Song Qingqiong sat in a yard with birds singing and flowers, basking in the afternoon sun, feeling quite comfortable. The tea cup in his hand suddenly shook for no reason, sprinkling a little tea, which scared him. He quickly lowered his head to check the cup, raised his head and suddenly appeared around him. The sunshine, flowers and birds disappeared, only endless darkness enveloped him. He quickly stood up and ran away, running desperately. The darkness behind him came at a very fast speed. He always felt the breath of a vicious dog behind him, as if chasing him.

He staggered and fell down. When he looked down, he saw that the ground had already turned into scorched earth, and large patches of cracks were tripped by the cracks. At this time, darkness had already hit, and the invisible evil dog dragged him in. Song Qingqiong screamed: "Ah!" The next moment, he woke up and found himself sitting on the bed in his room, covered in sweat, and outside the window, the sun slowly rose.

"What's going on?" Song Qingqiong couldn't help but ask. The cultivator had already stopped sleeping at night, so why did he fall asleep for no reason? And it was like this for three days in a row. He would have this dream every time he fell asleep. This was really strange.

Dreams are a very interesting thing. From ancient times, humans have almost never stopped their exploration of dreams. They have been exploring them in all dynasties. From the beginning of Zhou Gong’s dream interpretation to today, dreams have always represented people’s predictions of unknown destiny. An old saying goes: Dreams of body and energy are caused by touching the feeling in the body. This is the most basic understanding of dreams.

Song Qingqiong knew that this was definitely not a good omen, so he did not dare to delay and immediately rushed to Kunlun to "Qingqian" where herbs were planted in Kunlun fairyland. In addition to many flowers and plants, there was also an old man of a mysterious origin. People called him "Uncle Lin". No one could tell how long Uncle Lin had picked up these flowers and trees. I only remember that he was there when he went there when he was a child. Even his father, the dignified Kunlun leader, treated him very well. People all rumored that he was an expert who shocked the world. Some people said that he was an elder who failed to survive the tribulation and became a scattered immortal. This was a bit like the old golden head of the Yaowang Mansion family, and it gave people the feeling that it was unfathomable. Uncle Lin has been very nice to him since he was a good person. Song Qingqiong believed that he would definitely be able to help him.

He rushed to find the vegetarian food with a whip and walked directly through the dense flowers and trees. When he arrived at a small wooden house, he saw an old man's hunched back squatting on the side and trimming flowers and plants. Song Qingqiong hurriedly shouted: "Uncle Lin."

Uncle Lin turned his head, his face full of wrinkles, and his short body seemed to be blown down by the wind at any time. He wore a tattered old cotton jacket and wrapped his thin body tightly. Hearing Song Qingqiong's scream, Uncle Lin turned his head and said lightly: "Here I get a small hoe."

Song Qingqiong did not dare to be negligent, so he quickly found a small hoe from the house, squatted down and handed it over. Uncle Lin took it in his hand, fiddling with the flowers and plants in his hand, and said, "Your expression is very tired. Have you encountered something?"

Song Qingqiong nodded, so he told him the same dream thing that he had fallen asleep for the past few days, hoping that he could give himself an answer. After listening silently, Uncle Lin said nothing, but stood up, looked at the little flower he had just packed up with satisfaction, and said to himself with satisfaction: "Okay, how beautiful."

Then he slowly sat on the stone on the side, took out the tobacco pipe, lit it with a fire sickle, took a deep breath, spit out a large area of ​​smoke, and then asked slowly: "Boy, are you scared?"

"I..." Song Qingqiong was stunned for a moment, then shook her head decisively and rejected, "Not afraid."

"Like lies." Uncle Lin angrily rebuked, "empty words, clichés, nonsense."

Song Qingqiong lowered his head obediently, Uncle Lin shook his head and said helplessly: "Do you know what your worst is? He was taught by those of them, such as respecting teachers, respecting the truth, being righteous, fearless, and having good morals. He must be afraid of anything. Why? Because you are Song Qingqiong of Kunlun, the son of Kunlun's head, is this interesting? If you are not even afraid of fear, then what is the difference between you and a walking corpse?"

"I have to deal with many things in the mortal world and the world of cultivation every day." Song Qingqiong sighed sadly, "I must succeed in everything. I cannot be discouraged, failed, depressed, and afraid. I cannot have these, but I... it's really hard. This time I admit that I'm afraid, but I know I can't be afraid. This complex feeling makes me feel so numb."

"You didn't realize that there were other companions around you, and they would help you." Uncle Lin looked at Lantian and said, "I watched the celestial phenomena at night. This time it was another test after the last time you had a sword contest in Yuxu Palace. However, this time you need companions and you can't fight alone like last time. You are a young child, you need the help of seven of them."

"Seven of them?" Speaking of this, Song Qingqiong suddenly recalled the voice, appearance and smile of the seven people, "Dufeng Gu Pine" of Lingzong, "Wind Dreams and Divine Travel" of the Lumeng Sect, Gongsun Yan, the "One Rider of the Monster" of Shushan, the "Linshui Qingzhu" of Qingzhu Fairy in Jingshui Hanyue Palace, the "Enlightenment of Dao Zhengjue" of Mu Yuan, and the "Four Shows and Shadows" of the Medicine King's Mansion, couldn't help but say to himself, "But nearly half of the eight of us have died or are missing. The Eight Jun of the Central Plains has long been dead in name only. This time, the Qianchen Meeting, so many sects in the world are ready to send their young men to fill in the gaps."

"Diet?" Uncle Lin asked, "Life or death is just a kind of understanding of people. Child, you are too lonely. The key to everything lies in your heart. If you are willing to find them in your heart and accept them as your companions, then they may be by your side."

"Are you already by my side?" Song Qingqiong was shocked, "Are they all still alive? And they have come to Kunlun?"

Uncle Lin nodded deeply: "You eight people carry the future. Generally, those who can shoulder the future are heroes. A hero means hope, and hope means change. The key lies in whether you are willing to change yourself? And what are you willing to change? It's time to make changes, children."

While Uncle Lin and Song Qingqiong were talking, the young people who belonged to the Ba Jun of the Central Plains dreamed almost at the same time last night, but the things they dreamed were different. Gongsun Yan dreamed that he was riding a white horse on the grassland, Mu Yuan dreamed that he was meditating in the Buddhist temple, Qingzhu Fairy dreamed that he was studying in a bamboo forest, and Chu Xunyu was in the dream and heard the ancient voice again. The last time he heard this voice was still learning "Sword Wind" from the two poles, this time he said slowly: "Are you still looking for me? Everything depends on fate..."
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