Everyone in the chat group reappeared one after another, whether they could help or not, they didn't fall behind at this time.

"How are you feeling?" Zhang Sanfeng was the first to ask Yue Buqun.

Yue Buqun's eyes were red, and he restrained many irrational distractions, as well as the overflowing and messy knowledge.

"Not so good! I may have looked directly at the powerful extraterritorial ominous god, if it weren't for the Nine Tricks Exquisite Heart, I would have gone crazy by now... At least for a while, I don't know, I'm having a mess of my mind right now, don't talk to me too much complicated stuff, I'm afraid I'll not handle it well and go crazy directly. Yue Buqun said.

Zhang Sanfeng: "Crazy... Whatever! ”

The Fire Dragon Daoist showed a relaxed expression: "This Sanfeng has experience, he used to be called the Three Crazy Daoists, and he has to go crazy three times a day." ”

Zhang Sanfeng glanced at the Fire Dragon Daoist helplessly.

Still said: "Poor Dao does have a way. ”

"Brother Yue, do you still remember when Poor Dao passed on your Dragon Sutra?"

"This method is also the method of dreaming, and the so-called madness is nothing more than the inability to organize your thoughts into an orderly manner, which disturbs your mind."

"As long as you put everything in order in your dreams, you'll be fine."

Yue Buqun reluctantly squeezed out a smile: "Please also ask Brother Dao to help me!" ”

Zhang Sanfeng said: "It should be so, and please don't resist." ”

"But Brother Dao must remember that the deeper you go into the dream, the more you lose and get closer to yourself."

"I don't know how long my friends will go through madness and how much they will fall into dreams, but don't get lost, finding yourself is the most important thing."

"Heavenly Channel Friends, Jiang Daoyou, Tony Taoist Friends... Please also protect the Dharma and put down a three-talent array on the side, once Brother Yue Dao falls into a dream, his physical body may also be taken by distracting thoughts. ”

"If we join forces to set up a formation, we can also suppress Brother Yue Dao, prevent Brother Yue Dao from making mistakes, and wait for his true spirit to return."

Hearing that Zhang Zhiwei, Jiang Jianshen, and Tony Stark stood in the position of three talents and formed their own formation.

Tony also summoned a large number of large steel chests, which apparently had a purpose as well.

The rest of the people were not idle.

are all vigilant on the side, put on a good posture, and are ready to fill in at any time... Of course, those who don't know enough about the cultivation culture can only start first.

After making preparations, Zhang Sanfeng transported the true yuan to his fingertips, and then pointed at Yue Buqun.

"Pour!"

With a loud shout, Yue Buqun suppressed the instinct of the power in his body and counterattacked, believing in Zhang Sanfeng's actions.

Then the body quickly fell backwards.

When he stood up again, there was no clarity in his eyes, like a wild beast, he chose a random direction and launched a fierce attack.

Seeing this, Jiang Jianshen raised his hand and waved his sword to meet him.

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At the same time, Yue Buqun's consciousness seemed to have penetrated into the cracks formed by the union of his heart and his dreams.

Seeing the long fog and seeing many bizarre glimpses, Yue Buqun at this moment clearly knew that he was dreaming, he sighed at the strange light of the dream, and at the same time wondered how to solve the problem in the dream.

Then the fog gradually lifted.

Yue Buqun saw a vigorous young man, who was sweating profusely holding a wooden sword, posing, and then waving a sword at the breeze of the mountain stream, bringing a small wind whistle.

An old man in Tsing Yi, holding a long thorn whip, sat on the stone platform on the side, the young man's movements were slightly slack or deviated, that is, he whipped down fiercely, without any tolerance.

Even if the little boy exhaled pain, he didn't stop.

If the young man no longer dances the sword, he must rest and slack off first, and the old man in Tsing Yi will only attack more ruthlessly.

At the same time, he kept saying: "If the young man doesn't work hard, he will suffer when he goes down the mountain, if I don't be ruthless today, the opponent on the rivers and lakes will be even more ruthless in the future, I am holding a whip today, and the people on the rivers and lakes are holding real swords and real swords." ”

"Is this me?" I couldn't see the picture in front of me, it seemed to be a little familiar, but it was very old and unfamiliar, Yue Buqun thought to himself.

"This is me!" Memories seem to have been pulled back to a long, long, long time ago.

At that time, he was not the head of Huashan, he was not a painstaking reviver of Huashan, and he was not a person who returned from rebirth, experienced all kinds of magnificent waves, and had a very broad vision and perspective.

He was just a clumsy little boy who learned swords under the strict guidance of his teacher.

At that time, he was naïve, simple, and simple, and he did not dress up like his elders, nor did he shoulder heavy burdens.

"That's Master Zhou! When Zhou Shizu was young, he fought with others and injured his lungs, so he was unable to exert his strength in raising his qi, so he was responsible for teaching young children of martial arts and Mengxue on Huashan. ”

"When I was a child, I was most educated by him..."

"It's just that Master Zhou died of illness many years ago, and he didn't see the sword qi fighting... Maybe it's a good thing for him. ”

Yue Buqun's perspective shifted, and in an instant, he changed from a bystander's perspective to a subjective perspective.

He 'attached' to the little boy's body.

Naturally, his movements became extremely agile, and his sword was light and rhythmic.

It seems to be flawed, but in fact, it has reached the point of returning to the basics.

If the opponent changes his moves, he can adjust them at any time, and then face the enemy with a perfect posture.

To put it bluntly, people's weight, height, status, geographical location, and so on are all different.

How can you use the same move to deal with countless different situations between friend and foe?

What is needed is to respond to the reaction, and the best move is the most familiar, comfortable, and easy to play.

This kind of realm is not very high, but it is also higher than Ancestor Zhou, and it naturally reaches a level that Ancestor Zhou cannot understand.

Syllable!

The whip fell unceremoniously.

was easily dodged by Yue Buqun.

Zhou Shizu didn't notice at all that this whip was empty.

As for why he is fighting? I don't understand... That, of course, is the fault of the 'little boy'.

"What are you doing?"

"Is this what you use for Bai Yun Xiu?" Zhou Shizu said angrily.

"Look! That's how it works. ”

After that, Master Zhou began to practice the Huashan swordsmanship that he had been familiar with countless times in front of Yue Buqun's eyes.

This swordsmanship, in the eyes of today's Yue Buqun, is shallow and simple, and the use of Ancestor Zhou is far from the original intention of this swordsmanship.

But Yue Buqun was fascinated.

Because he didn't just see his former self in Master Zhou's body.

I also saw some of the things he had lost.

Is it wrong to throw it away?

Or, if you are wrong, you should completely discard and throw it away?

Without waiting for Yue Buqun to understand this truth, the picture in front of him began to be distorted.

It's like a dream, falling into another, deeper dream.

And in this heavy dream realm, what Yue Buqun saw was no longer a memory of the past.

Rather, it is a certain distortion and distortion of reality.

His self-perception is also slightly clouded with a layer of obstacles.

The deeper you go into the dream, the more you lose and get closer to yourself.

And the ego strings everything together and then comes out of it, which is the key to digesting 'madness'.

At this moment, the young man has grown into a heroic young man, and the old man is getting older and older, but what remains unchanged is that the young man is still practicing swords in the mountain stream, and the old man is watching with a cane, and his eyes of approval and pride have been flashing in the old man's eyes.

This does not conform to the reality in Yue Buqun's memory.

But it was the hope of his youth.

He wanted to see Master Zhou proud of him countless times, but the other party fell before he grew up.

And reality illuminates dreams.

Dreams also change.

At this time, Yue Buqun could no longer perceive the clear 'me', but the 'me' was interfering with the dream at all times.

The peace was broken, and the one-eyed middle-aged man broke into this simple and peaceful life.

The old man looked at the big man and looked very angry, and scolded loudly, and the big man lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, and the cold big man took out a dagger from his arms and stabbed the young man.

Although the young man's martial arts are extraordinary, he is as pure as a blank piece of paper, and he was already stunned by the sudden attack of the one-eyed man, and then the dazzling blood.

The old man blocked the fatal blow for the young man.

When the picture reappeared, the young man was no longer the same young man he had been, his eyes were full of tiredness, and his hands were already bloody.

He seems to have done a lot for revenge, for the sake of achieving his goal...

Some of them are forced to do so, some are wanton venting, and some are purely selfish.

The young man was holding a human head in his hand, and that head was the one-eyed man.

For Yue Buqun, the years are the one-eyed man.

The weakness of his youth is the white paper that was later stained with blood.

The sinister hypocrite was also a sincere young man.

Continue deeper into the dream.

The concept of self is getting weaker and weaker.

In a small and leisurely gazebo, a graceful woman, holding a small silver-white sword, stood there, the wind blowing her hair, like a fairy in the wind, singing happily.

At this time, the young man appeared, he hugged the woman in green tightly, but the woman slowly pushed him away, walked out of the pavilion, leaving only a small sword, the young man grabbed the sword, looked up to the sky and roared, and then broke into the heavy rain at some point.

As soon as the picture turned, the woman in green died, died at the wedding banquet, died in the arms of the young man, and everyone around drew their swords at the young man, and then the whole picture was bloody again.

Yue Buqun floated in the air, looking confused.

The woman in green, he was very familiar.

Youth, he is also familiar with it.

But I can't remember who it is.

He can't forget that in the previous life, he killed his wife.

In the depths of his consciousness, he searched for a reason to exonerate.

And this reason is embodied in dreams.

It turns into something like this.

The dream is still evolving, and Yue Buqun's self-awareness is even weaker.

The screen continues to turn.

At this time, the young man looked down, like a shell without a soul, and he became a mediocre ordinary Jianghu person.

He chose to sink.

This symbolizes Yue Buqun's inner escape.

Some people are destined not to let him go, just like some guilt, they will not be able to do it alone because they started all over again.

The young man's enemies were too many, and too powerful, so he began to flee, from one hill to another, from one place to another.

The picture I saw was a picture of a young man repeatedly fleeing from the enemy, and then running alone in the jungle.

Finally he could no longer swing the sword in his hand, and he was surrounded again.

The enemies looked at the depressed young man, and instead of killing him immediately, they plunged him into the soil like a tree, leaving a human head outside, and let everyone trample on him with their feet, insult him, and spit on him.

The wind is coming! The rain is coming! Everyone took refuge in makeshift tents, except for the young man, who was left in the same place to endure the wind and rain.

This is Yue Buqun's inner torture.

It was the experience of the past, which tortured and whipped his soul.

People can lie to themselves, but dreams don't.

At this moment, Yue Buqun has forgotten too much.

Instead, it becomes real.

Peeling back the shell of a large amount of packaging, he is confronting his true nature.

The wind is coming! Flowers and trees dance in the wind.

A vigorous vitality flourishes in the mountains and forests.

In the midst of the storm, thriving.

Thus the young man grew, like a tree, out of the soil.

He began to shed his shackles and throw himself off his shackles.

The picture flashed, and the young man practiced his sword again.

On Mount Hua, on the shore of the Hanhai Sea, in the desert, between the grasslands... He practiced swords in many places.

The sword is not everything, but the sword is everything.

I am not a sword, but a sword becomes a paintbrush, a string, everything that exudes emotion.

Sword Intent!

Yue Buqun was comprehending the sword intent again.

In dreams, at the bottom of consciousness.

Although the sword intent of mountains and rivers is powerful, there are many external reasons for it.

And at this moment, he sorted out these things, not only to take them back to himself.

It is extracting, transforming, and transcending.

And suddenly one day lightning and thunder roared, the wind was torn, the rain was broken, the grass and trees were scorched, and everything fell into silence.

The young man opened his eyes, looked at the sky full of mines, raised the sword in his hand, the wooden sword in his hand under the moisture of heaven and earth, grass and trees, wind and rain, turned into a towering giant tree, towering to the sky, the clouds were scattered, and the sun shone on his shoulders again.

At this time, Yue Buqun had completely forgotten 'me'.

Rather, it is integrated into the life of young people in this dream.

Although I don't know where I started and where I ended.

But this short moment can also be regarded as a life of ups and downs.

And behold, one day, the young man abandoned his sword.

Drunk into the flowers.

Day after day, year after year.

Although he abandoned the sword, he did not forget the sword.

On the contrary, in the past year and year, he has summed up too many ways to use the sword and make the meaning of the sword.

At the same time, Yue Buqun in reality also gave up his crazy attack and stopped being wild.

He stood still, his eyes still godless, but the tree of divine will above his head spontaneously grew.

Every leaf turned into the shape of a sword.

After coming to the Heavenly Court Great World, he was indeed confused.

Powerful immortal laws, terrifying supernatural powers, and those unseen immortal Buddhas.

All made Yue Buqun yearn and anxious.

So he had already unconsciously deviated from the 'course'.

It wasn't until this moment that he went deep into the dream and saw 'I am not me', and he found his true heart.

Let him change in a thousand ways, cover the heavens and all the laws, and break it with a sword!

In fact, as long as he has a sword, it is enough!

Everything else is just a supplement.

You can learn, but you don't have to rely on it, you don't have to panic.

I took leave early yesterday, and today I feel even more uncomfortable, with headaches, sore throats, nasal congestion, and soreness and weakness.

However, I can't take a leave of absence today, so it's hard to code words.

When the physical condition is restored, immediately pull up the update amount!

Good night everyone!

(End of chapter)