My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 432 - 303: Dreaming with Whom?_3

Chapter 432: Chapter 303: Dreaming with Whom?_3

He also freeloaded a bite.

Gu Yiwu paused in thought, then slowly explained.

"According to Brother Li from Guangye Hall, this Ink Heart Red Fruit is popular among a private circle of hermit scholars on the southern Wangque Mountain. It’s considered an elegant item for private gatherings, and it’s said that the consumer can enter into a dreamscape like a landscape ink painting upon falling asleep..."

He recounted in detail what he had heard that day and what he had generally found out later regarding the Ink Heart Red Fruit, without showing any sign of annoyance.

Shortly after.

Zhao Rong suddenly asked, "Gu brother, are you sure that only one person can enter this landscapes dream? Is it impossible to encounter other persons who have eaten the fruit?"

He frowned slightly as he finished speaking, because he thought of Yu Huaijin.

At that time, she and he had taken the only pair of Ink Heart Red Fruits from Han Wenfu’s possession.

Zhao Rong felt that only this could explain why that bizarre ink dream last night contained scenes, things, and people he had never seen before.

So, you’re saying this ink painting dream was shared with that guy, Yu Huaijin?

A dream shared even in separate beds?

However, before Zhao Rong could further ponder, Gu Yiwu confidently spoke up.

"It’s for one person only."

He shook his head.

"For cultivators, dreams are already profoundly mysterious, related to the mystically boundless waters of the Heart Lake."

Gu Yiwu spoke seriously, "Not to mention exploring their mysteries, this should be the domain of the high-ranking senior cultivators. We young cultivators place great importance on and protect it fiercely. How could we allow others to share a dream with us?"

Zhao Rong’s eyes narrowed, and he nodded slightly.

The tall student from Justice Hall in front of him kept talking.

"Imagine, the Heart Lake Water involves our thoughts and past memories, containing countless secrets, and dreams feed on it as nourishment, emerging like bubbles on the surface of the lake. If we were to dream with another person..."

"At the least, our privacy and secrets could be exposed, and at worst... It could affect our mental state and thoughts, or even change our nature from good to evil. It’s too profound, I’ve heard that up the mountain in the Cultivation World, some powerful individuals possess Divine Skills to penetrate into others’ Heart Lake Water through dreams."

He slowly shook his head, looking at Zhao Rong while taking a sharp breath.

"So, we small cultivators at the foot of the mountain had better not venture into dreams too often. And besides, we have so many things to do: cultivation, study, coursework. We shouldn’t be sleeping without good reason, let alone manage to fall asleep!"

Listening to Gu Yiwu suddenly becoming motivational, Zhao Rong’s lips curved into a slight smile.

After making a joke, Gu Yiwu patted the shoulder of ’Teacher Zhao,’ who liked to assign them a heap of homework.

"That Ink Heart Red Fruit, although peculiar, isn’t a divine object that allows shared dreams. Don’t overthink it, brother Zhao. Right, did you enter that landscape dream? What do you think, was there any pleasure in it?"

Zhao Rong snapped out of his reverie, narrowed his eyes with a light laugh: "It was alright. I didn’t know before and thought there might be something strange about it."

Gu Yiwu laughed too.

Zhao Rong thought for a moment, prepared to ask again.

Suddenly, Gu Yiwu asked, "Brother Zhao, did you dream of other people?"

Zhao Rong froze in his tracks.

Gu Yiwu looked at him.

The atmosphere between the two became momentarily silent.

But the next second, Zhao Rong quickly reacted.

He smiled and nodded, "Indeed, I did dream of someone. To be honest, I dreamt of brother Gu. Ah, it must be because I often talk about you during the day, so you appeared in my dream too, looking quite spirited."

As he spoke, Zhao Rong raised his hand and gently placed it over the back of Gu Yiwu’s hand on his shoulder.

Outside Justice Hall, two grown men looked into each other’s eyes deeply, hands covering hands.

Gu Yiwu’s shoulders shivered slightly, sending a shiver down his spine.

He quickly withdrew his hand and left a hurried comment before escaping back to the school building.

"Haha, brother Zhao, you really have a sense of humor."

Zhao Rong watched with a chuckle as Gu Yiwu hurried away.

Suddenly, Zhao Rong clapped his hands, turned his head with a smile, and looked in the direction of the Cultivation Hall.