"Star Spirit... Three thousand... Brood... Shield... Star Spirit... Three thousand ......"

Feng Ping woke up from his sleep again.

He lifted the quilt and sat on the bamboo bed trying to calm himself, his clothes wet in cold sweat, followed by a chill down his spine.

Suddenly, Feng Ping's brain felt a bone-crushing pain, which made it difficult for him to resist the urge to tap.

He slammed his head twice, and that's when he felt better.

"Is it getting more and more frequent?"

Feng Ping had a bitter face, put on the cloth shoes under the bamboo bed, walked to the charcoal stove in the center of the room, picked up a few pieces of charcoal and threw them in.

The stove, which was about to go out, rekindled the spark, and the cold and airy broken bamboo house finally had some temperature.

"If the traverser mixes up with me, there is no one left."

Outside, the pitch-black sky and the charred earth are combined.

It's ugly time, and it's two hours before dawn.

In winter, it's always dark early and bright late.

Feng Ping brought a wooden pier from the corner and put it down next to the carbon stove, since he had woken up, he simply didn't sleep.

It's a dragon or a worm, it's a fairy or a mortal, and after dawn, the good luck and evil will be determined!

Feng Ping is a time-traveler, his soul comes from the earth, and he came to this world two months ago.

When he was 12 years old, his father contracted tuberculosis, and under the influence of his mother, he sold all his family property in exchange for two remedies.

The end result was death and martyrdom.

"How can human blood steamed buns cure diseases?" Feng Ping thought of this, he couldn't bear the desolation in his heart, he wiped the corners of his eyes, and added two more pieces of charcoal.

After the death of his parents, he was helpless, so he could only inherit his father's business and burn charcoal alone.

Burned to this day for three whole years!

His ten fingers are already black and shiny, and his appearance has changed from a handsome boy to a Matt-killing punk boy!

A black and thin boy in the world of cultivating immortals.

Until Feng Ping crossed over.

originally thought that he would be like the protagonist in other film and television works, once with a golden finger in his hand, he would kill all the dogs in the world.

I never thought that it was not the golden finger that crossed with him, but the nightmare that was repeated over and over again.

"Do you want to sleep again? I have to go into the city tomorrow morning, if my body is not supported and I can't draw qi into my body, I'm afraid I will really have to burn carbon for a lifetime. ”

Feng Ping got up tangled, just walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, and stood up again.

"Let's go now, if it's late, then I can't regret dying?"

After making up his mind, Feng Ping took out the leather jacket that he had spent a lot of money on from the bamboo box in the corner and wrapped it around his body.

He had been saving money since two months ago, and he was lucky enough to buy this second-hand dress.

"My hair has been shaved, my face has been washed, and my leather jacket has been replaced, so no one should stop me from entering the city now."

He stretched out his fingers, turned them over, turned them upside down, and looked at them a few more times.

"My nails are cut, but I can't cut my fingers."

Pushing open the bamboo door, a strong smell of burnt came to his nose, Feng Ping sniffed his nose, fortunately he couldn't smell it.

The night was beautiful, and the stars were the same.

It's intoxicating.

Just under the moonlight, Feng Ping strode towards the direction of Fucheng.

Along the way, he fantasized about riding the wind and sword, sometimes sprinting, sometimes leaping, and muttering poems that he had memorized countless times:

"Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can my generation be a Penghao person."

"Kill one person in ten steps, don't stay for a thousand miles!"

In this scene, he was like a second-year teenager, sweeping away the depression in his chest.

Shuntianfu is not far away, in the past, it took two hours for Feng Ping to push the carbon car, and today he was empty-handed, coupled with excitement, and arrived at the city gate in a moment.

He came early.

"It's good early, it's good early, at least you won't miss it."

"Oh, by the way, today happens to be the Spring Festival here, I only care about cultivating and becoming an immortal, I forgot about this stubble, and I already knew to push a cart of carbon to sell."

"Maybe I can sell it for a good price."

The Spring Festival increases by one year every year, and you can know it once you are immortal.

On this day, all teenagers who have reached the age of fifteen will go to the Dengxian Pavilion set up in the prefecture and county to practice the method of inducing qi into the body, and anyone who can form a sea of qi and awaken the spiritual root can enter the immortal hall.

It was this day that sealed the equals.

He had a strong premonition that he would be able to ask the immortals.

"But ...... dream"

"What's going on?"

In Feng Ping's dream, the immortal Buddhas in the sky smiled fiercely, they were distorted, they bleed, and they turned into raging flying insects.

Born with a dream, he thought that he had just watched too many interstellar science fiction movies in his previous life, and he was almost obsessed with aliens, fog, and natural disasters.

But with the advent of this day, the frequency of dreams has also changed from ten days and half a month to every three or five months.

What made Feng Ping even more frightened was that in the past ten days, he had dreamed of this every night! Wake up every night!

With a buzzing sound, the gate of Suncheonfu opened.

Feng Ping didn't care about the dream, and walked quickly towards the city.

"Isn't this a boy? How? Come empty-handed today, don't sell carbon? The guards in the city naturally recognized Feng Ping, and this person did not take a sheep from him and took some charcoal for personal use.

"Brother Wang, I'm just fifteen today."

Wang Cheng's face froze, and then his face showed disdain, "Boy, don't dream, you still want to seek immortals?" ”

"Try, try, what if?"

Feng Ping doesn't want to entangle with the other party, I'm not here to quarrel today, don't delay the business.

"Let's go inside!" Wang Cheng glared at him, feeling bored.

After passing through the long bluestone pavement, Feng Ping soon entered the main street.

On both sides of the street, every household changed the old peach with new charms, and several families opened the door early to change new clothes for their newly grown children, and sent them all the way to Dengxian Pavilion in Xicheng.

Before dawn, the streets were full of pedestrians.

Of course, they are all the same as Feng Ping, and they went to the Dengxian Pavilion that once ascended to the immortals!

"How does it feel like a college entrance exam?"

Feng Ping inexplicably gave birth to a sense of absurdity.

The teenagers on the street are all piglets, and they are being driven to the slaughterhouse......

Dengxian Pavilion is not far away.

When Feng Ping arrived, it was just the same time, and the school-age teenagers from all over Xicheng gathered here, and after completing the registration, they waited in line quietly.

Little by little, the team moved forward.

People here came in one by one, and most of the children came out with sad faces.

And the parents who didn't see their children hugged each other and cried.

"Wei Pingze once ascended to the immortal, and his parents rewarded him with a hundred taels of silver."

"Feng Guangming once ascended to the immortal, and his parents rewarded him with a hundred taels of silver."

"Lu Guangming once ascended to the immortal ......"

Melodious and penetrating voices sounded, and the parents of those children who had ascended to the immortals excitedly bypassed the crowd and went to ask for rewards.

Feng Ping also stepped into the gate of Dengxian Pavilion in such a reward.

As soon as you enter the gate, it is like a fairyland.

"Chilian real people! It is worthy of being a real person in Chilian, fairy wind bones, fairy wind bones! ”

Feng Ping followed the girl's voice and looked over, and a half-human-tall statue stood in the corner.

However, when he saw the appearance of the real person in the other party's mouth, the bone-eating pain in his brain suddenly emerged!

The statue, with its towering forehead covered in sarcoma, exposed arms like tentacles, half of its body was normal, but the other half was covered with patches of carapace......

Immortal?

This is an immortal?!