manynovel Chapter 68 In a Dream
Chapter 68 In a Dream
Fang Yingyue in her dream.
This should be an island. There's a beach in sight, and you can faintly hear the sound of the tide, but I can't be sure because my view only goes up to the beach, and beyond that, it's just a hazy gray expanse.
Even though it's still daytime within sight, the beach isn't far away, and there's no fog on the sea, everything outside the beach is shrouded in a gray haze. This is a dream—as an observer, you can only see what the dreamer can see.
It must have just rained; the wind was damp and cold, the winding mountain path was muddy, and the bushes on both sides were covered with glistening raindrops.
The wildflowers were in full bloom, making the little girl skipping and hopping along in the middle look especially radiant.
However, the little girl was definitely not happy, because the reason she was jumping around was entirely to avoid the countless thorny branches that grew obliquely on both sides of the mountain path. And with each leap and bound came splashes of mud, so no matter how nimbly she ran, her trouser legs and back were still stained with black and yellow spots.
In the dream, Fang Yingyue was only eleven or twelve years old, wearing a dark floral butterfly dress. As she hopped and skipped, the skirt fluttered, and the two large butterflies embroidered on her sash moved with the wind, more eye-catching than real butterflies.
A large yellow dog followed behind, chasing after the two colorful butterflies. It was covered in mud and water, mixed with blood from wounds inflicted by thorns, but it didn't care at all. Every now and then, it would raise its head and bark, but only at the mosquitoes flying along the way.
Yes, there were so many flying mosquitoes. Cai Fei was not far behind Fang Yingyue and could clearly see countless tiny black dots flying around her. The buzzing sound could be clearly heard even from more than 20 meters away.
But the mosquitoes only flew around the girl, and Cai Fei didn't touch a single one as he walked forward.
Not only mosquitoes, but even the thorny branches that stretched across the ground disappeared without a trace after the girl passed by.
It seems this teacher was quite bothered when he was young. Was it the nagging of his teachers? The noise of those around him? Or some minor troubles on his cultivation path?
Having the innate destiny of the Mengji Beast, Cai Fei had naturally read books on dream interpretation and received guidance from Li Zhu. This was the first time in his life that he had entered someone else's dream. He followed cautiously while pondering the meanings represented by the various scenes in the dream.
A large dog usually represents a guardian, a boyfriend, a senior brother, or some kind of elder.
Hmm, it must be a peer she doesn't particularly like.
The country dog in front of her shook itself untimely, splashing mud and blood all over Fang Yingyue. Without hesitation, Fang Yingyue kicked it away, leading Cai Fei to the above conclusion.
As she was pondering, Fang Yingyue suddenly tripped and fell into a mud pit with a thud. The surrounding scenery changed drastically as countless thorns swarmed up and tightly entangled Fang Yingyue.
Fang Yingyue struggled desperately, unleashing protective talismans, fire talismans, and mountain-stabilizing talismans in quick succession, scorching the thorns around her to a charred black. However, the muddy swamp beneath her only grew larger with each struggle, and the thorns that wrapped around her grew thicker and thicker...
The big yellow dog paced anxiously around the mud pit, barking wildly at Fang Yingyue, but to no avail.
Should we go up and rescue them?
As Cai Fei hesitated, a long vine suddenly swung down from the cliff in front of him. Fang Yingyue grabbed it and looked up along the vine. There was a young man standing on the cliff. He had a handsome face and a slender figure. He was extraordinary in appearance and had a graceful posture. He held the other end of the vine and raised one arm slightly, as if beckoning Fang Yingyue to hold on tight.
Beside him was another middle-aged cultivator, also handsome, who was stroking his long beard and smiling as he looked at the girl in the mud.
Huh? What kind of plot is this?
A hero saves the damsel in distress?
If she gets rescued, things could get really bad. Fang Yingyue rarely has a dream, so I have to leave my mark on her dream.
Cai Fei quickly stepped forward, thinking that at least he could lend a hand and leave a role in this hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress drama.
But no matter how hard Fang Yingyue tried, she couldn't get a grip on the vine. Every time she tried, it broke. The bottom of the vine seemed to be made of paper.
Just as they were about to stand by the mud pit and get a closer look, the yellow dog suddenly pounced. Cai Fei kicked the dog into the mud pit, but Fang Yingyue didn't care. Her eyes were fixed on the life-saving vine.
At this moment, Cai Fei also saw clearly that the bottom of the vine was indeed a piece of paper with a divination question about array formations written on it.
Fang Yingyue's paper shattered as soon as she grabbed it, and the shattered paper reappeared. After several attempts, she understood the meaning. At this moment, she was working on the problem. With a swipe of her finger, a number appeared on the paper, but she failed to get it right several times in a row. Her hand still broke it into pieces.
Ugh, you're even studying divination problems in your dreams?
Cai Fei carefully examined the question, which was a combination problem consisting of three consecutive questions. After standing still for a moment, he had an idea. After organizing his thoughts, he suddenly spoke up: "Transform the number into a shape, place a right angle on the left, and an equilateral side on the right, and the result is 67."
Upon suddenly hearing this unfamiliar voice, Fang Yingyue turned around abruptly, and the dream instantly collapsed. Cai Fei's consciousness went black, and he was ejected from the dream. His consciousness was like someone swimming in deep water, and after a long period of suffocation, he finally returned to his own sea of consciousness.
"Huff! Huff! Huff!" Cai Fei couldn't help but sit up, panting heavily, his back covered in cold sweat.
Meanwhile, inside a stone cave within the Water Curtain Cave, Fang Yingyue also suddenly woke up, opened her eyes to look at the smooth cave wall, then closed them again, savoring the dream she had just had.
The cave was only about ten feet in diameter, containing nothing but a stone table and a stone bench. On the stone table were a dozen or so sheets of paper, covered with messy drafts. Only one sheet in the center was clean, with a question written on it, which was the question from the materials given by Peng Yulang.
After returning from Peng Yulang's place, Fang Yingyue devoted herself to the documents whenever she had free time. The mental strain of several days left her exhausted, and she finally lay down to sleep for a while.
However, Fang Yingyue wasn't thinking about this topic at the moment. She hadn't slept for a long time, and she hadn't dreamed for a long time either—or rather, she might have dreamed, but she would forget them as soon as she woke up. She hadn't had such a vivid dream after waking up in a very, very long time.
Seven years have passed, and dreams don't lie; it turns out I still can't forget him.
Fang Yingyue thought about it and found it unbelievable.
This "he" is naturally not Cai Fei, but the boy standing on the cliff in the dream, holding a vine in his hand—the top scholar of the previous Yaochi Mingsuan examination, the supreme genius of Wangwu Mountain, the number one cave in the world, Fan Chaoshi.
As for the middle-aged man, he was naturally Yang Qianguang, one of the Five Masters of Divination.
Amidst a quagmire and thorns, the two tossed over a vine with a divination question on it—did they need to rely on divination to escape their suffering and fly to a high cliff?
Looking back, it's true. My small sect on the island didn't have many members, but it was full of scheming, jealous, and envious people.
If you have good aptitude and obtain a little more cultivation resources, there will be all sorts of gossip behind your back. Some say you are flattering and fawning, some say you are seducing your senior brothers, some say you are selling your body... In the later stages, there are even all kinds of framing, some accuse you of stealing spirit stones, some falsely accuse you of stealing materials, and some even drug you, and so on.
Thanks to the sect leader's protection, despite the hardships along the way, her cultivation speed has always been far ahead of others. However, the sect leader's vision is very short-sighted, his eyes are only on this small island, and all he wants to do is keep her on the island to protect the people and raise the next generation. For this reason, he doesn't even let her see outsiders, for fear that this promising talent will be snatched away by some outsider.
If it weren't for that Yaochi Mingsuan Examination, I would most likely have never left the island. I would probably have a child by now, be a wife and mother, and spend my life working hard for the sect, living a life I could see the end of in the future.
He's still at the bottom, receiving the lowest salary in Heaven, working in a desolate place like Aolai, a million miles away from the person in his heart, and even dreaming about him makes him excited.
However, the road ahead is wide open. At least a scion of a prominent family like Peng Yulang is pursuing me. Through him, I can see more and further.
For example, Yang Qianguang, who used to seem like an unattainable figure, may now be able to establish a relationship with Peng Yulang through just one or two questions, thanks to Peng Yulang's mediation.
Fang Yingyue wallowed in self-pity for a while, but her thoughts quickly returned to Yang Qianguang and the three-link puzzle.
Then she got up, and then she remembered the face that had last appeared in her dream.
"Pah!" Why did that annoying Cai Fei appear in my dream, and why is he even trying to explain the law to me!
You scoundrel, who's the teacher here? Do I need you to teach me?