The Qianyuan world is vast and boundless, which is divided into four continents: Tianyuan, Earthly Branch, Dongsheng, and Nanli, any continent has a population of more than 100 million, and has a country like the galaxy and Hengsha, in which monsters and beasts are rampant, people and gods live together, and the light is bizarre, of course, the most prominent is the power called 'Cultivator'.

Tian Yuan Continent, Qingyun Mountain Range, Qingyun Lower Courtyard.

Qingyun Sect is one of the nine hegemon-level cultivator forces in the Tianyuan Continent, and there have been five ascending ancestors in a row in the door, and their reputation is far and wide, and there are more than ten fingers of old monsters who have crossed the catastrophe.

Qingyun Lower Court is one of the branches of Qingyun Sect, which is specifically responsible for recruiting and cultivating younger generation of disciples, and every ten years it can recommend one person to worship the main lineage and become a glorious outer disciple.

There are no less than a thousand lower courtyards like this in the entire Tian Yuan Continent, and our story begins in one of these small lower courtyards.

"Fang Yuan, get up and get to work!"

In the miscellaneous dormitory, Fang Yuan got up, rubbed his eyes, his head was still a little confused, and immediately saw several Tsing Yi disciples shouting loudly, looking at his eyes full of disdain.

"Work? Oh, this is the daily homework of the disciples of the lower courtyard, carrying water and chopping wood every day, boiling muscles and bones, and occasionally practicing the breathing exercises, striving to gain a sense of qi and successfully build a foundation......"

Some information suddenly appeared in his mind, and Fang Yuan immediately remembered his identity.

"I was originally only the son of a farmer under the mountain, but by chance, I saved the life of a deacon of the lower house, and he saw that I had some fairy bones, so he sent me up the mountain...... However, he was wrong, although I have immortal bones, I am the only 'waste immortal vein' in a million, and I can't feel the qi for five years, so I have become a laughing stock in the door......"

Although this memory was very real, but for some reason, Fang Yuan instinctively felt that something was wrong, and complained: "Damn...... Why is it the beginning of a waste wood flow, this stalk has already been played badly, okay? ”

As soon as these words came out, even he himself was a little surprised.

The so-called 'waste wood', 'stalk' or something, he himself doesn't understand the meaning, but he blurts it out for some reason.

"Huh? Fang Yuan, are you very bold! ”

Several disciples in Tsing Yi were stunned, although they couldn't figure out what he was talking about, but that kind of playful tone couldn't hide it, and they couldn't help but look unkind.

"Such a waste of firewood, it should have been kicked out of the lower courtyard a long time ago!"

"It's not because of kindness to the king......

"Throughout my sect, there has never been such a brazen person!"

"Such a person still wants to cultivate immortals, I'm sorry!"

"Fang Yuan, see if you are still very energetic, today's chores, you are done alone!"

One of the young men in Tsing Yi walked out, walking calmly, with a chic demeanor, with a faint sense of nobility: "Did you hear what Young Master Ben said?" ”

"What if it's a waste immortal vein?"

Fang Yuan clenched his fists, and the blue veins on his face flared up: "I will definitely succeed in building a foundation, worship the general vein, and become a true immortal cultivator!" ”

"Haha!"

"What did I hear?"

"That waste man said that he wanted to cultivate immortals, and he also wanted to worship the general vein?"

The crowd was silent for a while, and in an instant, more and more ridicule sounded, and the young man who seemed to be from the prince's house looked more and more unkind, and narrowed his eyes: "Don't talk big, be careful of flashing your tongue!" ”

Without him having to do anything, a few doglegs in the back had already surrounded him, obviously preparing to teach Fang Yuan an unforgettable lesson.

"Ahem!"

At this time, a cough sounded, with great majesty.

"Hello Lord Deacon!"

Many teenagers and girls saluted one after another, out of the way, and a middle-aged man walked out slowly, looking around with cold eyes: "What are you doing in a daze?" Why don't you go to morning class yet! ”

"Obey the law!"

Even the princely boy didn't dare to slack off in the face of the deacon, and immediately trotted away, but before leaving, he glanced at Fang Yuan with an inexplicable gaze, which made Fang Yuan's back agitated, and he felt like he was being topped by a snake.

"Go too!"

The middle-aged deacon glanced at Fang Yuan deeply, shook his head, and slowly walked away.

Fang Yuan was silent, and immediately returned to the room, silently carrying the hoe and bamboo basket.

……

The Qingyun Mountains are rich in green wood, which is green and hard like iron, and is an excellent material for building and even ship keels.

Even, after a hundred years, it is enough to serve as the main material of some low-grade magic weapons.

Relying on this income, there is no need for the surrounding small countries to provide supplies, and the Qingyun Lower Courtyard is enough to maintain a good life.

And cutting down the green wood has become the daily homework of those low-level disciples.

Of course, like Fang Yuan, who has been here for five years and has not comprehended a trace of qi, is still unique.

Bang!

The firewood knife was cut on a green wood with the thickness of a tea cup, and there was a dull sound, and the huge anti-shock force made Fang Yuan's mouth hot, and his arm was slightly sore.

He took a deep breath, his face unchanged, and slashed out again, deliberately adjusting his breath to exhale at a specific frequency.

"Cutting wood and practicing every day is to gain a sense of qi by boiling qi and blood, honing muscles and bones, and consolidating the foundation and cultivating the yuan...... Even though the qualifications are very poor, I can get started in a year, but I used it for five years......"

After a morning, Fang Yuan finally cut off the green wood in front of him, wiped the hot sweat on his face, and smiled bitterly: "After gaining the sense of qi, you have to build a foundation in a hundred days before you can enter the qi training period!" There are thirteen stages of Qi cultivation, and only by cultivating to the realm of Great Perfection can one refine the Gang Condensation and obtain the qualification to truly enter the general vein...... After hearing about the Gangsha period, it is the intersection of dragons and tigers in the body, catching and filling in the obstacles, surviving the nineteen thunder tribulations, and achieving a great golden pill! ”

"Only the Jindan period is the real standard for outer disciples, and when you go through the three or nine tribulations and condense the Yuan Infant, you can enter the inner gate...... After that, there are distractions, transformations, and mergers...... All kinds of realms, step by step is more and more difficult, and the thunder tribulation is also more and more terrifying, to the tribulation period, every hundred years there is a ninety-nine wind and fire thunder tribulation, if you can spend nine times in a row, you can finally lift the sun to soar, go to the upper realm, become an immortal to do the holy ...... I must become an immortal!! ”

"Wait...... It's so familiar with the setting of cultivating immortals...... What strange things am I saying again? ”

Fang Yuan touched his head, poured a sip of water, and prepared to continue cutting.

"Found it, he's here!"

Suddenly, there was a cheer on the mountain path, and several figures appeared.

When Fang Yuan saw it, he immediately screamed bitterly.

Because what appeared was the little marquis from the princely family, as well as a few dog-legged followers.

Fang Yuan...... You were lucky to have a deacon in the morning, but now it's in the wilderness, and I see who will come to your rescue! ”

A young man as strong as an ox stepped forward with a sinister smile, and the fist and skull made a popping sound like fried beans.

"These are all disciples who have comprehended qi and entered the qi cultivation period, and I am not an opponent...... Run! ”

Fang Yuan didn't think about it, turned around and ran.

These doglegs alone are very difficult, not to mention that the little Hou Ye has the support of the entire Hou Mansion, and he is highly qualified, and his progress is rapid, and it is rumored that he is about to enter the intermediate realm of Qi cultivation fivefold!

"Chase!"

Seeing Fang Yuan running away, a few doglegs naturally rushed to catch up.

They had a long physical strength and extremely fast speed, and they were outflanked, instantly forcing Fang Yuan to a cliff Jedi.

"Haha...... Run again, you! ”

Several people divided up to block the way out, and the little marquis stood behind a few people, looking excited: "Give me a half-dead beating!" Let's see if he dares to talk to Sister Shui Ling'er! ”

"What?"

Fang Yuan suddenly felt very wronged: "Is he because he doesn't like me like this?" But Senior Sister Shui Ling'er and I were absolutely ruthless, and we just said a few words......"

"Hell, I'm about to be seriously injured for some reason, is there anyone more ...... than me?"

I don't know why, seeing this scene, Fang Yuan suddenly felt very familiar again.

It's as if I've been through this scene before, because an unrelated woman got into trouble.

"It's the feeling again...... Wait, I'...... Why run? Why am I here? ”

"I ...... Who the hell is it? ”

Fang Yuan muttered, his pupils were confused for a while, and then he immediately released his essence, and his whole person's aura suddenly changed.

"Hit him!"

A few doglegs wouldn't give him time and pounced one after another.

"Drink! Talon Hand! ”

The figure flashed a few times, and the sound of fractures and screams came, and the face of the little marquis suddenly changed.

Because the predicted scene did not appear, he was beaten to the ground, screaming miserably, and it was a few of his doglegs.

"Secular Martial Arts ......"

He frowned: "Is it that strong?" ”

"Once I set foot on the Qingyun Road, today I know that I am me!"

Fang Yuan didn't care about him, laughed loudly, and looked extremely cheerful: "It turns out ...... That's what it's like to be a dreamer! ”

He now understands that this whole world is his dream!

And when people are in a dream, from being confused by the five aggregates, to waking up and realizing that they are dreaming, it is a great level for the dream master to get started!

Not everyone in a dream immediately realizes that they are dreaming.

If you get drunk and get lost, you may become insane.

But this level, Fang Yuan easily passed in the first dream!

"Master didn't teach me nothing......

When Fang Yuan saw this, he was very emotional.

Although the Asking Heart Lay did not pass on the Dream Master to him at the beginning, the cultivation of the Tea Ceremony is definitely related to the Dream Master profession.

And, since I was a child, I grew up in a dream in another world, and I have experience.

Under the combined force of the two, the speed at which he can crack this 'mystery in his dreams' is far beyond that of ordinary people.

"This man...... Are you nervous? ”

Next to him, when the little marquis saw Fang Yuan talking to himself, he was a little jealous, he suddenly gritted his teeth, and took out a flashing talisman from his arms.

This is something that the Hou Mansion spent a lot of money to collect, even though a trace of pain flashed on the little Hou Ye's face, and he immediately pinched it: "Disease!" ”

Shout!

With a flash of light, Fang Yuan's entire arm fell off his shoulder.