She closed her eyes and waited for a while. At first, there was silence and darkness. After a while, she felt the fragrance of plants and trees around her, and the green grass under her feet was itchy.

The light gradually brightened, and she knew that she had come back to her dream.

With the Dream Seal, she can build her own dream, follow the direction indicated by the Dream Seal, and piece her dream together with Shen Xiuwen's dream. When the dreams are connected, the two can meet in the dream.

After a while, the whole dream was completely set up. She looked around. There was a meadow all around her, a dense forest not far away, and an endless lake right in front of her. The bright moon was hanging high in the sky, and the moonlight fell on the lake, which looked cool and peaceful.

She sensed that the direction of the Dream Seal was in the lake, so she did not hesitate any longer. She used a water-avoidance technique, walked forward, dived into the lake, and swam forward in the direction of the Dream Seal.

The lake water was slightly cool, but after swimming for a while, she no longer felt cold. After swimming for a long time, she saw a cliff in the distance. On the cliff was a young man sitting, seemingly meditating. The lake water quietly spread to his feet, and the water collided with the cliff, rippling the water, but the cliff remained motionless.

Hua Xiangwan swam to the edge of the cliff and looked up through the lake. The young man was wearing a white jade crown and his eyes were covered with white silk. His exposed facial features looked like Shen Xiuwen, but his temperament was very much like Xie Wushuang.

She had long noticed that Shen Xiuwen admired Xie Wushuang, but she had never expected that he would imitate Xie Wushuang so openly in his dream.

This made her a little dissatisfied. She still liked Shen Xiuwen, who was gentle and innocent. What was so good about Xie Wushuang, who was an iceberg?

But now that she was here, she had no choice but to continue.

She swam a few circles in the water, like a mermaid with a human body and a fish tail, making some noise and deliberately letting "Shen Xiuwen" notice her.

However, the other party was very patient. Even though he knew she had arrived, he still stayed where he was, sitting still.

Hua Xiangwan thought for a moment, stretched out her hand towards the lake, leaned on the grass on the shore, and supported herself out of the water.

As she moved, a strange fragrance spread around, and Xie Changji slowly opened his eyes.

Is this his dream?

He was a little confused for a moment.

Hua Xiangwan should have fallen asleep, why is the scene before her...

It was exactly what he remembered.

The woman in front of him was Hua Xiangwan, but this scene, the lake, the moonlight, and the beauty emerging from the bath, were so similar to the way Wanwan had appeared in his dreams that year.

He looked at her quietly. The veil around the woman was already wet. The moonlight fell on her, outlining her mountain-like curves.

She floated up to a height almost equal to his and stopped, then moved closer to him out of curiosity, coming face to face with him.

Same movements, same expression.

He couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

They were very close to each other, and as their breaths exchanged, the strange fragrance from the woman's body wafted into Xie Changji's nose.

Same scent.

As the fragrance lingered around my nose, those gorgeous memories from the dreams and caves of those years came tumbling back.

One moment it was in a dream, between life and death, and the young girl's green kiss.

A moment later, they were in the cave. The girl leaned on his chest and untied his belt. "Xie Changji, if I don't save you, you will die."

"The art of dual cultivation is just a form of practice, don't take it to heart."

As she spoke, she raised her head, her eyes full of pleading, and took the initiative to reach out and hug him: "Xie Changji, I'm so cold, please hug me."

"Dao Jun," the woman in front of him raised her hand and touched his Adam's apple, her voice mixed with the voice of the girl in the cave that year, "I'm so cold, hug me."

Evening...

For a moment, Xie Changji couldn't tell who was in front of him.

He looked through the white silk at the woman standing just a few feet away from him.

The woman's face overlapped every night. She was soaked, and her eyes were like a fairy's, captivating.

Hua Xiangwan observed him for a moment. Although he did not move, his obviously stiff body gave him away.

Hua Xiangwan smiled slightly, she leaned forward and took the initiative to kiss his cold lips.

Xie Changji's breathing was rapid, but he did not dare to respond.

He was so scared that he even blinked, fearing that this time, like countless times in the past, the person in front of him would break into pieces at the slightest touch.

The Dream Butterfly allows people to see the person they want to see the most, but they can never touch that person.

Countless times in the past, he had seen this man shattered before his eyes again and again.

Hua Xiangwan reached out and held his face, kissing him on the cheek.

Slowly raised her hand and grasped the white silk behind him.

"Do you know why you dreamed of me?"

Hua Xiangwan said this as she slid her lips to the other's eyes and held the white silk on his eyes with her lips.

Her breath touched his eyes, slightly hot.

"Because," she said, biting the white silk and backing away, raising her hand to gently untie the knot of the silk tied behind him, her tone tender and full of hints, "you are thinking of me in your heart."

The white silk fell down, and the young man's hair on both sides also spread out.

Hua Xiangwan smiled and raised her eyes, but what she saw was a pair of calm and clear bloodshot eyes of the young man.

Hua Xiangwan's smile froze and she stared blankly at those eyes.

After a moment, she reacted suddenly.

Bloodshot eyes, a sign of demonic possession!

Shen Xiuwen is actually possessed by a demon? !

Being possessed by a demon is a taboo for the Tianjian Sect. The Western Territory can tolerate demon cultivators, but Yunlai cannot!

It would be of no benefit for her to marry a disciple who might be abandoned by the Tianjian Sect at any time.

More importantly, the dreams of demon-possessed monks are extremely unstable, and she is in great danger here.

It’s better to withdraw early!

The moment he realized this, Hua Xiangwan turned around and jumped into the water without hesitation!

However, she moved quickly, and the other party moved even faster.

The water surface instantly froze into ice as Hua Xiangwan jumped, and Hua Xiangwan fell heavily onto the ice.

She didn't have time to feel the pain, she hurriedly stood up and ran in the direction she came from!

The wind and snow were blowing hard, and the ice and snow were spreading far away, as if they were racing with her, with no limits and no end.

She ran madly, her feet were so cold on the ice that they hurt.

She was terrified when she felt the sword power hidden in the ice and snow.

No, this is not the meaning of the Sword of Affection, it’s the Sword of Conscience!

Back then, she couldn't tell the difference between the Sword of Honesty and the Sword of Affection, but thanks to Changji, she now knows them very clearly.

If Shen Xiuwen is not the Sword of the Heart, then the person standing here...

"Xie Wushuang?!"

Hua Xiangwan suddenly stopped and turned back in shock.

The young man in white stood on the distant shore.

The area behind him had turned into a snowstorm. Hua Xiangwan recognized that it was the boundary between life and death.

He stared at her quietly, seemingly without any emotion.

He has sealed off this dream. From the beginning, he knew it was a dream.

But he wasn't going to let her out.

Realizing that her dream had been completely blocked by the other party, Hua Xiangwan no longer tried to escape. She slowly calmed down and tried to guess the other party's intentions.

He wanted to kill her.

Xie Wushuang's temper is more decisive than Shen Xiuwen's, and her cultivation is unfathomable. If it were Xie Wushuang, he might really be able to kill her.

She looked at Xie Wushuang coldly, thinking of a solution quickly.

The two of them stood face to face in the snow for a long time. Xie Changji spoke in a low voice, "Who are you?"

Hearing this strange question, Hua Xiangwan secretly gathered her spiritual power and drew a magic circle on her hand.

What is being competed in dreams is the strength of spiritual consciousness. She is not afraid of Xie Wushuang, but after all, it was she who took the initiative to enter Xie Wushuang's dream. Xie Wushuang has greater control over the dream, and fighting here is not good for her.

She needs to get out quickly.

"Where does the fragrance on your body come from?"

Xie Changji walked down from the shore and stepped onto the ice.

He walked very slowly. They were clearly far apart, but he seemed to be able to shrink the ground to an inch and was in front of her in just a few steps.

Hua Xiangwan looked at him warily, forming a magic circle in her hands.

Just as Xie Changji came up to her and reached out his hand, she raised her hand and slammed it on the ice!

The ice surface of Qianli suddenly shattered, and the broken ice rushed into the sky, as if a sky curtain was born from the ground between the two people. Xie Changji opened his eyes wide, watching the ice surface in front of him collapse and the woman suddenly disappear. He cried out in surprise: "Wanwan!"

Hua Xiangwan fell into the icy water and immediately woke up completely from her dream!

Without time to think, he almost instinctively shouted Shen Xiuwen's name: "Shen Xiuwen! Save me! Shen Xiuwen!"

Xie Wushuang has clearly been possessed by a demon, yet he is still hanging around in the Tianjian Sect. He must be asking for something. The people from the Hehuan Palace here cannot stop him. If she asks them to come over, it will only result in more casualties.

The evil cultivator of the Heavenly Sword Sect should die as the one who died as a member of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Moreover, if it was Shen Xiuwen, perhaps Xie Wushuang would be wary of him.

However, Shen Xiuwen did not come, but a chill with the cool fragrance of green pine lifted the bed curtain and approached her in the bed curtain!

She jumped to the side, followed by a cold wind, and a jade-like hand grabbed her collar.

She lowered her head, turned around, raised her hand and attacked with a palm. The young man turned sideways and raised his sword. The long sword still in the scabbard blocked her seal. Then he flipped the sword to press down on her palm and moved towards her neck.

Hua Xiangwan retreated quickly. After less than two rounds of fighting in the house, Hua Xiangwan's spiritual energy beads were used up, and Xie Changji put a sword against his neck and pressed him against the wall.

So strong. Much stronger than she had imagined.

Is it possible that the Sword of Conscience at the Yuanying period can reach this level?

She had a hint of doubt in her heart, but when she thought of Xie Changji's strength that could not be measured by his cultivation level, she felt that it was natural for him to have such strength since he was from the Sword of the Heart.

Hua Xiangwan stopped resisting and stared at the young man in front of her, panting.

Xie Changji held the sword in one hand across her neck. Pear blossoms fluttered in from the window. The white silk covering his eyes was blown up by the cool evening breeze, gently touching her face, causing a tempting itch.

"You won't have time to kill me before Shen Xiuwen shows up."

Hua Xiangwan heard the voice coming from not far away and spoke to remind them.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Xiuwen's voice rang out from outside the door: "Young Master Hua!"

Xie Changji's face turned grim, and the moment the door was kicked open, he turned around and pushed her into the corner, blocking her tightly with his whole body.

Hua Xiangwan was stunned, not understanding what "Xie Wushuang" was doing.

Want to hide from Shen Xiuwen? Will it work?

Everyone was also shocked by Xie Changji's reaction, staring blankly at "Xie Wushuang" who was blocking the corner of the wall, and the corner of a woman's clothes vaguely exposed under his white robe.

"go out."

After a short stalemate, Xie Changji spoke in a cold voice.

Shen Xiuwen was unable to react and stood in front of the door with the awakened people from the Hehuan Palace and the Tianjian Sect, at a loss as to what to do.

Seeing that Shen Xiuwen didn't move, Xie Changji looked over, and his usually calm tone finally became a little angry.

He shouted, "Get out!"