Anyone can see that a heavy rain is already in the mouth of God.

The wind emerged from the lips and teeth, and the old jujube tree in the yard began to moan crookedly. Pei Ye took all the tables, benches and baskets back to the house. Soon, heavy rain fell.

It was so dark and the world was falling. Even in the most violent midsummer in previous years, there was rarely such heavy rain. Pei Ye raised his head with some concern. If it lasted for too long, there would inevitably be some disaster.

"Go to bed early, lamp oil is quite expensive." The old man said hoarsely.

Pei Ye closed the door page, blocked the sound of rain outside, carried the old man back to the bed, and then went to the other side to rest.

Her chest and abdomen were slightly stirred, and Pei Ye frowned and placed the wine and medicine on the head of the bed, suspecting that the last one might be there tonight.

But I finally fell into my dream with the heavy rain.

The raindrops slapped densely against the roof, jujube trees, stone slabs, and all kinds of indistinguishable sounds mixed together. Pei Ye returned to the noisy martial arts hall two years ago in his sleep.

That was the most satisfying and fulfilling time for Pei Ye. He worked with the teenagers of the same age, thinking about the way of boxing, and truly felt that he became stronger and more powerful. He proudly won the first place in the Mid-Autumn Festival Martial Arts Conference for two consecutive years.

However, as the seeds of the Dantian fail, everything falls down.

The first step to practicing to enter the hall is to "germinate" the dantian plant. To be fair, the danger of this step is actually not too high.

But when the forest is big, there are always unlucky birds.

The dantian seed rupture, and the out-of-control true energy hurt Pei Yi's lungs. The injury is not fatal, but when it is in pain, it is like a hundred cold iron needles stirring in the chest and abdomen. If it is said that it completely blocks the path of cultivation, it is actually not. In five or ten years, the dantian seed may be able to grow well on its own.

However, the treatment of injuries did indeed consume all the wealth left by the parents, and even the house had to be sold. As he made a living and drank medicine, he became thin and haggard, and he became increasingly distant from his fellow martial arts companions, and finally became a marginal figure in the city like Lao Xiangzi.

Due to illness and fatigue, Pei Yu often finds it difficult to sleep in a stable and stable sleep. The bizarre dreams always come one after another, but today's dreams are continuous and stable.

The old people in the martial arts hall are still the same, the masters are still so strict and considerate, and the atmosphere is still so jubilant. This dream seems to last until you wake up.

But suddenly, everything disappeared.

There is only a cloud of vagueness left in the dream.

Pei Ye's consciousness completely fell, and there was no dream or self.

The distant and vast sound comes from nowhere, as if calling or reciting.

It is like parents calling their children, like emperor summoning ministers, like gods favoring believers, and no call is more powerful than this.

In the quiet and deep darkness, Pei Ye's body suddenly sat up and opened his breathless pupils.

He left the bed like a walking zombie, muttering indecipherable words like a dreamy voice in his mouth, took off the door bolt, pushed the door open and walked out.

There was still heavy rain outside the house.

Stepping barefoot into the mud and water, the wet and cold rain poured on the skin, the warmth wrapped in the quilt evaporated instantly, and the whole person was wet in an instant.

Pei Ye seemed to be feeling unconscious, walked straight towards the courtyard gate, opened the door and stepped out, and there was no one in the cold alley.

Walking out of the alley and coming to the street, Pei Ye's steps tightened little by little, and a wise mania gradually emerged in his empty pupils, like a pilgrimage.

The front... is right in front...

He suddenly stiffly raised his left hand, raised his tail finger, pinched the lower knuckles of his middle finger with his thumb, and put a pious and weird handprint on the heel of his chin.

He walked forward like a zombie, and in front of him, two figures in white robe turned around and waited quietly for him.

...

Pei Ye knew nothing about what happened outside. In the deepest part of his consciousness, he was still having that beautiful dream, or in the martial arts hall, and the teenagers of the same age around him were still shouting and fighting.

But suddenly a terrifying roar sounded, and bloody storm came to my face, and the floor and walls of the martial arts hall were all broken. The shadows were cast, as if it was suddenly at night. Pei Yi raised his head in horror, and a bloody mouth that came from somewhere covered them all, and his huge sharp teeth were thicker than the pillars.

Seeing that the huge mouth was about to close, at the critical moment, a black dragon appeared under his crotch, took him away from the big mouth and flew into Yuntian.

Pei Ye lowered his head in surprise. In the dream where everything was abstract and blurry, this dragon appeared in a tiny bit, as if it was from another world.

The huge body brings a solid feeling of bearing, the palm is cold, hard and smooth, and the scales are like pitch-black glass, with long manes floating between the neck, and countless tough and soft filaments brushing Pei Ye’s face.

‘If you pull out one, it should be an excellent bowstring.’ Pei Ye had no idea.

"It's chasing behind." The Chi suddenly said.

"What?" Pei Ye was confused.

"Look back."

Pei Ye looked back and couldn't help screaming. The bloody mouth was almost pressed against his face, and the black dragon's tail had reached his throat.

"Can you stop it?" said the black dragon.

I?!

Am I?!

Pei Ye looked down at himself. He did not have a sword in his hand, and there was no magic armor filled with precious light.

He even wore only a pair of shorts.

Today's dream is so outrageous.

"Think of a way." The Chi Dao.

Think of a way? What can I think of? What can I think of?

Pei Ye looked at himself with empty hands, then looked back at his bloody mouth that was getting closer and closer. He hesitated and reached out to grab the long mane between the black dragon's neck, and tentatively said: "Go!"

“…”

“…”

"I have tried my best, and now it is your battlefield." The Chi still spoke calmly, "One prospers and ones prosper, ones lose ones. I'll help you, and then you help me, can you?"

"……Can."

"Okay, then I will help you with this 'God's favor' this night. At the same time, the [Qila Head] fruit will be open to you for twelve hours. It can fight against the 'Immortal Lord'. You have to find a way to use it - the rest depends on yourself."

"What quail head?" Pei Ye listened blankly, and these two characters actually appeared in his mind, "Where should I find a way to use it?"

The black dragon seems to answer, but it is not answered: "The law of fate."

As this sentence came to an end, the dream shattered.

Pei Ye woke up and was stunned.

When I closed my eyes, I was in the warm quilt, but when I opened my eyes, I was beaten fiercely by heavy rain in a thick darkness.

At the first moment, he thought it was rain that collapsed the house and wanted to jump up and make up for it immediately. At the second moment, he realized that he was standing, so at the third moment, he suspected that he was still dreaming.

After finally accepting the impact of this memory fault, Pei Yi finally realized what was going on.

He may have been sleepwalking.

But... have these two men around you also sleepwalking?

Two white-robed men were holding blue candles and walking on Pei Ye left and right. The flame was not affected by the wind and rain at all, and it burned quietly and slowly, as if in another time and space.
Chapter completed!