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The main reason was that the other three couldn't continue playing; seeing Xiao Li's head resting on Ice Cube's flat stomach, all three had the same resentful look in their eyes.
It seemed even more uncomfortable than losing money.
Elder Han He instructed him to remember to come to Shenbing Peak, then ended his self-indulgence. Shang Wu owed a mountain of debt; although Xiao Li didn't intend for her to repay it, her Elder's stipend was already lost.
If she continued playing, she'd lose her underwear.
With not enough people, Qin Yuzhi wasn't fully satisfied and sighed reluctantly:
"I'll have to play in my dreams again."
"You can control your dreams?"
Li Mo asked curiously as he put away the mahjong tiles.
"It's just a trivial skill; don't act like I'm not a Seventh Realm cultivator."
Qin Yuzhi sniffed, acting quite proud:
"Memory is the root of dreams. Yunmeng Xian's revival is all-pervasive. To ensure I don't slack off even in my sleep, besides traveling through other people's dreams when I'm asleep, I also invented this secret art."
"How about it, do you want to learn, all of you?"
Li Mo was fine; he was just slightly curious about this peculiar art.
Mainly, Ice Cube needed to learn it, to prevent future problems.
"You don't have to repay the mahjong loan."
"Hmph, this secret art isn't easy to learn, but since you're sincerely asking, I'll just casually teach it."
Half an hour later.
Huanshen Sect Leader Qin's expression went through 'not bad, but still needs practice'; 'you've got something, this doesn't stump you?'; and finally became 'Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?'
She muttered to herself and returned to her room.
Li Mo got up and looked at the sky. It was getting late, cloudless, with a bright moon and sparse stars. The enormous moon had climbed halfway up the snowy mountain. It played with the snowflakes with the wind, letting the night sky sprinkle stardust.
Looking back, Ying Bing sat in the moonlight, her lowered face a mix of light and shadow in the moon's glow, the rustling sound of the book in her turning hands quiet.
"The moonlight is really beautiful today."
"It's very pretty."
Ying Bing looked up and nodded.
Li Mo smiled.
During the Dual Cultivation process with Ice Cube, the two gradually formed a tacit understanding, such as 'the moonlight is beautiful'.
As everyone knows, when the moon is beautiful, Taiyin Divine Intent is abundant and most suitable for observation, so this also became a signal to request Dual Cultivation. free𝑤ebnovel.com
The two hadn't observed Taiyin Divine Intent together for a while... cough, observed Taiyin Divine Intent.
Cultivation is about perseverance, how could they be so negligent!
"Then I'll go to your room and wait for you."
"What are you doing in my room?"
"??"
Li Mo was stunned for a moment, wasn't it Dual Cultivation?
Then he saw a mischievous curve at Han Xianzi's lips, her moon-dyed eyes smiling faintly.
"Today I want to study the Art of Yellow beam, be good."
"Alright..."
Li Mo couldn't resist that word, but he still showed his disappointment at not being able to observe Taiyin Divine Intent and returned to his room.
Oh well, he still had many superior forms and several extreme forms he hadn't played.
Seven apertures of Guan Shen Realm, and he could accommodate another Great Saint Divine Ability.
Little Li's empty-nest back stretched long... very long... in the moonlight.
Watching him go upstairs, Ying Bing pursed her lips, then sat for a while longer before getting up.
Just as she opened her boudoir door, she heard the restless tossing and turning from across the hall, feeling a bit helpless.
She softly closed the door.
Using the moonlight, she took out the Art of Yellow beam again, on which was written:
"What one thinks about during the day, one dreams about at night."
That's right, the Art of Yellow beam Entering Dreams isn't about your dream becoming whatever you want it to be; at least, a Guan Shen Realm cultivator can't freely control dreams like Qin Yuzhi playing mahjong in her dreams.
One can only build psychological suggestion for oneself in a special way.
Only by letting certain thoughts take root deeply, and then entering a dream, can the dream be changed to a certain extent by those thoughts.
If Li Mo slept beside her.
What would her dream become?
"Almost there."
Ying Bing reviewed it again, confirming that the method she had mastered was correct.
Then, she began to recall those scenes from her previous life.
After Rebirth, all other memories were clear, only those in the Return to Nothingness were vague and incomplete.
Besides the phrase 'heart is incomplete', she knew nothing else.
She wanted to know why she had failed.
And Ying Huang.
The last time the other party appeared in her dream, if she could control her dream, would things be different?
As she thought this, a wave of drowsiness washed over her.
Suddenly.
【Hint: System ranking countdown 29 days.】
【This punishment is: plant Forty-nine strawberries.】
【To make the host feel shame and then courage, relevant scenes are being automatically broadcast to the host.】
" ? "
The last image that flashed in Ying Bing's eyes before falling asleep was...
From the upright gentleman Little Li's head!
.....
That night, in the dream of a former Demon Summoning Sect Leader.
"Sect Leader is truly amazing!"
"Eighteen Arhats, you can even make such a hand."
"Sect Leader is mighty, card skills are divine!"
At the card table, amidst flattery, Qin Yuzhi looked out the window. It was the Huanshen Sect from her memory. At this time, the Huanshen Sect held important positions, overseeing the world's favorable weather and managing the vast power of all living beings.
A scene of prosperity.
"Master, I want to be as powerful as you in the future."
Qin Yuzhi turned her head and saw a five or six-year-old naive child, his eyes full of innocence and adoration for her.
This was one of her disciples.
"Si Ye, then you must work hard."
Qin Yuzhi smiled and stroked his head, but her heart was full of bitterness.
Baili Si Ye, he...
He must be a handful of yellow earth by now, right?
The dream she had never ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ tired of for thousands of years, this dream that felt so real, sometimes made even her, its creator, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.
Now it was beginning to collapse, scattering like sand in the wind.
This dream...
When reality descended, it headed towards its end.
Qin Yuzhi sat on the throne, silently watching all of this unfold.
Then she sighed faintly, and in her dream, she floated, aimlessly wandering in the brilliant, dreamy river of stars. Each of those bubbles was the dream of another Qingyuan Sect member.
This was another of her secret arts, dream traveling.
She could travel through many people's dreams, and even step into them.
Hmm?
Suddenly, Qin Yuzhi stopped before one of the colorful bubbles.
This bubble was like moonlight condensed, yet faintly tinged with pink.
"This is... Little Bing'er's dream?"
Qin Yuzhi blinked curiously, her low mood brightening with interest.
Someone as serene and aloof as her.
What kind of dream would she have?
