Every man will have a protagonist dream since he was a child, and so is Fangzheng, who has also thought that he is the chosen one since he was a child.

When I was a child, I dreamed of martial arts, and I imagined that one day I would open up the second line of Ren Du and become a hero admired by everyone. Fangzheng even got up early every day to go to the park to run, watching those masters fitness and tai chi, hoping that there would be a hermit master in the middle, who could see his bones Qingqi, and spread his shocking martial arts, and since then he has fought all over the world and is famous all over the world.

And among the old people, there are indeed good teachers, who don't take a penny, and pass on his fitness Tai Chi. Fang Zheng has practiced carefully for several years, but he still can't jump off the wall of the school, fly flowers and pick leaves, and he can't hurt anyone. However, the good morning exercise habit of adolescence gave him a strong and upright body, and he gained a good skin, which can be regarded as the east corner.

When I grew up, I finally understood the legal society, not to mention that there was no kind of kung fu, even if I really practiced the nine yin and nine yang invented by Jin Dada, I still couldn't be a hero. In a society where everyone understands the law, the boss of the club has to wear a suit like Zhou Chaoxian played by Liang Jiahui, and this martial arts dream is completely shattered.

Then I started to dream of being rich, accompanied by luxury cars, mansions, and beautiful women every day, and I already have a net worth of 10 billion yuan but I speak seriously to the people around me: "Do you think I am as happy as you imagined?"

This dream woke up faster, tired and tired from 9 to 5 every day, just enough to make ends meet, plus give the money to the bank in vain, just to change a thin paper with a validity period of 70 years, it is only 60 square meters.

This day was not over until half a year ago, and then I saw that the family's savings were still more than 99.9 million yuan away from a small goal, and I comforted myself that I didn't owe money to the bank after all, and sighed and continued to work.

I buy a lottery ticket for ten yuan a week, hoping that one day the chicken and donkey god mistakenly clicks on himself, and it can be regarded as adding some incense to the dream of the rich, reminding himself that if his heart is there, the dream is there.

Now Fang is blooming in the last moment of his life, and the hero saves the beauty and fulfills his long-shattered martial arts dream, so from the perspective of realizing the dream, life is not useless. It's just that right now it's just a wisp of remnant soul, but someone comes to tell me that you are actually the protagonist, and you should cultivate the truth! This way of achieving this is really a bit unbelievable.

When he was born, there was no vision, his brain was not very bright when he was studying, he had practiced tai chi, and he was clumsy, and he almost made the old man who taught him a good temper anxious and his temper was not good. I never thought that I had a spiritual root!

I just want to think about it, the words of the man just now can be remembered in my heart, and now I feel that the fog in front of me is getting heavier and heavier, and I think that I am not far from dissipating. No matter what method that person gives, this is the last chance!

When I think about it, a string of characters appears in front of me, and I know it just by looking at it, and I get confused when I connect it. Forget it, don't think about it! Now is not the season to scrutinize the root words, Founder just read them one by one according to the characters.

The incantation was obscure, and the tone change and turn were quite irregular, and Fang Zheng didn't know how many times he read it, but it took a lot of effort to read it and memorize it. And as soon as he remembered it, the characters disappeared, which was really amazing.

But at this time, Fang Zheng couldn't care about this immortal method anymore, the fog was getting thicker and thicker! Fang Zheng knew that when there was fog in front of him, he would become this fog, and he didn't know how many souls would come out of such a thick fog.

However, Fang Zheng knew in his heart that if he couldn't go into the courtyard, he would become the same kind as them. And now every time he reads the Fa Decision, he feels that the outline of his body has appeared, and now it is the speed of life and death, to see whether he is condensing or sublimating quickly.

As he became familiar with the Fadul and read faster and faster, the fog finally stopped slowly becoming heavier, but gradually faded. Fang Zheng knew in his heart that this was because the speed of his condensation exceeded the speed of dissipation. As long as you go down at this speed, sooner or later you can condense your body, cultivate the so-called three souls, and enter that courtyard!

Thinking of this, I was not in a hurry, so I read it at the current speed. He has been ordinary for 30 years, but he has not been able to get ahead but has never fallen, relying on his casual heart, in the words of others, "Fang is the true Buddha system, I didn't see him in a hurry" The ordinary days have been for a long time, so that he has really cultivated this dusty state of mind.

Finally, he condensed his appearance from an air mass, Fang Zheng took a long breath, saw the direction clearly, and walked straight towards the garden yard.

When I entered the courtyard, I found that I had stepped into another world, and the color was no longer monotonous gray and white. It becomes colorful and gorgeous, pavilions and water pavilions, waterfalls and flowing water, beautiful. In the middle of the courtyard, there is a pool, and through the winding corridor, you can reach the pavilion in the middle of the pool. There is a stone chess scale on the pavilion, and there are two stone piers on the side, and on one of the stone piers sits a person, who is the man in white who speaks by himself.

Fang Zheng hurriedly said to the man in white: "Thank you for the grace of the immortals for recreation!" The man in white beckoned him to come in, his face was still unwavering, and he said word by word: "You are just communicating with the soul of heaven and earth, and you have recreated the three souls, and you are far from success." ”

Fang Zheng walked into the pavilion through the cloister and saw that there was not a word on the stone chess scale, but it was a Go board. When he didn't know whether to sit or stand or simply kneel, the man in white turned his palm and pointed to the stone pier opposite him, signaling him to sit down.

Just when I didn't know what to say, the man in white spoke, and his voice was consistent without a trace of tone, "You must want to ask me why I chose you to come here, and who am I, what do I want you to do, you don't have to speak, I'll tell you one by one! Don't open your mouth if you have any questions, I'm not used to people interrupting me, remember?"

Fang Zheng hurriedly hugged his fists and wanted to say yes, but thought that the other party didn't want to let him speak, so he nodded and signaled that he understood.

"There is no name here, or there is a name that you don't know, you can call him the Immortal Realm. I'm not the kind of immortal you talk about, but I have also cultivated an indestructible golden body, and I think it's almost the same as the immortal in your eyes.

I haven't been to the small world where you are, but I have brought a lot of souls like you, I don't commit murder, your death has nothing to do with me! I just brought the souls of your small world who have just died, and taught them the method of condensing souls.

People in your small world can't cultivate, and there are a lot of distracting thoughts, but after so long, you are the first person who can hold your mind alone until the end of soul condensation. This is it, if there is no Taoist heart, empty talk about cultivation is tantamount to a mirror, and after all, it is an empty dream.

I have seen that there are many people in your realm, and I have learned the language and writing habits of your realm, but after all, it is not my own knowledge, and the people I bring have mixed knowledge and knowledge, so you can understand these words. If you don't understand, I'm not going to explain it to you, do you understand?"

Fang Zheng secretly slandered the soul of teaching him language and writing, this style is either an old pedant who dropped his schoolbag or a loyal lover of Xiuzhen literature, this half-literate and half-white sandwich rice is really awkward to hear! Fortunately, he also loves to read Xiuzhen Wen! He said in a loud voice: "Understand, understand, students fully understand!"

The man in white paused, and then said: "The people in your realm are similar to the people in my cultivation, but the seven spirits are not connected, and the three souls cannot be gathered, so you can't cultivate the true immortals! I have to find a cultivation realm among the thousands of small worlds, and find a skin bag with you to place your three souls. I'll teach you how to open the Seven Spirits Chakra, and as for how far you can cultivate, it's up to you to create it!"

Seeing Fang Zheng standing with his hands down, but without saying anything, he opened his mouth again and asked, "You don't understand?"

Fang Zheng hurriedly said: "The student understands everything, the student is waiting for the teacher to tell me what to do." "This man in white brought his dead self here, taught himself to reforge the three souls, and also found another physical soul in the cultivation world, and taught himself to cultivate the truth! This warmth has been sent home, don't want anything?

This is not a pie in the sky, this is the treasure of the forty thieves who fell from the sky! He didn't even need to let himself say "open the door with sesame seeds", how could that be possible!

However, he is now a fish on the board, and if the request of the knife warrior on the other side is not too excessive, he will definitely agree. In fact, he was also very curious about what the man in white could ask of him, he was just a soul, what could this indestructible golden immortal let him do for him!

At this time, the man in white shook his head and said, "I don't need you to pay anything, you only have three souls left, what do you get?

What I asked you to do, it's useless if you don't know about it! If you can teach your disciples, it will be the greatest reward for me if you can let them come here! When you can really find immortality and come here, you will naturally understand why I am looking for you!"

When the words fell, the man in white pressed his hand on Fang Zheng's forehead, Fang Zheng only felt that familiar power appeared again, and this time he stuffed more things into his mind, only to make his mind rise.

After doing these things, the man in white waved his hand, and a large whirlpool rose out of the pool under the pavilion, and a landscape appeared in the middle of the whirlpool.

Fang Zheng's ears finally sounded the words of the man in white: "The realm you go to is called the 'Lingtai Realm'. The language of this world is the same as your own, but the words are quite different. I have passed on all the exercises and the texts of this realm to you, and if you have attained cultivation, you will naturally see what you should see.

After I find a new skin with you, I will help you open the Heavenly Chong Soul Chakra in the Seven Spirits, so that you can accept the aura of heaven and earth in the world, and in the future, you can control the blessings and disasters of life and death yourself! If you want to cultivate the truth, then go there!"

The man in white stood on the railing and looked at the pond in a trance, and at some point another person appeared at the chess table behind him, dressed like the man in white, but he was dressed in black and black hair. The man in black sat down slowly and said to the man in white: "Xiaobai, I always think that you are not doing this properly, that guy is stupid, can he do it?"

The man in white didn't look back, and said: "There is no foolproof truth in this world, we have to do something, and we don't have to do anything! The immortal realm is not only you and me, he is mediocre, if he goes down, he can stir the world upside down, I'm afraid someone will directly destroy him in the lower realm!"

The man in black nodded himself and said, "You have always been smarter than me, and you have thought well. It's just that you gave him too little, and there is no half-point dependence on life and death in the nether realm, if it can be done!" After speaking, he got up and came to Tan's side, and threw down a black wooden stick that the man in white had placed on the side of the stone table just now.

The man in white looked at him with a playful smile on his face: "My thing, you gave it generously! It's not that I don't want to give it, it's just that his Nether Realm cultivation is so low, how can this thing you send him guarantee that it will reach him? How can he keep this thing in his hand?"

The man in black said: "Except for him, no one else can use it, it's just a wooden stick, how can it not get into his hands?"

The man in white then asked, "If he can't find this stick?" The man in black laughed and said, "You, you have calculated too much, there is nothing foolproof in this world, and you don't need it now anyway! If he can't find it, then let it be a stick in that world, and there is no shortage of sticks in such a big and small world." ”