Wei Yuan looked at the heavenly maiden in astonishment and repeated the girl's words:

"Asleep now? Here?"

The heavenly maiden nodded and said, "If it is a spell or curse that has been cast, then falling asleep now might allow you to perceive some clues, and then you can confirm where this dream comes from and whether it is related to Shan Jun."

Since the girl said so, Wei Yuan had no choice but to lie down on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling. The sofa couldn't accommodate his entire body, so his legs hung down, dressed in a long skirt and shirt. The modernly dressed heavenly maiden sat on a wicker chair, only half a meter away from him.

The girl lowered her head and flipped through the book on her lap.

Flowers surrounded them, and the sound of fingers gliding over paper filled the air.

Steam rose from the spout of the teapot.

Woo woo—

It felt a bit like when he was at his grandmother's house as a child.

Wei Yuan gradually calmed down in his heart and fell asleep in a daze.

............

In the dream, his vision was still filled with a hazy sky and earth. The Taoist temple was enveloped in an indistinguishable mist. Wei Yuan stood inside the temple, which was always spacious and tall, giving off a gloomy atmosphere. The stone statues were covered in golden-red cloth and sat high above, overlooking him with a slightly surprised smile.

Perhaps it didn't expect that this person would come back after breaking free from the dream.

Wei Yuan noticed that this time he seemed to be closer to the statue.

With a low roar of a fierce tiger, the entire temple transformed into a ferocious tiger's head, ready to bite fiercely. Wei Yuan raised his hand, and his familiar Eight-Faced Han Sword appeared. He swung it with all his might, but looking at his sword, which was not much bigger than the tiger's fangs, he felt disheartened.

But at this moment, Wei Yuan heard a faint and delicate sound.

It was the sound of fingers gliding over paper.

In an instant, the dream froze. The ferocious giant tiger, its cold teeth, all seemed to lose their color. The whole world turned gray, and Wei Yuan looked around with a bewildered expression. Then he saw the heavenly maiden, holding a book, appearing in his dream.

The heavenly maiden walked to Wei Yuan's side, looking at this real dream, she reached out and swept it away. The dream instantly turned into ashes, leaving only an ink-colored talisman with blood-like patterns. After the talisman was taken out, the dream shattered.

Wei Yuan slowly opened his eyes and saw the ceiling of the flower shop.

The water in the teapot had just boiled.

The heavenly maiden held up a talisman in her hand. The talisman seemed to be a living creature, constantly struggling to fly out, but no matter what, it couldn't break free from the girl's grasp. Eventually, it lost its power and disappeared.

She looked at Wei Yuan and said, "It's Bo Qi."

"There are still remnants of such a powerful monster in this era."

Wei Yuan asked in confusion, "Bo Qi?"

The heavenly maiden thought for a moment and said:

"Bo Qi feeds on dreams."

"In the winter of the Qin and Han dynasties, there were often grand exorcism ceremonies, and among them, children sang the Twelve Zodiac Beasts Eating Ghosts song. Bo Qi was responsible for devouring dreams. Since it is a powerful monster that feeds on dreams, it is reasonable for it to manipulate dreams and create illusions."

"When did you become mortal enemies with Bo Qi and let it leave a mark on you?"

Wei Yuan was about to shake his head but remembered the painting scroll of Shan Jun, where there was another maid holding a lamp under his seat. His expression froze as he told the heavenly maiden about this, and the girl pondered for a moment before saying:

"If that's the case, it is very likely that Bo Qi is an entire race of monsters that were once subdued by humans to devour evil spirits in dreams. Shan Jun was appointed during the reign of Emperor Wu of Han, so it is normal for Bo Qi to be one of Shan Jun's subordinates."

"Perhaps it is because she had a deep affection for the painting skin Jin Yu bird that you killed, so she wants to kill you through dreams. Or perhaps it was because you previously killed Shan Jun's physical body and unknowingly left behind a hidden danger. It was Shan Jun's intention to let you die in your dreams without realizing it."

Wei Yuan opened his mouth, once again realizing the meticulous methods of these ancient monsters. He smiled bitterly and said, "If I were devoured by that tiger in the dream..."

The heavenly maiden said, "Dreams are related to the soul. If you die repeatedly in dreams, it will cause the overflow of your three souls and seven spirits. Your soul will die while your physical body remains alive. Many ancient techniques in the pre-Qin period were aimed at the soul rather than the physical body because it is not easy to be traced and seek revenge."

"I have already removed this mark, but I'm afraid you have already been targeted."

"If Shan Jun enters the world, she will probably directly come looking for you. In addition, manipulating dreams artificially is a two-way spell. Bo Qi has just broken free from its seal, so its cultivation should not have recovered much. The Taoist temple you saw may represent where Shan Jun and Bo Qi are currently hiding."

"And it shouldn't be too far away."

It can be hard to make great work when its stolen from "pawread.com".

"Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to cast spells in dreams right now."

The heavenly maiden's voice was gentle and soothing as she explained all the things that Wei Yuan didn't know. The origin, reasons, and hidden dangers of this eerie dream were all explained clearly. Wei Yuan calmed down and raised the sword in his hand again. Another trace of blood appeared on the sword, and he curiously asked, "Then what about this sword..."

The heavenly maiden flicked her finger lightly on the sword and said:

"This sword must have slain many demons and monsters in a short period of time, right?"

Wei Yuan nodded and counted them one by one from his memory:

"Painting skin, Five Chaotic Ghost Generals, evil demonic cultivator, Ghost Domain Ghost King, and Shan Jun's original physical body. I have come this far relying on this sword."

A faint smile appeared on the heavenly maiden's face as she spoke in a light and gentle tone, "Then it's normal."

"There have been stories of famous swords having spiritual awareness and giving warnings. This sword has good material and craftsmanship. It has also slain these demons and monsters, absorbing their demonic aura and blood. It should have developed its own spirituality. The Inheritor of the Crouching Tiger Legacy should have the method of forging swords. You can try to reforge this sword.""During the pre-Qin period, various states were in conflict, and the chivalrous spirit was strong during the Qin and Han dynasties. Apart from the swordsmanship of dueling with each other, there was also the method of 'hitting the target from a distance with a sword'. Among them, Lu Goujian was the best, and the guest king Lei of Huainan during the Han Wu period was also among the best. You can try to practice."

"Also, it seems that your broken sword is a place where a yin spirit resides?"

Wei Yuan nodded, drew out the broken sword, and detailed the matter of the soul of the Qi family soldier. The celestial maiden seemed thoughtful and said, "Then you can transfer his soul to the soul-nurturing wood in your house. In this way, in future conflicts, if the broken sword is damaged, it won't hurt him."

Wei Yuan naturally nodded in agreement, and asked if this kind of magic was also in the Crouching Tiger heritage. The celestial maiden casually put down the scroll, got up and walked towards the museum, saying, "This is just a very simple spell. I once saw the prime minister of Ji Han, who was studying the art of soul continuation at that time. I was an observer, so I know a thing or two about this method. It's a piece of cake, let me help you solve it."

Wei Yuan curiously asked, "The prime minister of Ji Han, Zhuge Liang?"

"What kind of person was he?"

The celestial maiden thought for a moment and answered:

"When he was young, he liked to laugh a lot, and he was very calm when he laughed. Music, literature, chess, mechanical arts, Qimen Dunjia, celestial and earthly disasters, even farming, flower cultivation, cooking, pleasing his wife, there seemed to be nothing he couldn't do. He was known as a genius who, if he entered the path of immortality, might not be weaker than Zhang Daoling."

"But after the age of forty, he rarely laughed. I once saw him in Nanyang, listening to him sing with a few friends. But after a period of time in the mountains, when he returned to the world, he could no longer play the zither and sing as he used to."

"It seemed to be because a man named Liu Bei died."

The celestial maiden easily entrusted the soul of the Qi family soldier to the soul-nurturing wood, and then said:

"For us, the feelings between humans are sometimes not so easy to understand."

Wei Yuan nodded, sensing from the young girl in front of him a sense of heaviness from the years that was different from her appearance. Just like just now, she could easily see through the problems that were somewhat difficult for him to solve, and gave him guidance in his cultivation.

For him, the people or events in history were just symbols, but for the young girl, they were real people she had once met and said goodbye to.

At this time, the electrician Wei Yuan had booked in advance came on a small motorcycle.

Looking at the refrigerator, the electrician's calmness slowly disappeared.

He took a cigarette, looked at the refrigerator door that seemed to be challenging his career, his hand holding the cigarette trembled a bit. How much force would it take to accidentally chop such a crack with a kitchen knife? He looked at the elegant celestial maiden and Wei Yuan, who also looked normal. The electrician left a sentence, "Get a new one, it can't be fixed," took a puff of his cigarette, rode his motorcycle away, and thought about whether he should call the police on the way.

If this was domestic violence, and the two of them fought, wouldn't the young girl be too pitiful?

Wei Yuan glanced at the few dead ghosts who were eagerly looking at him:

"It can't be fixed."

Water Ghost slumped to the ground, his mouth wide open.

Wei Yuan sighed, "I'll go buy one."

So Water Ghost stood up again, full of energy.

The celestial maiden looked at the refrigerator and asked curiously, "What is this?"

Wei Yuan was taken aback, "Didn't the Heavenly Master's Mansion explain to you?"

Seeing the celestial maiden shake her head, Wei Yuan had to explain the use of the refrigerator, thought for a moment, and said:

"I'm going to the appliance market, Jue, do you want to come with me and take a look outside?"

The celestial maiden thought for a moment and nodded happily.

After some discussion, they decided to take the bus.

Because the celestial maiden seemed very curious about this modern carriage that could carry many people and wanted to try it herself.

While waiting for the bus, Wei Yuan couldn't help but whisper, "Jue, you know how to take the bus, right......"

The young girl naturally nodded calmly.

Wei Yuan was relieved.

He got on the bus first, turned around.

He saw the young girl stepping up the steps, pulling out a piece of broken silver from her sleeve, naturally stuffing it into the money collection area. The silver shone with the unique luster of precious metals, making the driver alert. Wei Yuan's eye twitched, almost instinctively raised his hand, swiped it, and grabbed the broken silver in his hand. Then he took out his bus card and swiped it, giving the impatient driver a dry laugh:

"I swiped for her."

Then he gave the celestial maiden a look and sat in the back of the bus.

After thinking about it, Wei Yuan let the celestial maiden sit by the window, and he sat next to her, opened his hand, looked at the heavy silver in his palm, and twitched the corner of his mouth.

It's real.

The young girl frowned, tilted her head, looked at Wei Yuan, and silently opened and closed her mouth:

"Did I do something wrong?"

"You have to pay to take the bus, that should be right."

Wei Yuan also opened his mouth silently, "You do have to pay, but, this thing can't be used to take the bus."

"Why?"

The bus slowly started, driving through the old town with a gentle slope. The light red petals of the elm plum fell with the wind, and the sunlight hit the celestial maiden's cheek. She looked at Wei Yuan curiously, seeming a bit confused and emphasized:

"How is silver not money?!"

Wei Yuan: "............"

PS: The daily life is really hard to write, table flip

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