Dream 46
Qiu Qiu knew she was dreaming.
In her dream, she was floating lightly, without a body, only with consciousness.
She has never been to this place before, but the people in her dreams always know which direction to go.
As if she had been there countless times before, Qiuqiu walked across the stone bridge and continued on her way.
In front of me is a riverbank, and on the other side of the river are distant mountains shrouded in mist. Snowflakes are swirling around, and on the river, a small boat stands alone, its reed awning buried under half a meter of snow.
In front of her was a woman holding an umbrella and wearing a red cloak, with one hand still carrying a lunchbox. Autumn followed behind her, passing through a vast stone platform, turning a corner, and in front of them were three small thatched cottages.
Living in a place surrounded by mountains and water is truly wonderful. Every morning when I open the window, I can see such beautiful scenery.
Of course, this is just a scene in a dream, and there may not be such a good place like a utopia in reality.
The woman in a red cloak gathered up her umbrella outside the door and called out softly: "Young Master, I've brought some medicine soup."
When she turned around, Qiū Qiū saw her face.
This is a very delicate-looking girl, elegant and light in her movements, no matter from which angle you look at her, she makes people feel pleasant to the eyes.
Qiu Qiu still hasn't realized at this moment that this dream is vastly different from those of the past.
People in dreams always find it hard to see clearly the appearance of people in their dreams, beauty or ugliness are just vague impressions.
She pushed open the door and walked in.
The furnishings in the house were surprisingly simple, just like all the places where cultivators lived, without a hint of worldly atmosphere. This was still good, with a few books on the bookshelf and two porcelain bottles, and a painting hung on the wall. Some cultivators' houses only had a rush cushion, not even a teacup or teapot for drinking water, as if they were afraid that people would not know that they had already transcended the lowly desires of eating, drinking, and defecating.
The person sitting in the house is not very old. Of course, no one calls him Young Master for nothing. Since there's a "young" character, it can't be an old man with white hair and a long beard.
From the back, he looked like an eleven or twelve year old. He sat there without standing up or turning his head around.
The girl who walked in put down the basket, took out a crystal clear jade bowl, and inside was more than half a bowl of brown medicinal soup. There was no lid on the bowl, and she carried it all the way over without spilling a single drop. The world of Xiuzhen is really unscientific.
She held the bowl with both hands, took two steps forward, and knelt down: "Please take your medicine, young master."
That person reached out to pick up the medicine bowl, and after a moment of distraction, he finally brought the medicine to his mouth and drank it all in one gulp. From Qiuqiu's angle, only his back could be seen, hmm, his hair was very black, and even just looking at his back, he looked very handsome and slender. The hand holding the bowl was as white as the bowl itself, making it look particularly long and slender.
Qiu Qiu wanted to sneak a peek at his front to see what he looked like, she felt very curious - this curiosity might also be accompanied by other factors.
But unlike just now, when she followed the girl in, everything went smoothly without any obstacles. Now that she wants to move, however, she feels powerless, as if something in this room is suppressing her, preventing her from doing what she wants.
The girl picked up the bowl and carried the basket out with a light hand.
Qiu Qiu watched as she raised her umbrella again and left in a flurry of snow, just like when she arrived.
But Qiuqiu couldn't move and had no way of going out with her.
Outside, heavy snow was falling, but this person didn't move at all, seemingly entranced by the snowy scene outside.
Autumn was getting bored just waiting like this, she tried to make a sound, but her efforts were in vain. She wanted to move, and at that moment, the person suddenly turned his head and looked over here.
Qiu Qiu was greatly shocked, and before she saw the man's face, she woke up from her dream.
I broke out in a cold sweat all over my body.
Qiu Qiu was panting rapidly.
She also clearly remembered the scene in her dream, so real that even the smallest details were very clear. The girl who delivered medicine, the cloak she wore, the bowl that held the medicine, and the hand that received the bowl.
Unfortunately, she didn't see what he looked like.
Qiu Qiu couldn't quite put her finger on why she was so curious about that person. Even vaguely, she felt like she might know that person.
After waking up from her dream, she found herself still locked in that stone room, with the chain still tied to her body.
But... something is different now.
Qiu took a deep breath and came to a conclusion that both shocked and delighted her.
She actually broke through the ninth heavy heart method while she was unconscious and officially built her foundation!
It's not particularly unexpected, after all, she had already reached this point, if it weren't for those people suddenly appearing and binding her to interrogate her, she would have definitely started closing the door.
It was just unexpected that this breakthrough occurred when she fell into a coma and quietly passed through this hurdle.
Qiu Qiu couldn't help but smile wryly as he looked around the stone room beside him.
This place was originally a place for imprisonment, and of course no one came to disturb her. But thinking back, it's not that she wasn't afraid afterwards. In her daze, her powers were beyond her control, everything relied on her body's instincts, if there was even the slightest mistake, she could have fallen into madness. Not only would all her previous efforts be wasted, but she might not even be able to save her own life. There weren't any examples of this in the sect, where disciples had gone awry during their closed-door training and ended up like vegetables, never waking up again.
If someone had disturbed her when she was unconscious just now, the consequences would also be unpredictable.
Qiu Qiu felt both relieved and terrified at the same time.
It's really too risky.
She calmed down and began to examine her own condition.
The changes brought by the foundation were earth-shattering, not only did the meridians and dantian undergo a transformation, but Qiuqiu also discovered that her body shape had changed. She finally grew up a bit, her physical age matching her actual age, and the broken arm was fortunate to have been restored to its original state.
But the chain tied to her also changed with her body shape, and Qiuqiu's efforts were in vain after struggling for half a day, finding herself still unable to deal with this chain.
How long has she been locked up here? It's dark in here and can't see the daylight, Qiuqiu had fainted before, there is no concept of time at all.
Nowadays her situation - Qiuqiu doesn't need to think much to understand, but those people might not even bother with her and forget about her here.
What's going on here!
Qiu Qiu suppressed her urge to scold someone.
Here, she is alone, and even if she scolds, there's no one to listen.
Who knows when people outside will remember her and take her out of here?
Qiu Qiu didn't do much wrong in this matter, but anyone can tell that others might take their anger out on her because of it.
Cultivators are still human and do not represent that they have no seven emotions and six desires. The sect has mixed in with demons, so many disciples have died, and this demon was brought up by the people of Lianhua Peak when they went down the mountain.
Needless to say, others will definitely have their own thoughts and actions about Lianhua Peak. As for the people of Lianhua Peak, even if they don't take out their anger on her because she's involved in this matter, they won't give her a good face either.
