The world of Qianyuan is vast and boundless, and is divided into four continents: Tianyuan, Dizhi, Dongsheng, and Nanli. Each continent has a population of more than 100 million and has a country like the stars and the sands of Hengsha, where monsters and beasts are rampant, and humans and gods live together. There are all kinds of strange things, of course, the most prominent one is the power called "cultivator".
Tianyuan Continent, Qingyun Mountains, Qingyun Lower Courtyard.
The Qingyun Sect is one of the nine overlord-level cultivator forces in the Tianyuan Continent. It has produced five ascended ancestors in a row, and its reputation is far-reaching. There are also more than ten fingers of old monsters who have survived the tribulation, and its reputation has not faded for millions of years. All kinds of talented people emerge in endlessly, which can be said to be favored by great luck.
Qingyun Lower Court is one of the branches of Qingyun Sect. It is responsible for recruiting and training the younger generation of disciples. Every ten years, it can recommend one person to join the main line and become a glorious outer disciple. When they go to the outside world, even if they are the head of a small country, You can also sit on equal footing.
There are no fewer than a thousand lower chambers like this in the entire Tianyuan Continent, and our story begins in one of these small lower chambers.
"Fang Yuan, get up and work!"
In the handyman dormitory, Fang Yuan stood up, rubbed his eyes, his head was still a little confused, and soon he saw several disciples in Tsing Yi shouting loudly, looking at him with disdain.
"Work? Oh, this is the daily homework of the disciples in the lower courtyard. They carry water and chop firewood every day, exercise their muscles and bones, and sometimes practice breathing exercises, trying to get a sense of energy and successfully build the foundation..."
Some information suddenly appeared in his mind, and Fang Yuan immediately remembered his identity.
"I was originally just the son of a farmer down the mountain. It was just a coincidence that I saved the life of a deacon of the House of Commons. He saw that I had some immortal bones, so he sent me to the mountain... But he was wrong. Although I had immortal bones, I was worth millions. The only 'waste immortal vein' among them has been unable to feel Qi for five whole years, so it has become a laughing stock in the family... "
Although this memory is very real, for some reason, Fang Yuan just instinctively felt that something was wrong, and complained: "Damn... why is it starting with a loser? This joke has been ruined a long time ago, okay?"
As soon as these words came out, even he was a little surprised.
He didn't understand the meaning of the so-called "waste" or "meme", but he didn't know why he blurted it out.
"Huh? Fang Yuan, are you brave?"
Several disciples in Tsing Yi were startled. Although they couldn't figure out what he was talking about, their joking tone could not be concealed from others, and they couldn't help but look bad.
"Such a loser should have been kicked out of the House of Commons long ago!"
"It's not just because I'm kind to Deacon Wang..."
"Looking at my family, I have never seen such a shameless person!"
"This kind of person still wants to cultivate immortality, bah!"
"Fang Yuan, let's see if you are still very energetic. You have done all our chores today by yourself!"
One of the young men in Tsing Yi walked out, walking calmly, looking cool, and carrying a vague aura of nobility: "Did you hear clearly what I said?"
"So what if it's a useless immortal vein?"
Fang Yuan clenched his fists and veins popped out on his face: "I will definitely successfully build the foundation, worship the main meridian, and become a true immortal cultivator!"
"Ha ha!"
"What did I hear?"
"That loser said he wanted to become an immortal, and he wanted to join the main line?"
The crowd fell silent for a while, and soon more and more jeers sounded. The young man who seemed to come from a prince's house became more and more unkind, and narrowed his eyes: "Don't talk nonsense, be careful of flashing your tongue!"
Without him having to do anything, a few scoundrels from behind had already surrounded him, obviously preparing to teach Fang Yuan an unforgettable lesson.
"Ahem!"
At this time, a cough sounded, carrying great majesty.
"Hello, Mr. Deacon!"
Many boys and girls saluted and got out of the way. A middle-aged man walked out slowly, looking around with stern eyes: "What are you doing standing there? Why don't you go to your morning classes!"
"Follow the law!"
Even the princely young man did not dare to be negligent when facing the deacon, and immediately trotted away. But before leaving, he looked at Fang Yuan with an incomprehensible look, which made Fang Yuan's back tremble, as if he was being held up by a snake. Feel.
"You should go quickly too!"
The middle-aged deacon glanced deeply at Fang Yuan, shook his head, and walked away slowly.
Fang Yuan was silent, then returned to the room and silently picked up the hoe and bamboo basket.
…
The Qingyun Mountains are rich in green wood. This kind of wood is completely green and as hard as iron. It is an excellent material for making buildings and even ship keels.
Even after a hundred years, it will be enough to serve as the main material for some low-grade magical weapons.
Relying on this income, Qingyun Lower House can maintain a comfortable life without the need for donations from the surrounding small countries.
And cutting down green wood has become a daily homework for those low-level disciples.
Of course, there are very few people like Fang Yuan who are still here after five years of existence without any understanding of Qi.
boom!
The hatchet struck a green tree as thick as a teacup, and there was a dull sound. The huge shock force made Fang Yuan's mouth feel hot and his arms felt slightly numb.
He took a deep breath, his face unchanged, and slashed out again, deliberately adjusting his breathing and exhaling at a specific frequency.
"Chopping firewood and practicing Qigong every day is to gain the sense of Qi by invigorating the Qi and blood, tempering the muscles and bones, strengthening the foundation and cultivating the body... Even if the qualifications are extremely poor, it can be started in one year, but it took me a full five Year… "
After a whole morning, Fang Yuan finally cut off the green wood in front of him, wiped the hot sweat from his face, and smiled bitterly: "After you obtain the sense of Qi, you have to build the foundation for a hundred days before you can enter the Qi training period! The Qi training period There are thirteen levels. Only by cultivating to the state of Dzogchen can one refine the Gang Ning Sha and gain the qualification to truly take the test to enter the main channel... After hearing about the Gang Sha period, the dragon and the tiger meet in the body, trying to overcome obstacles and overcome obstacles. Nine thunder tribulations create a great golden elixir!"
"Only the golden elixir stage is the true standard for outer sect disciples. When you have passed through the third and ninth tribulations and condensed the Nascent Soul, you can enter the inner sect... After that, there are distraction, transformation, and union... all kinds of things The realm becomes more and more difficult step by step, and the thunder tribulations become more and more terrifying. When it comes to the Tribulation Stage, there will be a Nine-Nine Wind and Fire Thunder Tribulation every hundred years. If you can survive nine times in a row, you will finally be able to ascend to the upper realm. To become an immortal or a saint... I must become an immortal!!!"
"Wait... it's such a familiar setting of cultivating immortals... did I say something strange again?"
Fang Yuan touched his head, drank a sip of water, and prepared to continue cutting wood.
"Found it, he's here!"
Suddenly, there was a burst of cheers on the mountain path, and several figures appeared.
When Fang Yuan saw it, he immediately cried out in pain.
Because what appeared was the young prince who came from the prince's house, and a few lackadaisical followers.
"Fang Yuan... You were lucky this morning. A deacon came to your rescue, but now we are in the wilderness. Let me see who comes to rescue you!"
A young man as strong as an ox stepped forward with a grin, his fist joints crackling like fried beans.
"These are all disciples who have understood the sense of Qi and entered the stage of Qi training. I am no match for them...Run!"
Fang Yuan turned around and ran away without thinking.
These few losers alone are very difficult to deal with, not to mention that the young Marquis has the support of the entire Marquis Mansion, is extremely qualified, and is making rapid progress. Rumor has it that he is about to enter the intermediate level of the fifth level of Qi training!
"Chase!"
Seeing Fang Yuan running away, the gangsters naturally started to chase after him.
They had long physical strength and extremely fast speed. They split up to outflank Fang Yuan and immediately forced Fang Yuan to a cliff.
"Haha... run away again!"
Several people blocked the way out, and the young Marquis stood behind them, looking excited: "Beat him half to death! Let's see if he still dares to talk to sister Shui Ling'er!"
"What?"
Fang Yuan suddenly felt very wronged: "Is he displeased with me because of this? But Junior Sister Shui Ling'er has absolutely no feelings for me, we just said a few words..."
"Hell, I'm about to be seriously injured out of nowhere. Is there anyone more aggressive than me..."
For some reason, seeing this scene, Fang Yuan suddenly felt very familiar again.
It was as if he had experienced this scene before, getting into trouble because of an unrelated woman.
"It's this feeling again... wait, I... why do I run? Why am I here?"
"Who am I...?"
Fang Yuan murmured, his pupils were confused for a while, and then his eyes shone brightly, and his whole aura suddenly changed.
"Hit him!"
A few losers didn't give him time and pounced on him one after another.
"Drink! Eagle Claw Hand!"
Figures flashed, broken bones and screams were heard, and the young marquis's expression suddenly changed.
Because the expected scene did not appear, he was beaten to the ground, screaming in agony, and it turned out to be some of his henchmen.
"Secular martial arts..."
He frowned: "Is it that strong?"
"Once I have crossed the Qingyun Road, I will know who I am today!"
Fang Yuan ignored him, laughing loudly and happily: "So... this is what a dream master feels like!"
He now understands that this entire world is his dream!
When a person is in a dream, from being confused by all the five aggregates to waking up and realizing that he is dreaming, this is a huge hurdle for a dream master to get started!
Not everyone can immediately realize that they are dreaming when they are dreaming.
If you get intoxicated, you may become completely lost or become insane.
But Fang Yuan easily passed this level in his first dream!
"Master didn't teach me anything..."
When Fang Yuan saw this, he was very emotional.
Although layman Wen Xin did not pass on the Dream Master to him from the beginning, the practice of Zaowang Tea Ceremony is definitely related to the Dream Master profession.
Moreover, I have grown up in a dream of another world since I was a child and have experience.
The combined force of the two made him solve the "dream mystery" much faster than ordinary people.
"Is this person... out of his mind?"
Next to him, the young Marquis felt a little wary when he saw Fang Yuan talking to himself. He suddenly gritted his teeth and took out a talisman that was shining with spiritual light from his arms.
This was something that the Hou Mansion had finally collected at great cost. Even though a trace of physical pain flashed across the face of the young Marquis, he immediately said: "Sick!"
call out!
The light blade flashed, and Fang Yuan's entire arm including his shoulders fell off.