Mengzi, the master of Wudang, was trapped in a dream and couldn't wake up. After waking up from the dream, he left a motto: "Before you die from the dream, what are you thinking about?"

After he left these words, he passed away.

This sentence means that when you have your last dream before you die, whatever you are thinking about will be what you dream about.

Murong Haoyue also felt that he had had a very long and very short dream: in the dream, he was still a young man, surrounded by continuous singing, his junior brother was practicing his sword in front of him, and his master was scolding the naughty second son in the corner.

Junior brother, the reason is that the second junior brother took Master's whisk to play with again.

Everything looks like a teenager.

On the other side of the mountain stream, there is an extremely elegant building, which is so elegant that it seems out of place with the quiet surrounding environment. And the singing is coming from there.

"The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine again?"

The young man put down the sword in his hand, came to the door of the building, raised his head and looked around. The antique plaque had the word "Xueyue" written on it. Out of curiosity, the young man pushed open the door of the building, only to see a man holding an arm.

The woman playing the pipa sat alone on the singing stage.

The woman played the pipa in her hand, and the music was sometimes like the hazy moonlight, sometimes like the majestic force of an iron horse, and sometimes like the resentment of a wanderer traveling far away.

As if she noticed the young man walking in, the woman put down her pipa and opened the bead curtain.

Behind the woman is a painting of a gurgling river with the bright moon resting on the river.

"What is this river called?" the boy asked.

"Qin Huai." The woman replied softly.

"Qinhuai? Oh, I've heard of it. Smoke cages, cold water, moon cages sand, and you can park in Qinhuai at night near a restaurant." The young man hesitated for a moment, but still didn't read out the second half of the poem, "It's a very beautiful river."

The woman shook her head, "No, not only have you heard of it, you have also been here."

The young man was confused: "Have I been here before? I'm a Taoist priest, why would I go to a place like that where romance is constant?"

The woman covered her mouth and said, "Taoist priests really shouldn't come here, but you came anyway, and you even met a girl."

The boy couldn't believe it, "Meet a girl?"

"Yes, the girl who made you enter the troubled world and did stupid things for her."

The young man was confused, "How do you know?"

The woman didn't intend to tease him anymore and said with a smile: "Because, I am that girl."

The young man wanted to blame her for teasing him, a simple and honest Taoist priest, but found that he could no longer speak and could only watch the woman smiling at him.

Somehow, the young man also smiled.

The woman suddenly stretched out her hand towards the boy.

The hand was changing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the string marks gradually became more obvious, but the posture remained unchanged from the beginning to the end.

The young man hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand.

At the moment of contact, the woman's fingertips were filled with blood.

…

In the Star Binding Formation.

Yinyin Sanren asked: "Master Nephew Xiao? What are you?"

"Of course I have some private matters that I need to discuss with my uncle."

"What's the matter?"

Xiao Haochen smiled, "Of course it's about the "Tianji Qing Music"."

Yinyin Sanren's expression darkened, "No progress has been made. The old Taoist has been secretly searching in Jinling for the past five months, but he didn't expect that the boy from the Yan family had already taken advantage of him."

Xiao Haochen said regretfully: "I wanted to read the music score from my uncle when I came down the mountain this time. It's a shame."

A fierce light flashed in Yin Yin Sanren's eyes, "However, as long as we find the Yan family boy, the music score will belong to our Wudang."

Xiao Haochen shook his head, "Since the deal is done, there's no need to mention it again. What I'm talking to you about is mainly another private matter."

Yinyin Sanren looked at Xiao Haochen doubtfully.

"Yin Yin." Xiao Haochen said in a sharp tone, "Did you just want to kill my senior brother?"

The sudden change of Xiao Haochen's title made Yinyin Sanren unexpected, but he quickly recovered and asked, "So what?"

"The private matter just now was a small matter, but this private matter is a big one." Xiao Haochen raised his eyebrows, "You should know that if members of the Wudang sect kill each other and kill each other, the heinous crime of Wudang must be eradicated, right?"

Yinyin Sanren frowned, "Of course I know. But it was Murong who wanted to kill me first indiscriminately."

Xiao Haochen shook his head, "My senior brother will not be punished."

Yinyin Sanren was confused: "Why?"

"Because of your willfulness." Xiao Haochen tilted his head, "Anyway, I am the leader and I have the final say."

Yin Yin Sanren was startled and shouted angrily: "I have told my senior brother a long time ago that you are embarrassing Da Yong, and you should not be allowed to inherit the position of head!"

"Stop yelling, Master doesn't want to see you either." Xiao Haochen raised his finger in a falling gesture.

Yinyin Sanren sneered: "You want to kill me?"

"Yes, I want to clean up the family for Wudang, but unfortunately I can't stop it." Xiao Haochen said calmly: "To be honest, I have also been poisoned and my internal strength is almost gone. This gesture of mine is to take back the Star Binding Formation."

"But, there will be people outside to stop you."

While talking and laughing, the star-binding formation turned into dots of floating ink and was slowly dispersing.

…

"Ah Yue, Ah Yue." There was a call that was ethereal and ethereal, as if it was coming from a dream, but also seemed to be very close at hand.

Murong Haoyue opened her eyes, and what came into her eyes was that peerless face. Dressed in a wedding dress, she was so beautiful that it was beyond words.

Su Nansheng smiled, with a warm and gentle smile, "You're awake."

"A Nan." Murong Haoyue subconsciously called out, but found that he had said it strangely.

Su Nansheng saw the confusion in his eyes clearly, "Don't worry, I have found an antidote for you, you don't have to worry."

"You...why are you here?" Murong Haoyue stuttered.

Su Nansheng blushed a little, "What do you think?"

"When the bride enters the palace, she should be getting married." Murong Haoyue sighed.

Su Nansheng nodded.

Murong Haoyue looked around, "Why didn't he come?"

"Of course not." Su Nansheng corrected his face and made him look at her, "Because I want to marry you."

After saying that, he smiled happily.

Since coming to Jinling this time, Murong Haoyue saw Su Nansheng smiling like this for the first time, just like she did five years ago. He felt warm in his heart and smiled dully unconsciously.

But he quickly stopped smiling and suddenly said: "But before that, let me take care of one thing first."

Seeing Murong Haoyue's serious but unable to calm down his mouth, Su Nansheng felt funny and nodded.

The floating ink flowed freely in the high hall, and the figures of two people appeared in the ink wisps.

"Brother, I'll leave it to you. Junior brother, I'll take a break first." Xiao Haochen waved his hand towards Murong Haoyue, and after saying that, he found a safe place and fell down.

Yinyin Sanren hurriedly pushed aside the floating ink in front of him, only to see Murong Haoyue standing there lively. He waved his hand gently, and the Red Dust Sword Box also floated up and fell into his hand.
Chapter completed!