Chapter 612 Swallowing the dream again!
A cold wind blew across the frozen surface of the misty lake, lifting a thin layer of floating snow.
Zhao Duan held Jin Jian's little hand, and as soon as the two appeared, they saw a fight in the middle of the lake.
At the same time, Xu Jianwen's light greeting was also spread and amplified through the blessing of Qi.
For a moment, all the people fighting on the lake retreated tacitly, took a defensive posture, and looked for Zhao Duan's figure.
"Sir..." Song Jinxi was like a wisp of smoke. He retreated with the offerings and turned his head to look at him in surprise.
Ji Yue also poked her head out of the cold lake water, and pricked up her ears while keeping a close eye on Qi Yuchun who was standing on the ice floe.
"Yeah." Zhao Duan nodded at them first, then took a step and quickly closed the distance with Jin Jian.
Ignoring the prisoners who were struggling and approaching the two camps.
Zhao Duan held the sword in his hand, his eyes swept coldly over Qi Yuchun and Ren Kun, two acquaintances, and finally landed on the cloaked man wearing a monkey mask who was leading the group. He said:
"You were waiting for me."
It's not a rhetorical question. It's a statement.
At this moment, he had already understood that the other party's real goal was not to attack the defense line, but to lure him to Yansuo Lake.
In other words, the other party's target has always been himself.
"That's right," Xu Jianwen said, standing in front of the bamboo raft, smiling, as if what he saw wasn't a battlefield, but a gathering of literati and poets.
"I've heard so much about you, but unfortunately I've never met you. I hope you won't mind my invitation today."
Zhao Duan stared at him and suddenly said:
"You are the military advisor appointed by Xu Wen. You are also the new leader of the remnants of the Kuangfu Society."
He was not surprised at all, not only because Yunxi had told him this information when they were in Jingchuan Town, but also because a vague suspicion in his heart became clearer and clearer.
"It was you who proposed the plan to exchange prisoners. You also deliberately created confusion, using the attack and defense in the city to delay the rest of the people, and set an ambush here to lure me to come to the appointment." Zhao Duan said.
Xu Jianwen laughed from under his mask:
"Actually, I wasn't sure you would come. It just seems like you really care about these people's lives."
He pointed at Ji Yue, Song Jinxi, Shusheng and others.
At this moment, the expressions of those he pointed at suddenly changed. They realized that this had been a trap set for their own governor from the beginning.
The other party might have been holding back just now, and they inadvertently became bait to lure Zhao Duan's arrival.
"Sir..." Song Jinxi looked back anxiously.
Zhao Duan calmly shook his head and even took a few steps forward, his eyes fixed on the "Monkey Mask". He seemed not to be panicked at all, and said in a strange tone:
"No. What I really care about is you. How do you know that I'm not using myself as bait to lure you out of the city and meet me here?"
These words sounded a bit "ambiguous" at first glance, but Xu Jianwen's eyes froze under the mask.
Given Zhao Duan's current status, he wouldn't try to gain an advantage by talking like a child, so since he said that, it was probably true.
This is indeed the case.
In the eyes of outsiders, Zhao Duan has been led by Xu Jianwen since he came to Huting, including the contact with Jiang Wangsun and the implementation of the prisoner exchange plan.
However, only very few people know that from the moment Zhao Duan stepped across the Baishi Bridge, what he was thinking about was not the victory in Huting, but to find out the identity of "Military Advisor Xu".
Therefore, even though he had noticed long ago that Jiang Wangsun's surrender was too smooth, and even though he had guessed in his heart during the meeting that the chess player on the "other side" might want to kill him, the big dragon that had crossed the river.
But he never pointed it out from beginning to end.
Nor did he resist.
He was just following Xu Jianwen's plan step by step. He seemed to be passive everywhere, but wasn't he also involved in the game himself?
"Military Advisor Xu, I'm truly curious about your identity. Experienced hunters know that before striking, they must not alert their prey."
Zhao Duan smiled and said:
"Whether you were plotting against me or I was involved, it doesn't matter anymore. What matters is... I'm very curious about who is behind your mask. After all... after Zhuang Xiaocheng's death, there aren't many people capable of leading the remnants of the Kuangfu Society."
Xu Jianwen was silent for a moment, and a chuckle came from behind the mask again:
"That makes sense. But if you want to remove my mask, you have to be able to wade through the water first. But I heard that your life has been like walking on thin ice. Zhao Duan, can you make it to the other side?"
A flock of birds took flight in the distant mountains.
A huge smoke-shrouded lake was in the center of the ice, and two groups of people, one in the south and one in the north, were cut off by the rolling lake water that stretched across the middle.
Without any warning.
Zhao Duan and Xu Jianwen spoke almost at the same time:
"Get started!"
boom!
Ji Yue slapped out a palm that had been accumulating strength for a long time under the lake. The floating ice under Qi Yuchun's feet cracked, and huge hands condensed from the lake water rushed towards the commander-in-chief.
Qi Yuchun sneered and kicked out, exploding the water waves. He rolled in the air and stabbed Ji Yue with the spear in his hand.
"You really think I can't do anything to you?!"
At this moment, Qi Yuchun no longer held back and let go completely.
Ren Kun's eyes rolled, and he shook the cloth bag around his waist violently, and the dirt and rocks in the sky gathered into a rolling yellow sand.
In the yellow sand, the head of a giant dog condensed and fiercely bit the servants headed by Song Jinxi. The elite soldiers of Prince Jing's Mansion also swarmed forward.
The fighting started again, more intense than before.
"Follow me..." Zhao Duan held the sword in his hand and whispered to the Jin Jian priest who was paid to do the job.
But the next second, Xu Jianwen actually took a step back, letting the figure behind him, who was also wrapped in a black robe and wearing a horse mask, to step out.
Xu Jianwen said coldly:
"Eat his memory. I want to know the information he holds."
This is the real purpose of Xu Jianwen going to so much trouble!
A sinister voice came from under the horse-faced man, and Guhuo Zhenren laughed and said:
"It's finally my turn to take action. Prepare to die, boy."
As he spoke, Guhuo Zhenren stretched out his hands from his sleeves and threw out an altar suspended in the air with an incense burner burning on it. He made hand gestures in front of his chest, and a stream of strange power attacked Zhao Duan like thunder!
It's you... The moment Zhao Duan heard the voice of "Horse Face", his eyes became strange. He immediately gave up his defense and whispered:
"Protect me..."
"Ah?" Jin Jian was stunned for a moment, then saw Zhao Duan suddenly close his eyes and fall asleep, his body supported on the ice only by the sword in his hand.
Without hesitation, Jin Jian waved his staff, sweeping out circles of moonlight tides to protect the two of them!
…
…
Dream world.
Guhuo Zhenren opened his eyes and was shocked to find himself standing on a modern street with constant flow of people.
It was daytime, but the sky was gloomy. He stood at the crosswalk, and as the traffic lights changed, someone behind him pulled him:
"Watch out for cars! This place doesn't allow scammers to scam you, sir. See? The traffic police are right next to us."
In his dream, Guhuo Zhenren resumed his Taoist attire, with a Taoist bun, a Taoist robe, and a peach wood sword on his back.
He turned around in shock and saw a "gangster" with a face full of flesh, wearing a black T-shirt, with tattoos all over his arms and a gold chain. He smiled at him and jokingly said:
"Are you setting up a stall? Are you looking for a marriage? I'll open one for you."
“……?!” Guhuo Zhenren was stunned and felt dizzy. The strangeness of Zhao Duan’s dream caught him off guard.
Seeing the old man's confused face, the gangster suddenly felt timid and quickly backed away, threatening as he slipped away:
"Old man, if you want to scam me, you should know who it is..."
"How dare you, little brat, tease me!" Guhuo Zhenren was furious and subconsciously wanted to draw out the peach wood sword, but a sudden sense of uneasiness in his heart stopped him.
For some reason, although it was clearly the "first time", he felt a sense of familiarity.
"Could it be that I, the Taoist, had the same dream the last time I went to the capital?" Guhuo Zhenren's heart trembled.
Regarding the last accidental death in the capital, Guhuo Zhenren has always speculated that it was Zhang Yanyi or the empress who was responsible.
Even two celestial beings had attacked him... The Empress cut off his physical body, and Zhang Yan defeated the rampant god with one blow, preventing his soul from successfully "returning to heaven" and returning to his original body.
This is also the reason why he was confident that he could eat Zhao Duan - he never thought that his death was related to Zhao Duan.
But this strange dream before him made him extremely uneasy.
However, there was no way to retreat. Guhuo Zhenren gritted his teeth, made a light gesture, and the peach wood sword on his back was unsheathed with a "swoosh", circled in the air, and suddenly flew towards a shopping mall across the street.
He decided to find the source of the dream first.
When Guhuo Zhenren stumbled into Building B of the shopping mall, surrounded by a large number of dazzling shops and people in strange costumes, he finally took the elevator carefully and arrived at the second floor of the mall.
When he followed the flying sword to the video game area, his eardrums were shaken by the noisy music coming from the "video game arcade", causing him to feel uncomfortable.
Guhuo Zhenren brazenly walked into the video game area and locked his eyes on a young man.
He was a young man of about 27 or 28 years old, wearing only a white T-shirt and casual pants. He was sitting in front of an old-fashioned arcade machine, staring at the screen intently, shaking his waist quickly with his hands.
“——KO——”
Accompanied by large characters passing by on the arcade.
The young man exhaled, turned back, and looked calmly at the old Taoist priest standing at the door, revealing his snow-white teeth.
"Are you here? Imperial Master."
Zhao Duan!
Guhuo Zhenren's pupils contracted, and a strong sense of warning arose in his heart: Why could this guy recognize me in a dream?
Moreover... the tone was too calm, as if... the two of them were old acquaintances...
"Don't be nervous, Imperial Master. Just sit down. It's thanks to you that I can play this game. Haha... It's a shame I haven't played such a classic game in so long that my reflexes aren't up to par anymore. Want to play a round? Let's play against each other?"
Zhao Duan stretched out his hand with a smile and spread it out. There were several game coins in his palm.
Guhuo Zhenren was like a frightened kitten at this moment. He jumped back and stared at him warily with a grim expression.
"You...this...is..."
"Oh. I almost forgot. You lost your memory from last time, right?"
Zhao Duan slapped his head, turned around, sat in front of the arcade, and said with a smile:
"Indeed, if you had remembered anything, you wouldn't have been so brave as to invade my dream again. Haha, but you might not know that I have a good impression of you. Last time, it was thanks to your help that I was able to successfully reach a higher level."
After a pause, he continued:
"Oh, and the treasure you left behind in Baihua Village was also a great help. Now that I think about it, if it weren't for your treasure, His Majesty might have been captured by the rebels, and we wouldn't be in this situation now."
Guhuo Zhenren was stunned.
My last death... helped this kid improve his cultivation... and the stolen items from my treasure house in Baihua Village... were all taken by this kid in front of me...
Guhuo Zhenren felt a surge of blood in his throat, his vision went slightly black, his whole body was trembling, his eyes were red, he tightly grasped the peach wood sword, gnashing his teeth, as if he had seen an enemy:
"It's you... The Daoist master's decades of painstaking effort to accumulate Dao power was lost to you..."
"Yes." Zhao Duan said sincerely:
"Not only last time, but also this time, you came to see me off again. Well, you are such a good person."
You are such a good person...
Guhuo Zhenren laughed in anger, and a fear in his heart that he had not noticed was rapidly growing:
"Hahaha, good boy, good boy, I really don't know what kind of evil magic you used, but in this dream, my two hundred years of experience is beyond the imagination of a kid like you...
It doesn’t matter, once I, the Taoist priest, devour your memory, everything will be revealed..."
Rumble...
Suddenly, the entire shopping mall began to shake, and the modern facilities and decorations were gradually replaced by quaint buildings.
"...You said the same thing last time. Can you be a little more creative? I was hoping to catch up with you, but since you're in such a hurry to die, I'll have no choice but to oblige you. I hope you don't die completely this time, so we can meet again someday."
Zhao Duan muttered, turned around and didn't even look at him. He just stuffed a few game coins into the machine, then manipulated the game joystick and whispered:
"What opponent should I choose for you? Forget it, let's go together."
In an instant, the space behind him distorted, and arcade game machines flashed at the same time.
On the screen, the game characters from "The King of Fighters 97" come into reality one by one:
Iori Yagami, Mai Shiranui, Kyo Kusanagi...
Guhuo Zhenren stared wide-eyed at the world collapsing towards him and the densely packed game characters, and roared in frustration:
"Demon...you are not from this world...a demon from outside the domain...demon..."
Zhao Duan stood in the game hall with an expressionless face, watching the Guhuo Zhenren being swallowed up, torn apart, and turned into a torrent of memories floating in the sky.
At the same time, he noticed that wisps of reddish-black air appeared in the dream, rising from the ground, as if trying to break through the dream and escape.
"Is this the remnant of Master Guhuo's cultivation? Remember, he was a cultivator of the Five Incantations Sect, and after his death, he would be taken back by the Incantation God... Last time, it was Zhang Yan who repelled the Incantation God...
Oh no! This time, Lao Zhang is not here to help. Is this strange airflow going to escape?"
Zhao Duan was shocked.
But before he could do anything, suddenly, a transparent baby girl appeared out of thin air in the sky of the dream world.
God: Dragon Girl!
At this moment, the dragon girl who was also rooted in his sea of consciousness seemed to sense something and appeared unexpectedly. The dragon girl opened her cold eyes, opened her mouth and took a deep breath!
“Woo woo—”
All the remaining power of the True Man Guhuo was actually devoured by the Dragon Girl!
"That's right! Pei Niannu said that the essence of the Dragon Girl killing people in her dreams is to absorb the spiritual power of people such as greed, anger, and ignorance... for nourishment.
The followers of the God of Destruction also relax their desires to gain cultivation... In other words, the followers of the God of Destruction themselves are the best food for feeding the Dragon Girl..."
Zhao Duan was surprised and delighted, he got something unexpected.
After the dragon girl finished swallowing, she closed her eyes and disappeared.
He skillfully used his spiritual sense to touch the remaining soul fragments, trying to capture some valuable information from them.
However, it seemed that Guhuo Zhenren had done something to his own soul. Last time, he could only read some scattered fragments, and there was no surprise this time.
In a trance.
Zhao Duan saw a green peak.
Guhuo Zhenren sneaked along the mountain road and arrived at a barren mountain that looked like a grave. He went into a forest and found a hidden treasure house.
He looked back several times cautiously to make sure no one noticed before carefully entering, muttering:
"The one from Baihua Village is gone, so we can't let any thief get a peek at this..."
The picture is broken.
Then, there is another picture.
This time, it was inside the Dafeng Tower.
Guhuo Zhenren looked at the figure standing in front of the window and said with a smile:
"Your Highness, when Zhao Duan arrives, I will naturally teach him a lesson."
By the window.
The "highness" turned around, revealing a face without a mask, and looked over with a smile.
It's as if...
In the dream, I "looked into each other's eyes" with Zhao Duan.
That is...
Xu Jianwen!
(End of this chapter)
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