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Chapter 213 Dream Realm(1/2)

Chen Zumengshu.

His surname is Chen, and he can also add the word "ancestor". In addition, it means "Dream Technique", so he must be the ancestor Chen Tuan.

Zhang Heng glanced twice and then at the Taoist priest.

It is really hard to imagine that Tianqiguan, which has only one descendant, is actually the inheritance of ancestor Chen Tuan.

But when I think about it, I don’t think it’s strange.

Dreaming is a relatively partial way of practice. It is famous for practicing in dreams and making rapid progress.

Everything has pros and cons, and nothing is perfect.

The same goes for dreaming. It's easy to get started, but difficult to master. If you're not careful, you will get lost in the dream.

Because in dreams, there is everything you want. You can cover a city, capture everyone's thoughts, and form a dream world.

Here, you are a god. The young woman next door, the arrogant young lady, the black queen, and the little sister who cannot be perverted are all yours.

It doesn't matter if you don't like beauties. If you like urban cultivation, there's something to be said for it.

You can become a city lord, guide the construction of the city, hear civil disputes, make laws, be democratic or dictatorial, and play whatever you want. If you want, you can even ask everyone to remove their clothes and implant that no one should wear clothes. Conscious instructions.

You can go to school and bully the little girls in class.

You can also go to the hospital and experience the charm of the night hospital.

This is not fun, so let's play a real Grand Theft Auto. You can play anyone you want, a successful businessman, a street vendor, a brawling gangster, an upright law enforcer.

Suffering in reality, freedom in dreams.

After you taste the sweetness, you will become addicted to it, and eventually it will be difficult to distinguish between dreams and reality, or you may be able to distinguish clearly but don't want to wake up again, until your energy is exhausted and the oil is exhausted and the lamp dies.

This is no exaggeration.

Looking at Tian Qiguan who has no smell of fireworks, and Taoist Han who is alone, where do his brothers and sisters have gone?

"In my lineage, it's extremely difficult to recruit disciples. We don't value foundation, qualifications, and resources. We only focus on character, perseverance, and understanding."

"In each generation, there are two or three true disciples and eight or nine outer disciples."

"In my generation, I have fourteen senior brothers, which is quite a lot."

"When I was twenty years old, Master couldn't wake up from a nightmare and was about to sink."

"The first senior brother and the second senior brother fell into a dream to save each other. As a result, the world in the dream fell one after another. The others were also infected by the dream, and became crazy, stupid, committed suicide, or fell into ruin. I was the only one left. "

Taoist Han handed the Dream Spell Scroll to Zhang Heng, his eyes full of freedom and ease: "Perhaps Dream Spell is not a spell that should appear in the human world. It is very powerful and difficult to control. Once addicted, it is difficult to quit. , after getting used to the surprises and excitement in dreams, it is difficult to interest you in anything in reality, and this is the beginning of your sinking.

I have the intention to terminate the inheritance, but I have been unable to make up my mind. Now, it belongs to you. I will never accept any more disciples in my life. It is up to you to decide whether the Dream Technique will continue to be passed down."

Boom!!

As if sensing Taoist Han's thoughts, Tianqiguan began to collapse.

Looking at the collapsed Taoist temple and home, Taoist Han was unmoved because the reality in other people's eyes seemed so illusory to him, and his emotional sustenance had been transferred to the dream world.

Everything in reality could hardly make his heart ripple, as if he was born to be a dream creature and reality was just a dream.

"The beginning of the Dream Technique says that you should not perish when you practice Dream Technique. You..."

Zhang Heng's tone was affirmative: "I'm about to sink."

Taoist Han did not answer.

He just smiled, and then turned into a puff of smoke and left, leaving a sigh: "What a beautiful spring, not as good as a dream."

Taoist Han left.

Zhang Heng guessed that this should be the last time the two met, and they would never see each other again.

If it hadn't been for his appearance, Fu Qingfeng's group of brothers and sisters would have slept until tomorrow morning.

One of them may be selected by Taoist Han to become his successor.

As a result, this possibility was lost because of Zhang Heng.

It's a blessing and a disaster, it's hard to say.

"This secret technique!"

Zhang Heng glanced at Chen Zu's secret technique in his hand and was in a dilemma for a moment.

The spell is a good spell, but it's easy to practice it to death.

Then Zhang Heng thought that he had just tasted it briefly and used it to assist his swordsmanship training. If he didn't touch the dream world, would he be able to escape the fate of sinking?

Taoist Han will sink because dream art is his main skill. Calculating the time, he looks forty or fifty years old, and he has been immersed in dream art for at least thirty years.

Moreover, it was thirty years in the human world. In the dream, hundreds of years may have passed.

Over the past few hundred years, he has been wandering around the dream world, seemingly no longer in the mortal world, but in fact he has always been in the mortal world and it is difficult to escape.

That's why his face is full of vicissitudes of life, and his spirit and spirit give people the impression of a little old man, much older than his appearance.

On the other hand, if you don’t touch the dream world, it’s like just using a computer to work, and if you don’t touch the world of entertainment, won’t you become addicted to the Internet?

Cui family...

With hesitation, Zhang Heng returned to Cui Hongjian's home.

General Jin Jia is still doing his duty faithfully.

Zhang Heng bowed down, took back the jade talisman, and looked into the room again. Fu Qingfeng was lying on the table, sleeping soundly.

Go to sleep.

Zhang Heng looked at the sky. It would be bright in an hour or two, and Fu Qingfeng would wake up when the rooster crows.

It's better to let her wake up on her own. As Cui Hongjian's eldest brother, there is no one at home now, so it's not easy to go to the couple's room to avoid suspicion.

Otherwise, even if he had good intentions, when Fu Qingfeng woke up, looked up and saw Zhang Heng standing in his boudoir, he would probably feel guilty.

Later, Cui Hongjian came back, complained a few times, and then found fault with him. How will he behave in the future?

A night of silence.

The second day.

Early in the morning, Fu Qingfeng woke up with the sound of cockcrow.

After waking up, I was shocked to see myself lying on the table and quickly checked my clothes.

Finding no trace of tampering on his clothes, Fu Qingfeng felt relieved and opened the window to look outside.

Enter the eyes.

Zhang Heng sat cross-legged under the tree, with no trace of rain or dew on his face, breathing in a light mist.

"Brother."

Fu Qingfeng tidied up and went out to greet Zhang Heng.

Hear the sound.

Zhang Heng took a deep breath, sucked the mist into his belly, and then slowly opened his eyes: "Wake up."

After speaking, he added: "The Taoist matter has been resolved, you don't have to worry."

"Thank you big brother for your support."

Fu Qingfeng bowed and said, "Brother, you must be hungry too. I'm going to cook porridge and make two side dishes."

Zhang Heng nodded silently and did not answer.

When Fu Qingfeng went to the kitchen and got busy, he took out Chen Zu's Dream Technique from his arms and whispered: "I've been able to dream for a month since I first started practicing. This magic is so overbearing!"

One night in the world, one month in the dream.

During this month, Zhang Heng studied in the small courtyard under the dream, practiced swordsmanship, and organized what he had learned.

He only woke up early the next morning, but he already felt that he had benefited a lot. If things continued for a long time, it would be a matter of time before he surpassed Yan Chixia in swordsmanship.

"It's just this consumption..."

Zhang Heng frowned again.

After practicing for a month in a dream, I woke up feeling listless and very hungry.

You know, he is already a monk in the realm of returning to the virtual world. Swallowing clouds and puffing out mist is too exaggerated, but it can still absorb external spiritual energy and reduce hunger.

In his case, he could survive without eating vegetables even if he ate some fruit juice every day.

Even if I didn't eat anything, it would be no problem to fast for ten days and a half. But now, after just one night, I feel unbearably hungry and depressed. It seems to be the sequelae of practicing dream magic.

"Brother, if you like to eat, eat more. If it's not enough, I won't do it."

In the living room.

Seeing Zhang Heng eating deliciously, Fu Qingfeng was also very happy.

But he didn't know that the energy of porridge, pickles, and steamed buns was not enough to fill his teeth. To supplement energy, the medicinal wine in the cup would work.

"Hongjian?"
To be continued...
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