I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

The second person who woke up was Bai Lingxu. When he woke up, he looked around in confusion. After opening his first sentence, he asked inexplicably:

"Where is that monument?"

"What monument?"

Wuchan asked incomprehensibly, but Lin Meng was an instant awakening. Thinking of something, he stretched out his hand and pointed upwards and asked carefully:

"Did you dream of that stone tablet?"

Bai Lingxu nodded, and said somewhat depressed:

"Yes, I dreamed of that stone tablet, and I fought fiercely with the figure transformed into that stone tablet for seven days, fighting and losing again and again, but no matter how I fight, I am not the opponent of that stone tablet."

"Seven days later, I was exhausted by the illusion of the stone tablet. I was trying to use the means of rebirth of the void to fight again, but I suddenly woke up. It was really unhappy. I haven't won the stone tablet yet. !"

Lin Meng wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. No wonder that the people in the Temple of War are all lunatics. It seems that Bai Lingxu will be the same as the previous generations of the Lord in the future. After being invincible in the world, he will go to the end of the heaven. Stone stele seeks death.

"You will still have the opportunity to challenge that stone tablet in the future. It is a good thing to experience this in your dream ahead of time. Don't be so stubborn."

Lin Meng sighed and persuaded him, but Bai Lingxu didn't appreciate it, and murmured in a low voice:

"The rule is that you have to go to the end of the martial arts invincible and the world before you can challenge the stone tablet. Our fourth generation of the palace master, a saint who has lived for tens of thousands of years, is not qualified yet. I think of waiting at least a few Wannian is special...unhappy!"

Lin Meng had no choice but to hold his forehead after hearing this. It seemed that once the fighting spirit of the people of the God of War Temple burned, it would be difficult to put it out.

Thoughts like Bai Lingxu were completely unreasonable lunatics in Lin Meng's eyes, and could be described perfectly in five words, dying early and reborn early.

Wu Chan heard Lin Mengzai and Bai Lingxu talking about some unpredictable topics between the saint world, hated consciously, did not interrupt, silently sitting side by side to consolidate the realm he had just broken through.

The third person who woke up was Yuan Zhu, a young man in red. He had already burst into tears when he woke up, and his opened eyes were scarred and bloodshot.

Lin Meng silently handed him a veil, not asking what he was dreaming of, but also gave Bai Lingxu and Wuchan Divine Soul voice transmission and told them not to ask.

Seeing Yuan Zhu's appearance, Lin Meng knew what he dreamed of without even thinking about it. He must have dreamed of the whole family who was poisoned that day.

Lin Meng didn't want to expose Yuan Zhu's scars again, Yuan Zhu was also silent, and after wiping his face, he hung his head and leaned on the car sullenly.

The fourth person who woke up was Lin Jin. When he woke up, there were two lines of clear tears from the corner of his eyes.

"Mr. Lin..."

Lin Meng called out and wanted to hand over a veil, but Lin Jin shook his head and refused.

"I'm fine, don't worry, I am very happy now."

Lin Meng was puzzled, and Yuan Zhu was equally puzzled.

Yuan Zhu, who was originally leaning on the car, was depressed and immersed in grief, saw that Lin Jin woke up with tears just like him, and suddenly came into interest and asked:

"What did the sir dream about?"

Lin Jin smiled.

"I dreamed of two close relatives who died because of me."

"Sir! They are not..."

Lin Meng just wanted to speak to Lin Jin, Zhuo Yuanshan and Lin Haiya didn't die because of him, but Lin Jin shook his head and interrupted them.

"I know what you want to say, they didn't die because of me, but if I was able to bear the responsibility now, they would not die. This is an indisputable fact."

Lin Meng was speechless, and Lin Jin’s words were reasonable. If Lin Jinneng was not in the library at the time and could not extricate himself from it, and stood up to replace Zhuoyuan Mountain’s Hongtian Supervisor, he would be able to shelter Zhuoyuan Mountain and Lin Haiya, those two will not die.

Yuan Zhu glanced at Lin Meng and then at Lin Jin, knowing that it was something to do with others' sadness and inconvenience, so he had to change the subject and asked:

"Then why does the gentleman feel happy instead of sad?"

Lin Jin chuckled and shook his head.

Lin Jin's words struck Yuan Zhu's heart like a thunder, and it suddenly dawned on him.

Yuan Zhu, who had a sorrow and a low aura, suddenly became alive, with an excited smile on his face, and he arched his hands to Lin Jin:

"Thank you, Mr., for awakening the dreamer! Now I understand it thoroughly!"

"Oh?"

Lin Jin raised his eyebrows slightly to show a look of surprise, and immediately guessed what Yuan Zhu was thinking.

"You also dreamed of a scene similar to me?"

Yuan Zhu nodded, and said without shyness:

"I dreamed of all my relatives who died. I was still in despair and sadness. I didn't understand until I heard what my husband said. Why should I feel sad? I should feel extremely lucky!"

"Russ can be taught!"

Lin Jinwen smiled and nodded in praise.

Less than a quarter of an hour after Lin Jin woke up, the last remaining Zhuo Lin also woke up leisurely. Unlike the peculiar performance of Lin Jin and others when they woke up, Zhuo Lin really seemed to have just woke up after an ordinary sleep. Sleepy eyes are still hazy and confused.

At this time, Yuan Zhu, who came out of sorrow and lively, was the first to come forward and ask:

"What did you dream of?"

Zhuo Lin rubbed his eyes, shook his head to refresh himself, and muttered in a puzzled tone:

"A very strange dream. I dreamed that I had reached a place I had never seen, never been to, and never heard of. It seemed to be on the edge of the South China Sea, with the stormy waves hitting the shore. , That place is like a college, called... Shanya Academy!"

"There are also two young monks, a man and a woman, who claim to be my ancestors and mothers, which is really strange... strange..."

Hearing Zhuo Lin mentioning Shanya Academy and Auntie and Auntie, Lin Jin's figure shook fiercely and turned away silently.

At this moment, Zhuo Lin suddenly turned around and asked Lin Jin:

"Master, do you know that there is this Shanya Academy in the world? I would rather go to that academy."

The smile on Lin Jin's face suddenly froze, and he had to turn around and say:

"The Confucianism of the Hundred Schools is the Taoist school with the largest number of people in the world, the folk Xuxu, the school and even the official school, and even the academies that have entered the unified state, the non-unified academies and even the abandoned academies. There are so many stars in the sky, even if I am the head of Hongtianjian, the first school of Confucianism in the world, I can't know them all."

"Oh……"

After hearing the words, Zhuo Lin responded with a slight disappointment and then stopped questioning. Lin Meng shook his head slightly and sighed in his heart. It seemed that Lin Jin still couldn't face his heart disease, and couldn't face Zhuo Lin.

Lin Jin is very clever, the first person in the world, and the word game is naturally handy. After saying this, he did not make it clear. It was not a lie to deceive others, and he gave Zhuo Lin a hint that he did not know such He no longer asked for an exact.