Vol 7 Chapter 810: Pulse

Close your eyes and the world becomes clearer.
　　
　　 Lu Zhengkang thinks that this sentence may be used as an advertisement for some sleep blindfold.
　　
　　 He actually knows very well that things like sleepwalking, although very new to him, are not unfamiliar to him. Lu Zhengkang has always liked dreaming. Dreams are a relaxing reward given to him by his brain. Of course, it can also be fright. Lu Zhengkang regards dreams as watching movies, and sleepwalking is also a VR game.
　　
　　 Different from the normal game experience, Lu Zhengkang’s sleepwalking takes place in reality after all. The actions in the game usually do not affect reality, while sleepwalking is completely based on reality.
　　
　　 Once Lu Zhengkang was very curious, why can those sleepwalkers walk around with their eyes closed, relying on the instinct of their limbs? But for him, his sleepwalking, with his eyes closed, he can still see his surroundings, and everything around him poured into his heart. This experience itself can be regarded as enlightenment.
　　
　　 The perception of heaven and earth was flooded into his mind by a medium that Lu Zhengkang did not know. Perhaps it was the memory of the patriarchs?
　　
　　 He looked at the moon above his head. Who would think that a turquoise moon is normal. This moon is like a moldy cake, especially the shadow of the moon sea, completely moldy.
　　
　　Climbing Sendai is so calm that one can hear the sound of his exhaled breath spreading in the air. But it's actually quite lively here. Lu Zhengkang will notice the phantom shadows of the Patriarchs. They are like bright spots of moonlight on the ground, some fuzzy, some more fuzzy. The ancestor who led Lu Zhengkang to the large library, he only had a clear back, but he could still see the scene ahead through his hollow body.
　　
Lu Zhengkang looked down at his body, it was also empty, with transparent clothes, transparent musculoskeletal skin, transparent internal organs, transparent but not crystal clear, completely like a light-transmitting mosquito net, floating on the road, Lu Zhengkang did not know the reality. Have you stumbled?
　　
　　 In the large library, the large library at night is very quiet. The headmaster did not study here. He went to the main peak yesterday, probably preparing for the Fairy Fate Conference. As for the other uncles and uncles, maybe they are in retreat. Lu Zhengkang is stunned. He actually hopes to meet an acquaintance here, but the big library tonight is strangely deserted, and there are still a few ancestors. Hang out here.
　　
　　 On the first floor, a vague Taoist sits on a throne, and a few patriarchs sit on the futon in front of him. The whole face of the preacher on the throne was faint, with only one mouth, plump and full, open and closed, Lu Zhengkang stared at his lips and vaguely heard some chaotic syllables.
　　
　　 There is no sound, but there is a clear and soft light in the surrounding air, layered on top of each other, like a heavy tangled petal, and even smell, without touching it, it seems to be touched by the light and sound. The five senses are filled with disordered information and bound tightly.
　　
　　 "Don't look." The twelfth generation head turned his head and asked.
　　
Lu Zhengkang closed his eyes. He knew that it belonged to the world of immortal masters. They, including Lu Zhengkang’s outer body, could see the deep world, and their senses reached the shape of Tao. The words spoken were not words, but Tao. The form is transmitted through organs and spiritual energy. Monks with high morals, they are short-cuts.
　　
　　This kind of thing is poisonous to the weak.
　　
　　 Lu Zhengkang's body is just mundane now. A mortal who has just started to build a foundation cannot listen to the Taoism, even if it is the memory of this building from the ancient times.
　　
　　 Everything in a dream can be alive, including dead things.
　　
The head of the twelve generations stepped on the stairs. At each step, the entire large library seemed to tremble, like a yawn, the tile beams and tenon joints tremble, mixed into a vague speech: "Master...you are here ."
　　
　　 "Pick one of the silverfish I raised."
　　
The large library still vibrated. The stairs on the third floor jumped down from a roll of old books, lined up in front of the Patriarch, opened it by myself, and the pages of the paper hulled over, revealing mildew spots, cavities, and as if in the books The worms are as static as the specimen.
　　
　　 Lu Zhengkang attributed everything that happened before his eyes to the discrepancy between his fantasy and the real situation, which led to the specific expression of the dream. He was sure that he was sleepwalking in reality, so everything he saw should be his own imagination. The big library in reality is of course a dead thing, not a demon, not a magic weapon.
　　
　　 But the ancestors are not fake. Master Master personally confirmed it.
　　
　　 Therefore, the fact that the large library came to life cannot be established in reality or sleepwalking. It can only be said that Lu Zhengkang's own brain supplements. He didn't know the real situation either. Perhaps it was just that he entered the third floor and found these books with silverfish under the guidance of the ancestor phantom.
　　
　　 If he wakes up early tomorrow morning and finds himself lying in the large library, it is not surprising at all.
　　
　　The dream is getting deeper and deeper, and the memory he keeps of himself will become more and more blurred. Until now, he was not even sure whether he was still awake.
　　
　　The ancestor wandered in the book group, squatting down from time to time to check the silverfish on the pages of the book, watching their development status, like a silkworm breeder harvesting silk.
　　
　　 "Little disciple, have you ever heard of it, pulse Wang?"
　　
　　 Lu Zhengkang nodded, "A bookworm in the legend. The decoction used by scholars can be used for high school promotion."
　　
The ancestor nodded, "The silverfish of the scholars eat the characters of sages, and the veins raised are naturally enhanced~EbookFREE.me~ The silverfishes of the fairy tales eat the characters of gods, and the veins they cultivated have A reborn effect."
　　
　　 Lu Zhengkang chuckled, "Will you give me ten or eight first?"
　　
"Ten articles and 8 articles? It is difficult for several Jiazi to produce one. It is even stranger than the ocher Huangjing in the dragon vein!" The appearance of the diligent and thrifty housekeeper of the ancestor is very similar to the contemporary head Chenchen, mainly because of his shrewdness Slick.
　　
　　 Lu Zhengkang felt that he was not the happily plowing the fields... the phantom of the patriarch, but a combination of vague group images.
　　
　　 "Come on, pick one for you."
　　
　　 "Okay, give me one!"
　　
When I ate the word "Shenxian" in my veins, my stomach was naturally immortal water. The circular, soft and transparent insects were like shredded leeks between the teeth. After being pulled out of the page, they rolled up and turned into a ring, like A blue earthworm, the ancestor grabbed him, walked to Lu Zhengkang, motioned him to raise his head and open his mouth.
　　
　　Lu Zhengkang obeyed, the ancestor put his pulse into his mouth and said loudly: "Chew!"
　　
　　 Chew, chew hard, like eating a cold fruity jelly.
　　
　　 Lu Zhengkang swallowed his pulse, just like swallowing the next moon.
　　
　　 The world in front of him soon dimmed.
　　
　　 He woke up the next day, and the head was flipping a book at a desk.
　　
　　 "Boy, why are you here?"
　　
　　 "I forgot." Lu Zhengkang said bluntly.