The small courtyard of the Mo family, in the courtyard, under the tea tree.

In the afternoon, the warm breeze is gentle, and people are drunk, and they only want to fall asleep.

Mo Chengjun lay on his back on the rocking chair, his eyes were blankly looking through the mottled leaves falling, looking into the distance, his soul had already flown out of the clouds.

And in his mouth, he was still muttering in a small voice that was difficult to hear: "Huangliang is a dream, Huangliang is a dream, although it is a dream, but it must not be left to its own devices, it must conform to the rules in reality, and there should be no less."

There can be no one step to build a foundation, two steps to Jindan, three steps and four steps to become a Yuan Infant overhaul.

That's not reality, it's really dreaming.

If this weirdness happens, I'll have a fart in there? ”

"So, you have to put the Six Realms of Dengxian into it first."

"Secondly, this time I came to cultivate the sword intent, so naturally we have to have a foundation, the sword cultivation qi method is one, and the various sword techniques are two.

Therefore, first you have to put all the signature sword tricks of the Seven Palaces into it, and then fill in the ones recorded in the Dharma Building. ”

"However, these are not enough, there must be sword intent in addition to the sword technique, and there are enough sword intent in the previous statistics, and when answering questions during this time, there is also a lot of thinking, and they are all put in.

But you can't give it all at once, it has to be regarded as a gain, but you also have to add reflection, other people's will never be your own. ”

"In this way, there is a big framework, but what about the next one, the worldview?"

"This, ahem, the reality is already so miserable, don't use it.

I've read so many novels before, and it's better than reality to get one out! ”

"Think about it, think about it, is it Jin Da, or Gu Da, Liang Da, or Yi Da, or just use the pearl landlord's."

"Shushan, Shushan, this is the dream of many people when they were young, although it is said that it has come true now."

"Ahem, this is the first time, we still have to be cautious, be cautious, and the force value is still lower.

After all, I haven't even comprehended the sword intent, if I get an immortal god to walk all over the ground, it will be too much to have a background as much power as a dog! ”

"It's not good, it's not good, then, let's make a river and lake?!"

"In the rivers and lakes, there are naturally chivalrous, sects, martial arts, cheats, temples far away, desert yellow sand, and happiness and enmity.

Of course, for the sake of sword intent, the most important thing is naturally indispensable, a swordsman who can walk the world with a sword! ”

"As for the identity, it's worth thinking about.

Is it a young man from a mountain village, ignorant and ignorant who broke into the rivers and lakes, rolled in the quagmire, fought in the dark, and walked to the top step by step?

Or is it an abandoned son of the family and despised by others, but he met an old grandfather who counterattacked life and became famous all over the world?

Why don't you just come to the beginning and withdraw from the marriage, the teenager is angry, and make a three-year contract, don't bully the young man to be poor? ”

"Oops, this is an old man's headache!"

"Just, why does it feel like I'm playing a game?

It's a designer, it's a GM, and you have to act as an NPC, and you're still a player when you go in.

This feels weird! ”

"Finally, finally, what kind of gold finger do you want to get yourself?

A script without a cheat is imperfect, so you have to get one, get one.

That is, there can be so many gold fingers, what kind of good can you get? ”

Mo Chengjun muttered to himself for a long time, and finally gave all the preliminary preparations for the use of supernatural powers, and he carefully combed through it again, adding and deleting it.

Then, he shouted: "Xue Ling? ”

"Hey, godfather? What's the matter? ”

In the room on the side, Xue Ling listened to the greeting and walked out.

He still had a brush in his hand, and seemed to be scribbling and copying something.

"Well, I'll sleep for a while, the time is uncertain, and if I haven't woken up at night, then just cover my bed and futon, and ignore it.

But if I haven't woken up after sleeping for three days, then you can go to your Uncle Ba and ask him to find Li Yongshou and bring someone named 'Yi Changsheng'. ”

This is the back road that Mo Chengjun left for himself, after all, it is an unpracticed supernatural power, and he has no bottom in his own heart.

Xue Ling obviously heard something, and hurriedly asked, "Godfather, who are you?" ”

Mo Chengjun waved his hand: "Wait for me to wake up, everything will wait for me to wake up, and I will see you later." ”

As he spoke, he didn't pay attention to Xue Ling, but turned around, stretched his waist lazily, and muttered to himself: "This dream is called Jianghu!" ”

"Whoever has a big dream will know it in his life."

"Sleep, sleep......"

Xue Ling wanted to say something more, but the voice was still wafting in the air, and he saw that Mo Chengjun had fallen asleep.

……

To be honest, Mo Chengjun's move is actually extremely risky, and it is even comparable to the three Dharma initiates he made with his 'spirit and spirit' after he made the "Secret Record of Hope".

At that time, he had no choice and no time to delay.

But this time, he actually had other better options.

Theoretically speaking, Mo Chengjun's best choice is to find a death row prisoner or something, and then experiment with the magic power of "A Dream of Huangliang" on him first.

At least after you have the bottom in your heart, you can use it on yourself.

He also admits that there are some people who really deserve to die.

But the problem is that he never felt that he could judge other people's lives, even if he deserved to die.

In that case, let's do it yourself.

So, Mo Chengjun evolved the supernatural powers of "A Dream of Huangliang" to the point where there is no way to advance and no change, and finally started to attack himself.

And before falling asleep, Mo Chengjun also did an extreme thing to himself - he sealed his memory.

I'm not going to pretend to be slapped in the face in my dreams, so keep the original memories to play the game of 'soul piercing'?

And, sword intent?

After all, it is the true self that nature has witnessed under the tribulations and years.

If you want to get the most suitable for yourself, then you have to suffer what others can't bear, and suffer the sins that others can't bear.

Therefore, Mo Chengjun resolutely closed his biggest 'plug-in'!

To be honest, the effect in this regard is also the biggest gain from the study of the Great Illusion Demon Evil True Method.

And to say, Mo Chengjun thinks that the biggest shortcoming of "Mirage" is actually this.

Because, no matter how many times the cultivators of "Mirage Sleep" have experienced birth, old age, sickness and death, they can't hide their true self, let alone the psychology of being high above and looking down on the world.

That is to say, although these people have experienced birth, old age, sickness and death, they have never known that they have not died, they will not die, and they have never known that what they have experienced is false and a dream.

Because you know, you can't really put into it!

Therefore, there are shortcomings.

And now, Mo Chengjun has made up for this shortcoming.

……

In the sun, in the small courtyard, on the deck chairs.

Mo Chengjun curled up and had a dream, a long, long dream.

In the dream, he became a wild boy in the mountain village, because he was weak and sick since he was a child, and his parents were afraid that he would not be able to support him, so they didn't give him any big name, just call him, dog leftover.

The implication is that dogs don't want to take care of things, so naturally they won't be taken away by Lord Yama.

Although it's just a name, it's not good, but it reflects his parents' love for him.

When he grew up, he was sent by his parents to study with the only private school teacher in the same village.

And he, although his physical fitness is extremely poor, his learning talent is extremely high.

His teacher, a thin old man with a goatee, always said that he was a genius and that he should go outside the mountains to take the examination for children, to raise people, to enter the imperial dynasty, and to become a great official.

But he didn't like it at all!

What he envies is Wang Ergou in the east of the village, chasing chickens and ducks every day, climbing trees and walls, although every few days he will be caught by his Lao Tzu and smacked his ass with rattan.

Each time, he could hear a loud cry, a loud sound that he couldn't make with all his might.

That healthy body is his desire.

He also saw chivalrous guests, rivers and lakes, flying eaves and walls, and a sword in the teacher's collection of novels.

For some reason, he always felt that those were fake, unreal, and impossible.

For this reason, he went to consult his private school teacher, and the answer given to him by the master was unimaginable.

The Master told him that it was all true.

The dynasty here has rivers and lakes!

There are Shaolin Wudang in the rivers and lakes here, there are three sects, five factions and twelve floors, there are demon gates and evil ways, and there are two sword road peaks that are unattainable.

There is a person in the rivers and lakes here who attacks a city with a sword, the sword rises like a flying sky, and the sword falls like a sea of clouds to live and die.

There are warriors in the rivers and lakes here who can break through thousands of armies with one shot, crisscross the battlefield as if entering a no-man's land, and capture the flag like a bag to get something.

There are really a lot of masters in the rivers and lakes here.

It's hard to imagine the reverence that the Master's words and deeds carried with them, and it's hard to imagine how much impact those words had on the dog.

Since that day, he has not envied Wang Ergou.

He longs for that river!

Then, he entered the rivers and lakes.

……

Seriously, if there is a choice, he will never want to enter that river and lake again, let alone enter that river and lake because of this.

Because, that represents the mountain village where he has lived for generations, has been razed to the ground.

It represents countless neighbors wailing and crying.

It means that his parents died in front of him.

It was an attack by a group of mountain bandits.

They should be mountain bandits, anyway, they are dressed up as mountain bandits.

But they are not like the mountain bandits, because the mountain bandits do not have their discipline, they do not have their decisiveness, they do not have their ferocity, and they do not have their strength.

They fought their way into the village, leaving few alive along the way.

They lit fires everywhere with torches, and set fire to houses, haystacks, fences, and wooden walls, and plunged everything that caught sight into a sea of red fire.

They also besieged the master, and the thin old man with a goatee showed extraordinary force at this moment.

He held an iron sword, and all he swayed was a cold sword aura, with the sea of fire as the background, his sword rippled with a cold and cold light, just like the temperament of a master, indifferent and lofty.

At this moment, Gou Yu finally knew that the master really didn't lie to him.

Because the Master is that kind of swordsman.

It's just that no matter how strong the master is, he can't beat four hands with two fists, and those mountain bandits are not easy to get along with.

They used knives, blood-red broadswords, and they were all brave.

It seems that there is a certain pattern between advance and retreat, which is enough to ensure that at the same time, the master will have to face at least five knives from all directions.

Even the dog's remnants can be seen that as time goes by, the master's resistance becomes more and more difficult.

His sword was no longer flowing, his body was getting slower and slower, more wounds appeared on his body, and blood stained his shirt red.

But just when all the bandits thought that the master was going to die, he broke out.

It's hard to describe the dog leftover, but at that moment, how brilliant the master's sword was, it seemed to really become a full moon hanging in the sky during the Mid-Autumn Festival in the middle of the moon.

Gently cold, indifferent and distant, but no one can ignore it.

Everything seemed to dim for a moment.

A moment later, it became bright again, and the bandits were all dead, their bodies divided into two parts, and blood splattered incessantly.

But the Master also fell on his knees, and struck the ground with his sword, and opened his mouth to vomit blood.

Gou Yu almost didn't have any extra thoughts, and ran out directly, but he couldn't save his master, let alone the village that was burned by the fire, and the others.

The only thing he could do was bury the charred corpses.

And he also had a harvest, and in the arms of the master, he found a roll of animal skins.

I don't know what kind of material it is, in such a fierce battle, it was unharmed.

And on that beast skin scroll, he harvested a sword technique, the "Four Seasons Sword Technique", and a qi eating method, called "Seven Xuan Sword Qi".

Gou Yu didn't know if it was precious, but thanks to his usual hard work, he could understand it and learn it.

So, a few months later, a young man carried an animal skin and an iron sword almost as high as him.

Out of the barren mountain village,

Enter that place, rivers and lakes!