Of the three disasters of Jindan, the most dangerous is the longevity disaster.

Natural disasters and man-made disasters are still reliable and powerful, but longevity disasters are invisible and invisible, and what has to be fought is some kind of rule.

Under this rule, Han Yi trembled all over, and came back to his senses, he was already on the side of the road, before and after him, people came and went, so lively, on the road, cars were moving, shuttling endlessly.

"Coming back?"

Han Yi frowned, his memory stayed at the last step of Jiedan, he sensed that mysterious rules had descended, and then, he returned to the earth again.

"Strange."

"This situation is the same as the mortal tribulation faced when the foundation was built."

"But in the jade butterfly given by Zhuge Wuwu, this point is not mentioned, it just says that the monk will be pulled into a mysterious space when he crosses the life disaster, passes an assessment, passes the assessment, and comes back to his senses, the real world is just a moment, and if he fails the assessment, he will die."

"In this way, the scene I see at the moment is the world that the life disaster has conjured up, that is, the assessment?"

"But what exactly is to be assessed?"

Han Yi stood on the road, his brows furrowed, and his eyes were uncertain.

There were a lot of pedestrians on the road, so Han Yi had to retreat to a more inward position and find a step to sit down.

Now that he has returned to the mortal body, the memories of more than forty years in his mind about the Yuheng Realm have only been ten minutes, and they have begun to seem a little unreal, as if the memories of more than forty years are other people's experiences, and he has only obtained 'memories' and has not experienced them.

And the memories of the earth are becoming clearer and clearer.

He can remember that the company's server failed the day before yesterday, and he stayed up all night to troubleshoot, and it was only handled early yesterday morning, according to the company's regulations, overtime pay is available.

That's right.

Two days is my daughter's fifth birthday, I need to prepare a gift for her, my son is also two years old, the weather is hot during this time, there are always mosquitoes at home, the air conditioner is not cold enough, I have to contact the maintenance master to add refrigerants.

And my wife, writing at home, seems to be Kaven these days, I have to buy some of her favorite durian cake and surprise her.

Other than that.

Mom's knee is aching again, she is old, the weather is changing quickly, there are a lot of these small problems, I took her to see a Chinese medicine doctor half a month ago, the doctor is still too young, this time, I am going to change to a more authoritative hospital, a comprehensive examination.

Thinking about it.

Han Yi's memory of this world is getting clearer and clearer.

Relatives, friends, family, work, neighbors, trivialities, contradictions, happy, worried, more and more vivid.

And at the same time.

The memories of the Yuheng Realm have not disappeared, but have become more and more blurred.

It's like there are rules in the dark, so that although he knew that he was in the knot before, and he was in the longevity calamity, he didn't seem to care so much.

Memories exist, but they begin to be memories.

It's getting late.

Han Yi stood up from the steps and suddenly patted his head.

"Oops."

"It's my birthday, and my family is still waiting for me, why am I in a daze here."

"Gotta go back."

Han Yi walked quickly to the subway entrance, and the shops on the side of the road, as he passed, seemed more real, he casually swept over, and recalled that he had passed by this place many times.

As he walked towards the subway entrance, there were more and more people coming and going, those who had just gotten off work, those who came out to play, the elderly, children, women, men, and the hustle and bustle.

As usual, check in and enter the gate, squeeze into the subway, and after forty minutes, the subway arrives at the station, exits the subway entrance, rides the small electric stove parked near the subway entrance, and after another ten minutes, you arrive home.

Open the door.

The familiar face came into view, and the smile on Han Yi's face bloomed and turned into a flower.

The daughter on the edge of the door screamed and threw herself into her arms, and the son who was farther away, with short legs, walked very fast, and wanted to rush over and rob her father with her sister, but was caught by her wife.

"Daddy, Daddy, hug and hold high."

The daughter's hand and foot dance, was picked up by Han Yi, turned around, and put it down.

"I'm back, I'm tired, hurry up and wash your hands and get ready to eat."

The wife was also smiling, put her son down, packed his things, and prepared to eat.

Han Yi put his daughter down, and after putting the bag away, he pushed open a little gap in the kitchen door, looked at the old mother who was busy inside, and said, "Mom, I'm back." ”

The mother turned around and saw her son coming home from work, and smiled and said, 'It's good to be back, ready to eat'.

"Great!"

A moment later.

On the small dining table, the youngest son uses a children's dining chair, the daughter is older and can cook and eat, the wife is feeding the daughter, and the mother is feeding the son.

Han Yi was eating, and for some reason, he always felt a little unreal.

There are more wrinkles on my mother's face, a thin layer of white hair, some time ago, I also let myself buy a hair cream for dyed black hair online, but then I was not used to it, so I didn't use it.

The wife smiled on her face, and while feeding her daughter, she said that she finally had an idea, how to conceive it next, and how to write the plot next, so as to have more suspense.

Then.

Talking about the recent events in the community group, whose family has quarreled with whom again, whose children are too naughty, go down and play carefully......

Han Yi shook his head while eating, and the trace of unreal feeling just now disappeared again, and said naturally.

"By the way, I crossed over, arrived in a fairy world, and got a golden finger, yes, it is the golden finger in you, I have lived for more than forty years, in it, a lot of things have happened, at first I was just an outer disciple, and then I ......"

“…… It should be almost Jindan now. ”

Han Yi said, talked for about ten minutes, and in the end, Han Yi stopped chewing, frowned, always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

"No, it's not soon, it's in the process of getting married."

Han Yi's eyes lit up.

Beside him, his wife, whose job is writing, commented with a smile.

"However, your thinking is not very good, you have reached the realm of cultivating immortals, why did you get up?"

"It shouldn't all be swish, push all the way, build a foundation in three years, ten years of Jindan, thirty years of Yuanying, fifty years of turning into a god, and then, you will fly to the fairy world and live forever."

"However, some of the plots in it can be referred to."

Speaking of this, she patted Han Yi on the shoulder.

"Okay, my business, don't worry about it, I'm talking about it now, 10,000 yards tomorrow, it's not a problem at all, the follow-up plot has also been conceived, and it's not a problem to write the outline to three million words."

Her shot woke Han Yi up from his doubts and frowns.

The thought that suddenly popped out just now disappeared without a trace at this moment.

People, once in a while, will suddenly feel that they have just thought of something very important, but when they think about it, they suddenly forget it, and they can no longer remember it.

At this time, the youngest son who was eating made trouble again, Han Yi hurriedly turned on his mobile phone, jumped to the short video app, and selected a few small puzzle videos suitable for children to watch, and showed them to him, so as to stop his trouble.

……

Next, the days go by, there is warmth, sweetness, and contradictions in the plain, but with Han Yi's character, he can always make this family better little by little.

One day a month later.

The dream from a month ago suddenly came back to Han Yi's mind, and he decided to write it down.

It took him half a year to write 300,000 words.

After all, it is not professionally written, although the plot is more ups and downs, but he is not a writer, and his words are missing the parts that make the reader's eyes shine, and the rhythm that arouses emotional resonance.

He posted the more than 300,000 words on the station, but he couldn't even sign the contract, and the few readers who chatted with him only mocked and complained, although Han Yi didn't care, he was sure that he was really not suitable for writing.

Thereupon.

He deleted the post and put the 300,000 in his private blog.

This blog is his private blog that records his life, experiences, emotions, and various things other than work, which he built with a cloud server, which can be regarded as his own small world.

In addition to this blog, he has also set up a workbook to keep track of the progress of the project.

The blog and the workbook are all the records of his life.

Three years later.

Han Yi had completely forgotten this absurd dream.

On this day, he took annual leave to attend the funeral of an old leader.

This old leader, when he just graduated, joined the leader of the first company, treated people gently, and helped Han Yi a lot, over the years, although he has experienced a lot of things in the workplace, but still respects this old leader, every New Year's holiday, he will give some gifts, come to sit down, chat.

The old leader is not very old, he is 78 years old this year, and in the new era when he can generally live to more than 90 years, this age is indeed sad.

After the funeral.

Han Yi was in a little depressed mood, unconsciously walked across a road, stopped, looked at the bus stop sign on the side of the road, and the steps behind the stop sign, and went inside, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

A familiar scene, as if there was some kind of forgotten memory, was suddenly turned out all at once.

Very important.

Very important.

Very, very important.

Something, forgot about it yourself.

Han Yi turned sideways, looked at the traffic on the road, and glanced at the row of shops on the side of the road, and always felt that it was a little unreal.

He walked down the road, stepped up the steps, and then turned and sat down.

This moment.

It was as if something had been forgotten and began to roll in my head, but it was just a little bit off.

Moreover, this thing that was used by himself in the past also revealed eagerness.

It's urgent.

Very urgent.

"That's right."

Han Yi's heart moved, and he immediately took out his mobile phone and opened a certain favorite web page.

This webpage is an interface to a manual, which records many projects, including project status, project progress, project problems, etc.

Here's his workbook.

I looked at it and there was nothing wrong with it.

He closed this page and opened another page, which was a blog's page.

Blogs have a timeline.

He followed the timeline and began to look ahead.

Three days ago, I recorded that my daughter's second-grade parent-teacher meeting was going to be held this Friday, and my wife was not available, so she had to go out by herself this time.

Seven days ago, the water dispenser at home expired, and I had to buy a filter cartridge to replace it, and it must be completed this month.

Thirteen days ago......

……

Han Yi's fingers kept pulling up, just at this moment.

A group of high school students in school uniforms walked by, they were laughing, pushing, and walking on the very side, and a student whose shoes fell on the second step was suddenly pushed in the direction of Han Yi.

The cold drink in his hand was poured directly on Han Yi's mobile phone screen.

Han Yi stood up.

Han Yi's height, that is, about 1.73 meters, is not burly, and the perennial night shift makes his figure a little out of shape.

But at this moment, when he stood up, his eyes were shocked, and a momentum made the faces of several high school students who stood up change greatly, and they trembled all over, as if they were being targeted by a tiger, and cold sweat brushed down and flowed down.

"I, I, I didn't mean to."

"Don't be angry, uncle, I'll lose money."

These high school students are all top high school students in the neighborhood, and they are also afraid of encountering murderers, and Han Yi, who stood up at this moment, is a peerless murderer in their eyes.

But.

Han Yi just glanced at a few people lightly, but did not speak, and then, his eyes fell on the road in front of him, on the bus stop sign, and then retracted and looked at the shops on the left and right.

Everything in sight is real, alive, moving, and alive.

But when the drink fell just now, he had already seen what he had written three years ago a moment in advance.

About that dream.

He had already remembered everything.

Longevity disaster.

That's right.

He is spending his life disaster, and the world in front of him is the world that the life disaster pulls him into, and the life disaster can also peek into people's hearts and reproduce the past.

This world is not fictional, but once existed.

In addition, all the things that have happened around him in the past few years are a secret confrontation between himself and Shou Yu.

Sharing things in the immortal cultivation world with my family, writing blogs, and the funeral of the old leader, I often flicker with a sense of unreality, all the time, reminding myself that this is an unreal world, and I am spending my life and disaster.

And his wife interrupted his thinking, and his memory gradually blurred, thinking that it was just a dream, including these high school students accidentally falling down from a drink, it was a mysterious rule, making him gradually forget everything in the immortal world and become a mortal.

It's not thrilling, but it's dangerous.

But when you are completely sure that this is the manifestation of the rules of longevity, this world is not far from dissipating.

Thinking of this, Han Yi suddenly showed a hint of eagerness in his eyes.

He picked up his bag, didn't look at the helpless high school students, rushed into the subway, and rushed into the subway door that was about to close at the last moment.

Everything around him began to dissipate slightly.

The sound in the subway, sometimes distant, sometimes close, this unreal feeling is becoming more and more obvious.

Han Yi was anxious.

When the subway arrived, he rushed out, rode an electric car, and walked beside the greenway that he had been passing by for several years, looking at the green trees on both sides of the greenway, which began to flicker, changing between disappearance and existence.

When I finally got home, I pushed the door open.

The wife wrote in the bedroom, in the living room, the mother and her daughter and son were playing, Han Yi pushed the door open, which startled them, and the wife also pushed the door out, and was about to speak, but it seemed that the pause button was pressed.

Han Yi's eyes were sad.

Two lines of clear tears, silently slipping down.

Before his eyes.

The familiar furniture began to flicker and disappear.

The living room, including the people in the living room, the four familiar faces, began to fade away.

His gaze began to rise, and then to rise.

Rumble!

In my mind, a roar suddenly sounded, as if it opened the world and shook the earth.

Han Yi came back to his senses.

Now.

He was sitting in the quiet room of Xuandan Sect and Qinglong Peak.

Near the body, there is a spiritual mist that is so thick that it cannot be dissolved.

But.

When he came back to his senses, there was a sudden golden light in his eyes, which shot through the spiritual mist, and a strong aura suddenly emanated, directly dispersing the spirit gathering array within three meters, and then bombarded the spirit killing psychedelic array, this third-order mid-grade spirit array, was shaken.

The mist dissipated.

Han Yi's figure appeared.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged on the futon, and the golden light in his eyes gradually subsided, but on his face, there were two lines of tears, but he couldn't stop it.

"Me, this is??"

In Han Yi's heart, a sad emotion couldn't help but surge out, this emotion, he couldn't contain it, and he instinctively didn't want to contain it.

In his memory.

At the last moment, the three changes of the Linghai had just ended, and then, before he could do anything else, the life disaster in the three disasters of Jindan suddenly came.

He knew that the disaster was coming.

But.

When he came back to his senses, he didn't know what had happened.

For him, time and intuition contradict each other, time, reality is just a moment, but intuition tells him that he has definitely experienced a long time in life.

This time was the main reason for his tears just now.

And.

Intuition slammed into his heart, making him never forget, never forget.

But.

Han Yi slapped his head, but he couldn't think of it, he really couldn't think of it.

A moment later.

He stopped and wiped away his tears.

Since I can't think of it, I don't force it.

When you become stronger, you will be able to unravel the secrets of longevity.

Han Yi sank his mind and fell into his own spiritual sea.

Now.

The three changes in the spiritual sea make the form of the spiritual sea completely different from that of the foundation building period, the space here is larger, the depth is wider, and the mana in the spiritual sea has become a semi-fluid, and there is only a shallow layer.

In the spiritual sea, a golden golden pill is suspended above the spiritual sea, and the golden light is sprinkled, shining brightly in the spiritual sea.

Han Yi's mind was pulled up and entered the sea of knowledge.

Although the three changes in the spiritual sea are only aimed at the spiritual sea, however, after the condensation of the golden pill, in the sea of consciousness, the divine soul has also been increased, the space of the sea of consciousness has been doubled, and the strength of the divine soul has also doubled.

Purely from the perspective of the divine soul, Han Yi has already reached the standard of the middle stage of the Jindan, and in the middle stage, it is not low, at least it is much stronger than Yan Bu, who has just stepped into the middle stage of the Jindan.

Han Yi did not choose to leave the customs immediately.

Instead, he inhaled violently, frantically inhaled the aura in the Spirit Killing Array into his abdomen, and pressed it into the Spirit Sea.

But.

In the past, the aura that could fill the sea of mana, at this moment, only increased the shallow semi-fluid mana at the bottom of the spiritual sea.

After being promoted to Jin Dan, the mana that his body could hold had skyrocketed dozens of times.

To know.

He is a first-class immortal base of the divine soul, and when building the foundation, the spiritual sea also skyrocketed eighty-eight times, and at this moment, breaking through the golden pill is aimed at the spiritual sea, and the natural increase is even more exaggerated.

Three months passed.

Han Yicai felt a feeling of satiety, this feeling of satiety was the Linghai's accommodation of mana, which had reached the extreme.

He put away the remaining spirit stones in the quiet room.

In order to prevent accidents, Han Yi took out a thousand high-grade spirit stones at the beginning, but under normal circumstances, breaking through the golden pill, where do you need so much, a most basic low-grade magic weapon, that is, more than a hundred high-grade spirit stones.

This thousand-grade spirit stone can buy an extremely strong low-grade magic weapon.

He had understood that more than a hundred high-grade spirit stones could enable the Jindan monk who had just broken through to completely stabilize his cultivation.

Han Yi's preparation is tenfold, which is not too much.

And this time he broke through.

It cost more than 800 spirit stones, and there are still about 100 left, and they are taken back into the Qiankun Ring.

Then.

Then put away the Spirit Killing Psychedelic Array.

He opened the door and went out.

It has been more than nine months since he went into retreat.

The speed of this retreat was more than twice as fast as that of other Jindan monks, which was the reason why Han Yi was well prepared and had a solid foundation.

Walking out of the ashram, his body began to rise slowly.

Monk Jindan has been able to get rid of gravity and fly away in the true sense.

Han Yi, who flew away, had just broken through Jindan, and his feelings about the world were different from those before, and the whole world, in front of it, was more vivid and clearer.

Promoted to Jindan, he can be called a real person.

In fact, Jin Dan is the dividing line between people and immortals, and the promotion of Jin Dan is already on the road of immortals.

In some weak spirit worlds, the golden pill that flies to the sky can already be called an immortal.

Monks at this level already have mysterious and unpredictable powers.

Suddenly.

He turned to look towards the position of Doufa Peak, where an angry emotion was brewing.

This anger is not the anger of a single person, but the anger emanating from a collective.

He frowned, and instead of going directly to Doufa Peak, he fell down and walked into the Blue Dragon Palace.

(End of chapter)