Chuanying was wearing a slim robe, cloth shoes with a hundred bottoms, and a flag standing next to it, with the four big characters of "fortune telling and word measurement" written on it, which was completely a dress of a charlatan in the past rivers and lakes.

He sat under the newly repaired overpass, observing the pedestrians coming and going, not shouting, nor taking the initiative to solicit customers.

Compared with Chuanying, a young man, he is undoubtedly a peer of the fairy wind and bones is more convincing, so after a morning, Chuanying still has not opened, and an old liar opposite him has already done three or four orders.

The reason why it is said to be three or four orders is because the old liar is not allowed to ask for money, and there happened to be a hexagram just now that did not deceive people and did not receive money.

Although he has no business, but Chuanying is not at all, setting up a stall to tell fortunes is not his main business, he came here because of the task given to him by Li Ling.

As for why Li Ling arranged this kind of task, in order to pass on the wisdom of the eagle, he had already penetrated, Li Ling wanted him to observe the various states of life, so as to hone his soul, if he really went to shout loudly and attract guests, it would be a matter of sacrificing the basics.

Calming down, Chuan Ying quietly observed the passers-by, and through the physiognomy knowledge seen in the book, he speculated on the blessings and misfortunes of the passers-by.

He knew that the middle-aged woman who had just passed had a disaster in her family, and her life at home must not be easy, this was not that he could calculate the past and future, but the experience in physiognomy.

The middle-aged woman was in a hurry, and there was an indissoluble sadness on her brows, obviously something happened at home, and from the middle-aged woman's face and temperament, it can be seen that she is a mean person, this kind of person is the most selfish, it is difficult to be good to others, and others will not be good to her, so life will definitely be difficult.

He also knew that the young man who walked over just now would soon be imprisoned, and that young man had a murderous and dead aura on his body, and there was still a sharp weapon hidden in his body, obviously he didn't want to live anymore and wanted to kill people.

Death is the jargon of the past, using the psychological theory in Spark University, people have the will to die, there is no hope for the future, and the spiritual temperament shown is completely different, obviously the forehead is black, and disaster is coming.

Chuan Ying analyzed it one by one, only to feel that he had gained a lot, and practicing martial arts was never what a layman thought, just a simple meditation and qi practice.

At most, it can maintain health, and it is impossible to practice real kung fu!

If you want to practice real kung fu, the key is the realm, Buddhism and Zen, Taoism and Confucianism, all of which are sharpening the soul and understanding the realm.

All walks of life, hundreds of schools of learning, as long as they can make results, can be transformed into the realm of martial arts and improve martial arts.

Thinking rapidly flickering, Chuanying only felt that his thinking was clearer, thinking about his various problems, and becoming more organized.

Before, he had a feng shui physiognomy, but from the books, he had never observed a real person in such detail, and Li Ling also deliberately did not tell him, that is, he had the idea of accumulating a lot.

But at this moment, Chuan Ying suddenly saw two men walking towards him, an old man and a young man, the two men were dressed very ordinary, and their appearance and temperament were also ordinary to the extreme, and they did not attract attention at all.

No matter how good it is for any physiognomy master, these are two very ordinary people, without any peculiarities.

Chuan Ying seemed to be the same, but for some reason, looking at the young man walking in front, Chuan Ying had a strange sense of familiarity.

It seems that he has an inexplicable connection with that person, and between the two of them, there seems to be some kind of fate that has been entangled for thousands of lifetimes, which is indescribable.

The old and the young finally stopped in front of Chuanying's stall, and the young man led by him smiled: "How much is the word test?!" ”

Chuanying's mind did not have that strange sense of familiarity, and there was an indescribable taste, but when the other party asked, he still responded: "Ten yuan!" ”

Ten yuan, in this era, is about the price of half a catty of pork, which is not expensive or cheap.

Wang Daoming smiled and tossed a coin and said, "Then I'll test the word once!" ”

Saying that, Wang Daoming didn't care whether Chuanying agreed or not, picked up the pen on the table, and wrote the word "dream" on the yellow paper on the table.

"Dream ......" Chuanying looked at this word, and before he could think deeply, he felt a mental shock and trance, and then lost consciousness.

Chuanying had a dream, a wonderful dream, it was a plausible world, the Song Dynasty died, Kublai Khan became the emperor of the Central Plains, and his younger brother Si Hanfei wanted to open the Temple of the God of War and obtain the suicide note of Wu Mu hidden in the victory hall.

He replaced Li Ling, and a group of masters to destroy this matter, by chance, he entered the Temple of the God of War, not only got Wu Mu's suicide note, but also saw the supreme martial arts that have been legendary in the rivers and lakes for countless years, the God of War Catalog.

After going out, he first fought with the Jin people's national teacher Ba Si Bayi, and then met several confidants, lingered several times, and finally successfully sent Wu Mu's suicide note to the anti-Yuan General Long.

In order to avenge his confidante, he killed himself in the army, took Si Hanfei's collection, and then broke the void and went to the vast unknown world!

At that moment, an unprecedented emotion surged into Chuanying's heart, making him burst into tears.

And in reality, there are tears falling from the corners of Chuanying's eyes!

In a daze, Chuanying woke up, and everything in the dream began to fade away, only remembering a few fragments, but the forty-nine graphics in the Temple of the God of War were deeply imprinted in his heart, letting him know that it was not a simple dream.

When he opened his eyes, Chuan Ying came back to his senses, he was still sitting on the bench, and the yellow paper on the table in front of him was empty, as if everything in Fang Cai was just a dream.

But Chuanying knows that it is not a dream, he is a congenital master, returning to the congenital, he sleeps without dreams, with his energy, even if he does not sleep for seven days and seven nights, there is no big problem, and he will never fall asleep in a daze like ordinary people.

"Who the hell is that young man?!"

Chuanying was horrified, he was also a congenital master, but someone just relied on one word to make him fall into a dream that seemed to be real, the most terrifying thing, the martial arts he learned in the dream were not fake.

Even that experience was the same, although it didn't make him have the realm of broken void like in a dream, but he had a hunch that he knew that after completing the savings of his physical body, he would be able to condense the primordial spirit in a very short time.

This kind of method of dreaming is too incredible, and the immortals and Buddhas are afraid that they don't have this kind of magical power.

"God of War Catalogue, a dream of yellow sorghum, could it be a ......" Suddenly, Chuanying suddenly had a spirit, but he thought of something, and couldn't help but feel like a dream.