In his dreams, the boy gradually experienced the memories of Yuanya's life.

Yuanya's stubbornness, Yuanya's love and hate, he can personally feel it, the boy seems to have become Yuanya, and he is still himself, but because of the inheritance of Yuanya, the boy's vision is broader. He sensed the insignificance of the world.

It's just that the terrifying shadow of the ruler disappeared from his memory, as if it had never existed.

The boy did not continue to think nonsense, because in an instant, he received a person's memories of millions of years, a huge amount of information and in his brain, and in an instant, it was running rapidly, although only a few hours had passed in reality, but his soul had experienced a million years of torment.

His physical condition was extremely poor, his whole body was paralyzed and tired, but it was mental exhaustion.

The extreme mental exhaustion made him like a person who had been paralyzed for many years, regaining control of his body, there was a kind of excitement, a kind of frustration, that was a very uncomfortable feeling when he first controlled his body.

The boy raised his eyelids with difficulty to look, only to see not far away, the dead dog that had been killed, his heart was happy, he endured the pain and turned over, supported his body with both hands, and slowly crawled to the side of the dog corpse, as if affected by the will of Yuanya, the ghost made a god put a hand on the somewhat stiff dog corpse, and ran the exercises, wanting to devour the flesh and blood in the corpse and transform it into the power of essence.

However, the canine corpse did not dry up as expected, leaving only skin.

The boy looked at the dog corpse without any change, first stunned, and then laughed at himself in an instant.

His current qi veins have not been opened, and his aura cannot be aggregated.

The boy picked up a piece of bone and slashed it across the canine's carcass like a knife's edge, and after a while, the boy calmly peeled the fur off the dingo's torso.

The boy was originally going to gnaw away the wild dog and increase his strength, but as soon as he smelled the faint smell of blood, he knew that the wild dog had accumulated too much corpse poison in its body, so he decisively gave up this idea.

The boy divides a whole piece of fur into two, one large and one small. The larger one wraps around the legs from the knees, and the smaller one splits into two and wraps around the center of the palms.

With this done, he propped himself up and dragged his unconscious legs with his hands and crawled down the hill.

Although it is a cold moon, it has just entered winter, but the air in Tianhuang Town is very cold, and people who go out are rare, and there are few people.

After walking about half a stick of incense, the boy met a boy about the same size as himself, carrying a bamboo basket on his back, picking up dry bush branches.

The boy's face was dark-skinned, and his body was not muscular, but his eyes were as clear as a spring.

When the black-faced boy saw the boy, he first stayed for a while, then dropped the bamboo basket and helped the boy up, ignoring the falling bamboo basket, and hurriedly ran away with the boy on his back.

"My home is not far away, you can bear with it......"

The black-faced boy said eagerly, with a worried look on his face.

Although the boy was still vigilant, he felt a little relaxed on the powerful back of the black-faced boy. Slightly relaxed, as soon as he closed his eyes, he fell into a deep sleep.

When the boy woke up, he was already in a strange place.

The house is very simple and the space is not very large. Only an old table and a few bamboo chairs were set up. There is a large wooden box in the corner.

In the middle, there is a small stove, and the branches of the bushes are burning.

The boy was lying on a stone bed next to the earthen wall.

These seem to be all the belongings.

Soon after the boy woke up, the black-faced boy came with an old man.

The old man looked helpless, "Okay, okay, don't rush ......"

The black-faced boy smiled at the boy, "This is Mr. Meng, a doctor. My name is Ah Niu. ”

Lao Dao was wearing a Taoist uniform, with a rosacea red nose, as if he had just woken up.

Lao Dao's eyes narrowed slightly, looked at the boy carefully for a while, and said seriously: "Poor Dao's real name is Meng Yiqiu, and the doctor is just my sideline, and my main business is to calculate the birth date for people, and avoid evil." Whether it's marriage, catching adultery or stealing people...... Bah! No matter ......"

Ah Niu was anxious from the sidelines, although he knew that he shouldn't interrupt others, but he reminded in a low voice: "Sir, he is seriously injured......

Meng Laodao reluctantly closed his mouth, shook his sleeves with his hands, put his right hand behind his back, and walked to the boy's bedside, as if he was a master.

He first glanced at the boy's legs. Then, with his left hand on the pulse of the boy's arm, his expression changed again and again, and in a blink of an eye he changed from surprise to doubt, and from doubt to the expression he had always been.

The boy was also puzzled at this time, not only were the abscesses and bites on his legs gone, but the scars from the past were gone.

Ah Niu looked at the old man's expression in his eyes, and his face was very worried.

"Your veins are intermittent, sometimes light and floating, sometimes chaotic and domineering, strange, strange......" Meng Lao Dao looked solemn and continued: "Your meridians are very stagnant, so it is difficult to control the body, you need to recuperate, and it is difficult to say when you will recover."

The boy's face was calm, but he glanced at this old Dao Gao who only had the cultivation of the Qi Gathering Realm.

Different worlds have different cultivation systems and different ways of cultivation. But most of the purpose of cultivation is the same, which is to achieve true detachment and attain the state of great freedom and great freedom.

The world where the boy lives is just a small world, and in the small world, almost all of them are mortals, even if there are monks, their cultivation is not too high.

As for the transcendent world, in the memory of Wutian, I have never seen it.

And all kinds of worlds are intertwined and intertwined.

Many low-level worlds are contained in some high-level worlds, so the cultivation system and cultivation methods are all similar, and there is not much difference.

As soon as the boy started, he could see at a glance that the luck method of the old dream, as well as the cultivation method.

It is the cultivation system of the Heavenly Spirit Realm.

It seems that the little world in which the boy lives is contained in the Heavenly Spirit Realm.

From Yuanya's memory, he couldn't be more familiar with the Heavenly Spirit Realm. He is also extremely proficient in various Heavenly Spirit Realm cultivation techniques. Bi Jing, if it weren't for the Lord of Heavenly Spirits, he rose rapidly from an unknown monk and cultivated to an incomprehensible and profound realm. The Demon Realm and the Heavenly Spirit Realm are both large worlds, and although the Great War has lasted for more than 100,000 years, they have always been on the same footing, regardless of whether they are high or low.

And Wutian is a vanguard general of the Celestial Demon Clan, fighting on the front line all the year round, it can only be said that he is more familiar with the strengths and weaknesses of their cultivation system than those masters of the Heavenly Spirit Realm.

The so-called Qi Gathering Realm is just attracting Qi into the body, and it has just entered the threshold of cultivation, which is not much stronger than that of a mortal martial arts master.

Judging from Yuanya's memory, the Qi Gathering Realm is no different from an ant at all, or worse than an ant, even if he accidentally touches his breath, he will also be destroyed.

Meng Lao Dao took out a pointed silver needle from his cuff, and said lightly with a serious face: "I'll help you activate the meridians on your legs first." ”

With that, he sat the boy on the edge of the bed and stretched out his numb right leg. The silver needle was on the boy's leg, and it was gently stabbed, and suddenly a stream of pus flowed out, and the stench was permeated.

Finally, Meng Laodao gently pressed the root of the boy's right foot with his hand for a while, and then took out two small porcelain bottles, one red and one white, from his sleeve.

He poured the red sealed medicinal powder into the palm of his hand, mixed it with the wine, and made a very smelly syrup. Immediately, the syrup was applied under the boy's feet, and then the white-sealed medicine bottle was handed over to the boy.

Meng Lao Dao stepped aside, took a sip of wine, relaxed slightly, and asked lightly, "By the way, what is your name?" ”

The boy shook his head and said, "I don't have a name. ”

When Meng Lao heard this, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes. Because he thought that this child had been a paralyzed person since he was a child, he was not valued by his parents, and he was too lazy to give him a name, which made people laugh, which made him sympathetic.

Meng Lao Dao sighed slightly, stroked his beard, and made a tall figure, "Poor Dao, how about naming you!" ”

"No, you don't! Actually, I have given myself a name before, and it feels pretty good, it's called Ping'an, and I will be safe and secure for the rest of my life. Now I feel that I should be called Yuanya, I feel that I have to do certain things, take on certain things, and for these things, I must fight with the heavens, and I must win the heavens. ”

The boy's eyes sparkled and he said proudly.

Meng Lao Dao was very surprised, and his mouth was half open, especially because he heard "Fight with the sky", and seemed to be slightly contemplative.

The boy continued, his eyes brightened, like a mist dissipating and the morning sun floating. "However, I don't think that's the name I really want, I want to live with my heart, not to be influenced by other people's will. My name is 'Comfortable'. That's my name, that's who I really am. ”

Freely, come with your heart, go freely.

I am who I am! I'm not someone else's stand-in! I don't have to be another abyss, I don't have to be another thief boy.

Comfortably and clearly understand that you are not completely abandoning the past.

There are indeed ties to the past, but he also has a future of his own.

At the end of the day, the future is the way he should go.