In the summer afternoon, the birds on the telephone poles were chirping, and the cicadas on the trees took the trouble to sing along. There were not many cars and pedestrians on the streets.
On Zhongshan Road, there is a small green space next to the corner. Under the placard about the construction of a hygienic and civilized city, several uncles are gathering together to play chess. One of them with sharp eyes raised his head and saw Xiao Yuan passing by with takeout, and pulled him over without any reason.
"Xiao Yuan, I haven't seen you for a long time. Come on, come and accompany the gentlemen for the next round."
"Yes, yes, Xiaoyuan, let me tell you, I just read a set of Hu Ronghua's chess records yesterday. Come on, let's deduce it later." Another uncle shook his cattail leaf fan.
"What's going on? Now? Well...my takeaway is almost cold,"
Xiao Yuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Ever since he passed by this chess stall when he returned to the school dormitory and gave some pointers, these guys started to pester him, regardless of the fact that he was a student in his early twenties.
Fortunately, playing chess has been his interest since childhood. Although the chess skills of these elders vary, they are still at an advanced amateur level.
The key point is that there is also the dormitory manager of his school dormitory, so he must give him face.
"Two cannons equal five"
"Horse eight into seven"
Xiaoyuan put his hands behind his back, carried the takeout, and began to observe.
"It seems like it's going to rain soon," the uncle looked up at the dark clouds gathering above his head. "Hurry up, don't delay, hurry up and attack the enemy."
Xiao Yuan looked at the familiar chessboard and smiled without saying a word. It was still the regular opening stage. A pawn had just crossed the border between Chu and Han. Facing the neat formation in front, it seemed as if he was ready to die.
There was a faint sound of thunder. From far to near.
He suddenly felt that his hair stood on end and his hair stood on end, followed by a slight tinnitus.
The chessboard seemed to be moving on its own, was he hallucinating? This little pawn crossing the river seemed to be getting bigger and bigger in his eyes, and the realm of Chu and Han turned into a torrential flood, roaring in his ears.
The next moment, he fell down on the chessboard, and the chess pieces were scattered all over the floor. As his consciousness gradually blurred, the last words he heard amidst everyone's exclamations were:
"Xiao Yuan, Xiao Yuan, what's wrong with you?" The uncle's voice became more and more distant and blurred, "It must be hypoglycemia, it's okay. Come on, give me a hand, help me, hey, don't mess up the chessboard, wait. Let’s continue next time.”
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"Holy shit, traveling through time?? No way, right?"
As the memory fragments of this body come in one by one, the brain comes in. Xiaoyuan woke up and immediately had a splitting headache.
I am here……? ? ?
Immortal cultivation sect? Lingtian Pavilion? Low-level deacon?
What time and space is this, and my name is still Liu Yuan? Is this the automatic choice of time travel?
He didn't quite understand, and found that he was not an important family disciple in his memory. There was no prominent family with the Liu surname, just a small ethnic group attached to the Ren surname. Since he discovered the weak immortal roots, he has been arranged to be a dispensable deacon in Wenhui Pavilion. It has been the third year since he was lucky enough to be consecrated at the age of twelve and embarked on the path of cultivating immortals. He is neither a direct disciple nor has any background. He seems to be just hanging around on weekdays. He has no teacher and no one to guide him. He seems to be invisible.
As his thoughts moved in his mind, the internal investigation began naturally. Liu Yuan found that he was still at the lowest stage of Qi refining. In the past three years, he had probably reached the fifth level, and he was still far away from the ninth level of Dzogchen. The distance is small, let alone breaking through the Qi refining stage to reach the foundation building stage.
And what's worse is that the memory of this body tells him that the fifth level of Qi refining seems to have been stagnant for almost a year.
In addition, the qualifications of pseudo-spiritual roots are even worse.
Take it as it comes. After the first few days of mental excitement, he gradually calmed down. In addition, he had read a lot of time-travel fantasy novels, and he was comforted by the fact that maybe the aura of the invincible protagonist was within him. .
Unfortunately, more than a month passed, and he realized that the truth was too cruel. After searching for a long time with the professionalism of a famous detective, he was surprised to find no golden fingers, soul rings, senior masters, or artifacts. There was no trace of any magical powers or anything like that. Ren Feng, who was usually very bored, came to see him from Wenlan Pavilion to kill time.
Even he didn't notice Liu Yuan's abnormality after traveling through time, and others wouldn't even care.
Ren Feng and Liu Yuan were of the same age, and both had their spiritual roots discovered at the age of twelve. Although they both had false spiritual roots, they were disciples of the Ren family, so they were assigned to Wenlan Pavilion, which was relatively better. I also receive guidance from time to time on my cultivation, and I have now reached the seventh level from the first level of Qi refining. Much faster than Liu Yuan.
"There are still three years left. I don't know if I can cultivate to the Great Perfection. The further back I go, the harder it will be." Ren Feng sighed, feeling the breath of Liu Yuan's fifth level. It seemed that this sigh was mostly for him, " There are still three years left for our group of disciples to participate in the main peak selection. Just like my great goal of chasing my junior sister - time waits for no one."
The previous memories and the insinuations about Ren Feng were put together, and Liu Yuan remembered that since he started at the age of twelve, every round of disciples at the age of eighteen will participate in the selection of all members, in order to avoid missing good ones. of seedlings. After all, based on the experience of previous years, it is not uncommon for people to accumulate knowledge and experience, and there are even examples of pseudo-spiritual roots suddenly awakening.
In addition, if your potential suddenly bursts out, and you have reached the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining Stage before you reach the age of eighteen, you can also participate in advance, and most of the time you will be directly accepted as a disciple.
However, this situation is really pitiful. Because during the initial selection at the age of twelve, those good seedlings of Tianlinggen and Yilinggen had already entered the main peak and became their disciples. There is no shortage of skills and techniques. Naturally, they would not distribute lay affairs like Ren Feng and Liu Yuan, so as not to hinder their cultivation.
As for those disciples with mediocre qualifications but strong family backgrounds, they will also be assigned to branches such as Baoguang Pavilion and Lingshu Pavilion for refining weapons and medicine, in order to learn the foundation of life.
Liu Yuan synthesized these memory fragments and information, and his heart became colder and colder. It seemed that his path to immortality was not going to be easy.
Traveling is difficult.
Traveling is difficult.
Many paths.
Where are you today?
Liu Yuan remembered the poems of his predecessors, managed to cheer up a little, and asked Ren Feng, "No kidding, do you have any skills, even the lowest level ones?"
"You don't have to practice it when you are at the fifth level. Be careful of going crazy." Ren Feng looked at Liu Yuan warily. "It's not that I am hiding my secrets. Our clan will not give me other skills. They say that I will wait until the ninth level." To achieve perfection, let the true energy be purified and purified again, and lay the foundation before practicing. In fact, except for the proud disciples of heaven who directly enter the main peak, we outer disciples, before reaching the Great Perfection, the basic qi training techniques handed down by the cultivation sect are That's enough. Have you lost your memory? I don't need to say more about this most basic truth."
"Of course I know that with my foundation, I can't activate other techniques even if I want to practice them," Liu Yuan said helplessly, "I just want to see it and open my eyes."
"Then... the lowest level is also okay?"
"Even the lowest level will do!"
"Then I have two low-grade and low-grade books. For the sake of being a good friend, I can lend them to you and I won't accept them..."
"Pooh!"
…………
"Hey, Liu Yuan, it's shift change."
Before Ren Feng could get the technique, another one came. That day, when Liu Yuan was reading a miscellaneous book about Beimingzhiguai, he was interrupted by a familiar voice.
"It turns out to be Senior Brother Zheng. Three months have come." Liu Yuan recalled that this Senior Brother Zheng Jing was also in the same batch of deacons. Every three months, according to the rules of the pavilion, they had to replace each other and hand over to all disciples. This is an opportunity for them to practice in seclusion and improve themselves.
"After these three months of seclusion and practice, you are already close to the Great Consummation?" Liu Yuan felt the other person's aura, which seemed to be far beyond the eighth level, "Congratulations, congratulations."
"This is a natural result." Although Zheng Jing didn't look down on this boy named Liu and never talked to him, he was in a good mood today and added coldly, "You have to make progress, don't It has disgraced Wenhui Pavilion's reputation." In fact, he knew that his earth spiritual roots and Liu Yuan's pseudo spiritual roots were the root cause of the gap. And Wenhui Pavilion didn't have much reputation at all.
After handing over the few tasks, Liu Yuan returned to his residence: a cabin in a valley with a gurgling stream. Although the aura was not as rich as the residences chosen by other senior brothers, it was still the same. Since Wenhui Pavilion has the smallest number of disciples, the accommodation allocated to everyone is quite ample, which can be considered an unexpected blessing.
The sound of running water outside his residence was accompanied by wild flowers and grass beside the stream, and butterflies flying everywhere. In fact, it was a relaxing place if he wanted to live a long life.
How about lying down, eating and waiting to die? Like in another world, in school?
While Liu Yuan was thinking wildly, Ren Feng came directly to Gu Zhong, which was rare.
"Don't say I'm not loyal enough," Ren Feng actually threw over two ancient books. "These two books have been kept in our pavilion for many years. They have never been chosen. I have also asked. Now your level is basically You won’t be famous if you practice, and you won’t have problems if you practice. Do you really want it?”
"It's interesting. I'll mark your contribution." Liu Yuan touched the book cover with his hand, feeling the texture of the ancient scroll. "I just want to open my eyes. I'll pay you back when I can."
"You can return it anytime you want, no one will ever use it anyway."
When Liu Yuan was alone, he calmed down and turned to the homepage of the exercise method. Only then did he realize why no one had ever chosen it.
Just the name of the exercise gives off the inferior quality of a copycat:
Wuji Magical Skill - This skill is capable of inheriting miraculous fortunes from the heavens and has infinite potential. It is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower. You can understand it at the later stage of Qi refining. When you reach the first level, you have a chance to break through to the foundation building stage. At the third level, you can reach the third level of foundation building. It is not known whether a person who has achieved great success will reach the Golden Elixir stage or the Nascent Soul stage. Those who are destined can achieve the infinite path.
Only then can you reach the third level of foundation building.
No wonder......
He even boasted that he was extremely shameless and extremely thick-skinned.
Liu Yuan, with a black line on his head, opened another book:
The Soul-Transferring Technique can be understood in the middle stage of Qi refining, and is divided into five levels. When it is completed, it has the ability to change the world and the world. At the fifth level, it can reach the peak of the foundation-building stage. At that time, the mind can travel around the world and do whatever it wants. Note: There is a very small probability of falling into the realm.
"Faint, this is some kind of knockoff. It's just a foundation-building technique. How dare you give it such a weird name."
There is also the possibility of falling into the realm.
Liu Yuan couldn't help but want to greet each other's ancestors a hundred times. During these days of reading idle books in Wenhui Pavilion, he had already understood the nature of urine in books about this world:
The book promises good things with a high probability: the actual meaning is - if it happens to you, it will never be possible.
The book warns against bad things with a very small probability: the actual meaning is-sooner or later, you will fall into the trap, be stupid, just ignore it.
Putting the two books aside, Liu Yuan looked at the flowers and plants all over the mountains and valleys, feeling the subtle spiritual energy passing by, and couldn't help but sigh, did God allow me to travel through time to provide for my retirement?
This is a loneliness.
