Long Live Summons!

“Dream?” His Majesty's voice is not happy or angry. It is as clear as a forest spring on a stone. It is as warm as a blue field. "Let me tell you a story first! ”

“Hahaha, tell a story, yes, now is the time to tell a story!” The old man with the crane hair, known as Mr. Junyu, laughed, stretched his beard, and said: “The world can listen to His Majesty's stories, and there is geometry, such luck, should be celebrated. My husband is here, it looks like he really deserves this 10,000 mile trip! ”

The middle-aged literary man heard a slight expression of dismay, but recovered as he had begun.

His big sleeve was restrained and he slept behind his back.

Stand still.

Seems to concentrate on the stories His Majesty is about to tell.

His Majesty, as if he had not noticed the irony in Mr. Junyu's laughter, still dotted like a lake of mirrors: "A little friend told me a story like this, saying that a man with a good dream often dreams and fantasizes that one day he will come true. One day, he was drunk, lying beneath a tree in the courtyard, in trance, two envoys of the country came, invited this person to a 'Great Acura Country' to play, saw and heard, found that the people were far less than themselves, there was a sense of superiority of the crane standing chicken herd, just at the time of the selection of officials of the Great Acura Country, this person also signed up for a try, found no difficulty, finally connected three levels, high school first. The king saw this man excellently, and he personally married the princess, temporarily speaking beautifully. ”

“What's the point of being happy and marrying a princess and not knowing His Majesty's story?” Mr. Junyu can't hear a thing.

“…” The middle-aged literary man also frowned.

“The story isn't over yet!” His Majesty took a brief pause and went on to say: "This man was appointed as a lord of one side, he loved his people with great diligence and integrity, he was well respected by the people, and he had several men and women under his knees, followed by others who, as you have just said, lived happily ever after. If the story comes here, then nature is not enough for both of you, but there is one more paragraph after that, and I wonder if you would like to continue to listen? ”

“Say, my husband wants to hear the ending.” Mr. Chunyu laughed. “My husband knew this story would turn, but I don't know where His Majesty would distort it. Ha-ha-ha! ”

The middle-aged man did not speak, and his eyes sparkled with wisdom, as if he were enlightened.

His Majesty was not thrilled by the words of Mr. Chun Yu, but continued to speak as if it were still water: “At a time when his life was full of joy and uncertainty, Sandalwood, a neighbouring country, attacked the Great Acacia. Under World War I, the Great Acacia was invincible, several times defeated, the enemy was strong, and no one could compete. ”

Mr. Chun Yu laughed out loud: "In that case, why not send that lord's talent to lead the battle? ”

His Majesty waited for him to finish laughing and then interfaced: “Exactly, there was no plan to raise the country, and this man stood up and led the nation to the elite, engaged with the enemy. It is unfortunate that he did not share the law. Although he was brave, he misled the army even deeper, eventually causing a massive defeat on the whole line, undermining the army and failing to succeed.” When Mr. Junyu heard it, he laughed suddenly, and the middle-aged clerk's eyebrows seemed to have figured out why His Majesty had said so. His Majesty Weighton added: "When the soldier was defeated and fled home, he wanted his wife to plead with the King, who did not know that his wife had died of acute illness at home. He had no choice but to go back to the capital to see the king for sin, the king was furious, depraved this person as a civilian, removed all titles, and took away all the children born of the princess, and finally sent this person to his original homeland, never to be used again for eternity...”

Mr. Chun Yu listened and felt it was very unpleasant.

I really want to rebut a few sentences.

But I don't know what to say.

A middle-aged man, he didn't say anything on the surface, but his expression suddenly had an unexpected look.

At a time when the two were embarrassed, His Majesty spoke again: "The story is not yet over, and at the end of the day it is. He was returned to his original hometown, embarrassed, shouted and woke up from his dreams. Finding that everything was just a dream, good and unfortunate, did not happen. He searched carefully and found a nest of ants under the great acacia tree in the courtyard...”

“Cough, cough, cough!” When Mr. Junyu heard the end of the story, he coughed up and blushed.

“Indeed, His Majesty's revelation is inspiring, and the world is rich in merit, and happiness is indeed like a floating cloud. In an instant, in a blink of an eye, we are busy competing for strength and victory. A man who wants to make great achievements is actually just a district ant. Compared to endless time and boundless space, compared to the mighty ancient giant gods, we fight, it is just an ant battle. How ridiculous, unfortunately, how many more people in the world can see this as clear as His Majesty?” When the middle-aged literary man heard it, he was stunned first, and then he laughed and clapped his hands with admiration.

“The Lord of the Orient, known as Heaven's First Wisdom, possesses the great wisdom of Superman. Why should we not understand?” His Majesty sighed slightly and asked softly.

“Some people have no interest in ant nests, but some people like to study ant nests.” Middle-aged clerics say personality hobbies are different for everyone.

“How can an ant be so obsessed if it never bites?” His Majesty asks again.

“Though he does not bite, his dreams are too good. Perhaps he cannot bear the wife of a beautiful princess, the child of his dreams, or everything that belongs to him.” The middle-aged man laughed and answered with a smile.

“Everything in my dreams is just a fantasy in the end.” His Majesty's words are not finished, and Mr. Junyu, a child with a crane hair, immediately objected: “His Majesty says that the old man disagrees. What the so-called day thinks, what the dreams dream, what people pursue is the dreams. If you can achieve your dreams, it's the happiest and most glorious feat of your life. As for disillusionment, it's because of your abilities. How can you defeat a war if you have the power to rule the three armies in your story? Even if dreams turn around, if people are talented, learned, there is naturally a place to go in reality! What His Majesty just said about fantasy is just the lamentation and lamentation of some losers. Don't you know that the world is not a place for man-made things, as long as there are hearts and minds, nests or realities, fantasies or realities? One conclusion is that the husband's answer to His Majesty's" Dream ", what does His Majesty think? ”

“How I thought it didn't matter, Lord Orient?” His Majesty sends a message to the middle-aged clerk.

“There are people who think that life is a dream, and there are people who think that things are artificial and that they have nothing to do with it.” The answer of the middle-aged literary man was no leak.

“In that case, if this is a dream, how would you two like to get along?” His Majesty's voice suddenly cooled down, and there was a sense of cold silence and quiet melting of ice and snow, which made the spirit of the middle-aged man known as Lord of the Orient and the elderly man known as Mr. Junyu Tsuruo one of a kind.

They know, this Tianluo Palace, this mirage.

It was never easy to get in.

Even when the three giants of the heavenly realm invaded Tongtian Tower, only the Emperor alone supported it. At the time when the four killed the heavenly and dark, Tongtian Tower was like an undefended castle. The powerful people of the heavenly realm looked at the Tiger and waited quietly for the Emperor's defeat. Before that, nobody dared to step into the Palace of Tianro, nobody dared to step into the mirage of this city.

After thousands of years of reflection and thousands of years of searching, the middle-aged clerk finally found a dreambreaking Mr. Junyu.

Only dare to step into this Tianluo Palace for the first time.

Taboo place.

This is an absolutely horrible taboo place… perhaps even the warriors of the sky tower have forgotten, but as the most hateful central temple to the sky tower, the middle-aged literary man did not forget for a day the existence of this Palace of Heaven, this mirage of the sea city.

Tongtian Tower, the abyss, the ladder and the Dragon Teng mainland have faded successively. The abyss has been sinking since the Queen's seal was conquered, and no one has risen for 10,000 years. Although talented, the Dragon Teng mainland has been the only one who has kept the heavenly world in captivity for 10,000 years. Unless there were three more Yue families who later rose faster than imagined, then the Dragon Teng mainland sinks more thoroughly than the abyss.

Only the ladder, even though it began to fade tens of thousands of years ago, still exists today.

His Majesty, who stays permanently in the Palace of Tianluo and stays dormant in the mirage all year.

In the view of the strong in the Central Temple, he is the number one dangerous figure in the Tower of Heaven.

As long as this man wants to invade the sky tower, it's hard to do!

It took thousands of years for a middle-aged literary man to grasp Mr. Jun Yu, who specializes in breaking dreams, to step into this Palace of Heavenly Lords... Now, in the face of His Majesty's counterattack, is it true that there is 100% certainty that 'thus destroying, defeating and winning'? This, in the heart of a middle-aged literary man, is not absolutely certain!

Now it all depends on Mr. Junyu.

Him.

The one who breaks dreams.

As long as Mr. Junyu is able to break his dreams, then conquer the Tower of Heaven and never speak again!

Apart from this Majesty, the middle-aged literary clergyman is really not very concerned about the Yuejia Third Majesty or any human supremacy of the show after the Tower of Heaven. After all, these post-show shows are too young, so young that they can be almost negligible! Although the Yue family's third lesson and the supremacy of humankind also had some fame in their ears, the layout of the middle-aged literary man included all the changes, so he didn't believe in anyone who could jump out of his layout for thousands of years... Except for His Majesty, only this person, only this person's dream, has this possibility!

“Your Majesty, for your question.” Monsieur Junyu was cautious, but he laughed easily on the surface: "My husband replied that if it was a dream, then my husband would make it a reality! If this is a dream, my husband breaks the dream and makes everything in the dream a reality! ”

“You're not me. How dare you say something different about my dreams?” His Majesty sneered.

“In my dreams, I am God!” Mr. Chun Yu's face was full of arrogance, he raised his hands to the heavens, and the whole man scattered all kinds of light, as if the sun had risen to the east, and all the heavens and the earth were illuminated by him. His voice was like an ancient echo, as if it were a golden stone inscription, and he passed into the eardrums word for word: “I am God, the god of dreams! In my dreams, so I can do anything! ”

Mr. Chun Yu's hands waved toward the sky, turning out to be a clear sky for thousands of miles.

There are countless clouds converging at once.

Lightning thunder room.

Heavy rain pouring.

Mr. Chunyu pressed his hands, and when the rain fell on the ground, those droplets turned into flames, burning all flammable objects. When this old man with the hairy face of a crane raises his hand in front of his chest again, those burning flames turn into brilliant flowers!

“Whoever dreams of a world, I am God, and I am the Lord. Under my will, everything is in my name, with no exceptions, no detachments. I am the God of dreams, my will, the will of all things, whoever obeys me, or intends to resist me, whether it is made by nature, whether it is made by living creatures, whether it is sanity or any fluctuation free from the world, whether conscious or unconscious, as long as it exists in the world, in dreams, then it belongs to me, to me, to me, to me!” Mr. Chunyu, the appearance of the crane's childish face shines brightly, as if it were divine and dignified.

“Blossoming...” he said, referring to the flowers that blossomed, all of which blossomed in the weave.

“Flowers...”

Meanwhile, all the blooming flowers faded away, eventually accompanied by a light breeze, turning to nothing.

Mr. Chunyu looked up to the sky and brought in a meteor that destroyed the heavens and the earth. At the moment when the giant meteor was about to fall on the Palace of Tianro, he turned it into a petal that was flying all over the sky, drifting and descending without any damage, causing it to land in England, like blood.

Finally, Mr. Junyu held his fist and nodded confidently to the middle-aged man: "Whoever this dream is, I am the god of dreams! Here I can dominate time and space, I can create and destroy, I can accomplish everything, no matter what this dream is, I can break it out and, once and for all, turn it into reality! ”

Middle-aged writer, microjaw neck.

Thousands of years of effort, thousands of years of preparation, have finally paid off.

Although the time is slightly longer, this is not unacceptable either.

Thong Tian Tower is indeed even happier to destroy ahead of time, but it would be a great pleasure to prepare step by step and push it towards an irreversible abyss!

For all kinds of dream-breaking, the middle-aged literary man is reassuring.

After all, Mr. Junyu has a gift best at breaking dreams and a ability to control all dreams. He has been preparing for thousands of years to reach his maximum limit and win today's dreams. Without thousands of years of preparation, he would never have felt that Mr. Junyu was able to unleash any trace of power and will in this Palace of Heaven, fortunately, thousands of years of time and patience, in return.

The only thing that the middle-aged literary man has yet to understand.

Why is that?

Before that, His Majesty would relax and tell himself and Mr. Junyu the story of the dream?

“Your Majesty, what do you think?” The middle-aged man was not happy, and in fact, he would not be happy until the opponent had completely admitted his loss.

“A good dream, compared to that story just now!” His Majesty is so appreciative of the words and deeds of Mr. Jun Yu calling himself ‘I am the god of dreams’.

“What did you say?” Mr. Junyu is angry.

“In the words of some shitty bastard, you're a psychopath! Talking to you is a waste of lips and tongues. I'm going to rest.” His Majesty added coldly, "I think I made myself clear enough! ”

* * * * * * * * * (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)