After a familiar feeling of falling, Gao Ning suddenly opened his eyes.

The wet grassland and the Shanshui Temple, which had been completely turned into ruins under the flood, were once again presented to Gao Ning.

"Sure enough, it's directly entering the upper dream!"

A wind blew under Gao Ning's feet and slowly flew up.

"Is it because the same dream has been cracked? Or is the dreamer awakened?"

This world is very strange, and there is too little information, so Gao Ning has no way to judge.

If you want to know more, you must explore it yourself.

After flying to a height of hundreds of meters, the landform was completely present in front of Gao Ning.

The location of Shanshui Temple is a deep mountain.

The hillside is not steep and is at most only a hundred meters above sea level. The temple is surrounded by a large forest, with only one dirt road extending to connect to the official road outside.

About twenty miles south to the south of Guanlu City is an unknown small county town.

From a bird's eye view from a high altitude, it seems that there is no difference from the architectural style of the Song Dynasty, but it is much more prosperous.

Some people have entertainment venues, and all entertainment venues are natural places where news gathers and disperses, but now they cannot become human figures, and they can only hang in the sky with their strong hearing.

Filter useful information from massive fragmented conversations.

Of course, it is good to become a thief and random kidnapping interrogation.

However, these methods can be used until the accuracy of the information is verified.

Gao Ning had just left, and a monk slowly walked out of the dense forest around Shanshui Temple.

The monk's outfit is very similar to that of a monk, but his body shape is very different.

He looked up slightly at Gao Ning's departure and whispered: "Amitabha! I pity my Shanshui Temple for such a disaster!"

He shook his head and looked at the Shanshui Temple that had been transformed into ruins.

"It's not that this donor has been abandoned for many days! The poor monk lost his dream for thirty years, and he has gained some gains. So beg for alms and rebuild the Shanshui Temple!

I just feel sorry for this donor. Don’t he know that dreams are floating on high places? This is all common sense!”

With confusion in the monk's eyes, he turned around and walked into the dense forest again, and his figure gradually disappeared.

Gao Ning was unaware of it at this time and flew towards the county town at a fast speed.

When he was flying a small river more than ten meters wide, Gao Ning felt that the day turned into night when the light was in front of him.

What's going on?

Gao Ning was shocked. When he was about to move, he found that his body was extremely stiff, as if he was carrying a huge rock with a thousand kilograms.

When I looked down, a pair of dry and cracked old hands appeared in front of me.

Gao Ning's mouth twitched.

What are you doing? What are you doing? Should you do so quickly?

Still let people see the world?

Although the monk didn't have any reminders.

Gao Ning has already known at the beginning that the triggering of dreams is irregular.

Sometimes it will be triggered three times a day, and sometimes it will not be triggered once every three months.

It is not safe to sit at home, and it is not necessarily dangerous to go out casually.

And it is this unknown and random that is the source of pain for people in the dream.

Gao Ning just understood something before, and this time he had a personal experience.

He let out a long sigh and looked up slightly at the moon hanging in the sky.

Forget it, let’s break this dream first!

The second-level dreams are of different sizes. Monks have ever encountered dreams that are limited to one room, and have also dreamed of a brilliant battlefield.

Even completely use a country as the background.

The last level-breaking game was actually a small dream.

And the one in front of you seems to be a little smaller.

Because Gao Ming found that he could not seem to get off the boat.

After feeling my body, I still didn’t feel like chakra.

However, compared with the last time, the system seemed to have absorbed some data when breaking the dream, and this time it could actually see the tag.

However, most labels cannot be touched and seem to still act on the body.

But this discovery still made Gao Ning feel relieved.

As long as there is a system in yourself, there is nothing scary.

Gao Ning looked around and found that the environment in front of him was a little familiar, as if it was the stream I had painted before.

But the width seems to be much larger and the flow rate is faster. Is it the flood season?

The river surface was filled with hazy white mist, the moon was round above the head, and the moonlight was bright, shining on the river surface, reflecting Gao Ning's appearance.

This time, Gao Ning seemed to be a shipwoman with a long hair and a chicken skin, and is obviously quite old.

Wearing a shuttlecoat, a hat, and a long bamboo pole in his hand. The worn black-sailed boat under his feet rippled with the waves.

The area inside the black-sailed boat is very small, only enough for one person to lie flat and sleep, with a small wooden board standing next to it.

Judging from the width, you should be able to be used directly on the cabin as a table.

Below the bow is a small storage room filled with debris.

There is a small stove at the stern of the boat, with a jar of rice wine gurgling on it.

Sitting next to me, holding an empty bowl in my hand.

It seems that it is cold in the middle of the night, and the shipkeeper is pouring himself and drinking.

But why is this happening?

It seems that he is the only one on the river, so how should this dream be solved?

Should we go downstream? Or should we stay here and wait for the plot to trigger?

Gao Ning pondered for a moment and decided to stay.

I should be a ferryman in this outfit!

It’s just strange that this stream is not very wide, even during the flood season, it’s only more than twenty meters.

Gao Ning measured it with a bamboo pole. The water depth is not as deep as a knee. Normal people can walk over by rolling up their sleeves. Why do you have to get a boat waiting here?

And it was when there was a bridge not far away!

Although the stone bridge is very dilapidated, the wooden boards on it are already broken.

But the piers are stable, and the distance between the stones is only half a meter, so you can jump over with a little force.

In this case, why is the shipkeeper here? Isn’t this redundant?

Gao Ning was wondering when a strange noise suddenly came from the water surface.

With the sound of clamoring, a pale arm broke out of the water and grabbed the boat gang.

Gao Ning was shocked and subconsciously wanted to hit him in one go.

But his body was extremely heavy, and he actually stretched out the bamboo pole slowly.

Then the other hand grabbed the bamboo pole, and a burly man with water dripping all over his body and his clothes were ragged with the help of jumping onto the boat.

He glanced at Gao Ning and smiled and said, "What's wrong with me today? He even took the initiative to help me! Did the moon be eaten by Tiangou?"

As he said that, he also deliberately looked at the moon.

Gao Ning blinked, and his tone should be an acquaintance.

But no matter from any aspect, this guy is a complete water ghost!

Especially with such a big arrow in your chest, do you think I'm blind?

Seeing that Gao Ning didn't say anything, the burly man didn't care. He walked straight over and sat on the ground in front of the small stove. He grabbed the wine pot on the stove and took a big mouthful of it regardless of the heat of the wine.
Chapter completed!