"Now that I've started, I want to give you exercises, can I be interested?"

"But it's up to the senior brother to decide." Dream Tho said.

The spirit's brow furrowed slightly.

"Whoever cultivates the Tao has a chosen path. Those who choose themselves are either solid or dusty. Now there are countless exercises in this sect to support each other, in your opinion, why not your own heart? ”

"Because the kid is short-sighted, I believe that with the discernment of the senior brother, he will be able to see what kind of exercises I am suitable for." Meng Che laughed.

"There is a difference between the law. If you have no intention of being bored, wouldn't it be a big mistake! ”

Meng Che thought for a while, and then said: "In the opinion of senior brother, what kind of exercise can be called the strongest!" I think...... Get stronger! ”

"What is Fa Qiang? Why are you strong? ”

"This ......" Meng was stunned, not knowing how to answer.

This concept seems to exist in his heart, perhaps because of the painful experience, he doesn't want to live a life of bullying and humiliation. Perhaps, there is also a teenager's obsession, feeling that strength is supreme and strong can win the world!

"Shopkeeper Ge has a very right saying, 'There is no way to ten thousand laws'. All the Dharma can be called 'the most' in the depths!

"Fire and water are incompatible, but have you ever seen the sparks burning the rivers and seas, and a glass of water extinguishing the sun? That's it. ”

"Senior brother's example is too extreme, basin water bonfire, wet wood is difficult to burn, but it proves that under the same amount, water is stronger than fire. Moreover, if there is a thousand-year-old ice, I am afraid it can solve the disaster of one room! Moncher retorted.

The spirit laughed suddenly.

"It's good to dare to question without peeking at the door. But your point is all wrong. Because what I said was wrong! ”

Dream Che was stunned.

"Cold ice is cold ice, even if it is a thousand years, can there be qualitative changes? A glass of water is soluble.

"The number of Dayan is fifty, and there are nine out of forty. The great extension of everything, water is like this, fire is like this, and so is water and fire!

"A dark spring, extinguished all over the ten thousand fires is inexhaustible, can seal a hundred miles of Jiangyan!

"A cluster of Vermilion Bird Flame, pouring out the three seas will not be extinguished, and thousands of mountains can be burned!

"In this way, all are quality, all are extreme!"

Meng Che seemed to understand, but he still didn't die, and asked, "Then what if you use the Netherworld Spring to pour Vermilion Bird Flame?" ”

The spirit closed its eyes, but the blue veins on the illusory head burst out, and it was obvious that the heart was not at peace.

"That's the end of Zei's talk, brother."

Mengche was secretly happy, and felt that his senior brother was speechless when he was asked.

The spirit suddenly opened its eyes and exhaled a long breath.

"Since you have asked sincerely, I will tell you with great mercy.

"I don't think it will affect your martial arts path. If so, don't blame it for your brother, you found it yourself. ”

Meng Che felt bad, but he didn't know what the senior brother was referring to, so he just listened to the senior brother continue: "How do you define cold and warm? ”

Meng Che thought for a while and replied slowly: "Trembling is cold, cool is warm, warm is warm, and backing is hot." ”

"Water condenses into ice, and water boils into steam. Ice is water? Is steam water? The spirit continued.

"Ice melts into water, vapor condenses into water, naturally."

"It is bounded by water turning into ice and steam, of which one hundred is divided into equal parts, and the extreme cold is two hundred and seventy-three under the ice!"

"Why?" Meng Che was puzzled, what he thought, cold, should have no limit, no end.

"The heat is extreme, hundreds, thousands, thousands, billions, trillions, Beijing, walls, seeds, grains, ditches, and ditches are seven ditches of five!"

“？” Meng Che was completely confused, and asked cautiously, "In this way, the heat is much stronger than the cold. ”

"Not really." Senior Brother laughed, "Our world is made up of countless tiny particles, and the vibration of the particles is macroscopically manifested as perceptible warmth and coldness, which can also be called temperature. I don't know if Vermilion Bird Flame can raise the vibrations of the particles that make up the Nether Spring above the ice. The temperature of Vermilion Bird Flame exceeds 10 million, and such a rooted fire can be extinguished by extraordinary things. ”

"Ten million!" Dream was shocked.

As the senior brother said, the ice is zero, and the steam is hundred. Hot water can't be touched, it's not as good as a hundred, and it's tens of millions! But, what is the concept of five of seven ditches? How much bigger than 10 million?

"Senior brother, what is the five of seven ditches? Who can control it? ”

"It was a point, called the singularity, the beginning of time and space. This temperature is also known as Planck temperature. Out of time," the spirit's illusory arm stretched out, its clenched fist bursting open, "boom, blow up this world." ”

"Planck? Is it an immortal? Or is it the god of creation? ”

"Huh? Creation of the world? The spirit was surprised, and then realized, "You have a novel?" ”

"In this novel, a lot of people have said that the gods of the world." Meng Che replied honestly.

"Planck is not an immortal, let alone a realm god, just a mortal." The spirit didn't look at Meng Che anymore, but just looked at the empty space in the distance, as if recalling, "But he explained what cultivators couldn't understand and couldn't tell for many generations. ”

Mengche felt that his head was a little inadequate, he had never read these things in books. If he wasn't afraid of angering his senior brother, he would definitely say that he was crazy.

Cold and hot poles? Particle? Vibration? Ditch? Planck? Singularity? …… Still blowing up the world? Churro pan?

Meng Che took a deep breath and said, "Senior brother, I want to practice the fire system exercises!" ”

"Why?"

"Because...... Because ......" Meng thought about it, as if he was enlightened, and said loudly: "According to Senior Brother, if you cultivate to the extreme, you can create a world!" ”

The spirit body's eyes widened: "Aren't you listening to me, Vermilion Bird Inflammation is only ten million degrees, which is equivalent to nothing for the ditch!" ”

"People, you must have dreams!"

"Dream you #¥%......&*, pig?"

"Then I cultivate the ice system, and the ultimate is only two hundred and seventy-three under the ice, which is much simpler than the fire system!"

"*&^%¥#......" the spirit cursed and approached Mengche, "You don't want anything, you just want to cultivate the Dream Dao." So saying, a scripture was passed on the head of Mengche.

The headache came again, and Meng Che almost fainted in pain.

Senior brother is not in a good mood this time, and he is not like a desolate scripture. Rather, it is like a plate print, which is formed at one time, and it is extremely painful.

In addition to being in pain, Meng Che was still slandering his senior brother for having already made a decision, and he was still pretending to ask his opinion. But then the mind and consciousness were drawn to the exercises.

"Dream Sutra!"

Mengche's consciousness is plunged into a bizarre and colorful illusory place, surrounded by flaring spots of light and pulsing, and the scene is endlessly changing. Meng Che wanted to open his eyes to see all this, but his eyelids seemed to be hanging on a jack pendant, and opening a crack was already the limit, feeling that his body was no longer obedient, struggling and turning in place. He tried to remember these brilliance, but suddenly he found that he could not remember anything, and the colors that had just flashed were forgotten the next moment.

I don't know how long it took for Meng Che to wake up in a dead silence.

"It's ...... Where? ”

As far as the eye can see, all eyes are white.

"Isn't it my senior brother who is teaching me the exercises? How so? Am I dying of pain? Meng Che muttered to himself.

He struggled to his feet and looked around. "What about the Yama Temple? What about the ushers? How come there is nothing? ”

Moncher ran, and no matter how far he ran, nothing changed in the scene. So he stopped, killing time with a clumsy punch.

After a while, he began to worry, worried about his father and sister. He was worried about the promise he had made, he would go to Xiangwumen to find them, he owed his sister a fairy country, he owed Huang Guan a favor, and he owed Qin'er an agreement.

Do you want to break it yourself? Traveling alone, just out of Qingqiu City, did you die before you even got out of the Foggy Lake Courtyard? Delusional to enter Tiling? Do you want to cross the mountain range to Tiling Mansion to make an appointment?

There is no concept of time here, everything seems to stand still. No hunger, no thirst, no travel, I don't know what else to do but remember and think?

It's five days now? Seven days? Nine days? Eleven days?

Dream Che gradually felt fear.

He recalls his short life, and he can remember every bit of it.

He thinks about all the most boring questions.

He went berserk, screamed, and even harmed himself.

But he found that everything was in vain. He couldn't stand the injury, he couldn't destroy the ground, and the whole world didn't have the slightest echo except his own breathing.

Half? A year?

Dream Che slumped numbly to the ground, his body twisted, as if he had no bones and no soul. His eyes were hollow, and his pupils seemed to be unable to focus, on the verge of collapse.

Three years? Five years?

It was as if the endless time and life span were tormenting the dream. His eyes were red, his clothes were long gone, and he didn't know how far he had been lost. The voice was still loud, but it seemed to have lost its meaning, and it was difficult to form a complete sentence. He hadn't spoken in so long that he had almost forgotten the pronunciation.

Decade? Twenty years?

Who am I? Where did it come from? Where to go? Where is this? These questions tormented Yumeche, but he seemed to have lost the ability to think. In the dead silence of his lifespan, all his thoughts are rapidly degrading, and he may be able to communicate with the mountain apes at this moment.

Fifty years.

Meng Che is still a teenager, but the vicissitudes in his eyes seem to make those who watch realize the ruthlessness of time. Sitting here, he's feeling the world. There is no wind, no moon, no sun, no stars, no mountains, rivers, waterfalls and rocks, no city buildings, and no lawgrass plantations. But he learned to feel the silence of the world. Use his only remaining memories to construct the illusory grass and trees in his memory.

Five hundred years.

There is no wind in this world, but there is air. Meng Che pushed his palms and fists countless times, and had already comprehended some of the mysteries of the wind from the air flow he was driving. There are smooth laminar flows, there are also chaotic turbulent flows, he feels the collision of "particles", finds balance in extreme disorder, and can even use a few simple actions to create a few wind scrolls around him.

A thousand years.

Moncher had forgotten the original language, the words, but he had created a new language of his own, which only he understood. He has created an enduring wind domain in several areas, and the wind howls and singular, and the strange tones record every bit of his feelings.

Three thousand years.

In the midst of endless space, there is a city.

The wind is the sky, the wind is the earth, and the wind is the landscape.

The wind is the street, the wind is the road, and the weathering is even the wall.

The wind is man, the wind is the horse, and the wind is everything.

In the Windy City, there is an altar with the wind as its body, and the statue of him is sculpted.

And Mengche, outside the city gates, stepped on the void. Looking back, it is as quiet as a secluded pool, which makes people indulge.

Then, he fainted and fell to the ground.

The wind is still there, and the city is still there. But when I woke up, I only had trillions of surprises in my eyes.

"Oh my God! What is this place? Senior brother's exercises are really big scenes! Such a magnificent Windy City! Meng Che couldn't help but exclaim.

There is a strange font in front of the city gate, I don't know what it means, the cover is the name of the city.

As he drew closer, the gates opened.

At first glance, Monche was attracted by the statue as tall as the mountain in the castle.

The statue was dressed in strange costumes, and although its head was six miles in size, it was still difficult to see its face when it stood on the ground.

"Is this the Immortal Mansion?" Meng Che muttered to himself, "The body of an immortal is for all beings in this city to worship!" ”

"Prayer for dreams, is it to pray for blessings here?"

Mengche approached the statue, bowed deeply, and said no more.

Leave behind the wind and howl.