Reverend Insanity

Light rain floats, and the green mountains appear more lush in the rain.

Fang Yuanjing sat in the house, facing his brother Fang Zheng.

“Brother, why are you so obsessed? Uncle and Aunt have been raising us so painstakingly for so many years that you have brought them to the council of elders. This is ungrateful!” Fang Zheng raised his head and stood in front of Fang Yuan, righteously denouncing him.

The square surface is calm, the eyes are like ice, the circle looks around, the heart says: “This dream is also realistic. ”

Later, he inspected himself and found himself hiding alcohol bugs, doing his best, etc., in a three-spin tip.

In Fang Yuan's heart, he must have said: “This is the equivalent of the time of the Three Kings. ”

At this point, the correction before us shouted with excitement: "There is still some time before the Presbyterian trial is held, brother, and you still have time to withdraw your complaint. If you really want to sue, your reputation will be ruined. Everyone around you will look down on you, and I won't recognize you as a brother! ”

Fang Yuan smiled, rose up and walked in the direction.

Fang takes a step back: "Brother, what do you want? ”

Seeing him like this, there was an aversion in Fang Yuan's heart.

“It's a dream obsession.” Fang Yuan knew, endured the aversion in his heart, crossed the square and walked to the door.

“Brother!” Square turned back sharply and grabbed Square's arm.

Fangyuan couldn't travel. Turning back, he looked at his brother, and his aversion became more intense. There was an impulse, I really wanted to slap Fang Zheng in the face and then grow up.

But the calmer Fang Yuan, gently grabbing Fang's right arm, slowly and hard, trying to get rid of his entanglement.

Then, however, the other hand of the square also grabbed the source.

Fang Yuan sighed helplessly, but in his eyes, he flashed, lifted his leg, and kicked Fang directly to the ground.

She was kicked to the ground and was unable to get up for a short time.

Fangyuan, this is freedom. Turn around, take a big step and walk out the door.

As soon as we left the door, the scenery suddenly changed.

Instead, he came to the Council Hall of the Ancient Moon Family.

An old man, sitting beside each other. The chief sits at the center height, overlooking the square and square.

The source looked at himself and found that he was kneeling on the ground. On your knees, too.

Fang Yuan Ming Ming Ming Ming Mirror, the mind just kicked the square, the mood burst in the mind, making the dream obsession stronger.

In the first scene, there was only one cabin, two characters. Now here's the council hall, bigger than a cabin. And there were almost ten characters, just blurred faces, the only ones that were clear.

Fangyuan glanced at the patrol room, only to look at the chief for a little more time, the face of the chief began to gradually become clearer.

Fang Yuan quickly turned his eyes and looked no further.

The more you look at it, the more memories you have in your mind, the slower your dreams become. Even more worrisome is the emotion that drives the mind, and once it falls in love, it becomes obsessed with the dream.

Fangyuan doesn't have the aid of a dream fairy trick. Once you're stuck in a disorder, it's hard to get away.

“Where exactly is this dream-filled material? Is it not here in the second scene, still further down?” Fangyuan glanced at the search, no results, and when his heart was mocked, Tang Zhongsheng spoke.

Later, an old man came out and told the aunts and uncles about the source statement and embezzled their parents' inheritance.

As a witness, Fang spoke in public for his aunt and uncle.

As soon as Fang Yuan listened in his ear, he couldn't help but increase his disgust in his heart and become a little angry and hidden in it.

The elderly in the hall talked, and the words were clearly biased towards the other side, and the other side's source was very much to be seen.

The situation in Fangyuan is critical, but the mind is still cold and calm. He tasted his feelings carefully, and his heart was always unscrupulous.

“The defendant's side was declared to have come in.” At this point, the elder suddenly spoke.

Uncle and aunt appeared, filled with anger. When he opens his mouth, he counts the sources and preaches his usual unfaithful behavior. This is purely a false accusation. It is totally vain. Everyone always believes it is true, and the other party laughs coldly.

“Give you one last chance. What kind of argument do you have now?” In the end, the chief speaks and asks the source.

Fang Yuan sneered. This is a trap in the dream. If you really want to speak, you move your heart and you are in danger.

So he shook his head and said nothing.

The elder suddenly changed color and smiled, pointing his finger at him: "You are truly irrefutable. I now announce that the Nine Leafs are to be handed over to your uncle and aunt. ”

Jiu Yesheng was alive and well. He was removed from his knack by the chief and handed it over to his uncle and aunt on the spot.

Fang Zhenglian kowtowed and thanked him: "Thank you, elders, for seeing Autumn and Autumn, and for the innocence of my uncle and aunt. ”

Fang Yuan's heart soared with a faint sorrow, but he held on to it.

He stared closely at Jiuleaf Raw Machine Grass.

The magic material in the dream appeared, which is the "Nine Leafs Raw Machine Grass” in front of you.

“It's so insidious. The key thing to fall on is to try and move my emotions. The more I concentrate on this dream material, the more emotional and dreamy I get. ”

Think of it here, it starts violently, pouring the real yuan onto several insects.

Several figurines erupted, knocking my uncle and aunt out.

He moved the rabbit off, grabbed the Nine Leaves Raw Machine Grass, and then didn't stop at all, snatched out the door.

“Good thief!” The chief laughed furiously and chased him out first.

“How dare you kill me!” The elders roared and followed the chief of the clan to the source.

As soon as Fangyuan exited the gate, the foreground changed dramatically.

He was found in a cave, surrounded by stone walls as white as bones, reminiscent of the white bone mountains of Nanjiang.

Because of the legacy of the ash talent, Fang Yuan and Bai Jie Ice cooperated, eventually fleeing Bai Bone Mountain and avoiding the pursuit of hundreds of families. He was impressed by this experience, engraved deep inside.

As the memories move, the clearer the surrounding caves become and even change to be exactly what they were going through in the White Bone Cave.

Fang Yuan cautioned and hastily stopped remembering.

At this time, Ancient Moon elders, with nearly ten elders, appeared in the field of view of Fangyuan and chased them over.

Fang Yuan hurriedly retreated.

Once you die in a dream, it's very harmful to your soul. And even worse, they die of dreams. In 500 years ago, not many magicians were caught up in dreams and lost their lives while exploring dreams.

According to the soul of Fangyuan at this time, death is not possible, but the soul seriously injured is certain.

The soul is damaged and the source is not afraid, because he is the only one in the world who has the guts to do business. But if he retreats from his dreams after being injured, the material he struggles to find will disappear. It was not the will of the source to do so.

As Fangyuan fled backwards, he looked at the Nine Leaves in his arms.

Grasshoppers are alive and well, and there are constant sensations in Fang Yuan's heart. Always remind him that this is the best ingredient for refining dreams.

Turn left at Fangyuan and run into a small hole. Immediately abandoned a few vigilantes and immediately sat on the floor to begin refining the tricks according to the recipe of memory.

As soon as it was half-finished, Fangyuan was spotted by the chasers, blocking the only hole.

Fangyuan sighed helplessly, prompting a number of beasts to forcibly break out.

In the fierce battle, he lived with his emotions, just beating them back, not killing them.

A moment later, he discovered a second hole and went back into the drill.

This time the manipulation was shorter, only roughly 30% of it was completed, and it was discovered.

“He's here!” Fang shouted out loud.

Square laughed coldly and kicked Square in the right direction.

By then, an old man had arrived and raided the back of Fangyuan.

Every injury in a dream is a trauma to the soul.

Fangyuan is in danger, turning around hastily, exploding several powerful beast shadows, attacking his home to blow up into meat sauce.

“Fong Yuan, you must not die well!” Before dying, the family shouted and cursed. The original blurred face suddenly became clear and turned into a classroom old look.

The source sighed helplessly.

Just now, at a dangerous juncture, he distracted himself, his efforts to suppress the emotions in his mind slightly diminished, making his dreams deeper.

That's why he kept his hands open and didn't kill the pursuit.

The scenes of dreams are constant, almost indefinitely. Even if Fangyuan kills the pursuit, there will be other pursuits. Different interfering restraints arise, even if they are not pursued.

And when fighting life and death, pay more attention, so that your emotions can be easily revealed. Dream variety, is to try to move dreamers' feelings, so that they can not discern the truth and falsehood, and eventually immerse themselves in dream obsession forever, can not pull themselves out.

Fortunately, Fangyuan has previous life experience. Although the achievements of the previous life in the dream are pathetic, they are sufficient for him to face the dream.

After getting rid of the army chase, Fangyuan came to a hall, but it was the same scene he remembered to refine the flesh and bone reunion.

Here, Fangyuan finally cultivates into a dreamworm.

After chasing the soldiers, Fangyuan laughed and said to himself: “Now wake up. ”

After that, it suddenly vanished into darkness.

Fangyuan slowly opened his eyes and the darkness dissipated, revealing the sight of the Spiritual Walking Palace, as it had been before he had dreamed. And he sat on the couch, kneeling in his hands, holding the motion of his dreams.

In his dreams, he was pinching the dreams he had just cultivated. Back to reality, this dreamsmanship flies.

Nor was the source alarmed, but went into his own mind.

In one's mind, a dream floats quietly, surrounded by thoughts like bubbles, dissipating.

“The first dream is finally done.” Fang Yuan smiled with comfort.

Dreams are different from other genres. No trick is shapeless and can only be found in the mind. Only the fairy magic of dreams can be turned back from falsehood.