Chapter 14: Dreams in Dreams, Poems in Dreams ()

"Who are you?"

When Li Guo woke up, she found that she was not wading on the sofa in the room, but sat leisurely on the top of a mountain and looked around from his perspective. Apart from a few crooked pine trees, there was only a vast sea of ​​clouds and a man standing with his hands facing away from him.

The clothes this man wore were quite strange, but they were still acceptable, and he had a strange temperament. This temperament was revealed in the slightest from his back.

It was like a fusion of Ning Caichen and Lu Zhishen. The vigorous grass was filled with a strong and untouched smell of books, and when he stood there, a sense of arrogance soared into the sky.

"Who are you?" Li Guo asked again with a heavier tone: "Why am I here? What a broken place."

Li Guo is very nervous now, even more nervous than when Mochou appeared. After all, Mochou is also a girl, and a beautiful girl. A man’s nature is to be particularly tolerant of beautiful girls, and there is nothing wrong with it.

But now standing in front of Li Guo is a man who looks at least 1.85 meters tall. Don’t worry about how much he is, the hands he carried behind him are too many basketballs. Li Guo absolutely has no confidence to defeat this man. It is 100% feasible to die together, but will he also pay his life?

Sure enough, when Li Guo asked the second question, the man slowly turned his head, his face was pale and had no beard. He was about fifty or sixty years old, with a pine and cypress face, and his eyebrows were filled with melancholy and indifferent. It was very contradictory, but it was extremely harmonious.

"It's been one thousand and two hundred years, twenty years." The man walked to Li Guo's side, bent down and looked at Li Guo with clear eyes: "I'm still a handsome talent, okay Mo Chou?"

Li Guo frowned. He swore that he had never seen this man before, but he called Mo Chou's name. Except for the few people in Lijia Village, the little loli and Li Mingxue, Mo Chou did not know her existence. But this man seemed to be particularly familiar with Mo Chou and Li Guo.

So a subconscious inspiration flashed in Li Guo's mind: "Are you Li Bai?"

The man smiled indifferently: "Li Bai has been dead for more than a thousand years, and I am just the soul of a book."

"Soul of Book?" Li Guo looked at the gray sky with her eyes: "How can books have souls?"

"Don't you often say that knowledge is power? Knowledge is power, said Bacon." The man who claimed to be a book soul suddenly spoke an English sentence, and then he sat down in the air, as if there was a rocking chair under his butt: "Since it is energy, there will naturally be souls, which conforms to the law of conservation of energy."

Li Guo was confused at that time. This guy looked like he was wearing a costume, but his mouth was full of modern philosophy and modern physics. This made Li Guo, a person who still doesn't understand what energy conservation is, really embarrassing.

"Well... it seems that my mission is still long." Shuhun touched his chin: "Let me tell you that, there is no creature in the world that lives longer than a tree. Paper is made of trees. Then there are dozens, hundreds, thousands or even tens of thousands of years of essence of the sun and the moon in this paper."

"What are you doing?" Li Guo was almost broken by this guy. What he was eager to know now was why he came to this broken place, rather than listening to a person who claimed to be a soul to popularize science and literacy for him.

"Young people today are too eager for quick success and instant benefits, listen to me slowly." Shuhun tilted his head and looked at Li Guo: "Do you want Biluochun or Longjing?"

Li Guo paused and said angrily: "Give me a bottle of iced black tea."

Shuhun snapped his fingers, and a cup of strong tea that was steaming and a bottle of tender yellow Master Kong iced black tea appeared in front of Li Guo out of thin air.

The soul of the book took the tea and took a sip: "This word is the essence of wisdom. Every bit and a vertical line is transformed by the essence. And the articles gathered by the essence give this book a magical one."

"The sun and the moon, the essence of the words plus the spirit of this article." Shuhun drank Xiaocha and sighed with satisfaction: "The essence, energy, will there be soul?"

Li Guo smiled, but he didn't expect that this guy could really make sense of this unnatural phenomenon. Just for this point, Li Guo decided to patiently listen to what this guy was selling.

"From now on, you have to call me teacher." Shuhun coughed, and his strange costume turned into a rubber bag of gray Zhongshan suit from top to bottom: "I will teach you everything you want to know."

Li Guo stared at Shuhun with wide eyes: "It's okay to become an immortal? An immortal like Mochou."

"What is an immortal? The Three Emperors and Five Emperors? Nuwa Pangu? The Three Pure Three Buddhas? Or Jesus Christ?" Shuhun leaned gently on the invisible recliner: "For thousands of years, tens of thousands of people have deludedly become immortals. But they don't understand what an immortal is."

Li Guo was silent for a while and asked solemnly: "What is an immortal?"

"I don't know either. I know the theory of relativity, the gravity, and the Stockholm syndrome, but I don't know what immortals are." After Shuhun finished speaking, Baba hummed a small song and looked at Li Guo proudly, obviously waiting for him to ask questions.

Li Guo didn't mention it this time. Isn't it just a Stockholm syndrome? When Li Guo reads novels, he often sees hostage syndrome, simply put, "people can be domesticated." This is a disease.

Seeing that Li Guo hadn't spoken for a long time, he looked at him as if he was a villain. Uncle Shuhun exclaimed and continued, "You can't absorb it even if you say too much."

"No... I can't absorb anything you said?" Li Guo didn't hear anything from his words at all, so he asked in a hurry: "Then tell me why is this?"

"What are you asking so many questions? Do you hate it?" Shuhun frowned and seemed very impatient: "I'll ask you, do you want to fight the sword? Do you want to be awesome?"

"think!"

Although Li Guo was so angry that she began to despise this silly uncle in her heart. She would have finished saying this long ago. She had to tell me something about "Stockholm syndrome". This is a big difference from the pseudo-bourgeois who began to discuss Tsangyang Gyatso's theme song after listening to the theme song of If You Are the One 2.

No wonder everyone says that intellectuals are the most unhappy. Li Guo likes this simple, crude and direct way. If a ghost wants to become an immortal, what we want is to become awesome.

"Since you want, then come here." Uncle Shuhun stomped his small square foot and walked to the edge of the cliff, looking back at Li Guo: "The world is full of fragments, and the five colors of the soul are gathered."

Li Guo walked to the edge of the cliff in a daze, and looked down, but there was still a vast sea of ​​clouds, without even a sign, making people feel like standing on an isolated island and looking at the sea.

But just as he was about to ask a question, Uncle Shuhun suddenly took action, carried Li Guo's back collar and threw him down: "Let's talk about it after all."

Anyone who has done a roller coaster knows that sudden weight loss will make people's blood pressure suddenly rise and their heart beat violently. If a timid person has his heart stopped suddenly for a second or two. Li Guo is no exception. After being thrown from the cliff, he immediately screamed loudly.

His throat made him sit up from the sofa with a clear mind and a cold sweat behind him. When he saw Mo Chou looking at the remote control on the girl Xiaoxin's hand, he realized that he was dreaming.

Thinking of the strange and insignificant things in the dream just now, Li Guo felt like a slurry in her mind. She picked up the strange full Tang poem that was originally placed under her head, and began to churn carefully.

"My grandpa, she doesn't allow Mochou to watch the tricks in the box." After seeing Li Guo sit up, Mochou stood beside Li Guo with grievances on his face and complained to Xiaoxin's slander: "Such a bad girl needs training."

Just as Li Guo was about to speak, Xiaoxin girl rushed to Li Guo and looked at Mo Chou with a cold brow, but she said in a delicate voice: "Dad, this witch was going to eat Xinxin just now."

"Don't make trouble..." Li Guo was dizzy when he was just recovering from his senses: "How long have I been sleeping?"

"My husband took less than half a stick of incense." Mo Chou calculated by his fingers: "I hope to add another cup of tea... Mo Chou doesn't remember it very much."

Xiao Xinxin smiled with a victorious smile, raised her delicate little arm, revealing a shiny electronic watch on it: "Dad, it's almost twelve o'clock now, you've been sleeping for twenty-five minutes."

Li Guo patted Xiaoxin's head, praised her for a few words, and then couldn't wait to stuff the strange book in her hand into Mochou's arms.

"Mochou, there is an old senior living here..." Although Li Guo was reluctant to accept this reality, no matter what atheism is talking about now, it is shit. Mochou, a girl who can fly and control swords, is poking in this place alive.

Mo Chou, who had been staring at Xiaoxin's watch with envious eyes, slowly turned around after hearing Li Guo's words, and in the process of turning back, he also secretly glanced at Xiaoxin's little wrist from time to time.

"Stop looking, I'll buy one for you in the afternoon." Li Guo twisted the bangs on Nian Mochou's forehead with her hands, and laughed and joked with Mochou: "What's going on? He still knows you."

But I couldn't help but speak. Xiaoxin girl burst into tears with a wow sound, and she cried while crying: "Dad, I don't want me if I have a little fairy..."|

The crying directly attracted Li Mingxue from the kitchen. When she saw Xiaoxin girl howling, she picked up Li Guo's ear and started to curse: "You little bastard, what are you doing?"

Li Guo looked at Li Mingxue with a bitter face: "Aunt... can I solve the matter?"

When Xiaoxin heard that it was a serious matter, she stopped crying. She looked at Li Guo up and down, took out the TV remote control from her pocket, and threw a charming look at Li Guo: "I will cry when you finish your business."

Li Mingxue was stunned and stood there. After staring at the careful girl who was watching the cartoon for a while, she bent down and leaned into Li Guo's ear and said, "Are you sure this little guy is only four years old?"

Li Guo nodded violently: "It's like a fake one to change."

"Human spirit..." Li Mingxue was amazed and walked back to the kitchen with a spatula.

After a little quieter, Li Guo led Mo Chou to the second floor of the duplex building, in the room that Li Mingxue left for Li Guo.

"Mr.... If you force yourself, Mochou will not be able to rely on it." The little sword fairy grabbed the mouth of his collar tightly and looked at Li Guo like a little rat: "If you break the effort, Mochou will not only waste all his previous efforts, but also have no way to protect his husband."

Li Guo was worried and didn't hear the soft and soft girl talking to a mosquito. She just walked to Mo Chou's side and sat down.

"Mochou..." Li Guo pinched Mochou's soft hand and frowned: "You said..."

Before Li Guo finished speaking, Mochou took a few deep breaths, as if he had made a great decision, and went to the snow-white bed sheet, his eyes closed tightly, and he gasped and said to Li Guo: "Honey, if you really want to, then come on. At worst, Mochou doesn't want this skill."

And after this generous sentence of going to justice, he said shyly: "It's just that you must be loyal to your official duties... and do not worry about your compassion."

This made Li Guo stunned. Looking at Mo Chou's appearance, his nose bleeding almost burst out. He patted his face and muttered to himself, "I look so dissatisfied?"

"Huh?" Mo Chou, who was lying on the bed, was startled and reacted instantly. He rubbed his mouth and sat up from the bed, blushing into a purple eggplant: "Feedle...Feedle...Feedle..."

Li Guo laughed and twisted Mochou's face: "Don't look, if I really do something to you, my aunt, my father and my mother must have a group skinning competition."

Mochou knew that everything was wrong, and he was almost at the navel with his head down, so he didn't dare to look at Li Guo directly.

Li Guo sat next to her and said carefully what happened in her dream. During the whole process, Mo Chou just responded with um, ahhhhh, and didn't say a word at all.

"This is how things look like." Li Guo saw Mo Chou's appearance and suddenly felt that she was so cute that she was so cute that she suddenly felt from her heart. She became jealous and hugged Mo Chou's slim waist and smiled like a pervert in the bus: "What's going on?"

Mochou was hugged by Li Guo's waist, his heartbeat and breathing were very abnormal, and his muscles were also hard. He suddenly heard him say this, and then raised his shiny and moist eyes to look at Li Guo: "You... husband, what you said just now... can you say it again?"

Li Guo stuck out her tongue, took her hands off Mo Chou's waist, made a righteous expression, and said aside again.

This time Mochou was really listening. After pondering for a while, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the dark clouds that had gathered in the sky outside: "I am waiting for this school, unlike other people, with mental methods and tricks. Everything depends on personal enlightenment. If you understand, you will become a rising star. If you can't understand, you will stop like Mochou. Mochou can definitely not help her husband." Li Guo touched the cold sweat on his forehead and said to himself: "You are still called stopping. The sniper rifle is like a water-piercing gun in front of you. Even if I can avoid a Porsche with a seventy-digit yard, it will be a great success..."

Of course, although that was the case, he still wanted to know what the words "I'll say it again" that Uncle Shuhun said to him.

"It seems that I have to ask the middle-aged and elderly bourgeoisie." Li Guo lay on the bed and pulled Mochou to the bed: "Mochou, tell me what you looked like at that time."

Mochou wanted to sit up several times, but Li Guo pressed his shoulders without success. Although she could easily break Li Guo's arm, it was obvious that Mochou didn't think about that at all.

So she could only tremble in her voice and describe to Li Guo what kind of scenery the Tang Dynasty in Chang'an was like. Until Xiaoxin's girl pushed the door and asked them to go down to have a meal.

"Dad! You're too much, you actually went to bed with this woman on Xinxin's back!" The girl with her waist was filled with an inexplicable sourness and anger on her face: "I'll go and tell my aunt!"

Li Guo rubbed her temples and pinched Xiaoxin's ears: "Where did you hear these words?"

"What the TV series says is that by grasping a man's heart, you must first go to bed with him, and then cook for him to eat." Xiaoxin girl innocently betrayed all kinds of romance films: "Your heart has been caught by the witch..."

Li Guo sighed and patted Xiaoxin's head: "From today, you will go to the children's channel for me every day!"
Chapter completed!