Legend of Dream God in a Little Dream

Chapter 37 Heart-to-heart talk

Zengjun sat by the wall and looked into the distance, "See? This is reality. If you are weaker than them, they will bully you."

Zhao Yi also sat by the wall, "But even if I am stronger than them, I will not bully them like you."

"I'm stronger than them, that's why they don't dare to mess with me. You have to understand that mercy is useless, at least it's useless when you're weaker than others. If you want fairness, you have to be stronger than them, so that they will be polite and reasonable with you, and it's up to you whether to listen or not."

"Yes," Zhao Yi agreed without objection, "but I still believe that the weak can also be treated equally and live with dignity."

"Don't you understand what just happened? They won't show mercy just because you are weak."

"Yes, so I want to become stronger with you, and then..."

"And then what? Become them?"

"No, I never thought of becoming like them, becoming stronger, and then protecting those I can protect. If I had a sword that could hold the sky horizontally, I would use it to show mercy to the world."

"What if the world lets you down? Should you still pursue your heart of Tao?" It was as if this person was talking about him, and he didn't know what to do.

"If it were you, I would suggest wandering alone. If it were me, I would not abandon my people."

Zengjun burst into laughter. This laughter was not a mockery, but a laugh as if someone had solved a puzzle that he had been unable to solve at once.

Then Zengjun also said with a smile, "That's good, there is a new theme for dreaming."

Zhao Yi also smiled and said, "Congratulations then."

Zengjun jumped down and asked, "Do you still want to practice today?"

Zhao Yi also jumped down. "How could I refuse your invitation? Besides, I also want to become stronger, and then go back alive to keep my selfish desires."

Zhao Yi followed Zeng Jun to the training ground yesterday. Zeng Jun picked up a spear and held it in front of Zhao Yi, "Become stronger, and then go back alive."

Zhao Yi took the spear, thinking, “I will live up to my brother’s expectations,” and returned to where he was the day before and continued practicing, working hard for that illusory hope.

Zengjun was sitting aside, and his perception told him that danger was approaching.

Zengjun sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and felt for a while, "I'm tired, let me take a nap..." and then fell asleep on the ground.

Zhao Yi looked at Zeng Jun who was so bold and thought it was "really cool", and then he also tried to make the same rebound that Zeng Jun had made the day before.

Zhao Yi tried hard for a long time, but the blood appeared again. It was obvious that his body did not want him to do this.

Zhao Yi spread out his hands and looked at the spear in his hand, "Can I really do the same as him?" The blood on the spear was persuading Zhao Yi to give up. Zhao Yi wanted to hold the spear tightly in his hand, and said tremblingly, "I am the master of this body, now listen to me, okay?" He tried hard to hold it tightly, and his hands gradually closed together.

Zeng Jun was looking at Zhao Yi, and Zhao Yi held the spear and wanted to stab it out. Just as he exerted a little force, the spear slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a short sound of wood falling to the ground. Zeng Jun looked at the spear lying on the ground, full of unwillingness, and his heart was a little sour.

Zhao Yi stared at the result with only helplessness in his eyes. This reminded him of when he was bullied by that man, his first thought was not to fight him, but to leave and escape.

Zengjun couldn't bear to watch any more. "Take your time. There's still plenty of time. More haste, less speed."

Zhao Yi stood there, then suddenly sat down on the ground without saying anything.

Zeng Jun stood up and picked up the unwilling spear. "Every drop of blood on it is proof of your hard work. You don't need to prove anything to me. It's enough to be true to your heart."

Zengjun put the spear on his left sleeve, wrapped it up, and wiped the blood off it, but the blood had already dried.

Seeing that it didn't work, Zeng Jun stuck the tip of his spear into the soil and stretched out his right hand to Zhao Yi, as if to pull him up. "Come on, Brother Zhao, let those who deny you take notice of you."

Although Zhao Yi was discouraged, he rarely experienced the feeling of having someone believe in him. He wanted to reach out his hand to welcome the warmth, but just as he stretched out his hand a little, he pulled it back.

"What's wrong? Do you dislike me?" Zengjun said with a smile.

Zhao Yizhe spread out his hands to show Zeng Jun, "My hands are dirty, and they will dirty your hands too."

Zengjun half-knelt, patted his hands on the ground, and stretched out his hand again, "Come on, don't be a coward from today on."

Zhao Yi finally mustered up the courage, but he still chose not to hold that hand. He simply stood up and said, "I've rested enough," picked up the mopping gun, "It's time to continue my dream."

Zengjun took the spear from his hand and said, "Let's stop here today," then turned around and put the spear back.

After returning to the house, before he could even sit down, someone pushed the door open violently. He gasped for breath, "No, this is bad. The spies just came back with a report. The demons will be here in more than two hours."

In an instant, the people resting in the house were in an uproar and making a lot of noise. To them, this news was an invitation from the King of Hell, and fear was the most normal reaction.

On the contrary, Zengjun in the corner didn't feel anything. He was afraid. What's the use of being afraid? It was just a waste of energy.

"Aren't you afraid?" Zhao Yi asked when he saw Zeng Jun acting abnormally.

"I was so scared that my face twitched." Then he exhaled, seeming to be sleepy, and immediately covered himself with the quilt. "Well, wake me up when we're almost there. I'm a little sleepy."

At this time, the man who asked Zengjun to shoot arrows also came in. Seeing someone sleeping in the corner, he ran over and kicked him.

"Two hours have passed so quickly?" Zeng Jun sat up.

He cursed, "Asshole, you are still sleeping at this time, why don't you get up and prepare to fight the enemy?"

Zengjun stood up and looked him in the eye. "Oh~? Is this your attitude when asking for help?"

He was too lazy to talk nonsense, "Everyone, get ready to meet the enemy," and then ran out to notify the next stronghold.

Zhao Yi said in surprise, "You don't even take him seriously, no wonder you can fall asleep when things are serious."

"Well, I'm used to being free and easy, I don't like being ignored by others." Zeng Jun then walked out the door, "Let's go, he came in just after I fell asleep, really..."

People came to the city wall one after another.

"Is this how we defend it?" someone in the crowd asked.

After a while, eight people came over carrying two ladders.

The instructor came over and said, "The ladder is not long enough. One person needs to step down on the 6.5-meter ladder first, and then put up the other 6-meter ladder. Who is willing to go down first?"

"Let me do it," Zengjun volunteered.

"Okay, I'll set up a ladder to take you down," and two people set up a ladder outside the city wall.

"please"