The afterglow of the setting sun enveloped the entire Zhaoshan Island, which was more like a fairyland in dreams than in reality. Meng Xu smiled when he opened his eyes, and was reluctant to get rid of the dream.

Slowly, the afterglow disappeared, and the mountains were gone. No matter how powerful the magic was, it could not keep the dream. The waves outside slammed the shore, the tent was dark and dull, and the cold reality declared victory mercilessly. Suddenly, Meng Xu remembered what he was going to do.

She walked out of the tent and saw in the morning light that many people on the island were busy. Everyone was about to leave. They were going to take the dragon boat to an unknown place. Xiaohao seemed to know something, but kept his mouth shut. Others did not take her thoughts too seriously. Most of the casual cultivators thought that the Holy Talisman Dynasty was the only choice, and the demon clan was more willing to defect to the Holy Mother of Wanzi or the unknown whereabouts of Fan Wang Jincuo.

Meng Xu walked straight to Yang Qingyin and performed the etiquette of Taoism to her. Although he had become a casual cultivator, their group of people still retained a lot of their past habits.

Yang Qingyin returned the gift. Two days ago, when Meng Xu chose to stay on the Demon Suppression Island, Yang Qingyin was a little surprised. She knew that Meng Xu was once a betrayer and not the kind of person who was willing to take risks.

"I want to say a few words to you." Meng Xu said.

Yang Qingyin nodded and followed Meng Xu to the side. The area of ​​the island was too small and it was necessary to use magic weapons to cover up.

"This is my last insight into the candle." Meng Xu said, and the candle floating beside him was less than three inches.

Yang Qingyin nodded. Mu Xingqiu did not pursue Meng Xu's betrayal back then, nor would she do it, but she did not have a good impression of this female casual cultivator after all.

"I never understood why Mu Xingqiu let me go."

"That happened a few years ago... and he didn't tell me anything." Yang Qingyin really didn't want to talk about this at this time. She also had her own troubles and was considering whether she really wanted to leave the Demon Suppression Island.

Meng Xu seemed not to hear the other party's perfunctory behavior and continued: "Zuo Liuying's actions yesterday gave me some inspiration."

"Well, he gives us all a revelation. Is there anything you have to do with me?" Yang Qingyin asked bluntly, hoping to end the conversation as soon as possible.

Meng Xu nodded firmly, "A mortals are mediocre, and they walk on a narrow road from birth to death. Every road, even if it looks like a wilderness, is actually the road that others have walked under the weeds. Taoist priests are not much better, and may be worse. We walk on the road arranged by Taoism, wide, flat, safe, and clear at a glance, no surprises or surprises."

Yang Qingyin still didn't understand what Meng Xu wanted to express, and said casually: "We are no longer Taoist priests."

"But I am still trying to be consistent with the Taoist dynasty. Mu Xingqiu did not pursue my betrayal back then. Perhaps I hope I can go out on another path, but unfortunately, I can't do it. The only reason I stayed on the Demon Suppression Island was that I was unwilling to make a choice."

Yang Qingyin became more and more confused as she listened. She turned her head and looked at the others and decided to listen to a few more words.

"Zuo Liuying is also trying to find another way, exhaling pills twice, re-practice twice, learning the method of casual cultivating, and even borrowing the method of demon clans and demon refining techniques. But the facts prove that he could not find a new way that could be compared with the Taoist sect. The casual cultivator is a casual cultivator. No matter how many strange methods are added to it, it cannot change the weakness of the casual cultivator."

"Zuo Liuying has helped many people, and we all owe him a kindness." Although Yang Qingyin never saw through Zuo Liuying, she still wanted to defend him. "Lan Jian may not be the best way. But this is the only feasible way."

Meng Xu did not object, "You are right, Zuo Liuying is a great Taoist priest. If anyone in this world can find a new way, he is the only one."

"What the hell do you want to say?" Yang Qingyin couldn't help it and asked impatiently.

"Zuo Liuying is looking for a new path."

Yang Qingyin said coldly: "Zuo Liuying is dead, is that what you call a new road?"

"I believe that Zuo Liuying is willing to die in order to find a new way, but this time it is not, he must have found something."

Yang Qingyin stared at Meng Xu blankly, as if she had seen a ghost.

Xiao Hao came over, reached out to put out the flame of the candle, and threw it back to Meng Xu, "It's all your own people, don't waste magic weapons, what are you talking about?"

"Meng Xu said some strange things, and she seemed to think that Zuo Liuying was not dead yet," said Yang Qingyin.

Xiao Hao stared at Meng Xu for a while, and suddenly laughed, laughing louder and louder, attracting everyone on the island. Yang Qingyin became more and more inexplicable, while Meng Xu frowned in dissatisfaction.

"Daotong has given you a dream?" Xiao Hao stopped laughing, still smiling on his face.

"Trust your dream? Uh... I did have a dream. I used to be a disciple of Zhaoshan, and it was normal to dream of Zhaoshan." Meng Xu was not as calm as when facing Yang Qingyin alone.

"Haha, I just said that your expression was not right. Actually, I was dreaming too. I went back to Luanjing Mountain to play for a while." Xiao Hao said.

Meng Xu was about to speak when a nearby wandering cultivator shouted in surprise: "What a coincidence, I seemed to dream of Xingshan last night."

Other casual cultivators said that they also dreamed of the Taoist tradition they had belonged to before. Some people remembered it clearly, while others only had a vague impression. If it weren't for someone else's mention it, they wouldn't even remember it.

Unlike Taoist priests, they can use thoughts to replace sleep. A total of twenty people slept for a while last night, but they all had similar dreams, which immediately became a bit weird.

The most surprising person was Meng Xu. He opened his mouth and looked around, and his eyes finally fell on Gan Zhiquan, "Did you really dream of Hongshan?"

"I dreamed that I hadn't been long, and I had forgotten almost the content." Gan Zhiquan said affirmatively.

Meng Xu was speechless and after a while, he turned to Xiaohao, "How did you know that I had a dream?"

"It is an old method of Taoism to arouse emotions in someone's heart by using the method of dreams. Have you never heard of it?" Xiao Hao widened his eyes, as if he was even more surprised than Meng Xu. In fact, dreams are a spell that is only available in the Lantern Festival of the Luanjing Mountain. She still remembers that others don't understand.

"Xiao Hao is right!" The bald man jumped up from the crowd. "We all dreamed of Fangfang in Yelin Town, but only Brother Xiaoqiu really dared to steal the bride... Why didn't the Taoist sect the dream to me this time? I am a disciple of Pangshan."

"I didn't dream either." Yang Qingyin didn't sleep last night. She needed to rest, but couldn't close her eyes. "What about you, Feifei, have you ever dreamed?"

Feifei blushed and shook his head quickly, "No, I am not a disciple of Taoism..."

In addition to Xiaohao, there were twenty-one people who had dreams, and only Meng Xu felt that she had gained enlightenment from the dream - now she didn't think so anymore.

"Look, you thought it was the Taoist tutor who chose you, but in fact it was you who chose you." This sentence had a bit of Zuo Liuying's style. Xiao Hao grinned with satisfaction and forgot everything he wanted to say after connecting it.

"But..." Meng Xu thought he had seen the truth, but was pushed deeper by Xiao Hao's words. "Wait, Tao Tong gave everyone a dream, which shows that Tao Tong really wanted to do with the help of us. You have dreamed but didn't care about it, only I took it seriously, so what I do now, what I think, still conforms to the intention of Tao Tong, that is to say--"

"It's not you who suspects that Zuo Liuying is not dead, but Taoism." The bald man rushed to say.

Yang Qingyin shook her head. She already understood what was going on. "Meng Xu also had the same suspicion. Tao Tong only found her by urging her dreams."

Everyone didn't care about Meng Xu's suspicion. Everyone had similar hopes in their hearts, but they didn't dare to express it clearly, fearing that they could not bear more disappointments, but the Taoist dream ignited hope.

"Why does Daotong suspect that Zuo Liuying is not dead?"

"So many masters in the Taoist dynasty, do you have to find the truth through one of us?"

The cultivators were more and more confused. Yang Qingyin did not dream. He stood from the perspective of the bystander and saw more clearly. He sighed softly, "The Taoist priests who had retired before were either devils or died. It is impossible for Taoist priests from other priests to come out. In that case, it would be meaningless to retreat. They could only send out some magic to prove Zuo Liuying's life and death through us, because the Taoist priests are very clear. Our thoughts are the same as those of the Taoist priests in this matter."

Everyone was silent, and even Meng Xu was hesitating whether he should accept the "task" issued by the Taoist sect in the form of dreams.

Xiao Hao suddenly stepped towards a lonely tent at the end of the Demon Suppression Island, and everyone else followed, and no one tried to stop her.

Standing at the door of the tent, Xiao Hao turned around and said to everyone, "Our enemy is not Tao Tong, and we don't have to compete with Tao Tong in everything, right?"

The casual cultivators nodded one after another. Yang Qingyin vaguely felt that it was inappropriate, but did not object. Xiao Hao's doubts and enthusiasm had been aroused, and it would not be automatically eliminated without doing anything.

Everything is under the prediction and control of the Taoist dynasty. This advantage not only comes from power and magic, but also long-lasting memory and profound wisdom. Yang Qingyin has no choice but to do anything, and even can't figure it out.

Only Zuo Liuying could make the Taoist troupe nervous. Thinking of this, Yang Qingyin also felt a little expectation in her heart.

Xiao Wei casts a spell to retract the entire tent.

Zuo Liuying's body was sitting inside, her eyes closed slightly and her face was expressionless, as if she was thinking about it. The flea was lying at his feet and his head rested on his front legs, like a dog that had lost his master. The tent disappeared without moving, but just looked up at Xiao Wei.

"How did Taoism guess?" Xiao Hao asked Meng Xu. She left the most memories in her dreams, so she should be the one who knows the ideas of Taoism the most.

Meng Xu thought for a while in a daze. The dream that was originally very dull gradually became complicated. Some memories that were ignored by her slowly emerged from the depths of her mind. "A voice told me in the dream, Zuo Liuying... and the Dragon Demon tried to open a gap in the demon-pulling cave yesterday, and I wonder if he succeeded..."

Several people reacted at the same time, and Xiaohao spoke first, "Zhibu Bang is really in the magic hole?"

Gan Zhiquan asked in wonder: "How come Daotong doesn't know the result?"

Yang Qingyin opened her eyes wide, "Are Zuo Liuying and Long Mo trying to rescue Mu Xingqiu? If they have succeeded, wouldn't Mu Xingqiu be nearby?"

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