"Am I dead? ”

Xia Leng recalled that Xia Leng used to be an ordinary person, an orphan who had been helpless since he was a child, an ordinary and a little too ordinary person, and suddenly one night when he was looking at his mobile phone fishing, there was a sudden pillar of light falling from the sky, followed by a period of fainting, and when he woke up, he found himself in the garbage heap. "It turns out that even if I am reincarnated, I will still be an orphan!"

My name is Xia Leng and I am an orphan who has been having strange dreams lately.

"It's here again," I said to myself, looking at the world in front of me.

This place is very beautiful, and it will always make people nostalgic to go back and forth when they see it, with bright starlight, night covering every tree, and fireflies flying all over the sky.

I've been to this place many times, and several times I've run for a long time and haven't run out, but I know there's someone here.

I walked through the trees and walked to a dark shadow.

"Who the hell are you, why do you keep appearing in my dreams?" I asked, looking at the shadow

But the shadow never spoke.

"Okay, you're qualified to talk to me," the shadow opened his mouth unexpectedly this time

"You can speak, I thought you were dumb," I said impatiently

"Who the hell are you, and why do you keep appearing in my dreams?" I asked again

"I am you," the black shadow said coldly without a trace of emotion, and then the black mist dissipated and leaked out, the same appearance as Xia Leng was the only difference was that he was wearing an ancient costume, and there were many butterfly patterns on the costume.

Xia Leng looked at him in surprise, this subordinate really scared Xia Leng a lot.

"Who the hell are you, and this dream, why can I control myself, and I can still think," I asked, a little scared.

"This is the double realm, and it is also your dream, where you can find the answer you want, and I am you, just a dream person who does not want to be reincarnated, and it is also your other half of the soul My name is Zhuang Zhou" The man in the kimono said with self-deprecation

"Still don't believe it?" Zhuang Zhou looked at the cautious Xia Leng and stretched out the sleeve of his right hand to the top, revealing a butterfly pattern, or birthmark, and said, "Will this be believed?"

"It's impossible, why do you have it too" Xia Leng saw this birthmark that he had since he came down, because he always felt that this birthmark was cold and piercing, so he had been covering it with long-sleeved clothing, and it was strange to say that as long as he covered it, it would not be cold, as if the pattern had disappeared, so no one knew the pattern on his hand.

"This is, Butterfly Print"

"Do you feel a biting chill when you don't cover it?" Zhuang Zhou asked

"This, how do you know?"

"Because that's the old man's ghost," Zhuang Zhou looked unbeaten.

"Nima" I was almost blown up, it turned out that this old immortal made it

"There's no way, the old man doesn't want others to see it, and he's also saving ourselves."

"What do you mean by ourselves, don't talk to me," I said incredulously

"Then you try to ask yourself about your dream, who do you like to wait for the longest, this dream is yours, and the reaction is the most real," Zhuang Zhou said

"Maybe it's only my parents who have waited the longest," Xia Leng said to himself, because he was raised by a beggar since he was a child, and later he was picked up by a kind female swordsman next to a garbage can when he was about ten years old, and he was also his own master, and she would love herself as much as her mother tomorrow.

"Anyone? Who told me what made me wait the longest?" Xia Leng thought and shouted to the sky

With the arrival of light, a butterfly with colorful colors slowly flew down from the sky.

Suddenly, Xia Leng's heart tightened, and he unconsciously stretched out his hand, and the butterfly flew to his hand as if dancing.

"Falling flowers are affectionate, fallen leaves return to their roots, butterflies love flowers, flowers fall and butterflies die" The whole space resounded with Zhuang Zhou's voice

"Why?" Xia Leng looked at the butterfly, and at this time he didn't even know what he was asking.

"Ahh

This is a small village located at the foot of the mountain, and the master will come here every day to see me, but I can't go up the mountain, first, there is a ban on the mountain, only cultivators can go up the mountain, and second, after all, I am just an ordinary person, and it will not be fun if I am accidentally killed by a big guy on the mountain. So the master let me stay at the foot of the mountain.

I also asked my master, but he always said that I would wait until I was an adult to make a choice.

"What's wrong with Xiao Leng, did you have that nightmare again" It was Xia Leng's master who spoke called Jian Ling, she came over early in the morning with a meal, saw this scene, and asked eagerly.

Jian Ling takes sword as his surname because he likes to practice swords, this world is like this, some people like to have the surname fire, and some people have the surname Shui......

"Master, what do you say if a person keeps having the same dream again?" Xia Leng asked

"You're dreaming of him again," Jian Ling asked me with a hint of nervousness

"Master, he spoke to me," I asked the master with confusion

"Xiao Leng, what did he say," Jian Ling asked

"I don't understand, what he said about butterflies, flowers, and my birthmark," I said, rolling up my sleeve and revealing the butterfly mark.

At this time, the master was stunned.

"Xiao Leng, show the master if there is a pattern on your left hand. ”

Because these cultivators judge the direction of cultivation according to the marks on their hands, and the monks with spiritual roots have been assigned their abilities since they were born, for example, Jian Ling has a sword pattern in his left hand, but only when the spiritual root is stimulated with spiritual power will it begin to appear, so if no one brings the entry to the door, it is just an ordinary person, after all, the master brings the introduction to practice by the individual, of course, there are also geniuses who have awakened themselves, so Jian Ling will have this question.

Saying that, Xia Leng rolled up his sleeve and leaked out his smooth left hand, "Xiao Leng, you still need to think about it yourself, after all, if the spiritual root awakens, you will officially step into cultivation, and your fate will change accordingly" Although Jian Ling is very curious, after all, as an apprentice like me, I still have eight years of feelings that I have brought up since I was a child, and I want to ask Xia Leng if I want to step into cultivation.

"What is the harm of a master becoming a cultivator?" I began to think about when I saw the master's solemn expression

"There will be a lot of disputes in the future, and there are many monks in this world, some sects such as the Soul Sect rely on sucking the souls of cultivators to cultivate, and the Corpse Puppet Sect relies on the corpses of cultivators to practice corpses, these are just scratches and there are many sects that you can't imagine," Jian Ling patiently explained

"Is that okay to be with the master for a long time?" Xia Leng then asked

"Yes, Shou Yuan is growing with the growth of cultivation, it is said that there was once an ancestor who successfully reached the realm of endless Shou Yuan, but if he dies, his soul will be scattered and he will not be able to reincarnate, after all, our immortal cultivators are going against the sky, because of this, there will be two calamities in each realm, and one calamity of the soul, one calamity of the body can also be said to be a calamity, after all, the soul is worthy of obsession, and the flesh refers to patience, although the two are almost similar, but there is still a gap, the soul crosses by their own ideas and persistent hearts, and the flesh refers to whether they can withstand the impact of strong spiritual power, so now people eat the tribulation, and the success rate of the tribulation can be enhanced, after all, it can increase the success rate of the tribulation by thirty percent, but the average person who crosses the catastrophe only needs to survive one catastrophe to be considered a successful catastrophe. Would you still like to?" Jian Ling explained as he followed a primer that had been thrown on the main road of the sect and no one had read it

"It's okay, as long as I can accompany my master for a few more years," Xia Leng said and wanted to hug his master, after all, he had raised himself for eight years, and Jian Ling was also naturally handsome, and his natural ice blue hair was unfortunately similar to her fiery personality, the same as the antonym. But it's mainly because Xia Leng is the same as his master, and he loves to cause trouble

"Don't give me the whole set, you just say that you are curious," Jian Ling sent a disdainful look.

"I've taken care of you for so long, I don't know if I can go with me with just a few pounds and taels of yours," said Jian Ling, who lifted me up by the collar, stepped on an ice sword and flew out.

"Where is the master?" I asked, a little curious.

"When I take you to find a vacant land to cross the catastrophe, there will be a small catastrophe at the entrance, if you call any child in the village or burn down the house of so-and-so, you won't lose money" Jian Ling finished speaking and saw Xia Leng's expression of contempt

"Okay, let's go here," Jian Ling found a fairly large clearing after flying for nearly ten minutes.

I saw a palm-sized spiritual power condensed in my hand, but it was obvious that the spiritual power was very thin, and I couldn't even see it, but the most important thing was that Xia Leng hadn't awakened the spiritual root yet, so the visibility was even lower.

Jian Ling channeled spiritual power into my left arm, and I saw a figure slowly emerge from my left hand, and if you look closely, there is also a butterfly, and the whole pattern can be found to form a phantom word if you look closely.

Suddenly, the nearby spiritual power surged wildly, rushing straight into Xia Leng's palms, if it was an ordinary person, it would be over with a word, but Xia Leng began to extract the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on his own.

"What the hell" Jian Ling was also frightened at this time, but he felt that this spiritual power seemed to be very gentle, so he jumped away.

"After all, you are an apprentice, and you won't rob you if you have the opportunity to be a teacher," Jian Ling covered his mouth and snickered.

If Xia Leng was already an immortal cultivator at this time, he could feel that there was a very fierce and menacing rush towards Xia Leng.