Chapter 133 Qiu Yan's Dream
Ye He Linfeng and the two brothers of the Qiu family were in a villa of the Ye He family.
Qiu Yan began to gradually become confused after contacting the token three days ago. After that, he fell into a drowsy sleep.
Qiu Li and Ye He Linfeng have been guarding the villa for three days, but Qiu Yan still did not wake up. They also found several doctors to check on him, but they all said that Qiu Yan was in good health and just fell asleep.
Qiu Yan and Ye He Linfeng also took the veins for Qiu Yan and visited the situation in his body. If it weren't for Qiu Yan's body, there would be no major problems, and the tendons and veins and breath in their body were always strong, they would be really anxious.
Qiu Yan was born with a body with a waste vein. After obtaining the Sumeru magic pen, under the conditioning of the magic pen, the waste vein gradually became warmer, and the waste gas in his body was discharged a little every day, which also made his body much better.
Just three days ago, when he came into contact with the token of "Nine", his whole body seemed to be gently caressed by the spring breeze, and was wrapped in the warm sun, feeling very comfortable, feeling that his body was changing in a form he didn't know. Even he himself didn't know, when his body changed, he actually fell into a drowsy sleep. In his consciousness, he appeared alone in a very strange place.
In his dream, he was in a darkness. He walked along the darkness for many times, and an ancient sandalwood wooden door appeared. He could obviously smell a strong fragrance of flowers and grass outside the door. Clear and bright light shot around the door, illuminating the darkness in his corner a little.
There was the sound of clear spring ticking on the other side of the door, the sound of birds flapping their wings, and the sound of small beasts jumping and tapping.
He no longer hesitated to push the door open.
The moment the door opened, all the light gathered on his head, as if a blue light film was formed, covering him. He was surrounded by a blue light film and stood on a lawn. The scenery in front of him was blurred by a blue light film, and after a long time, he would be almost unable to breathe.
He struggled hard, trying to break the cyan light film, but despite how hard he struggled, the round and smooth cyan light film seemed to rotate consciously on him, making it impossible for him to break it.
Qiu Yan's consciousness gradually blurred, and the blue light film became thicker and thicker as his consciousness gradually blurred. It was about to turn green, and even a trace of light from outside could not be cast in.
At this moment, a voice sounded from nowhere.
"Hey, it's really too weak. Then I'll help you."
As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling light suddenly appeared from the token of "Nine" on Qiu Yan's waist. The light shone through the blue light film and rushed out from all directions.
A "click" sound seemed to be the sound of glass shattering.
Qiu Yan felt a lot of fresh air pouring into his lungs from all directions.
He breathed desperately, and accompanied by the sound of the diaphragm in the chest and throat churning, he absorbed the oxygen in the air in a rough manner.
"Ah Hu Ah Hu Ah Hu!" Qiu Yan never felt able to breathe such a wonderful thing in the world. Just now when he was about to die and his mind was dark, he even felt the God of Death approaching.
The token on Qiu Yan's waist was still glowing, but the light on it was not as dazzling as it began. He reached out and touched the light film attached to him, and could still vaguely see the scenery outside through it.
He stretched his hands forward, and his hands formed claws. He twisted the light film and teared it away from both sides.
With a "tearing" sound, the light film cracked, like two torn rags, falling on both sides of Qiu Yan's feet.
The light film cracked, and Qiu Yan's eyes were filled with time and scenery, and every scene was like poetry and picturesque.
Where he stood was a large green grass slope, and under the slope was a gradually higher grassland. Not far away, there were flat lands and wild flowers that continued to bloom, as well as rocks and trees. In the distance, there were large forests and mountains.
Facing the tide of breeze blowing from his face and the sound of a waterfall falling and beating against the rocks, he concluded that there was a river and waterfall not far away.
He seemed to be in a mirage, unable to distinguish between reality and dream.
"Where am I?" Qiu Yan realized his murmur, but it was not a sound from his mouth, but an echo in his heart. He realized that he could not speak at all and could not speak, and was shocked and sweated.
He began to think back, thinking about being on the shore of Nanhu Lake, thinking about Xuanyuan Yuzuo, and thinking about the token on his waist.
He suddenly realized that he was in a coma. This place seemed to be in his dream. But why was the dream so real? He could feel that he was full of strength here, and he was even more happy to find that he had a trace of internal strength.
He looked inside his dantian and found that there was a grain of rice in the dantian. The thing was covered with green color, emitting layers of green halo, and the halo spread out and poured into his body meridians and limbs layer by layer.
"Scared!" Qiu Yan was surprised to find that the tendons and veins in his body were actually lubricated and hard, many times thicker than his previous tendons and veins, and his tendons and veins were emitting a faint blue light.
His waste of veins, is it okay?
Realizing this, he was so excited that he didn't know why. Looking at the beautiful scenery in the distance, he began to run wildly with excitement.
He ran faster and faster, and before he knew it, his feet left the ground and flew above the grass.
He was a little startled, and his feet staggered and fell a big fuck.
However, he seemed to be unable to feel the pain in his body, and stood up, took a step and ran again.
As his speed accelerated, his body flew into the air again.
Every time he accelerated, flew into the air, fell. As he got more times, he gradually adapted to leaping in the air.
The wet breeze accelerated as his speed made his face hurt, but his mood was so happy that he couldn't control so much. It was not until he was tired of flying that he stopped upstream of a river.
At the end of the upper reaches of the river is a huge waterfall.
The waterfall was extremely high, and it seemed that it was impossible to see it. Qiu Yan looked up at the waterfall flying spring that was flowing down, and felt emotion in his heart.
If he had internal strength in reality, how good would it be to have such powerful light skills?
Unfortunately, it was in a dream.
However, at this moment, the water flow gradually gathered in the spring pool where the waterfall flowed down, forming a small water tower with nine floors, which seemed to be the appearance of the Nine-Cloud Tower that he had seen in the image.
He was insane at the small water tower as tall as others.
Suddenly, a transparent light and shadow composed of whom emerged from the water tower.
He was as tall as Qiu Yan, facing Qiu Yan. Then, the magical thing was that his head, face, and body began to change, becoming exactly the same as Qiu Yan's dress. The only difference was that everything on this figure was made of water, and it changed its color with the strong light in the horizon.
He bowed to Qiu Yan, then stood up straight.
He raised his right hand and stretched out his pen shape from his water-colored hand.
After a closer look, the outline and pattern on the stroke were exactly the same as the Sumeru magic pen.
At this moment, the figure actually started to practice a set of moves with the derived magic pen.
Qiu Yan didn't pay attention at first. When he realized something, the water shadow suddenly dissipated in the air and turned into a water droplet. The water droplets retreated back to the water tower as if they were magical.
Qiu Yan was overjoyed. Could it be that this Shuiying was teaching me martial arts?
Chapter completed!