Chapter 2: A Dream in a Hundred Years

"Great, finally stop crying!"

The aunts and sisters all breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's not going to be dead, is it?"

Some good deeds speculated, and suddenly attracted a burst of angry eyes.

"As early as a year ago, when Xiaoqing came to our Zizhu Town, I knew that he was not an ordinary person."

A respectable old man with a deep face.

"None of us are Xiao Qingge's opponents combined, of course he is extraordinary!"

The bully followed suit.

At the gate of the courtyard, the onlookers began to gossip.

Changqing was pushed out of the house by the eldest mother.

"The guy hasn't married a wife yet, so you should avoid it, otherwise it will cause criticism and give you a daughter-in-law."

“……”

Changqing stopped in the courtyard and was silent for a while.

"It's not easy for the widow of Xiao Wang, and the orphans and widows have no relatives to take care of......"

"Okay, okay, let's all disperse!"

The eldest lady stayed behind to take care of the widow Wang, and the others also left one after another.

Changqing was not good to stay and returned to the Ximen vegetable market.

Originally, everyone thought that Xiao Wang's widow's house had something dirty, but Changqing didn't believe it.

But now, everyone doesn't believe in dirty things, but Changqing does.

Back at the stall, Changqing put on an apron.

"With this ability, what are you still killing chickens for?"

In front of the stall, it was immediately crowded with people, and even the surrounding vendors pricked up their ears.

"Then it's even more chicken-killing."

Changqing's words made everyone scratch their heads.

After a pause, Changqing continued: "From now on, kill chickens, a copper plate." ”

Everyone was stunned, and the surrounding vendors were speechless.

You don't have any competitors in Zizhu Town, why did you lower the price yourself?

Originally, the people who saw that Changqing was not in the stall and took the chickens home, heard that Changqing had reduced the price, and they also brought the chickens back.

A copper plate can't buy a big meat-filled bun.

"I only kill live chickens...... Forget it, take it. ”

Changqing continued to kill the chickens neatly, only to become very silent.

It wasn't until the afternoon that the stall was closed an hour later than usual, and it was considered busy.

"Xiaoqing, what kind of grudge do you have with chickens?"

The vendor selling chickens on the side laughed and quipped.

Changqing smiled slightly, but did not explain.

The vendor continued: "Aren't you afraid that one day the chickens in the town will become fine and come to you to settle accounts?" ”

The vendor's mother-in-law interrupted: "Go, go, we are selling chickens, what nonsense are you talking about, even if the chickens can really become sperm, they will be slaughtered by Xiaoqing!" ”

Changqing listened, and his heart was even more uneasy.

I hurriedly returned to my rented yard and slept directly on the reclining chair in the courtyard.

After a short time, Changqing was already asleep.

In the dream, Changqing dreamed of the divine sword again.

Since the time travel, I can dream of it in every dream.

The translucent divine sword, with all kinds of divine light circulating, has a sense of darkness in Changqing's heart.

Creation of the Sword of Immortality.

own lifespan.

Nine thousand three hundred years.

A cool breeze woke up the hungry evergreen.

didn't care about cooking, Changqing was still lying down, but his eyes were shining.

Creating the Immortal Sword, Changqing has already verified that it is real.

Its capabilities are threefold.

One: The thief of time.

Slay living beings and gain the remaining life of the opponent.

A chicken is out of the cage in a year, and the lifespan is about seven or eight years, and killing one can increase the lifespan of six or seven years. This ability will not be affected by other factors, that is, even if it is a sick chicken, even if it can only live for a few days, if it is killed by Changqing, it can still gain six or seven years of life.

Ordinary plants and trees have also tried, but no.

Two: A dream in a hundred years.

Consume life and gain insight.

It is equivalent to spending a hundred years to focus on one thing and complete it in an instant, and a hundred years is the lowest unit.

Changqing, out of prudence, saved up three hundred years of life, and tried to use it once, which directly made his technique of killing chickens perfect.

Later, I used it one after another, and I wanted to step into the path of cultivation.

As a result, there is a method of refining the body, which makes his body continue to grow stronger.

A strong donkey can't pull a day's stone mill, and Changqing can easily lift it.

No matter how hard the stone or iron is, Changqing can also crush and knead it at will.

But after the body is strong to a limit, it can't move in, and after using it several times in a row, there is no new perception of a hundred years of dreams, and Changqing stops.

Because of this, Changqing thinks that this is an ordinary world.

Three: Instant eternity.

Consumes life and slows down the flow of time.

If you let go of the crazy loss of life at any cost, you can even make time stand still.

But when he is still, Changqing can only move his thoughts.

When the flow of time is slowed down, Changqing's movements can only be within the tolerance range of the body.

"This is not an ordinary world, and it doesn't seem that I am abnormal."

"Before going to Xiao Wang's widow's house with my eldest mother, I launched a dream of a hundred years, and I realized that there are many mysteries in stopping children's crying."

"Since there are dirty things in this world, there will inevitably be spirits, and naturally there will be ways to cultivate."

"There is no way, there is no way, I rely on my own research and understanding, let alone hundreds of years, even if it is a thousand years, I may not be able to do it if I come through."

Changqing had a number in his heart, and since he had determined that there was a way to cultivate, the life span consumed by comprehending the method of cultivation would not be wasted.

If it doesn't work for a thousand years, then two thousand years. If it doesn't work for 2,000 years, then 3,000 years!

Anyway, it has accumulated nine thousand three hundred years now!

It's time to splurge!

Thinking of it, he acted, and Changqingpan sat up.

Close your eyes and meditate in your heart.

Unleash a Dream in 100 Years!

Once...... Twice...... Three times......

Ten ...... Twenty ...... Thirty ......

After consuming nine thousand years of life, Changqing suddenly opened his eyes.

The light in his eyes seemed to be much brighter.

Changqing sniffled, as if she had smelled something strange.

In the air, there seems to be an inexplicable force that enters the body with the breath.

The scorching sun overhead, there was a steady stream of scorching power, making Changqing's body warm.

There was a realization in his heart, which made Changqing begin to breathe rhythmically.

As time slowly passed, a warm current appeared in the body.

Weak silk, intermittent.

But it was this warm current that made Changqing feel that his strength had changed drastically.

clenched his fists, and the explosive sense of power made Changqing feel invincible.

"Nine thousand years of life, in exchange for the cultivation of the ......"

Changqing was a little stunned in his heart, is this because his understanding is too poor?

Moreover, this cultivation path seems to be a little strange.

It stands to reason that you should be able to perceive a certain kind of exercise and continue to practice with the help of it.

But Changqing felt that he was directly swallowing the aura of heaven and earth and absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon.

"Strength increased, enough to deal with spirits. Don't talk about chicken essence, I'm not afraid of any essence. ”

"But when it comes to dealing with dirty, the spells I memorize might be more reliable."

Changqing continued to launch a dream for a hundred years, leaving himself a hundred years of life, and the remaining two hundred years, feeling two spells.