Mo's courtyard, in the courtyard, under the tea tree.
In the afternoon, the warm breeze blows slowly, making people drunk and just want to fall asleep.
Mo Chengjun lay on his back on the rocking chair, staring blankly through the mottled leaves, looking into the distance. His soul had already flown beyond the sky.
And in his mouth, he was still chanting in a soft voice that was hard to hear: "Huang Liang is a dream, Huang Liang is a dream. Although it is a dream, you must not let it go. It must comply with the rules of reality. , no one should be missing.
But there can be no such thing as one step of foundation building, two steps of golden elixir, three steps of four steps to become a Nascent Soul overhaul.
That's not reality, it's really a dream.
If this weird thing happens, what's the use of me going in? "
"So, we have to put in the Sixth Realm of Immortality first."
"Secondly, this time I am here to cultivate my sword intention, so I naturally need to have a foundation. The sword cultivation method of eating energy is one, and the various sword techniques are two.
Therefore, you must first put all the signature sword techniques of the Seventh Palace into it, and then fill in the ones recorded in the Tibetan Dharma Tower. "
"However, these are not enough. In addition to sword tactics, there must be sword intent. I simply counted enough sword intent before. When I answered the questions during this period, I also thought a lot and put them all in.
But you can’t just give everything away, you have to take it as a gain, but you also have to reflect on it. What belongs to others is never your own. "
"Now that we have the big framework, what about the world view?"
"Well, ahem, the reality is already so tragic, so it's better not to use it.
I have read so many novels in the past, and when I read one, it is better than reality! "
"Think about it, think about it, whether it's Jin Dada's, Gu Dada's, Liang Dada's, or Yi Dada's, or just use Huan Zhu Louzhu's."
"Shu Mountain, Shu Mountain, this is the dream of many people when they were young, even though it has come true now."
"Ahem, this is the first time, so you have to be more cautious, be more cautious, and keep the force value low.
After all, I haven't even understood the meaning of the sword yet. It would be too much to create a background where immortals and gods are everywhere and as powerful as dogs! "
"No, no, then let's create a world of chaos?!"
“In the rivers and lakes, there must naturally be chivalrous people, sects, martial arts, secret books, temples far away, desert sands, and pleasures and grudges.
Of course, if you go for the sword, the most important thing is of course a swordsman who can conquer the world with one sword! "
“As for identity setting, it’s worth thinking about.
Is he a young man from a mountain village who entered the world of rivers and lakes ignorantly, wallowed in the quagmire, fought in the darkness, and climbed to the top step by step?
Or is he an abandoned son of the family, despised by others, but then meets an old man, makes a counterattack in life, and becomes famous all over the world?
Why don't we just make a gambit and break off the engagement? The young man will be full of energy and make a three-year agreement. Don't bully the young man into being poor? "
"Ouch, this old man has a headache!"
"But why does it feel like I'm playing a game?
As a designer, as a GM, and as an NPC, you are still a player when you enter.
This feeling is so strange! "
“Finally, finally, what kind of golden finger should I get myself?
A script without a golden finger is incomplete, so you have to get one, get one.
That is, there are so many golden fingers, what kind of one should I get? "
Mo Chengjun talked to himself for a long time, and finally made all the preliminary preparations for the use of magical powers. He went through it carefully and made additions and deletions.
Then, he shouted: "Xue Ling?"
"Hey, godfather? What's the matter?"
In the room on the side, Xue Ling turned around and walked out after hearing the greeting.
He also held a writing brush in his hand, and seemed to be writing hard and copying something.
"Well, I'm going to sleep for a while. The time may vary. If I'm still awake at night, just cover me with a bed and quilt and ignore it.
But if I don't wake up after sleeping for three days, then you go to your Uncle Ba and ask him to go to Li Yongshou and bring a man named 'Yi Changsheng'. "
This was the escape route Mo Chengjun left for himself. After all, it was a magical power that had not been practiced, and he himself had no idea.
Xue Ling obviously heard something, and quickly asked: "Godfather, what are you doing?"
Mo Chengjun waved his hand: "When I wake up, I will know everything when I wake up."
As he said that, he ignored Xue Ling, but turned around, lazily stretched his waist, and murmured to himself: "This dream is called Jianghu!"
"Whoever wakes up from a big dream first will know himself in life."
"Go to sleep, go to sleep..."
Xue Ling wanted to say something more, but the words were still floating in the air, and he saw that Mo Chengjun had fallen asleep.
…
To be honest, Mo Chengjun's move was actually extremely risky, even comparable to the three methods he created with "Jing Qi Shen" after he created "The Secret Record of Hope".
At that time, he had no choice and no time to delay.
But this time, he actually had other better choices.
Theoretically speaking, Mo Chengjun's best option is to find someone like a death row prisoner and test the magical power of "Huang Liang Yi Meng" on him first.
At least make sure you know it before using it on yourself.
He also admitted that there are some people who really deserve to die.
But the problem is, he never feels that he can judge other people's lives, even if he deserves to die.
If that's the case, go ahead and do it yourself.
Therefore, after Mo Chengjun developed the magical power of "Huang Liang Yi Meng" to the point where there was no progress and no change at this stage, he finally took action on himself.
Before falling asleep, Mo Chengjun also did an extreme thing to himself - he sealed his memory.
I'm not pretending to be cool in my dreams, so why don't I keep my original memories and play the game 'Soul Transmutation'?
Moreover, sword intent?
After all, it is the true self that nature has witnessed under hardships and years.
If you want to get what is best for you, you have to endure hardships that others cannot endure and suffer sins that others cannot bear.
Therefore, Mo Chengjun resolutely closed his biggest 'plug-in'!
To be honest, this effect is also the biggest gain from the research on "Great Illusion Demon Evil True Law".
And to be honest, Mo Chengjun believes that the biggest shortcoming of the magical power of "Mirage" is actually this.
Because, no matter how many times the practitioners of "Mirage Dragon Sleep" experience birth, old age, illness and death, they can never hide their true self, let alone the mentality of being aloof and looking down on the world.
In other words, although these people experience birth, old age, illness and death, they always know that they are not dead, will not die, and they also always know that what they experience is fake and a dream.
Because I know it, I can’t really devote myself to it!
Therefore, there are shortcomings.
But now, Mo Chengjun has made up for this shortcoming.
…
Under the sun, in the small courtyard, on the deck chair.
Mo Chengjun curled up and had a dream, a very long dream.
In the dream, he became a wild boy in the mountain village. Because he had been frail and sick since he was a child, his parents were afraid that he would not be able to support him, so they did not give him a name, they just called him "Gousheng".
The implication is that if a dog doesn’t want to deal with something, it will naturally not be taken away by the Lord of Hell.
Although it's just a name and doesn't sound nice, it reflects his parents' love for him.
When he grew up, his parents sent him to study with the only private school teacher in the village.
And although he has extremely poor physical fitness, his academic talent is extremely high.
His teacher, a skinny old man with a goatee, always said that he was a genius and that he should go to the mountains to take exams for children and people, and then enter the dynasty and become a high official.
But he didn't like it at all!
What he envied was Wang Ergou at the east end of the village. He chased chickens and ducks every day, climbed trees and walls, even though his father would catch him every few days and whip his butt with a cane.
Every time, he could hear a loud cry, a loud sound that he could not make even with all his strength.
That healthy body is what he desires.
He also saw knights in the story books collected by his teacher, saw rivers and lakes, saw flying over eaves and walking over walls, and saw a sword that could conquer a city.
For some reason, he always felt that those were all fake, unreal, and impossible to exist.
For this reason, he went to consult his private school teacher, and the answer he received from his master was beyond his imagination.
The Master told him that those were all true.
The dynasty here has great power!
There are Shaolin and Wudang in the world, there are three sects and five sects with twelve levels of towers, there are demon sects and evil ways, and there are two kendo peaks that are too high to reach.
In the rivers and lakes here, there is one person who attacks a city with one sword. The sword rises like a flying giant and fills the sky, and the sword falls like the rise and fall of the sea of clouds.
There are warriors in the arena here who can defeat thousands of armies with one shot. They can roam the battlefield as if they are in an uninhabited land, and behead generals and seize flags as if they were searching for something.
There are really many masters in the arena here.
It's hard for you to imagine the reverence that Master spoke and deeded, and it's hard to imagine how much impact those words had on Gou Sheng.
From that day on, he no longer envied Wang Ergou.
He longs for that arena!
Then, he entered the world.
…
To be honest, if he had a choice, he would never want to enter that arena again, let alone because of this.
Because the mountain village that represented his generational survival was razed to the ground.
It means countless neighbors are wailing and crying.
It means that his parents and relatives died in front of him.
It was an attack by a group of bandits.
They must be bandits, anyway, they dress like bandits.
But they are not like the bandits, because the bandits don't have their discipline, their determination, their ferocity, and they don't have their force.
They entered the village, leaving almost no one alive along the way.
They held torches and lit fires everywhere, setting fire to houses, haystacks, fences, and wooden walls, turning everything in sight into a sea of red flames.
They also besieged the Master, and the thin old man with a goatee showed extraordinary strength at this moment.
He was holding an iron sword, and all he swung was the cold sword energy. With the sea of fire as the background, his sword radiated a cold light, just like the master's temperament, indifferent and lofty.
At this moment, Gou Sheng finally knew that the master did not lie to him.
Because the Master is that kind of swordsman.
However, no matter how strong the master is, he can't beat four hands with two fists, and those bandits are not easy to deal with.
They used knives, blood-red swords, and each of them was brave and brave.
There seems to be a certain pattern between advance and retreat, which is enough to ensure that at the same time, the Master will have to face at least five knives coming from all directions.
Even Gou Sheng can see that as time goes by, it becomes more and more difficult for Master to resist.
His sword was no longer flowing gracefully, his figure was getting slower and slower, more wounds appeared on his body, and his blue shirt was dyed red with blood.
But just when all the bandits thought that Master was going to die, he broke out.
It's hard for Gou Sheng to describe, but for that moment, Master's sword was so bright, it was like the full moon hanging in the sky during the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Gently cold, indifferent and distant, but no one can ignore it.
Everything seemed to dim for a moment.
After a moment, it became bright again. The bandits were all dead, their bodies were split into two parts, and blood was splattering.
But the master also half-knelt on the ground, struck the ground with his sword, opened his mouth and vomited blood.
Gou Sheng had almost no extra thoughts and ran out, but he could not save his wife, let alone the village that was burned by the fire, and other people.
The only thing he could do was to bury the charred corpses.
And he also gained something. In the master's arms, he found a roll of animal skin.
I don’t know what kind of material it is made of, but despite such a fierce battle, it actually showed no damage.
And on the animal skin scroll, he gained a sword technique - "Four Seasons Sword Technique", and a breath-taking technique called "Seven Mysterious Sword Qi".
Gou Sheng didn't know if this was valuable, but thanks to his usual study, he could understand it and learn it.
So, a few months later, there was a young man carrying an animal skin and an iron sword that was almost as tall as him.
Out of the deserted mountain village,
Enter that place, Jianghu!
