A life of clearness

Chapter 636 Dream

Judging from the patterns on the young man's white clothes, they belong to the branch of Donglin Sect. They are disciples cultivated by the forces developed by Donglin Sect in various spiritual realms.

Yuan Cheng pondered for a while in his memory and obviously recognized the young man in white in front of him, his eyes were heavy.

"The Qinghang Realm is east of Jianmen and Guanhan."

"Your Highness really has a good memory. Uncle Chang Huan probably just showed Your Highness my jade slip, and that's how he remembered a nobody like me."

You are not an unknown person. Yuan Cheng remembered that although Guan Han's comprehension was good, his strength was far from reaching the level of the ninth level. If he relied on some special items in the sequence battle to reach this level, the perfection of his realm could not be simulated.

Guanhan has indeed reached the ninth level. In terms of speed, he seems to be no less than Rongqing?
"She has received many favors from your Donglin Jianmen, so it's not surprising that I would make a special effort to get to know her." Yuan Cheng stepped aside and let Guanhan and the old man get in the car.

It is impossible to attack each other inside and outside the car, but it is different when you are in the car. If Guan Han wants to take the initiative to attack, Yuan Cheng is not afraid.

"Does she know what His Highness means?"

After Guan Han and the old man got on the bus, the door slammed shut. Then the air express started to move, accelerated, and headed for the next stop. The white clouds turned into bleak shadows through the mottled windows.

If the attack strength inside the vehicle was considered, the air express should have been destroyed long ago. However, the vehicle should be designed to be invulnerable, and everything was normal except for the blood and dirt.

The three of them faced each other in the long and narrow corridor, and beneath their calm appearance there seemed to be an invisible swordfight.

"Of course I know." Yuan Cheng did not retract the blood sword in his hand. "I will go out of my way to learn about Donglin Jianmen, just to find out if she has one or two friends in Jianmen. I can help introduce them."

They say they are helping with the introduction, but without the original guarantor it is not a done deal.

This explanation even has a condescending tone.

However, for those who truly hold power, they have long been accustomed to being high and mighty.

Yuan Lang Daojun, who was always paying attention to Yuan Cheng, intuitively sensed that something was wrong when he saw Guan Han.

"The Qinghang Realm is east of Jianmen Guanhan. Find out his background for me, including the time before he entered Jianmen."

The order from the sect was transmitted to Donglin Jianmen at an extremely fast speed. A large amount of detailed information was passed to Yuan Lang Daojun, but the experience before entering Donglin Jianmen seemed to have been erased, leaving a blank.

Even if we do not investigate within the Donglin Sect but use external forces to track down Guanhan, it will be difficult to track him down.

But how could a person be completely without any trace?
Even Yu Rong, ordinary people could not find out her background, but it was not difficult for the high-level people in Zunjie to know that she came from Cangliujie. Even the top-secret past of Cangliujie was not a secret for the big figures of this level.

And if Beitian wants to completely cover up its tracks, which Beitian force can do it? If it is the work of other venerable realms, how can it bypass the Buddha Venerable Lord who absolutely controls Beitian?
unless……

Unless it was Lord Buddha who covered up his tracks!
But why? Even though Yuan Lang Daojun was in turmoil, his face remained calm. He continued to watch the projection and never cast a questioning look at the Lord.

My Lord...does he still remember the original agreement?

Yuan Lang began to feel uncertain.

"Guanhan is the son of an old friend." The Buddha Lord said softly, "Since he has come to my Beitian, I, as the elder, should take care of him."

"My lord, please forgive me for my recklessness." Yuan Lang Daojun immediately bowed his head and confessed his guilt.

"What crime have you committed?" Lord Futu was like a calm sea, silently embracing everything. "It is your duty to care about the abnormalities in Beitian."

……

"Why are you so nervous, Your Highness?" Guan Han said with a smile, "I didn't come to District 49 to fight you to the death."

"You're from another district?" "Yes." Guan Han used his fingers to clear a row of seats, then calmly sat down. The originally tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed. "It's not worth it for someone from District 36 to fight against that lunatic King Jin. Anyway, it's enough to survive to the end. Why bother about how many Tongbao you have."

"What about him, is he with you?" Yuan Cheng was referring to the old man who got on the bus with Guan Han. The old man had been silent all along, and now he walked straight to the front of the bus.

Fragile white butterflies fluttered around the old man.

"Are you talking about Fellow Daoist Xiu Lan?" Guan Han tilted his head. "He came from District 21. We met while waiting for the bus and chatted for a while. He is a cultivator from Cangliu Realm."

Cangliu Realm——Yuan Cheng reacted.

"What's more, we are from the same clan. It's a pity that Daoist Xiu Lan doesn't want to talk about her past."

Don't want to say more?
The old man's pace was neither fast nor slow. The white butterfly seemed to be more anxious, flying past the old man and forward, as if to guide the old man.

But there is no direction on this train. You just walk along the aisle until you reach the end.

Through the transparent door of the cab, Xiu Lan saw the control panel with many buttons, the straight track, and the outline of a giant beast slowly emerging from the clouds.

That's a skyscraper.

The further we go, the weaker the sun's rays become.

The sky express sails from day into night.

The light from the skyscrapers is brilliant and sparkling. When reflected in people's eyes, even their eyes sparkle with moving brilliance.

He still remembered the light in her eyes, over and over again, every time he passed by.

Snow will fall outside the window, reflecting the afterglow of the sunset, gathering into continuous traces of water on rainy nights, flying over the palm-sized sycamore leaves, and causing a whistling wind.

There is more noise from the downtown area and the constant sound of engines on No. 81 Road.

The flat and wide road was filled with all kinds of vehicles, and the indicator lights were lined up one after another. When passing this station, a large number of people would quickly pour into the carriages that were originally sparsely populated.

She would hold her schoolbag in her arms and sit by the window, her eyes wandering around the passengers who were getting on board, including tired workers, young men and women who had just finished shopping, and parents with children.

But none of this actually has anything to do with her.

"I heard that you and Yu Rong belong to the same sect in Cangliu Realm. I guess you are familiar with Yu Rong?"

Xiu Lan didn't turn around, but asked an irrelevant question.

"Have you ever had a dream since you were born, Your Highness Yuan Cheng?"

"Dream?" Although Yuan Cheng was puzzled, he answered truthfully, "Of course I have had it. I still had it when I was young, but it stopped happening as my cultivation became deeper."

"Then Your Highness Yuan Cheng believes that your consciousness in the dream is your true will?"

Yuan Cheng was silent for a few breaths, then replied, "Of course I did. Daoist friend, are you talking about this in relation to Yu Rong?"

The flying butterfly landed on the old man's shoulder, its wings slightly drooping.

"I don't have many memories of her. If Your Highness wants to know..." Xiu Lan paused, then continued, "People's dreams seem to be something they don't understand. Even in the so-called bizarre and upside-down dreams, people will recall the past events that they thought they had forgotten. She thought she had forgotten them and would never think about them again. But this train still departs, arrives, and departs again, again and again. It keeps going back and forth... in her heart."

In her heart.

(End of this chapter)