The entrance of the commissary is the most lively place in Qingshan Village, where people come and go, Ding Ning stood in front of the commissary, standing stunned, letting the people around him pass by, motionless.

People looked at this fat man from a poor family strangely, Ding Ning didn't have any friends and partners in Qingshan Village, although people thought his performance was very strange, but no one paid attention to him, just muttered softly when passing by: "Dead fat man." ”

Although the surrounding situation is real, it has not entered Ding Ning's ears at all, at this moment he has isolated himself from Shijie, the surrounding crowd and hustle and bustle are like a movie, happening, but it does not affect him at all, he has been completely immersed in his own changes.

The statue of the God of Wealth did not really disappear, but appeared in Ding Ning's mind.

A vague light and shadow could not see the face of the clothes clearly, exuding a faint clear light, suspended in Ding Ning's mind, Ding Ning didn't know whether his position was in the brain or the cerebellum, maybe in consciousness, in short, Ding Ning could clearly feel him.

Although it is very vague, you can still vaguely see a little bit of the appearance of the God of Wealth from the appearance.

Along with the God of Wealth, there is an extremely light breath.

Much thinner than a hair, perhaps infinitely long, it was literally distributed in Ding Ning's body, moving slightly with his breath and his heartbeat.

At this moment, Ding Ning could even clearly feel the problem of his heart, it was a very wonderful feeling, not to see it with his eyes, but to be a pure feeling, and it also existed with his eyes closed.

The heart is warm, and there is even some improvement, the comfortable feeling is so real, as if a person has carried a hundred pounds of things for more than ten years, he is already familiar with this weight, but now he has suddenly lost a pound, and the whole person feels a lot more relaxed.

Although it was very subtle, Ding Ning was extremely sure that his heart had indeed improved a little at this moment.

You must know that Ding Ning's heart disease is congenital, and he cannot exercise vigorously or practice martial arts.

He even suspected that his mother had brought him to live in this Qingshan Village, perhaps because of his bad heart.

This disease is not completely incurable, my mother has consulted many times, as long as he is willing to spend money to make a heart stent in a capable hospital, his life is still not in any danger.

But once this stent is ready, then Ding Ning will never have the possibility of practicing martial arts, and his frailty will accompany him for the rest of his life, and lack of money is one of the reasons why he has not operated on his heart for a long time.

The master also had hope for Ding Ning, and he even said that if Ding Ning didn't have this problem, then his talent for martial arts would definitely be one in a million, even a genius that he had not encountered in a hundred years.

But it was this hopeless problem that completely restrained Ding Ning, and even he had missed the best age to practice martial arts, and he was destined to have no high achievements in the future.

But the current occurrence of this strange event has brought Ding Ning a glimmer of hope, perhaps, his heart can be cured without surgery!

Silently experiencing the wandering breath in his body, Ding Ning's feelings became clearer and more sensitive.

A little bit, a little bit!

As the breath entered Ding Ning's mind, some blurry pictures began to appear in Ding Ning's mind.

In a trance, Ding Ning seemed to see an old man, walking on a big road, staggering, muddy, like a walking corpse, with a big hole in his chest, but no blood flowed out, the part that was originally the heart was empty, and the heart was gone.

The old man threw the gold and silver to the poor people on the side of the road, and walked all the way until he saw a stall selling cabbage, and behind the stall stood a person, and only a black shadow could be seen.

"What kind of dish is this?"

"Heartless. The dark shadow sneered.

"Can you live without a heart?"

"Of course, otherwise how can it be called heartless vegetables, but vegetables can live without hearts, and people can live without hearts?"

The old man paused for a moment, "People can't live without heart." ”

"Since people can't live without a heart, then what are you doing alive as a walking corpse?"

The black shadow sneered, the old man trembled, and finally fell into the dust, and the picture blurred and dissipated.

A huge memory rushed into Ding Ning's brain like a tsunami, the memory was too huge, so huge that a person's brain could not bear it at once, Ding Ning's eyes were black, and there was a "boom" in his brain, and his body fell straight to the ground.

Countless knowledge that he had never been exposed to came in waves like sea water, and the most about immortals, monsters, cultivators, underworlds, and heavenly courts was the knowledge of cultivation.

Never-before-seen rare birds and beasts, fragrant elixirs, infinite spirit talismans, and infinitely powerful magic weapons, including how these things are practiced, including how those herbs are grown, and how rune paper is drawn.

There is also how to cultivate, if you collect heaven and earth aura, these things are like slides, flickering endlessly in Ding Ning's mind.

Among them, the most abundant are some gold and silver treasures.

Glittering money, gold ingots as heavy as mountains, colorful jade Ruyi, colorful jewelry, golden cornucopias, and la-la-la-la-the-la

Unconsciously, Ding Ning developed a feeling of closeness to these treasures, a feeling of closeness from the heart.

His head hurt incomparably, he didn't have any sensation anywhere else in his body, he didn't know the passage of time, he didn't know the night and day, but instinct drove him to remember, keep remembering!

Ding Ning's brain is like a sponge at this time, constantly absorbing this knowledge, absorbing and then digesting, digesting and then absorbing, and so on.

Over time, Ding Ning gradually got used to these things.

He would no longer be shocked by things that had never been heard of before, as if these things were supposed to be his memories.

However, from beginning to end, the figure that guided him to cultivate was a vague influence, and he couldn't see his true face, and he didn't say a word to Ding Ning.

As Ding Ning learned, the figure became more and more blurred.

I don't know how long it took, but when Ding Ning once again absorbed a memory about the forging of magic weapons, the figure finally distorted twice and dissipated with a bang!

At this moment, Ding Ning was even a little reluctant, he still wanted to learn more knowledge, he couldn't help it, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the figure that had dissipated in the air.

The arm felt a little heavy, Ding Ning instinctively touched the arm, but touched a quilt.

"Uh. ”

Ding Ning slowly opened his eyes.

The eye is the gray roof, and there is even a hole in the roof, here Ding Ning is very familiar, this is the roof of the Guandi Temple.

Ding Ning barely supported his body and found him lying on the master's bed, and now there was no one in the room.

After sitting in a daze for more than ten minutes, Ding Ning smoothed everything out.

He fainted at the entrance of the commissary, and I don't remember what happened after that, and I don't know how much time has passed, and I don't know how he came to Guandi Temple.

But that knowledge, that knowledge that had never been heard of before, had been as deep in Ding Ning's mind as instinct.

It was not an illusion, nor a dream, and Ding Ning did not even doubt the authenticity of this knowledge.

Now Ding Ning has two memories in his mind, one is the memory that he has lived as Ding Ning for sixteen years, and the other is the memory of a fairy-like character who has lived for countless years.

Even Ding Ning couldn't tell who he was, whether he had traveled into his body or absorbed the memory of a god by himself.

After a long while, Ding Ning was sure that he was still Ding Ning, but there was countless more knowledge in his mind, and it was impossible for modern people to believe it.

Ding Ning raised his head and found that there was a pile of yellow paper on the master's incense case, and he could even immediately distinguish the function of these yellow papers.

Simple, low-level rune paper can't carry too much vitality, so you can only make some talismans that are not very lethal, or low-level auxiliary charms.

If these are taken out and sold for money and so on!

Ding Ning was a little strange, he would think of money, was he poor and crazy?

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