The afternoon sun lazily sprinkled on the streets and alleys of Jinyang City, Xu Fusheng walked through the streets of the slum unhurriedly, and with a warm smile on his face, he carefully looked at the low shacks, the rugged dirt roads and the frozen sewage on both sides.

It's hard to imagine that a character like the Master of Fantasy would live in such a place, which is probably the real hidden in the city.

Coming to a small courtyard, Xu Fusheng stopped, even a blind man knew that he had found the right place.

This 10-square-meter courtyard is surrounded by a fence, and the fence is just ordinary wooden strips, but somehow, it makes people feel extremely calm.

The courtyard was cleaned and spotless, and it seemed that the noisy and dirty environment was separated by that fence.

A thin old man was sitting in the courtyard, chopping wood one by one. Beside the old man was a small red clay stove with a pot of tea boiling on it. The delicate little teapot is simple and elegant, and the heat is slowly overflowing from the spout.

Xu Fusheng, who had seen many art masters in his previous life, couldn't help but admire in his heart, although the small courtyard was simple, it was elegantly and naturally decorated, and even such mundane things as himself felt that his body and mind were quiet.

The piece that the old man was chopping was called firewood, rather than a stump, which was somewhat rotten, but on this day, it was extremely hard to freeze. A rusty axe in the old man's hand slowly lifted and fell, but like cutting into a piece of tofu, he gently and skillfully chopped down a one-foot-long and three-finger-wide piece of firewood.

Xu Fusheng coughed lightly and said in a crepe manner: "Hello old man, my name is Xu Fusheng, and I have stolen Fusheng's idle life for half a day." There are some things I would like to ask you for, so I came to pay you a visit. ”

The old man didn't raise his head and said, "Who are you, can't you even knock on the door when you come in?!" I am a bad old man who can teach you something, I'm afraid you recognize the wrong person, please help me close the door when I go out." ”

Xu Fusheng naturally wouldn't be sent away so easily, he looked at the courtyard with a smile on his face, pulled over a chair, sat directly opposite the old man, picked up the teapot in front of the old man, poured himself a cup of tea, and tasted it.

The old man's face couldn't help but change, and a trace of anger flashed on the old man's face, and he was immediately suppressed again.

Xu Fusheng didn't care about the old man's anger, squinted his eyes, and looked at the old man from head to foot, and from foot to head, just like a pervert looking at a stripped lamb, and he didn't do it so carefully.

For a moment, the courtyard was surprisingly quiet, and only the panting sound of the old man's bellows was heard.

"Dream Master!" Xu Fusheng whispered softly, but it was like thunder in the old man's ears, so startled that he jumped up, and the teapot also fell.

Xu Fusheng snorted lightly, didn't get up, just stretched out his hand, and the teapot turned over lightly in the air, and fell into his hand steadily.

There was another moment of silence in the room.

The old man said slowly, "Dreamy, dreamy." Alas, no one has mentioned this name for more than a decade.

The Master of Dreams is long dead. If you don't have anything else to do, please go back. The old man is old, and he doesn't have much to live, and in the end, he just wants to be quiet. ”

Xu Fusheng paused and stopped talking. Having studied the previous deeds of the Dream Master, he just picked up the small teapot and observed. After a while, he shook his head, "Alas, everything is like a dream, it's just a waste of fame."

Just looking at this teapot, you know that you have lived in the market for more than ten years, and your dreamy eyes have long been coated with sewage sludge. It seems that I came for nothing, so I might as well go to the painting garden and find a few famous artists to help. ”

This sentence seemed to touch the old man's scales, and he was furious, and shouted: "You vulgar boy knows what art is! Put down the teapot for me! Don't blame the old man, I'll beat you out!"

Xu Fusheng didn't believe this cruel words. He rolled his eyes, looked at the sky, snorted disdainfully, and said: "I just don't know anything, and I also know this art word, which is exquisite and ingenious."

If you don't create in a quiet environment, can you find inspiration in this place full of sewage and stinking sky? Paint some carvings?

The old man trembled with anger and said: "The art is the way, what is sought is nature, and what is talked about is Shen Yun! Every time you go down, don't follow the nature and conform to the way of heaven, no more, no less, just right."

Where the knife falls, its god appears by itself. Everything in the world is natural, and there are also university questions in this sewage, and children's crying can also enlighten their minds. How can you, a yellow-mouthed child, understand? ”

"Oh?" Xu Fusheng became interested, and said humbly: "I've never heard of this, and I still have to ask for advice." ”

The old man who had been taken to the ditch was furious, and he only begged Xu Fusheng to convince him, letting him know that the word art is broad and profound, and there is no other world in it, and those masters who sell their fame and reputation are just deceiving ordinary people like Xu Fusheng.

This preaching, the old man spoke so bluntly that his mouth was frothing, pointing fingers, until it was dark, and he was still at the end of his mind. I didn't know how many pots of tea I drank to moisten my throat.

As night fell, the two people in the courtyard woke up and quieted down. The old man is still happy, and Xu Fusheng is bitter.

Xu Fusheng stood up and said goodbye. Snorted again and whispered: "You have been talking for so long, I don't know much." If you are really profound and profound, how can you not understand it to me? Just know it, but you can't preach and teach, this is the word master, hum, hum. ”

The old man was furious and wanted to theorize, but Xu Fusheng walked away.

In the early morning of the next day, Xu Fusheng appeared in the dreamy courtyard on time, and this time of bickering, from art to nature, to the realm, time quickly slipped away.

When it comes to profundity, Xu Fusheng may still be a little lacking, but when it comes to bickering, Xu Fusheng is not left behind, and he will always have a way to provoke the anger and interest of the old man.

In this way, day after day, Xu Fusheng came here on time every morning to report, and quarreled with Dream, not caring about anything else, and he was paranoid and met the stubborn Dream Master, who was the opponent of chess.

The courtyard was no longer quiet, the two shouted and screamed, and sometimes fought with each other. Dream had long forgotten to ask Xu Fusheng why he came here every day to quarrel, and later, Xu Fusheng left every day, and he was a little reluctant.

Tossing and turning at night, just thinking about how to convince that kid tomorrow, and also calculated his bad breath for many years. Xu Fusheng quarrels during the day, and he is not idle at night. Anyway, he was full of energy, and he just meditated every day to cultivate his true qi, and he began to be full of energy.

Reading hard night and night, throughout the ages, Tiannan and Haibei, gods, demons, immortals and Buddhas, hundreds of schools, all-encompassing, all-encompassing, reading everything, there are really problems, and occasionally Bai Wanning will be pulled to discuss. He has never been stingy with talents.

As for the neighbors, they have long turned a blind eye to the quarrel between the two and have turned a deaf ear. Every time Xu Fusheng came, he would greet everyone, always bring some candy to share with the children, and also helped the aunts and aunts a lot.

In the meantime, on one occasion, two new pieces of cloth were given to each family, all of which were of the best brand new fabrics.

After coming and going, the street residents felt that Xu Fusheng, who was already more handsome, became more and more amiable, and those old people who lived here also said that in their lives, they had never seen such a sensible child.

So much so that one day after seeing Xu Fusheng walk into the dreamy courtyard, an old man stood on the street with a cane and said loudly: "Fusheng, this child, is a really good person."

My old Gu has lived for more than 60 years, and I have seen a lot of characters when I go south and north, and this child is definitely a dragon and phoenix. Don't think I'm drunk, I can't be wrong to look at people with these eyes!"

Now that the people's aspirations have been decided, the dream days of the opposite side of Xu Fusheng around him are not very good. The neighbors began to talk in a whisper, and then openly to talk.

Later, the neighbors heard the quarrel between the two during the day, and as soon as Xu Fusheng left, they simply talked to the dream theory again. Aunts and aunts have their own trivial truths, which are quite unreasonable and tangled, which are much stronger than Xu Fusheng.

Poor Dream Master argues with Xu Fu during the day every day, and quarrels with the neighbors at night, and even the rest time is squeezed out.

The polemic between the two, Xu Fusheng also began to gradually gain the upper hand, first on the point that "the powerful are not good people", Xu Fusheng fought a dream defeat and loss. His means of buying people's hearts have become more and more harmful, and often at night, the dream master basically has no time to rest.

Dream saw that his position was loosening day by day, and he was worried. But Xu Fusheng will never let go of the water dogs, and soon argues with the vow of "no longer making works of art for any powerful people".

Effortlessly, Xu Fusheng made Dream realize that he was biased and covered the whole. The small mind is too inconsistent with the title of master.

On this day, the two sat opposite each other in the small courtyard to chop firewood and drink tea, looking leisurely and leisurely, and I don't know how many hard-working people who worked in the camp every day.

The axe in the dream's hand flew, splitting neatly fine wood like a quick knife cutting tofu.

Xu Fusheng did not show weakness, these days and the old man's debate, so that his understanding of nature has become clearer and clearer, his ten fingers are like falling flowers, tearing wooden piers like tearing cooked chickens, and tearing out pieces of firewood with empty hands.

The two of them are fighting to the most important point, that is, what is this heavenly way, and whether they can keep it if they swear to the sky.

Xu Fusheng slashed the wood viciously, his eyes showed a fierce light, and said: "Let's not say that there is a god in this world, even if there is a god, so what?"

If it is said that it cannot be managed, it means that its ability is limited, and even if it is a god, it is not omnipotent.

At best, they are just people who are stronger than you and me, but the essence is no different!"

Dream disagreed: "The reason why the Heavenly Dao can be used to swear is because he stands on the top of all things in the world and looks down on all beings. What she sees may not be able to be seen by us, and what she hears, we may not be able to smell. The earth in this world is just the rules she makes.

It took me a lifetime to understand a little bit of the rules of the Great Dao. In the name of the existence of the Heavenly Dao, the oath made is of supreme validity and is worthy of being kept with one's life. ”

Xu Fusheng began to gradually pay attention to the rules of this avenue, this was the first time he had heard this word in the mouths of these people.

But he wanted to think about it, but his mouth was not idle: "Even if there are really immortals in the sky, they really have supreme power, but it is because of our own limitations, we can't see the world beyond it."

It's like a crawling insect that only has a sense of touch and only has the concept of length and width in its world. It's hard to make it understand what high is, right? Just like ants won't understand your work, you have to make your old antique understand the world outside the rules, hehe, hum!"

"I don't understand, do you understand?" said the old man angrily.

"I'm really sorry, these days, it seems that I know more about the rules of operation in this world than you do. Xu Fusheng was not ashamed.

The dream, which had not been well rested for half a month, finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "Okay! I have lived all my life, old man, and I have studied the way of nature for thirty years, and all I know is to chop wood.

If you can cut your firewood better than mine, the old man has no words, and this old life is yours. You don't have to fight the old man every day so hard. If you lose, give the old man a quiet place!"

Xu Fusheng's head was sweating, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I swear to God, we will make up our minds!" But he said in his heart: "This old thing, it turns out that he has been pretending to be stupid with me for half a month, but it is a bit of a doorway." We'll see!"

In the past few days, Xu Fusheng has seen the dream and cut firewood countless times. All kinds of methods have been tried, the old man has no true qi, and the fluctuation of the vitality of heaven and earth should not be too difficult to deal with.

But at this moment, when he saw the thin arm like a firewood stick, wielding a rusty axe, and he was weak, but he cut down a few firewood very easily, and he felt that something was wrong.

Xu Fusheng picked up a piece of firewood, looked at it carefully, and slowly cold sweat flowed down from his forehead, seeing that the fine firewood was neither straight nor symmetrical, but the texture of the wood on the whole body was not half broken, and it was natural.

Xu Fusheng picked up the rusty axe, hugged the wooden pier, and also gently went down with the axe, but when he heard the sound, the wooden pier did not even have a mark. Xu Fusheng took a deep breath, his true qi poured into his arm, and he carried the axe again, learning to dream and slowly fall, although the rusty axe was split into the wood this time, it was only split.

Seeing that Xu Fusheng, who was about to kick the door, did not believe in evil, gritted his teeth, got up and used brute force, but the axe flew through the sawdust. If the dream axe is a completely smokeless job, Xu Fusheng is all relying on brute force to chop wood.

Xu Fusheng wanted to cry without tears, and after more than ten days of hard work, he was stuck at the last level, but he was played by the dream from beginning to end.

But Dream never expected that Xu Fusheng still had a hand, called paranoia.

Xu Fusheng never swung an axe again, but he just held the wooden pier and pondered in the courtyard, ignoring the surroundings and hearing nothing.

It was already dark, and the neighbors around him began to call for Xu Fusheng, but he was like a stone sculpture, not moving.

At night, goose feather snow fell from the sky, and Xu Fu, who sat still, became a snowman.

Dreamily sipping tea in the house, he said slowly: "If you can solve this game, the old man will work for you." ”

When it was night again, Xu Yipin took Xu Qingshan and his party to the small courtyard, and when they saw Xu Fusheng, who didn't say anything at all, they had nothing to do, and they didn't dare to deal with it.

Everyone didn't say a word of cruelty, but there was a kind of resentment in the eyes staring at the dream, the old man was not afraid, watching the Xu family leave, a small family like the Xu family, he was still not afraid.

When night fell again, a cyan figure walked into the small courtyard, she was wearing a light cyan dress, three thousand green silk shawls down, looking majestic, and her beautiful and quiet face was calm and indifferent.

Seeing Bai Wanning's figure, the old man frowned, and slowly got up and walked forward.

Bai Wanning said lightly: "You did it on purpose from the beginning, right." ”

The old man said cautiously: "Wouldn't it be a pity not to carve such a jade." Besides, if someone hadn't deliberately revealed my whereabouts, how could he find the old man and me. It wouldn't be like this, but I didn't expect him to be so paranoid. ”

Bai Wanning was stunned, then sighed, waved her hand and said, "Hey...... I don't know if it's right or wrong, you go first, I hope you can keep your promise, otherwise...... Hmph!"

The old man didn't talk back, just slowly retreated to the room.

Bai Wanning sat opposite Xu Fusheng like this and went to settle down.

At sunrise and sunset, the two of them are like statues, not eating or moving.

I don't know how much time passed, Bai Wanning's figure moved, and I didn't see her make any movements, Xu Fusheng hugged the wooden pier tightly and floated in the air, she waved it down with one hand, and a black lightning bolt submerged into the wooden pier.

The instantaneous blackness illuminates the entire courtyard. All time seemed to stand still at this moment, and in the blink of an eye, the wooden pier in the air split in half and rolled to the ground.

The break is twisted and turned, and the wood grain is not broken at all.

The black mist poured out, Bai Wanning got up slightly, turned to leave, and glanced at the Dream Master who was peeking before leaving, and sat on the ground like a dream master who had been struck by lightning.

In the early morning, Xu Fu moved vividly.

In the blink of an eye, he slapped the dust off his body, and gently picked up the wooden pier that was divided into two pieces on the ground, and merged them into one.

Xu Fusheng gently knocked on the door, invited the dream to come out, and softly asked him to chop wood again.

The haggard Dream took a wooden pier, raised his axe and fell, and a thin piece of wood fell to the ground.

In Xu Fusheng's perceptual world, a faint blue light flashed around the dream body, enveloping the wooden pier, the axe, and himself.

Xu Fusheng smiled faintly and said softly: "Those who exist are just phantoms." ”

After that, Xu Fusheng drew a half-arc with one hand, and a wooden pier gently floated up in the air, flicking his fingers, the wooden pier bloomed like a spring flower, and each of the tiniest wooden threads was separated and danced in the air;

"Thank you Master for your success!" Xu Fusheng turned around and shook his stunned dreams to the ground.

While...... While...... A bell rang in the distance.