The moon is dark and the wind is high, Fuying Town, Sanli Street, there are not many lanterns on the street, and it is not bright. A young man in black walked slowly and alone on the spacious and deserted street, and when he walked to Zhang Ji Candy Shop, the young man stopped.

The door of the sugar shop was closed, the shop was not hung with lanterns, and the signboard was not very clear, but the boy knew that this was Zhang Ji Sugar Shop.

Something seemed to be missing, and the boy's eyes showed confusion.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and in addition to the young man in black, dozens of people in black suddenly popped out of the originally empty street. The first bearded man carried a bright machete in his hand, and for some reason, the machete was particularly bright at night.

"Dugu Nirvana, it should come, it always comes!" the bearded man had a hideous face.

The black-clothed young man had a puzzled look on his face, and suddenly, he seemed to understand something.

It seemed like a dream, but the young man in black didn't seem so sure, and he asked, "Are you dead?"

The bearded man seemed to be frightened, and then roared angrily: "You killed me, and I will seek your life!"

The young man in black was upset and said, "Then you can try it!"

The bearded man slashed out hard, and the knife aura was fierce, more than ten times more domineering than Liu Yishan's knife qi. The young man in black pulled out the black python pattern wooden stick behind his back, but he didn't use this wooden stick to answer, but flashed and jumped into the group of black-clothed people, the speed was staggering.

The bearded knife split the gate of the courtyard opposite the sugar shop in half. When he turned around again, he only saw the dozens of men in black in chaos.

It was forty-two men in black, and the young man in black didn't know why, but he was very sure.

The forty-two men dispersed, and from time to time there were thorns on the ground, but there was no earth-shaking power. Maybe there are too many people, but these forty-two people are hindered everywhere, and they can't use their skills.

And the black-clothed young man was like a loach, burrowing through the crowd, and no one could catch him.

The bearded man was distraught and shouted, "Spread out, jump on the roof for me!"

The forty-two men seemed to be well-trained, and as soon as they heard the bearded man's command, they ran to the places where there were houses or shops on both sides of the street, and their movements were quite neat. And the young man in black also followed the four people and jumped on the roof, and the four men in black danced hand in hand, but they couldn't touch the young man in black.

Others seemed surprised.

The bearded man shouted again: "Dizitang, seal that house!"

As soon as the words fell, the four men in black surrounded the house where the young man in black was, made a handprint, and chanted words in their mouths.

I saw four walls of air rising into the sky, but just as this wall of air was about to cover the five people on the roof, I only heard one of the men in black scream, and fell from the roof to the house, and the young man in black seemed to have borrowed strength from this man in black, and he had already reached the street in a flash.

"How can it be so fast?" the three men in black on the top of the house looked at each other.

The moment he saw the black-clothed young man appear on the street, the bearded man's left hand, which was not holding a knife, also formed a handprint, and then waved his left hand, which seemed to be grabbing it into the air, and then threw it towards the black-clothed boy, only to see a few drops of water flying towards the black-clothed boy at an incredible speed.

At this moment, the black-clothed young man kicked his left foot, and the ground was trampled out of a pit, and in the next moment, the black-clothed young man had appeared on the roof of Zhang Ji's sugar shop, and on that roof, there were three black-clothed people.

When the black-clothed boy just stepped on the roof, the three black-clothed men had triumphant smiles on their faces.

The sugar shop seemed to be suddenly broken, turning into countless sawdust tiles, and the black-clothed boy fell into the shop, and on the ground in the shop, countless high-flying thorns burst out, accompanied by various chaotic sounds, the three black-clothed people had fallen onto the street, and for a while the smoke was around the sugar shop, and no one knew what the situation was inside.

The bearded man snorted coldly and said, "The Earth Spirit Spirit Array arranged in advance by the Tianzi Hall is not comparable to the Earth Spirit Skill of the Law Word Hall!"

Before he finished speaking, he heard several screams from another rooftop.

The bearded man and the three men in black on the street looked up, and several of the men in black held their heads and fell to the ground, groaning. Look at the young man in black, he has already appeared on another roof.

The bearded man seemed to have lost his patience, and shouted: "Don't worry about your companions, whoever kills this kid will be rewarded with a three-grade pill!" After speaking, he rushed forward, raised his hand and slashed at the roof where the black-clothed young man was.

The knife flashed, the house seemed to be paper-paste, it was split in half, the black-clothed man on the roof was splashed with blood, one was directly split by the knife qi, and several other people were also injured by the knife qi, but the black-clothed young man was no longer there.

The bearded man frantically swung at the black-clothed boy one after another, and with each drop of the knife, he could hear the screams of his fellow men and the cracking of houses and grounds! After a few breaths, the streets were full of smoke and dust, and nothing could be seen clearly.

The bearded man breathed heavily and stared deadly ahead.

An immature voice sounded: "Chen Er, all of these people were killed by you." ”

The bearded man smiled and said, "You lured me to kill, and the murderer is still you." Besides, what if someone has already died once?"

The young man's voice came over again: "I want to know, is it your original intention to snatch the Six Yang Pill, or is it the instigation of the people of the Tianxing Sect?"

The bearded man laughed and said, "You're crazy, it's in your dreams! You don't know anything yourself, do you think I can give you the answer?"

"Hahahaha!" the young man's hearty laughter came, "You cultivate the spirit, but you can't give up the martial arts, it seems that the water spirit technique, if you don't have enough water, the lethality is not as good as your sword technique." ”

As he spoke, the smoke gradually dissipated, and the figure of a young man appeared in the bearded man's eyes, and he suddenly slashed out three times.

But the black-clothed young man was like a bolt of lightning, zigzag forward, easily dodging the three sword qi, and poked a stick on the bearded man's middle acupoint.

The bearded man's left hand had grasped a water bag at some point, and the plug had been pulled out, but as if his whole body was paralyzed, he was motionless, and the black-clothed young man pushed hard with a wooden stick, and the beard fell backwards.

The black-clothed young man walked forward slowly, and as he walked, he muttered to himself: "Is this second-level light skill and stick technique so powerful?"

As if not afraid to wake up his neighbors, the boy raised his voice again and said, "Why do I know I'm dreaming now?"

"How am I going to wake up?" the young man in black said this, as if he was amused by himself, and muttered, "Why are you waking up, how good it is in your dreams." ”

No longer moving, the black-clothed young man meditated on the spot and began to think.

Is dream a type of mental power?

Obviously not in reality, but the feelings of the young man in black are so real.

Dreams seem to be under your control, but some things seem to surprise you. Dreams don't seem to be just an extension of memories, and there are many things in dreams that I may never have experienced.

How did the dream come about?

It's like the heavenly water in your dantian, whether it really exists in your body or not, it is unknown, but it can indeed provide you with fighting energy and affect people and things in reality.

Could it be that some forces are effective on specific objects? For example, the combat strength or spiritual power in the body affects the aura in reality? The combat strength or spiritual power can destroy the environment because it destroys the aura in the environment? It can hurt people, that is, it hurts people's aura? Could it be that people and all things in heaven and earth are composed of different kinds of aura?

The young man in black was also uncertain in his heart, and sighed: "It's hard to distinguish between fiction and reality!"

Since he began to study the Four Classics, the young man in black has indeed gained a lot, but he can't say where the benefits are.

According to the "Four Classics", mental power exists in people's minds.

Cultivating the mind is to realize one's own mind, and to devote oneself to the understanding of one's own heart in the silence of all things. In meditation, carefully understand the seven emotions and six senses: joy, anger, worry, fear, love, hatred, desire, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind. It can even be said that he is immersed in these seven emotions and six senses, which can be said to be contrary to the cultivation of the Immortal Dao.

Suddenly, a thought popped up in the young man's mind, could it be that the mental power in his mind was like a dream, and there was a world that was both ethereal but real?

Reality and fiction are born together, and there is no birth together!

Thinking of this, the young man in black felt as if he had opened a door to the world of mental power, and his mind was suddenly refreshed.

Closing his eyes, the young man in black entered meditation, moreover, deep meditation.

obviously didn't open his eyes, but the young man in black "saw" the originally messy Sanli Street in Fuying Town, and disappeared suddenly. The whole world has changed drastically, and in an instant, he "sees" himself again, sitting cross-legged on a pool of lake water.

The lake is like a mirror, sparkling with waves, but also clearly reflected in the towering ancient trees surrounded on all sides and the towering snow-capped mountains.

The white clouds in the sky are leisurely, the fish in the water are cheerful, the birds in the forest come and go, and the young people in the lake are at ease.

I don't know how long it took, but the black-clothed young man in the center of the lake opened his eyes and was about to get up. Originally, when he sat on the water, he was still comfortable, as if there was nothing unreasonable, but when the boy was about to stand up, he suddenly fell into the lake.

The young man in black didn't panic, he still had the water nature. After a few tosses, I wanted to float up to the surface of the lake to breathe, but I felt as if something was pulling me and sinking to the bottom of the lake.

Quite helpless, the black-clothed young man held his breath, feeling the power of the lake pushing his body one after another, and suddenly immersed himself in the artistic conception of the light skills and stick techniques of the first layer of Tianwu Jue - "Four Seas Swimming" and "Four Seas Dry".