Chapter 120 Chapter 120 "Lan Qi is dreaming."
On the same day the two finished their conversation, Zhu Yan returned to the northern border to fetch the book that Jiu Zhao had mentioned.
The name of the book is "Records of Strange Spells in the Burning Sea", and there are not many records about nightmare spells, only a few hundred words.
Jiu Zhao read it word by word and found that the above content was similar to what Zhu Yan said, so he decided to try it according to the plan.
After that, she left Lan Qi alone for a few days, putting on airs, and finally arrived at Lingquan Palace at midnight.
Before going, Jiu Zhao had prepared himself mentally.
Several days had passed, and it was reasonable for Lan Qi to give up waiting.
The night wind filled her sleeves, causing her skirt to flutter.
Passing through the clouds that obscured the palace, in the deep silence of the night, the first thing that caught Jiu Zhao's sight was still a flickering candlelight.
The light from the lotus lantern was soft and dim, barely illuminating the ground beneath our feet.
Lan Qi stood silently, his face hidden in the darkness, like a statue that had experienced the vicissitudes of life and waited for ten thousand years.
"You're here."
He emerged from the darkness and walked slowly to Jiu Zhao.
The illumination range of the lotus lantern also moved from under his feet to under Jiu Zhao's feet.
All these actions happened naturally and smoothly, just like a husband holding a candle to welcome his wife home after finishing her work.
……Pooh.
What a strange metaphor.
Jiu Zhao spat twice in disgust in his heart before he suppressed the awkward feeling.
This time, although she came to try to peek into Lan Qi's other memories, she couldn't make her purpose too obvious.
"Um."
He reluctantly uttered a perfunctory sound, then paused for a moment before cursing and beginning to act. "I hope Ye Zun's actions are truly as you say, solely to help me see the Mother Goddess, with no other motive. Otherwise, I urge you to give up on this idea. I already know you're using a nightmare technique rarely seen in the Burning Sea of Karma, and I've mastered the method to counter it. If you intend to harm me with this, it's absolutely impossible!"
"It's just you and me here. Do you still want to call me Ye Zun?"
Jiu Zhao's speculation was both a deterrent and a malicious provocation.
Lan Qi didn't care.
Under Jiu Zhao's glare, he managed a rare moment of explanation: "I never intended to harm you. Shortly after the Spring Feast, it will be the anniversary of Her Majesty the Divine Queen's death. However, I won't be able to stay until then and will have to return to the Burning Sea. Before I go, I'll do something for you, as a way of repaying her kindness in raising me."
No matter if it was sincere or not, as long as Lan Qi was willing, he could always make the words sound nice.
He signaled Jiu Zhao with his eyes to lift the restrictions on Lingquan Palace and follow him inside, still speaking slowly, "Four thousand five hundred years have passed between you and me. Now that the immortals and demons are about to reach peace, we will inevitably meet in the future. I would like to use this opportunity to ease our relationship."
"It's just like this. When I asked you the reason last time, why did you have to hide it?"
Jiu Zhao's suspicion remained unchanged.
She used a divine command to break the barrier, and the two of them tacitly passed through the silent palace and flew up to the platform side by side again.
Lan Qi's frank voice lingered in her ears: "If I tell you directly that nightmare magic is harmless and that I led you into the dream only to let you see Her Majesty the Queen of Gods, would you believe it? Only after you have verified it yourself, have a little more trust in me, and are willing to come to the appointment, will I tell you my true feelings."
"When Ye Zun was an immortal, he was the best among the Three Pure Ones. He was the best at turning black into white and white into black.
"It's not that hard to make up some excuses to fool me."
Jiu Zhao glanced at him, and the two of them sat down facing each other on either side of the desk.
Facing her repeated provocations, Lan Qi kept smiling: "Since Zhao Zhao doesn't want to listen to my explanation, then let's just go to sleep."
"I told you not to call me Zhao Zhao!
"Also, what gives you the right to—"
Come be my Lord.
Sleepiness swept through my mind like a rising tide, and the last five words were still lingering between my half-open teeth.
Before Jiu Zhao could see clearly how Lan Qi used his magic, the world in front of him suddenly lost its color.
…
When her will returned, she turned into a soul and resided in the body of the young Lan Qi.
Looking up, you will see the brand new Lingquan Palace.
From Chuntai Palace to Lingquan Palace, it seems that some time has passed since the last time I was picked up and brought back to Sanqingtian.
Jiu Zhao tried to control this body, but to no avail.
Just as he was worrying, the voice of the God Queen came from outside the palace: "Qi'er, come and take a look. This is a clear spring brought from Nanling. The Mother Goddess asked your Father God to dissolve the water and wood spirit essence that is most beneficial for the cultivation of wood-type immortals in it. When you have nothing to do in the future, you can come and soak in it more often. It will be good for strengthening your body and replenishing your energy."
God knows how much Jiu Zhao wanted to run out and throw herself into the arms of the Queen Goddess and act coquettishly.
She looked eagerly at the source of the sound through Lan Qi's pupils.
However, this body seems to do everything slowly and leisurely——
He stood up slowly, walked out of the hall slowly, and stood beside the Queen of Gods slowly.
The warm palm touched the top of the head again.
Lan Qi, in his youth, was only slightly shorter than the Queen of Gods.
But the Queen's actions still unconsciously revealed that she treated him like a child. She caressed his head lovingly, "Qi'er, do you like the layout of Lingquan Palace? This is the first time for Mother God and Father God to be parents too. If there's anything you haven't done well, please tell us."
"It's already very good. Thank you, Mother Goddess."
The boy's voice was in a transitional stage, with a slightly hoarse voice.
He addressed the Queen of Gods as "mother" with visible reserve.
"If you're not used to calling me 'Mother Goddess', you can call me whatever you like."
"…Thank you, Your Majesty."
The young man changed his words so quickly that Jiu Zhao cursed him in his mind for being ungrateful, and the Queen of Gods was also silent.
But in the blink of an eye, she adjusted her expression, held Lan Qi's left hand, and said with a smile: "Come on, I'll take you to see the scenery elsewhere in Lingquan Palace."
Dreams last exceptionally long.
Jiu Zhao accompanied the Queen Mother and toured Lingquan Palace from beginning to end.
When we returned, we had a sumptuous lunch together.
These scenes are all fait accompli and cannot be changed. Although Jiu Zhao is very dissatisfied with Lan Qi's overly reserved and distant attitude, he can only force himself to ignore his actions and seize every opportunity to look more at the Mother Goddess's eyes and smile, and feel more of the warmth left on his body by the Mother Goddess.
By sunset, the familiar feeling of detachment came over him, reminding Jiu Zhao that he was about to wake up.
Compared to the last time when he was pulled into the dream unexpectedly and woke up suddenly before he could figure out the situation, Jiu Zhao was not panicked this time.
She acted as if she was reluctant to leave the Queen of Gods, delaying the time of waking up from the dream as much as possible, and constantly fighting against the force pulling her.
Soon, the peaceful picture of the years shattered into pieces.
In the gaps between the fragments, Jiu Zhao saw Lan Qi's sea of consciousness, which was shining like a galaxy, surrounding the illusory realm.
This is the opportunity I’ve been waiting for!
The action that had been repeated countless times in the heart of the tree was now being performed.
Jiu Zhao released his strength and allowed the nightmare technique to pull him out of the dream.
But silently, a wisp of immortal consciousness split out and flew straight to the sea of consciousness at the end of the boundary.
…
Open your eyes again.
Jiu Zhao's heart was pounding.
She immediately turned to look at Lan Qi, who had woken up before her, and said angrily, "Why does it always end so suddenly?"
"After all, it's a demonic technique. Staying in it for too long will not be good for your body."
When Jiu Zhao looked at Lan Qi, Lan Qi was also looking at her, and his tone of voice when answering her was as calm as ever.
"Oh, no wonder I always feel a little chest tightness and shortness of breath when I wake up - what about you? I entered your dream, wouldn't you feel uncomfortable?"
Rubbing his chest up and down with his hands to pretend to calm down, Jiu Zhao made up an excuse and continued to test the waters.
Across the desk, Lan Qi calmly shook his head.
He only answered with gestures without saying a word. Under the sparse moonlight, the atmosphere on the platform was a little cold.
Jiu Zhao's brain was working at high speed.
It should be successful, right?
Just asking doesn't seem to verify anything.
It is extremely dangerous for an outsider's immortal consciousness to invade the spiritual platform.
If he had noticed, his expression shouldn't have been so calm.
Even if Lan Qi could remain calm,
Once there is any action to expel or destroy the immortal consciousness, she will sense it immediately.
How about trying it again?
"you--"
Jiu Zhao's eyes flickered, and he wanted to say something else.
On the other end, Lan Qi suddenly stood up and said, "It's late, and we have official business tomorrow. Let's go back early."
Tonight Zhu Yan will receive Xing Yao's treatment and return to the bedroom, while Jiu Zhao sleeps alone.
She leaned on the bed, counting on her fingers, hesitating when to establish a connection with the immortal consciousness.
Regardless of whether they are immortals or demons, they are always more alert when they are awake.
She wanted to check Lan Qi's memory, so she had to wait until he fell asleep to feel safer and more at ease.
He waited until the end of the fifth watch, when dawn was about to begin, before Jiu Zhao tried to activate his spiritual consciousness.
Lan Qi's sea of consciousness was silent.
There was no fluctuation of spirit or power.
This means that at this moment his body and mind are both still - he is either meditating or in deep sleep.
Through meditation and practice, the five senses become more acute, and even the slightest changes in the body can be noticed immediately.
Falling into a deep sleep means relaxation and the time to take action.
The probability is fifty-fifty, but Jiu Zhao has always had bad luck.
She manipulated her immortal consciousness and swam slowly along the trajectory of the sea of consciousness.
Then, he came to a glowing round core.
Jiu Zhao had experienced nightmare magic twice and was very familiar with it.
Immortals call consciousness immortal consciousness, so according to the classification, the consciousness of demons is demonic consciousness.
Inside the circular core is the realm created after the demonic consciousness gathers together.
In the unconscious state, this state is a dream.
Lan Qi is dreaming.
What you think about during the day, you dream about at night.
Although the demons are not trapped by the restrictions of obsessive dreams and precognitive dreams like the gods.
But Jiu Zhao was also very curious about what would appear in Ye Zun’s dream.
Just like that, a tiny thread connecting Jiu Zhao's vision obeyed her will and gently adhered to the outer wall of the core.
The moment they touched, the excessive light finally stopped obstructing the vision.
Jiu Zhao looked inside intently.
Snow-white legs spread out to the sides.
A pitch-black head with its back turned suddenly came into her sight.
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