The cool wind and rain rushed towards Xia Xiao, causing him to lean back slightly. Because of the cold, he clenched his machete tightly, but he could see clearly through his squinting eyes that there was nothing outside the door.

Outside the door is a courtyard, and outside that is an alley. They are covered by rain, and the usual dust has been washed away in the darkness, but they are darker than usual, as if stained with a thick layer of ink.

The cool wind blew, but Xia Xiao did not return to the room, but walked out. He subconsciously closed the door because Shu Shuang was still sleeping.

"who?"

Xia Xiao spoke again, ignoring the drizzle falling from the eaves. He pointed his broadsword at the ground, as if ready for battle at any time. He dared to play tricks in the academy, which was really rude. Xia Xiao's vitality spread, but he didn't feel any breath. Rainy days were suitable for water perception, but he still didn't notice anyone.

The raindrops shattered on the ground, like a blooming flower, from a drop of water to countless translucent petals. They appeared in Xia Xiao's eyes, like raindrops falling from the sky, and they kept turning and showing an elegant and gentle dance. These things in Xia Xiao's eyes were inadvertently magnified and became particularly clear.

The rain gathered into a river on the ground, flowing down from a row of holes on the wall, making a pleasant gurgling sound. And Xia Xiao's eyes, which emitted a faint water light, suddenly changed the scene to the meadow outside the black and white town.

The withered yellow meadow looked like a wasteland. At this moment, the dry and broken grass leaves flowed in the water, like crushed herbs. Above it, there was a figure that shouldn't have appeared here. It was a woman who looked young. She was shrouded in the hazy light, so Xia Xiao couldn't see any of her features. He could only see that she was wearing a light blue long skirt, and her bare feet were standing on the water-filled meadow. I don't know if it was cool or not.

It should be very cold, Xia Xiao also felt cold, because the wind blew on his body, making him shiver. But the woman whose age and appearance were unknown was strolling lazily at this time, trying to measure the entire wilderness with her own feet. She walked very slowly and casually, without pretending to be elegant or barbaric. She was like an ordinary person, but the misty light around her fascinated Xia Xiao.

After walking a distance, the elegant lady turned her head, as if looking at the small town on the hillside, as if looking at Xia Xiao. This feeling of flattery made him turn his head and glance around to see if there were other people around. His eyes were empty, only the lady. She stood there and stared for a long time, which made Xia Xiao feel guilty.

Such a woman is not special. She is not as quiet and elegant as Shu Shuang, nor as carefree as Azhu. However, she has a unique temperament, like a woman who can carry a boat and a mountain.

Seeing Xia Xiao standing still, the woman raised her hand, as if calling Xia Xiao, wanting him to keep up with her pace. Her slender hands were like jade carvings, which made Xia Xiao's heart tremble and he wanted to keep up. But when he raised his footsteps, the rain that he had not felt before drifted onto his face, making him sober up instantly.

When he blinked, he was distracted and found himself dreaming within a dream, but he returned to the shallower first level of dream. He frowned and then noticed that he was standing in front of the room, not on the meadow.

Looking at the land outside the town, Xia Xiao always felt that the woman's existence was not a false illusion, so he raised his arms to the sky, held up an umbrella, and subconsciously raised his machete and ran towards the meadow.

Xia Xiao ran very fast, splashing countless water along the way, soaking his trouser legs, the fabric behind his buttocks, and even splashing on his back. But even so, he quickly left the alley and ran to the meadow.

The winter meadows are not as soft as they were in spring and summer, and the soil is frozen. Therefore, it is difficult for water to seep down, and it stays on the surface, making this place like a large lake with only the bottom of the lake left. As for the slopes up the mountain, it is difficult for the water here to flow down, just like the vitality at the foot of the mountain is not as full and pure as that on the mountainside.

Xia Xiao's shoes were soaked instantly when he stepped onto the grass. The rain in autumn and winter is much cooler than snowflakes.

I looked around, but I couldn't see the woman. Without her, the meadow lost its previous brightness, leaving only darkness, and the sound of the heavy rain no longer mattered.

Xia Xiao frowned, ran to where she had stood before, headed in the direction she had been facing before, and accepted the doubts that rained down on her.

Where did she come from? Where was she going?

Xia Xiao didn't know if this person was a senior from the academy, but she didn't seem like one, because she didn't speak, didn't have the aura of the academy, didn't have any characteristics of a senior from the academy, and was the opposite of the academy. If she wasn't from the academy, how did she get through these mountains and come to Tongtian Mountain?

Xia Xiao had never known there was a road in the mountains, never known anyone could walk here, and even less did he know what the woman meant. But the direction she was facing was just a pine forest.

The dark green pine forest turned black in Xia Xiao's eyes. It rained tonight, and the dirt on everything was washed away, but the night could not be washed away. Xia Xiao felt that he was dreaming, and walked over to the pine forest, hoping to gain something.

Compared to the dreams of wild beasts, human dreams are just fantasies. Some people study dreams, some indulge in dreams, and some place their hopes on dreams. Xia Xiao does not have a lofty belief in dreams. It doesn't matter whether it is positive or negative, as long as it is useful!

The raindrops hit the leaf umbrella and the machete held by Xia Xiao, making a crisp sound of raindrops hitting iron. It streaked through the air, and because of its sharpness, it easily cut through the raindrops, making an extremely crisp sound of cutting through the air. The machete pushed aside the bushes, revealing a path behind it.

The road was made of very wide stone bricks, just like the road up the mountain, neatly laid behind bushes and pine trees. Rainwater washed over it, fell to the ground, gathered and spread, and never stayed on it for long.

It had been a while since he came to the mountainside, and he had eaten all the food in the cafeteria and started his first cycle. But this was the first time he saw the road to the top of the mountain, and he excitedly walked forward and took a step.

Instructor Long from the mother star said that his task for the past six months was to improve his strength. As for the way up the mountain, it would definitely not be found within half a year. This was the time when Xia Xiao should have reached the mountainside.

There are many talented people in every class. Many geniuses climbed up the mountainside and spent half a year, a year, or even two or three years to find the way up the mountain to qualify as a teacher. Even if Xia Xiao was so talented, it would take him half a year. He did not overestimate himself, but he underestimated Xia Xiao. Because this road was clearly in front of him!

The raised foot landed on the stone bricks, and walked closely to the road on the top of the mountain. But at this moment, Xia Xiao's body was pulled back. The pine forest was at most five kilometers away from the town, but he seemed to stay on the road for several hours. The force pulling Xia Xiao's body was very strong, pressing him hard.

The force seemed to be enough to push through the bed board and make the corners of the bed pierce into the tiles.

Xia Xiao's body was suppressed by a mysterious force, as if there was a burly man sitting beside his bed, pressing his chest with one hand and holding a huge mace in the other. If Xia Xiao didn't sleep, he would hit him with a mace, smashing his brain and making the pulp splatter. Xia Xiao really fell asleep in this violent fairy tale.

The moment Xia Xiao's sleeping consciousness was awakened, he jumped up and saw that the half-drawn curtains were already bright.

There were clothes that Shu Shuang had prepared last night by the bed, but Xia Xiao, feeling a little cold, didn't wear them. He stared at his bare arms with a puzzled look in his eyes. He knew he had a dream last night because he had no clothes on. But the woman, although he couldn't see her face clearly, she really reached out to him. And the mountain road, kept its own brilliance in the darkness.

Thinking of that road, Xia Xiao got up and got dressed.

"Shu Shuang, get up."

Xia Xiao's voice was hurried, and even though it remained gentle, it seemed a little deliberate.

After the door opened, it was Shu Shuang who had finished washing up. Seeing Xia Xiao like this, she asked curiously:

"Want to go out?"

“I found the way up the mountain in my dream.”

There was some enthusiasm in Xia Xiao's eyes. If that road was real, he would be closer to the top of the mountain. But there were still many people who had not walked up the mountainside. Did the road up the mountain that he found in his dream really exist in reality?