"Am I really dreaming?"

Looking around at the endless distortion of light around him, An Qisheng wanted to pinch himself, but he was in a state at this time, with neither hands nor bodies.

At this time, An Qisheng was like a wisp of green smoke, a ghost, surrounded by indescribable things.

The reason why he can't say it is indescribable is because he is going back so fast, so fast that the flow of all the scenes around him exceeds the limit of his perception.

"What is the streamer that enters my spirit......

Endless light and shadow flickered, and An Qisheng only felt a shock to his body, if he had a body.

In his senses, he is like a small fish jumping out of the river, and suddenly he enters a completely different environment!

Immediately, he only felt that the light in his heart was shining, and he couldn't see it!

An Qisheng's heart swayed, and in the brilliant light, he faintly saw a broken ancient scroll.....

Or rather, it's a broken picture.

At a glance, An Qisheng could already feel the reckless aura on the scroll.

"This is the depths of my soul, and that scroll may be the origin of my power......"

A hint of enlightenment rose in An Qisheng's heart.

Because of the fusion of that unknown streamer, his spiritual power was unprecedentedly strong, and he finally sensed the state in his soul.

That quaint picture seems to exist in his soul.

"What is this picture?"

Even though he knew it was in his soul, he still didn't know what that picture was.

Boom~

As An Qisheng's mind moved, the huge picture scroll that I don't know how huge it was, converged its brilliance and slowly unfolded.

It's white.

There is a blank space in the scroll, which seems to be just a blank painting.

But An Qisheng looked at it intently, and words had already appeared in the scroll:

【An Qisheng (Dao Yi Tu Master)】

[Shou Yuan: 29 (Xuanxing) Status: Origin Loss]

[Specialty: Big Dream Thousand Autumns (One-star Miracle Skills)]

【Treasure: Sword of Throne (1/8)】

[Trajectory of this life: unpredictable]

[Dao power: 22 points]

"The Tao is a picture ......."

A lot of information surfaced in An Qisheng's mind, which made him somewhat enlightened.

This painting is called 'Tao One', taken from the Tao of the One, one life two, two three and three things, its origin is no longer exquisite, only that it was broken into many pieces in a great war.

One of them, for some reason, was obtained by him.

And this incomplete 'Dao Yi Tu' is also the root of his desperate situation, and it is it that consumes his origin day after day, year after year, that makes him think that he is terminally ill.

Originally, with his current spiritual power, he couldn't perceive the existence of 'Dao Yitu' at all, but it was the royal sword that recognized the master, which made his spiritual power skyrocket, so he barely communicated with 'Dao Yitu'.

At this time, An Qisheng knew that the sword of royal power that Tong Zhengyang had seen in his memory had become his inexplicably.

But at this time, his attention was no longer on the sword of royal power, but on his terminal illness.

He originally thought that he could be cured without medicine as long as he held the pill, but at this time he knew that if he couldn't make up for the shortfall.

Even if he holds Dan Chenggang, as long as he can't make up for the deficit of his origin.

Six and a half years at most, he will still die.

He subconsciously believed in this 'Tao Yitu'.

"If virtue does not match, there will be disaster......."

When he came back to his senses, An Qisheng knew it in his heart.

He didn't have any negative emotions, although the source was lost, it had become an established fact, whether it was indignation or regret, it had no effect.

He has always been a pragmatic person.

With a thought in mind, he asked the 'Tao Yitu':

"What's your use? How can I make up for my origins? ”

Airplanes~

The scroll trembled slightly, and the light on it flowed like water;

[Dao Yi Tu (1 in 50, extremely mutilated)]

[Ability 1: Big dreams for thousands of years (mastered by the owner)]

[Ability 2: Insight into oneself (mastered by the figure owner)]

[Ability 3: Omniscient (the owner of the picture has not yet mastered it)]

[Does it consume Dao power to search for the method of completing the origin? 】

Looking at the handwriting that appeared on the Daoyi map, An Qisheng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, as long as there was a way.

"Omniscient? The tone is not small......"

An Qisheng's heart moved, and he responded:

"Yes!"

[Consume 10,000 Dao power to search for and complete the method of the source...... Lack of Dao power, search failed]

“.......”

Anqisheng was speechless, this was too dull.

Xiao Ai's classmates are better than you.

"What is Dao Power? How do I get it? ”

An Qisheng asked again.

[All the power contained in the Dao is the power of the Dao, and the method of obtaining it is as follows:

One: Find the fragments of the Tao map.

2. Self-perception.

Three: the way of understanding of others. 】

"Dao Li ......"

A lot of information flashed in An Qisheng's heart, and he couldn't help frowning.

But looking at the explanation, this power is extremely difficult to obtain.

He's only 22 points now, and God knows how long it will take to get 10,000 Dao power?

You know, according to the 'Tao Yitu', your life is less than seven years.

Many thoughts flashed one by one, and it took a long time for An Qisheng to calm down:

"Where am I going at this point?"

[Sensing the master's urgent idea of falling into a dream, according to the world coordinates provided by the owner, the source power is consumed 6,000, and he is dreaming of a thousand from himself]

"My desperate thoughts?"

An Qisheng's heart moved.

When he dreamed of Tongzhengyang before, wasn't the most urgent thought in his heart to go back to the world before Tongzhengyang crossed over?

Did I provide the world coordinates, though?

"What kind of royal sword is it? There are world coordinates in the Sword of Kingship? Am I not in the middle of a journey now? ”

An Qisheng sighed in his heart, and hurriedly asked:

"Will time pass in the outside world in this dream?"

He hasn't forgotten that there is still a Tong Zhengyang to watch from the outside world, and if he delays for too long, I'm afraid it won't be good.

[A big dream is thousands of years, and a breath is a thousand years]

On the quaint picture scroll, the warm light flows like water:

[The owner of the picture can wake up at any time]

"Wait, six thousand Dao forces? Where did I get the 6,000 Dao power? ”

With a sigh of relief in his heart, An Qisheng realized that something was wrong.

Consume 6,000 Dao power to enter the dream realm, where did you get 6,000 Dao power?

[The owner of the picture once obtained other people's Dao Yun and obtained 6,000 Dao Power points]

Dao Yitu is still a question that must be answered, not asked and not answered, rigid and stiff, like a mental retard.

"Someone else's Dao? Be...... Mr. Yang Ming? ”

An Qisheng's heart was shocked, and he already knew the source of the Dao power he had obtained.

The things he touched, only Wang Yangming could leave such a Dao Yun.

He knew he could wake up at any time, but how could Mr. Yangming's gift be wasted?

Besides, his fundamental purpose is to find the weakness of Tong Zhengyang.

There is no point in waking up at this point.

If it is really as Dao Yitu said, 'a big dream is thousands of years, and a breath is a thousand years', I am not in a hurry to go out.

Quan is a long dream, maybe you can find the weakness of Tong Zhengyang.

With a thought in his mind, An Qisheng had already withdrawn from the depths of his soul.

I saw that the land of the Endless Light Monster flashed by, and a huge ball of light emitting a strong white light was already close at hand.

"This is the original world of Tong Zhengyang?"

An Qisheng's thought flashed in his heart, and he had lost all thoughts.

At the last moment, he seemed to see the endless light in the strange land.

There are many more balls of light like this,

A lot, a lot......

........

Dafengguo,

Fengzhou,

Ronghua Mansion,

Thirty miles north of Nanliang County, on top of an unknown small black mountain.

The hill is not more than dozens of zhang high, the forest is not abundant, the flowers and plants are not dense, most of them are black and swarthy mountain rocks, and there are few birds and beasts.

On the hill, there is a dilapidated Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple is not very small, three in and three out, the gate is the front yard, then the inner courtyard, and finally the main hall dedicated to the patriarch.

The courtyard is covered with fallen leaves, and the walls are mottled.

"Master, Master, wake up, wake up, don't leave Tingting, woo...... Master, Master......"

In a room in the inner courtyard, a girl's sad cry was heard.

"Senior sister, don't cry!! If you cry again, you will cry to death before Master is dead!? ”

A male voice reprimanded.

"Woo ......"

The female voice became more and more sad, and she was also aggrieved: "Master, look, before you leave, senior brother has already begun to bully Tingting......."

The male voice seemed to have a big head like a fight, and he couldn't do it when he was angry, so he could only comfort in a whisper:

"Without Master, I will protect you."

"Don't, I want Master ......"

The female voice is stubborn.

"Senior sister! Master told me that I would take care of you, and the doctor said that Master would not live until night......."

"I don't want it, I don't want it, Master won't die!"

"You!"

.......

Who is it?

It's noisy!

Disturbing dreams......

In a daze, An Qisheng seemed to hear someone arguing next to him, saying words that he didn't understand at all, crying and making trouble.

So that he could not sleep again.

As his spirit gradually cleared up, a strange feeling spread in his heart.

His limbs were sore and numb, his body had no strength at all, his chest seemed to be pressed against a big stone, his face was a little stiff, and he didn't open his eyes several times.......

With his control over his body, even if he has two dumbbells hanging from his eyelids, it will not affect his ability to open his eyes.......

"Huh?"

An Qisheng was shocked in his heart, and his spirit was completely sober.

He opened his eyes with all the strength of his body, and his vision was blurry, even less clear than the TV with the least clear picture quality when he was a child.

His gaze froze for a moment before he looked around.

It's an old house with old furnishings and a smell of decay.

In front of the old bed, two children in tattered robes sewn together by several torn clothes lay in front of his bed.

Both of these children were very small, the older boys were about twelve or thirteen, and the girls were younger, eight or nine years old at most.

The same is that they are all dressed in tatters, dirty, thin and thin, and they are like the refugees they have seen on TV!

"Master, you're awake!"

The little girl was inexplicably surprised, and tears came down.

An Qisheng didn't understand what they said at all, he wanted to speak, his mouth was bitter, and the skin of his mouth seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

He wanted to get up, as if there was a mountain pressing down on him.

There is only one pair of eyeballs left in the whole body!