"Fake? really? What do you mean?"

"Hey......" The old mountain lord kept shaking his head and sighing bitterly, Liu Chen's questions were sharper and sharper, and he regretted meeting him a little today, but Liu Chen was still young and knew too much, so he was afraid that he didn't know the blessings and misfortunes, "You have studied the martial arts, and the instructor who taught you the C-level martial arts should be Li Fuzi!"

Liu Chen nodded, and the old mountain lord continued: "After the cultivator concentrates, he can see himself, the so-called seeing himself is to evolve another self in the sea of knowledge, with the increase of cultivation, this other self will gradually become substantial, that is, what people often call a doppelganger, and when the enlightenment is extraordinary, after the baptism of the heavenly tribulation, this doppelganger can be regarded as truly flesh and blood, compared to the body, the doppelganger will inherit all the martial arts of the ontology, and the strength is comparable to the master of the Heavenly Order!"

"Why is it just comparable? Because of the transcendent realm, the practitioner can really experience the use of the law, the power of the law between heaven and earth, is the greatest reliance of the transcendent master, to this realm, the practitioner no longer relies on the vitality of heaven and earth, and begins to have his own origin power, this wisp of origin power, can not be imposed on the doppelganger, therefore, the saint of bliss you see, she is real, she can use her own origin power, and can easily control the laws between heaven and earth, and the shopkeeper, he is fake, he has no origin power, and he cannot control the laws of heaven and earth, although the cultivation is extraordinary, but the strength can at most be able to tie with your uncle, or even worse！”

"Whose doppelganger is he?Sir, sitting in front of me, are you true or false?" Liu Chen was shocked in his heart, everything that was true and false almost made him almost lose his mind.

"As for whose doppelganger he is, you will know in the future, and I'm a fake......"

"False...... Liu Chen's heart twitched, and he hurriedly reached out and grabbed the old mountain master's arm, constantly rubbing, constantly stroking, he could clearly hear the flow of blood, and could deeply feel the beating of his heart, if such a flesh-and-blood living person was fake, then what kind of existence was the real transcendent?

"Yes, fake!" Let Liu Chen fiddle, the old mountain master's back gradually began to ricket, and the wrinkles on his face became more and more profound, and when Liu Chen withdrew his hand in despair, the old man smiled bitterly and said slowly: " A thousand years ago, the rise of the state religion, since that time, the extraordinary master has been unable to survive on this continent, the only way to let us survive is to draw the ground as a prison, seal yourself for life, and stay outside to walk, and it can only be the true and false incarnation outside the body, eleven years ago, Bliss lost her doppelganger in Chongzhou, after learning your news, she wanted to come out to see you, do you know that this glance is enough for her to take a few steps closer to the Immortal King...... Don't hate her, some love will make you feel painful, but it is enough to make you unforgettable!"

"According to Mr. Mao's words, the shopkeeper is fake, you are fake, and even the people who were killed by the shopkeeper are also fake, why is this?" Knowing that the Holy Maiden of Bliss had to pay such a big price in order to see herself, Liu Chen's heart hurt suddenly, and the indescribable discomfort gradually spread throughout his body.

"Haotian is rejecting us, where there is light, we will age faster, all these years, everything the Wuhun Hall has done is to find out the truth of the matter, since ancient times, cultivation is for immortality, but in the last thousand years, the higher the cultivation, the faster the vitality passes, you see your uncle, but in his fifties, compared to the seventy-year-old man on Suzaku Street, he is still more haggard, this is not what we want...... In the past thousand years, there have been many extraordinary masters, but in the end, in just a hundred years, they turned into a cup of loess...... Lord Wang, this is your mission!"

"What Liu Bai can't do, why do you think I can do it?"

"We can't wait for the next Canglan County King to appear, if you don't do it, then in the next thousands of years, cultivation will become a unique way to commit suicide, and this way will make the cultivator's soul perish, and he will not be able to live forever! At that time, the Holy Ancestor and the Nine Saints will become the sinners of the human race, and everyone in the three thousand Daomen will be in danger, and the human race will eventually lose its faith, war, despair, and madness, and it will make this largest race in the Eastern Continent, step by step, go to extinction!"

"What should I do?"

"Pick up the sword and fight!" The figure of the old mountain lord gradually began to become illusory, when the mountain wind blew, his image began to fragment, and in the depths of the entire Bauhinia Mountain, a dry and hoarse chant began to sound, and the birds gathered in flocks, crossed the high mountain, flew over the sunset, and the afterglow of the setting sun was sprinkled in the greenery of Bauhinia Mountain, and the smoke curled in the distance, and the peach blossoms in front of him were ten miles.

"When the twilight drum rings again, when the fragrance of the flowers of the Buddha country is full of sad evening bells, when the vicissitudes of thousands of miles begin to swim upstream, when the gate of the demon kingdom comes to the world again, those warm and clear snow, blowing from the far north, the entire Eastern Continent, will be in this snowy night, start the four seasons like spring! In despair, people began to gather towards the Canglan River, and the people shouted the last sad song of the Xia people, facing the man who came from the morning light of the distant mountains, that man is the sword, that man is the king, he is the sword of the southern country, he is the greatest king by the Canglan River!"

Listening to the singing that hit the heart, Liu Chen's spirit slowly began to become trance, this ancient prophecy, once Liu Chen was already familiar when he was young, whenever people open the martial arts, they will see these words that the Holy Ancestor once left, some people say, this is the dream of the Holy Ancestor, some people say that the Holy Ancestor has long seen the future, Liu Chen does not know what his future will be like, but he thinks, he longs, what covers his eyes, is no longer the darkness that can never see tomorrow, the eternal night is coming, live well, have become extravagant hopes。

Falling to the ground, Liu Chen fell asleep.

"Mother?" The courtyard is deep, the grass and trees are perfect, the tears are looking at the flowers, and the autumn is past dusk.

Liu Chen stood outside the gallery, looking at his fleshy little hands in disbelief, in the flower pavilion in the distance, there was a beautiful woman sitting, listening to the koi in the pond swinging water, the woman was bowing her head, smiling.

"Yi'er, come to my mother's side......"

I couldn't help but feel at my feet, as soon as I lifted my legs, my steps staggered, and I stumbled into the woman's arms, and the warmth of déjà vu made Liu Chen almost burst into tears.

"Look at your clothes are dirty again!" the young woman smiled and stretched out her hand to pat the corner of Liu Chen's clothes, and said softly with loving eyes: "Did you run to peek at the third uncle fishing?"

"I didn't!" Liu Chen was about to open his mouth, but a soft and glutinous argument suddenly came out of his mouth, the voice was too immature, and Liu Chen was completely confused.

"And say no!" The young woman smiled even more when she heard this, and the dimples on her cheeks glanced at her, and suddenly she was a little bright and moving, "The fishy smell of one hand, be careful that Daddy hits your palm......"

"Don't! If your mother is bad, you will bully me!" the little man pursed his mouth, as if he was about to cry at any moment. (To be continued.) )