cold, and I taste it as a line of poetry. I pick up the pen again and write down my longing for you.

I still miss you so much……

After a long time, she put down her pen and with her delicate hands, she folded the letter paper into another kite.

Holding it in the palm of his hand, he exhaled gently, creating a gust of wind, and the kite flapped its wings and flew up into the sky, gradually going farther and farther away.

A tear fell silently from the corner of the girl's eye and she whispered softly.

"I remember you told me that time is the best medicine in the world, but you walked away alone for 160 million years. That must be a very long time. So I will wait for you for 160 million years, okay? If you receive my letter, please come back soon."

"My husband, I miss you so much, do you know that?"

In the land of rivers and lakes, Hua Zhilu was dressed in red with a crimson flower blooming between her eyebrows. She stood by the mountains, looking at the clear sky, feeling sad and dreamy.

I once thought that I could see deer in the deep forest, whales in the blue sea, and you when I wake up from a dream.

Later I discovered that when the forest was deep, fog rose and I didn’t know where it was.

When the sea is blue, the waves surge, and it is daunting to look at.

When I woke up from the dream, the night continued and I was panic-stricken.

No deer, no whale, and no you.

It turns out that the real farewell was not the Peach Blossom Pool, nor the long pavilion on the ancient road, but that I thought it was my farewell, but it turned out to be your farewell. And did you hear clearly the words "I love you"?

She whispered, "Dream Demon, I'll leave everything to you."

The nightmare demon appeared in the sky.

"Sister Xiaolu, think carefully. If you enter a dream, you will never wake up again. Even if you are immortal, you can't wake up."

Her smile is enough to charm everyone.

"Why would I wake up if I could see my brother? My brother is no longer in the waking world, and there's nothing left for me to remember him by."

The nightmare shook his head helplessly and chose to compromise.

The deer stepped into the fog, and the dream began.

She smiled sweetly, her eyes full of happiness and expectation, "In my dreams, my brother will definitely marry me, hehe."

In Beimang, Kyushu, it snows heavily during the winter solstice.

In the former thatched house, Guanqi held a small bowl and took a sip of the medicinal soup inside.

Then her beautiful eyebrows raised.

“It’s so bitter.”

She drank it all in one gulp, but still couldn't sleep all night, so she got up and looked at the moon from the windowsill.

"Brother, you really are a liar. I've been drinking this medicine for five years and it's useless. It took me so long to find it."

I remember my brother once said that there is a medicine in the world that can relieve the pain of lovesickness.

Just need two liang of nine-leaf Fritillaria cirrhosa and one qian of cicada pupa from the winter solstice, boil them with snow from the previous year, and you can cure the pain of lovesickness in the world.

So she searched all over the world, and finally found the Nine-story Prunella Vulgaris Tower, and found cicada pupae three feet underground. She took the medicine when it fell to the ground at midnight on New Year's Eve, and took it for five years, but there was no effect.

She was still full of thoughts.

She sighed slightly, her brows furrowed, "It seems the doctor was right. There are three thousand diseases in the world, but only lovesickness cannot be cured."

But at this moment, a gust of wind blew, and when the wind passed, her face floated and her eyes flickered.

Then, with tears in her eyes, she reached out her hands to hold the spring breeze in this winter night.

"Brother, you're still here, right? You're always here. I'll go find you right away."

Guanqi caught the wind and searched the sea of stars. After millions of years, he finally met a sleeping mayfly.

She asked, "Where is my brother?"

Mayfly replied: "In my dream."

She asked again: "How can I find my brother?"

Mayfly replied: "I will fall asleep, but I won't wake up."

She smiled, the moonlight reflected in her eyes again, and she said four words.

"Take me into a dream."

…………

Mayfly Dream:

A ray of morning light illuminates the night, and suddenly a rooster crows and the sky becomes bright.

Ye Tingmu stood up, dressed neatly, and walked out of the hut as usual.

It is early spring, and the peach tree at the door is in bloom, emitting a refreshing fragrance.

He stretched himself and sighed, "Another day of waking up early."

Looking up, Feng He was shirtless in the fields outside the yard, his bronze skin exuding strong hormones.

He was wielding a hoe, clearing the wasteland beside Ken Creek. He was sweating profusely, but he was also full of energy.

Glancing sideways at the side of the yard, the grown-up Qingfeng, with his big belly, was scolding Dahei in the cowshed.

"Heizi, what do you mean? If you don't plow the land, what do you want to do? You really treat my second brother like an ox. Get it straight, you are the ox."

Dahei raised his head, glanced at him, and continued eating grass.

"Moo~"

"Okay, you're so arrogant..." Qingfeng picked up some grass from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it. He said viciously, "You want to compete with me in cruelty, right? I'll eat all your grass, and I'll let you pretend to be me..."

The grown-up Jinghong came running and jumping from the other side of the room, and greeted Ye Tingmu with squinted eyes.

"Brother, good morning." After saying that, he walked towards the gate as if nothing happened.

"Stop, where are you going?"

Jinghong stopped and turned back, saying as a matter of course: "Go out and play."

"I asked you to get up every morning and read ten poems. Have you finished them?"

"Um... halfway done." Her eyes rolled around. "Successfully got up, hehe!"

Then she made a face at Ye Tingmu and ran out in a flash.

"Slip!"

Ye Tingmu held his forehead helplessly and sighed.

But at this moment, she glanced sideways and saw Guanqi appear in front of her. When their eyes met, a hint of trance appeared in Ye Tingmu's eyes, just because she saw tears in Guanqi's eyes.

Guanqi's eyes were like crescent moons. He tilted his head, tears in his eyes, and smiled: "Brother, I finally found you?"

Ye Tingmu's mind suddenly buzzed.

There is a kind of dream in the world. You know it is a dream, but you just don’t want to wake up.

Ye Tingmu knew that all this was a dream, so he knew that Guanqi in this dream could not speak, and always had been, but...

He was calm for a long time, looking at the little girl in front of him, his eyes slightly red, "Silly girl, how did you come in?"

Guanqi bit his lip, tears no longer able to stop flowing from his big eyes.

"Because... I really, really miss my brother when I watch the game!"

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--end--

Life is a dream, novels are a dream, so in the end it is also a dream.

As for the future of your dream, you can imagine it yourself. It will be whatever you imagine it to be.

This is my gift to my readers, a perfect ending. Enjoy your imagination, young man!

Thank you all for your continued companionship. This book has come to an end.

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