The four big dreams are awakened

Mingding City.

The sun is rising, from time to time there are monks with strange beasts swaggering through the market, the monk's dress is simple and elegant, the aura in the air, is hundreds of thousands of years of rich, a monk standing on the Suzaku Street is a little distracted, looked down at his hands, and felt the spiritual power in his body: Jindan! He is still in the Jindan period! Looking around in disbelief, the mansions lined up on the south side of Suzaku Street are still faintly visible. The whole city has a fresh and vibrant feeling, which is completely different from the oldest city on the land of Shenzhou 100,000 years later, when the Mingding City was quaint and desolate, full of traces of time.

Seeing that he was still in a daze, the monk in front of him finally stopped, turned around, and glared at him angrily: "Zuo Shaoxin, what are you doing in a daze?"

He raised his head, looked at the familiar and unfamiliar face, and moved his lips: "Big brother!"

The monk he called his eldest brother looked very impatient: "Let's go! What are you doing slowly? My father has just returned from Guiyuan Sect and wants to see you by name!"

Father, his impression was already very vague, but he vaguely remembered that it was not a good thing like himself! He secretly scolded himself, and when his eyes swept to the two people standing on the side of the street, he involuntarily stopped.

An extremely rare Buddhist cultivator, the light of the human head in the crowd is particularly abrupt, and a gangster-like monk next to him stands shoulder to shoulder with the Buddha cultivator.

Urging his eldest brother to turn around, he followed his gaze, and couldn't help pouting and sneering: "What are you looking at, these two miscellaneous are not afraid of looking at dirty eyes!"

"Miscellaneous?" Zuo Shaoxin chewed these two words in his mouth, evoking a cool smile, Kunlun Ancestor and Kunlun Qixiu, who have stood on the land of Shenzhou for hundreds of thousands of years, are they miscellaneous brothers, two thousand years later, it is the miscellaneous in your mouth, and with great force, the largest sect in this Shenzhou has been established. His gaze turned to the chaotic void outside Mingding City, where a sect that had no one before or after would open up, completely ending the grand occasion of large and small sects on top of Shenzhou.

"Xiao Yuanzi's girl is coming today, she came from the 100,000 miles mountain, what's the matter, I have to invite her to have a good meal, a breakthrough a few days ago, the spirit stones on my body have run out, little fan, you go to the edge, change a few spirit stones, okay!" The Kunlun Patriarch, who was worshiped by countless monks in later generations, is now hanging on Shan Wudaunt's body in an extremely scoundrel posture.

The most famous Buddhist monk in the impression of later generations did not look like a monk at the moment, and he looked at the monks who came and went, and he was still carrying a broken bowl in his hand.

No one paid any attention to him.

Zuo Shaoxin watched silently for a moment, stepped forward, and threw down a few spirit stones.

"Hey, thank you, good people have good luck!" the Kunlun Ancestor nodded at him with a smile.

Zuo Shaoxin didn't speak, and a familiar female voice sounded from behind him: "Isn't it? Song Yuanshan, good and fearless, you are both poor like this, and you still say that I will cover me when I come to Mingding City?"

"Oh, little round!" The two of them rushed over, Zuo Shaoxin turned around and looked over, this only friend of his more than 100,000 years of time appeared in front of him so unexpectedly, smaller than in his memory, and there was still a little liveliness between his eyebrows and eyes.

Looking at the three people fighting in front of him, he was suddenly a little reluctant to leave, is this an ordinary monk? He has not known what an ordinary monk feels like for a long time. He who is above all is lonely.

"Smack-" With a heavy blow to his head, Zuo Shaoxin's face changed suddenly, and he looked up at the monk who had hit him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked over dangerously.

The monk in front of him was unconscious, and stretched out his hand and slapped it again: "What is the stinky boy staring at me? Big brother can't beat you? Hurry up and go, if you don't leave, don't blame the big brother for being ruthless!"

Zuo Shaoxin was silent for a long time: "Okay." ”

The situation is stronger than the man.

The man who rarely came back once looked over and beckoned: "Shaoxin, come!"

Zuo Shaoxin raised his eyes and looked at the man with a gloomy temperament in front of him, a little lacking in interest.

He was chattering about his recent actions: "I sent into the Ruan family's detailed work, the Ruan family secretly gave birth to a talented junior, hiding it, I am afraid that I will wait for the black hand, hmph, my people are secretly dormant, I don't believe in the Ruan family's iron bucket, I can't find a weak point......;

This is a man who is not going well, using his crooked brains, wanting to investigate the group of big families in Mingding City one by one, his heart is higher than the sky, but his strength is not good.

Xu saw his carelessness, and the man slapped him over: "What are you stunned, you rebel son, don't you think of ideas for your father?"

"If you cultivate hard until you come out of the dust, naturally no one will refute your face. Zuo Shaoxin said lazily.

The man's face changed drastically, he was furious, and slapped it with a heavy palm.

I woke up so suddenly. Zuo Shaoxin looked at the surrounding clouds and mist, and was stunned: I'm dreaming again!

This is a world that is similar to the Three Thousand Realms but is not the Three Thousand Realms, and the monks here call this realm the Little Thousand Realms.

Without friends, even the flowers that often accompany him left and right are gone, and for some reason, some strange loneliness surrounds him. Is there anything rare about starting a sect, and so will I. So he founded a sect and established a sect, and there were countless disciples under his seat.

Zuo Shaoxin walked out of the main hall, and the surrounding monks looked at him respectfully, trembling, and did not dare to say a word in front of him.

After tens of thousands of years of strategizing, the small thousand worlds are looking at him first, but this sense of loneliness has become more and more intense. Isn't this exactly what you want? Why don't you feel happy in your heart?

No one dared to offend his authority, no one dared to admonish his decision, he was the master of this small thousand realms, a world that completely belonged to him, and he couldn't do it in the three thousand realms, but he did it in the small thousand realms by mistake.

But so lonely, in recent years, he has become more and more fond of dreaming, often dreaming of himself back then, the rise and fall of Kunlun, and the only confidant and friend in this endless time, compared to the obedient and obedient monks of the Little Thousand Realms, he began to miss the struggle of the monks of the Three Thousand Realms very much.

It's boring, it's really boring! Tens of thousands of years, Youhua probably either soared or fell, he was obsessed, I was afraid that it would be difficult to soar, and for some reason, an emotion called guilt surged all over the body.

A wall across the two worlds blocked his return, and the endless longevity was more like a delicate cage, eternal and eternal, and he would be imprisoned here, unable to break free.

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