Although it is late autumn now, the temperature in the afternoon is still very high, and the scorching sun pierces his eyelids on the wasteland, which wakes up the tired Wang Sheng from his deep sleep.

Although his eyes had slowly opened, his brain had not yet awakened at this time, and in a trance, Wang Sheng felt that he was back in the 'Qingfenyuan Canteen' the size of Huaqing, and he was sweating with a group of classmates competing for the spicy fragrant pot.

He was tired and hungry, as if he had just finished a full marathon. It's just that these classmates are very uninteresting, every time Wang Sheng picks up a fish ball and bacon, he is always snatched away by other people with chopsticks, the more hungry he is, the more he can't grab it, and he is so anxious that he almost stands on the table.

He saw that his brother, who was usually very good, stuffed the last piece of fish tofu into his mouth, and suddenly became angry, he snatched the iron pot on the table and buried his face in it.

But for some reason, this iron pot is very clean, and if you look closely, a thousand rays of light shoot out of the pot. Wang Sheng was so frightened that he hurriedly let go, and the iron pot flew far into the sky, turning into a fierce tomorrow, shining his eyes painfully.

This completely frightened Wang Sheng awake, followed by the pain of wounds all over his body, as well as the incomparably empty hunger in his abdomen. He struggled to tilt his body, wanting to take out Sun Yun's magic pocket to take a look, yesterday he saw that there seemed to be some medicine in it, and it was good to find something to eat the undead to satisfy his hunger.

As soon as his consciousness entered the magical space, the first thing he saw was the iron halberd that was still smashing around, but it was a mess all around. Everything in his space, including the magic pocket that had been stuffed into it yesterday, had been torn into tiny pieces by the iron halberd.

Wang Sheng searched for a long time, but he couldn't find anything to eat, and everything was photographed into a wreckage the size of a grain of sand. With a thought, the muck was transported out of his body and dispersed with a gust of autumn wind, which was a big cleaning of the space.

Now he had nothing else on him, so he could only pull a few strips of cloth from his clothes and simply bandage his wounds. Looking down at his dirty beggar appearance, Wang Sheng couldn't help but sigh and secretly thought that other people's families crossed over, either as an emperor or as a prince, I couldn't even mix food and clothing, it was too embarrassing.

In the future, when I have money, I must fill the space with a lot of food before going out, I don't want to be a starving traverser.

Sitting in a daze, naturally he couldn't wait for the hamburger to fall from the sky, Wang Sheng breathed a few breaths, stood up slowly, and continued to walk east. He wanted to find a random small animal as a prey, so that he could have a full meal, isn't that how it is played on TV?

I don't know if it was these days of escaping death that Wang Sheng's good luck was exhausted, he staggered on this wasteland for a long time, and he didn't even meet a living thing.

It wasn't until near evening that he met the hare that had been stunned, and Wang Sheng, who was hungry and crazy, had blue eyes, and turned all the true yuan that he had accumulated for a long time into a 'flywheel storm'. The stupid rabbit didn't even move the nest, it was smashed to pieces, and then Wang Sheng, who pounced on him, caught it in his mouth and ate it raw. A few mouthfuls of flesh and blood gave him a feeling of rebirth, which was wonderful.

Fortunately, this wasteland is not very large, and after walking for a day and a night, Wang Sheng saw a house hidden in the woods, and there were more animals here. Finally, he didn't have to starve anymore, and he exchanged his prey for a set of coarse cloth clothes with the villagers, and turned himself back to a normal person.

After eating and drinking enough, Wang Sheng began to play the idea of the iron halberd. The cold light of this iron halberd flickered throughout the body, and it was particularly conspicuous in the space. At this moment, it was no longer flying all over the sky, but lying quietly on the ground, with a kind of 'I'm a baby, come and take me!' inside and out, which made his heart itch.

Wang Sheng didn't know what kind of mage the Huafu City Lord was, and he didn't know how to collect this magic weapon for his own use, so he could only rely on his own guesses.

After weighing the pros and cons, Wang Sheng decided to try the true element of the "Book of Eternal Life" first. Through several years of cultivation and exploration, he found that the Taoist cultivation system in his body and the magic system of the Tian Yuan Continent seemed to be two sets of parallel cultivation systems.

Both systems have their own merits, and there is no difference between them and their subordination. The true yuan cultivated by the "Eternal Life Sutra" is peaceful and peaceful, and the cultivation of the body and refining the gods is as smooth and easy as the broad road. In this world full of spiritual power, Wang Sheng felt that it would not take too long, so he cultivated this "Immortal Sutra" to the end, which is the peak of the so-called Qi refining period, and as for the realm after that, he could only rely on his own exploration.

The magic system is clear in level, and the direction is more clear, not only the attack power is off the charts, but also the life span can be increased by many times when the magician is promoted to a level. This can be said to be the same as the ultimate goal of Taoist cultivation of truth.

It's just that according to Wang Sheng's observation, if the magicians of the Tian Yuan Continent want to upgrade, it is extremely difficult, not only need their own hard work, but also need great luck.

As for the iron halberd in his space, Wang Sheng had already automatically defined it as a magic weapon like a flying sword in his heart. If you can control it with the true element, at that time, 'Edgeworth will ride the wind and eliminate the demons between heaven and earth', it must be very chic. So the first plan he chose was to use Zhenyuan to slowly hold up the iron halberd, and let it fly around in his own space first.

Wang Sheng's face was full of excitement, and he took out a wisp of True Yuan and poked it out from the bottom of the space, who knew that as soon as he touched the surface of the iron halberd, this wisp of True Yuan was sucked in. And the iron halberd that had absorbed the true element, suddenly the tip of the halberd lit up, like a rocket filled with fuel, 'whoosh', it flew up, and began to fly in his space again. Fortunately, the magic space has its own world, and the boundary of the space is the end of the world, and no matter how the iron halberd collides, it cannot be shaken in the slightest.

The dumbfounded Wang Sheng waited for another two or three days before the iron halberd slowly fell back to the ground. In the following days, Wang Sheng experimented with wind-based magic, fire-based magic, and half-baked light-based magic. But no matter which posture he touched, he would be used as a tonic by the iron halberd, and he would be sucked clean in an instant, and then the sky would be full of chaos day and night.

These routines are all useless, is it possible that this magic weapon will not be able to recognize the master with blood? For the sake of his own 'Iron Halberd' plan, Wang Sheng is not stingy at all. He opened his mouth and bit his finger, squeezed out a drop of blood and held it with Zhenyuan, and smeared it on the iron halberd, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see any reaction from the other party.

Maybe it was because the blood volume was not enough, the persistent Wang Sheng squeezed hard again, and made a large ball of blood and sprinkled it, but the iron halberd was still the same, ignoring Wang Sheng's blood sprinkling behavior, ignoring and not moving.

Wang Sheng, who was exhausted by Jiang Lang's talents, was finally convinced, he couldn't control this thing at all, because he couldn't touch it, and even wanted to put this garbage. You can't throw it away from the space. In desperation, he can only let this iron halberd lie in his own space and ignore him, just treat it as a stinky piece of land.

Wang Sheng gave up his dream of flying on an iron halberd, and could only continue to walk with his own feet. He searched all the way, and it took him two months to finally return to the nameless village where he had first crossed.

He had been wandering for more than four years, but the village was still the same as when he left, and there was no change in the slightest.

At this time, it was already evening, Wang Sheng did not alarm the third uncle who was telling the story to everyone under the big tree at the entrance of the village, but circled around the village for half a circle and returned directly to the small courtyard of his house.

He thought that after he had been gone for so long, he didn't know what the house would be dilapidated, but who knew that both the courtyard and the house were clean and tidy, and it was even better than when he lived here. When he turned around and saw a few neatly folded clothes and pants on his small bed, Wang Sheng's heart gushed out with the long-lost warmth again.

For more than three years, he has been living in the world of magicians, and the peace and tranquility in his heart are almost gone, and now he returns to this simple pastoral life, and he doesn't know if he can adapt to it. Wang Sheng sat on the bed in a daze, stroking those childhood clothes, and began to think about his next step.

The sunset outside the window shone on the sheets beside him, and when he was dazzling, there were three patches that were broken in the middle and imprinted into Wang Sheng's eyes. The gentleman has a relationship, first lost and then won the master, benefit, southwest friends, northeast mourning friends, An Zhenji. ’

It is the destiny of heaven to have no intention of taking images, and dividing them with the situation.

The hexagram says that if you stick to your dreams and make a difference, good things will definitely happen in the southwest direction, which is a superior hexagram.

This heaven-sent hexagram gave Wang Sheng a new purpose and motivation, if he wanted to understand the mysteries of magic and cultivation, and wanted to obtain supreme mana to become an immortal, he naturally couldn't be satisfied with the status quo and hid in this small village to enjoy peace.

After he made up his mind, he was no longer confused, and after calming down, he suddenly felt that the true element of the "Immortal Sutra" in his body had a trace of vibration.

Wang Sheng felt something in his heart, and hurriedly sat cross-legged, pondering and looking inward. In the past three years, he has been fully nourished, and his inner breath has grown rapidly. The twelve positive meridians were also solid and strong by his cultivation. After these few days of fighting and desperately, the group of true yuan in his dantian actually had a feeling of eagerness to try.

This is exactly the image of accumulation, of course Wang Sheng will not miss it, he silently recited the meditation mantra, guided the true yuan to run around in his body, and then suddenly rushed towards his 'Ren Du Second Pulse'.

Suddenly, there was a roar in his ears, and the two middle lines in front and back of his body, one cold and one hot, were all 'clicking'. This sound didn't last long, Wang Sheng's true yuan was very fast, breaking through dozens of acupuncture points in the blink of an eye, and running in a circle on the two veins. An extremely strong feeling of comfort permeated his whole body, making him can't help but let out a low roar.

From then on, his true yuan no longer had to be carried by his mind, and they could pass through the 'Rendu Second Vein' by themselves, freely traveling through the different meridians in his body, and he was cultivating on his own at any time and at any time.

The 'Rendu Second Pulse' is the first of the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, located in the middle of the front and back of the human body, because there is no nourishment of internal organs, since birth, it has gradually atrophied.

Only when the meridians in the positive position of the body are all transparent, can the cultivator rely on the powerful true element to break through one breath, so that the dragon and tiger can return to the innate and really step on the door of cultivation.

As for those methods of 'Zhou Tian Transport' that are passed down in the world, if they have no foundation, they vainly try to practice 365 circles a day, and they can get through the 'Ren Du Second Vein' and become immortals, which is tantamount to a fool's dream.

The light ones are time-consuming and laborious, and they gain nothing, and the heavy ones are obsessed with injuries and lose their longevity. Even on the "Book of Eternal Life", it is said that 'Ren Governor meets, and dragons and tigers intersect. Said to be the most important.

Wang Sheng's last life was when he was twenty-five years old, and he only practiced to this realm, and this time he broke through and stood up, and it was a full twelve years ahead of schedule.

Early the next morning, Xiao Cui, who had already married Erzhuzi, took a broom and went to Wang Sheng's house to clean as usual. As soon as she entered the house, she saw someone on the table carving a calf with a wood knife. The calf stands on both feet, one hand outstretched, his thumb and index finger clasped into a ring, and the other three fingers raised towards the sky.

Xiao Cui, who was pleasantly surprised, suddenly shouted: "The big cow is back~! The big cow is back~!"

After a while, the third uncle, Aunt Li, Erzhuzi and other villagers all ran over in a hurry, and everyone couldn't find anyone everywhere, so they were pulled over by Xiaocui to see the calf carved on the table.

Xiao Cui explained: "This is what Da Niu taught me, and this gesture is called 'oh la', which is a good meaning. ”

The third uncle twisted his goatee, shook his head and said, "This big cow should have come back, and when we see that we are all safe, we will go to his future again." Da Niu, this kid, is smart and old-fashioned, and he won't suffer, so everyone can rest assured. ”

Under the big tree at the entrance of the village, Xiaocui was still comforting Aunt Li, who was crying, and the two kept chattering, and they didn't know if the big cow had clothes to wear or food.

In the crops in the southwest, large fields of wheat have bent down, and this year is another good year, and the harvest must be good.