The Portal of Wonderland

In the heart of the stone herding white ape a strong excitement, couldn't help but dance and then put out a strange position with hands facing the sky, teeth grinning.

This action was just completed, the stone pasture brain was “bombarded” again, the foreground changed, the spirit returned to its body, the disc knee sat on the woodland grass.

The time is approaching the dawn, and the skies of the East are slightly white.

Ishima stood up and looked at the revealed sky. Her face was a little shocked and she didn't even care if her blouse was covered in dew water.

I had just dreamed of breathing a dozen short breaths, but in reality I spent the whole night.

Shi Lian shook his head and hurried to close his eyes to recall the moon-swallowing style he had learned in his dream.

As a result, he was quite speechless, and despite his best efforts to recall, there was a void in his mind, except for remembering the name ”Swallow Moon", the specific cultivation method was completely unrecognizable.

It was only in his heart that he knew clearly that he had learned this ruling.

This strange feeling of contradiction shocked his heart, and reality and dreams were hidden together.

He shook his head, threw away the strange feeling in his heart and calmed his mood.

At this moment, the sky grew brighter, and Ishima sighed and walked toward the residence.

He doesn't want to be perceived alone at night.

Two days later, in a cloudless night, a round of full moon hung quietly in the sky like a jade tray. The calm and soft moon shined through the sky, illuminating the entire valley with a cold silver white.

At this moment, in a remote low-lying stone house in the valley, the shepherd is sitting quietly on his knees on a rudimentary stone bed.

All of a sudden, he seemed to feel his eyes open and his eyes flashed a bright glint.

He finally waited for another moonlight night!

When he opened the stone door quietly, the stone herd flashed and came silently outside. He watched vigilantly for a moment and listened to the movement around him.

At this time, it is quiet and the moonlight is completely empty.

He cautiously moved forward through the shadow of the building, familiarizing himself with the doorway out of the stone house area and coming back to the grass before.

Shi Liam carefully circled around the area until after confirming safety, this did not sit on the grass like the last time, quietly feeling the touch of the moonlight, slowly adjusting his breathing, leaving himself in a state of mind.

After half a column of incense time, his body was tight, then he slowly relaxed, and the whole person sat motionless like an old monk.

After the next breath, Shi Mu has entered the dream again.

……

A cold wind blew, and the spirit of stone herding was one of them, when he realized that he had once again become a white monkey, standing on an odd silver boulder with two hands facing the field, grinning his teeth.

The word "moon swallowing" flickered through its heart.

He tried to lift his head up and couldn't move a bullet like he used to.

But he didn't think, looking up, he saw dense, numb white light spots in the sky, but unlike before, these light spots were not half the size of sesame seeds, and now they are rice grain sized, which in Ishima's view can already be called small light groups.

These tiny light groups seem to have been drawn by a mysterious force, just emerged in the sky, as the tide dropped below, falling into the white ape's golden eyes, and new light groups will form in the original place.

So constantly circulating, from high altitude, form a white light river, the end of which is a white ape with weird hands facing the sky.

As soon as these white light groups entered the white ape, they did not secretly disperse into the white ape as before, but rather, under the bondage of some unnamed power, unnamed convergence in its mind turned into a white mist.

Initially, the fog was chaotic, with a western, intense and faint east.

Soon, however, under a strange force, the fog gradually converged towards the middle and became smaller and denser, forming a milky white cloud of approximately liquid and slowly rotating and contracting.

As the emerging white fog is constantly caught in the gas mass vortex, the vortex is kept at its initial size and becomes increasingly dense.

Ishimaki first felt his head rise, seemed to have something cold crawling into his head, quickly an indescribable feeling of coolness and comfort gushed out of the deep of his mind, as if immersed in some kind of magical medicine, he hid feeling what magical changes had occurred in his mind.

He didn't know how long to keep this state, he couldn't help but quantify it in the midst of boredom, then found that the silver stone beneath him was actually sitting on a cliff of unknown mountain peaks, and the next one slowly floating in the cloudy sea, the wind blowing clouds, several curved and vigorous loose appeared in the cloud sea.

In addition, there are many strange plants on this mountain that have never been seen by stone pastoralists. From time to time, the sound of the tiger whistling dragon bark emerges. The mountain is extremely steep, the situation is straight and elongated, like a green sword that pierces the sky, and the tip of the sword is the cliff where the white ape is located.

Although the mountain is also surrounded by mountains, some tall and magnificent, some ancient and gorgeous, and some mountains are endless, but in terms of altitude, none can reach half the mountain peak, looking up at the night sky on the silver boulder at the top of the mountain, as if the stars of the moon and the sky could reach out and shake hands.

Ishima can be sure that this place has never appeared in previous dreams, and the white ape chose to cultivate the swallowing moon on this mountain, looking at this cliff as the closest place to the sky moon.

Time walked fast in his observations.

And how long later, the bottom of the milky white liquid-shaped vortex in the white ape's brain gradually formed a tiny grain of white.

As the milky white liquid-shaped vortex rotates, layers of fine white filament wrap around the white grain underneath, slowly making it larger.

Gradually, this grain became rice grain size.

At this moment, a thunder of "bombardment” exploded in the mind of the stone shepherd, and the feeling of spinning day after day made him black in front of his eyes.

“Ah!” a scream, the stone pasture sitting on the grass, his body suddenly fell backwards, a strong vibration immediately woke him up.

At this time, he was drenched in sweat, blended with dew and sweat, and had completely wet his black clothes.

His face was incredibly pale, his eyes were scattered, his muscles on his face were still a little twitchy. That amazing thunder in his dream just now sounded like it was blowing up in his soul, shocking his soul.

The good news is that the grass is extremely remote here, and this is close to the morning, when the human body is most in need, so no abnormalities have been found here.

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