It turns out that his claim of having no talent after waking up from his first dream was basically bullshit.
Because in his second dream, he woke up from the scene before the dream was halfway through, remained awake but not awake, and pulled out a knife from the void with his bare hands.
This was the "control of one's own dreams" that Han Qianling hadn't even told him, yet he did it so naturally, just like how he had figured out the method of collecting sounds into beams in the Sound Killing class.
However, even if Luo Jiujiang had mastered the art of creating things from thin air, he was helpless in the face of such bizarre dream content. The eighteen wheelchair spirits in the dream refused to listen to any advice or threats, and simply followed Luo Jiujiang around menacingly, ready to beat him up if they caught him.
Thinking about the specific meaning represented by the wheelchair, Luo Jiujiang didn't dare to draw his knife, so he had to use it as a stick, fighting with the wheelchairs with crackling sounds. For a moment, the scene was like the reappearance of the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation of Buddhism.
Just when he was surrounded and blocked by these wheelchairs and unable to escape, Luo Jiujiang suddenly had an idea. He pointed one finger outside their battle circle and a Mr. Gongyi appeared with a whoosh!
This trick worked, and the wheelchairs really turned around, abandoning Luo Jiujiang and going to Mr. Gongyi.
Luo Jiujiang was overjoyed, secretly thinking of his guilt. He tapped his fingers non-stop, and in one breath, he conjured eighteen Gongyi bamboos, corresponding to the number of wheelchairs. While the wheelchairs and eighteen chairs were fighting each other, the fight was fierce and chaotic, and he slipped away in a hurry.
Although the dream still depicted the same deserted beach from yesterday, it was also different. Luo Jiujiang didn't even need to speak; a simple thought could summon fishermen in groups of three or four to set up their nets on the beach and head out to sea. A single glance could send the ocean into a tidal wave over ten feet high.
However, manipulating dreams was indeed a form of spiritual training. Luo Jiujiang soon became exhausted, his entire body drenched in sweat. Even though he was sitting still, he was breathing heavily and exhausted. He finally exited the dream on his own initiative, and when he opened his eyes, he couldn't help but smile.
Han Qianling was still guarding him, just like yesterday, just like the past ten years.
"How was your day?"
"Very good." Luo Jiujiang raised his hand, but was shocked to find that his body seemed to have been soaked in water. Even his sleeves were soaked with sweat and were heavier than before going to bed. "I rebuilt a seven-island in my dream... but I didn't replicate you."
As for why I didn’t replicate the Seven Islands in my dreams, there’s no need to explain the reason.
The one and only Han Qianling is right beside him, he can see him as soon as he opens his eyes, why bother to go far away and create a fake one in his dreams?
Moreover, if he could conjure up a thousand ridges in his dream, he would probably no longer have the energy to create seven islands or control half of the blue sea.
There is a thousand mountains in the dream, who cares about them?
Han Qianling helped Luo Jiujiang lift the quilt, stuffed a palm-leaf fan for him to fan himself with to relieve the sweat, and told him other precautions for this kind of dream cultivation.
"I've deliberately controlled it, so the nightmares I've encountered these past two days have all been solitary. Even if I can't wake up from the dream or escape it, at most I'll be startled awake by the nightmare. But in half a month, during the six-month-long dark night, nightmares will swarm everywhere. By then, their presence can be seen across almost the entire Holy Land."
"When the nights are especially long and nightmares gather in droves, they become harmful to humans."
"First, they have a high probability of awakening unfortunate, ugly, and unbearable memories. Second, they can easily trap people in dreams, making them unable to wake up. Third,... sometimes, your experiences in dreams will reflect on your body. If someone is injured in a dream, they will also be injured physically. If someone is killed in a dream..."
Han Qianling stopped talking about the unfinished point and didn't say anything else.
Luo Jiujiang said thoughtfully: "Like me now? I sweated in my dream, and my body also sweated like rain?"
"No, you actually sweated in reality, which affected your state in the dream." Han Qianling said with a smile.
Luo Jiujiang threw himself back into the damp quilt, casually intertwined his fingers with Han Qianling's, and said half-jokingly, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"You have to solve the riddle bit by bit yourself." Han Qianling squinted his eyes at him, "Besides, it's not too late to tell you now - with my Jiujiang's ability, in half a month, you will be able to come and go freely in other people's dreams."
"Until then, I'll wait for you to come into my dream."
"I'll show you everything."
The author has something to say: qaq I still have to write an English case essay tomorrow, I'm so sad.
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Thanks to the names of the good ones for the shallow water bomb x1, grenade x1
Thanks to Mobeijun for the rocket launcher x1
Thanks to Hengyu for the grenade x1
Thanks to Tanxia for the mine x2
Thanks to Mengli Youyun for the mines x2
Thanks to Yuxi for the mine x1
Thanks to Suofengnongyue for the mine x1
Thanks to == for the mine x1
Thanks to Chu Jia Shaojiu for the mine x1
I received some shallow water again. I gave a kiss to Su gn =3= and to everyone =3=
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