Under one person: I am alone, and I dominate the world

Chapter 233: Get rid of the obsession of mind and body; young man, is it time to doubt yourself again?

When Lu Linglong cried, the emotions that Lu Jin had just suppressed were also aroused. She couldn't help crying and hugged her and said: "Oh, don't worry, my dear granddaughter, as long as grandpa is here, I will never let you Being bullied.”

"Grandpa will live to be two hundred years old and will always be by your side, woo woo, my precious granddaughter~"

Lu Linglong cried even more excitedly: "Grandpa~"

Feng Baobao supported his head and watched all this silently, still counting in his mouth: "7222, 7223, 7223..."

It has entered the third hour, and there are five people who are still awake at this moment, namely Zhuge Qing, Zhang Chulan, Zhang Lingyu, Xia He, and Wang Ye.

Several people stood motionless with their eyes closed, showing no signs of waking up at all. The dream bubbles suspended above their heads were still playing out scenes from their inner demons.

Zhuge Qing was still strolling there on the endless stairs. His blue hair had turned gray, his body was stooped, and his face was old. He seemed to have been searching for decades.

Zhang Chulan transformed into a wild monkey running on the field ridge, free and carefree, and ate the soy sauce pork knuckles cooked by his grandfather every day.

Zhang Lingyu was in the martial arts arena, challenging the Heavenly Master Zhang Chulan, and was defeated again and again, and her Taoist heart was about to collapse.

Xia He was still running there, in the dark orphanage that seemed to have no way out.Falling down again and again, getting up again and again, and after passing through the corridors, looking at the sealed cement brick wall, feeling the lustful laughter coming from behind, despair appeared on his face.

Wang Ye's is the most peculiar. He fell asleep at the beginning and is still asleep until now. He just changed his position, his face is flushed with sleep, and he looks at the sweet dream.

The companions who had woken up, after coming out of their own thoughts, also cast their concerned eyes on the five people who were still unconscious.Discussing what methods should be used to speed up their awakening.

Time flows.

Another full hour passed.

There are only less than four and ten minutes left before two hours.

During this period of time, no one was awake. Lu Linglong tried to give Zhang Chulan a few big mouths. After finding that it had no effect, she stopped trying, for fear that the other party would find something wrong when he woke up.

……

In the valleys between mountains, on the ridges of fields beside streams.

Zhang Chulan woke up in the bright sunshine. What he saw was blue sky, white clouds and dazzling sunshine.

He turned around and saw his father, immersed in working in the fields. His grandfather was further away in the yard, sitting on the threshold, knitting a raincoat.

"Wow, it's another beautiful day."

Zhang Chulan murmured to himself, but felt empty and a little lost. He reached out and touched his face again, feeling something strange, and then he groaned in pain: "Hiss - why does it hurt so much? Did you get stung by a wasp?"

He lowered his head and searched among the low weeds around him, and sure enough he found the wasp that was the culprit.

"Master, I've been very tired these past few days. I just wanted to sleep in and do something like a stinky bee. Hiss, it hurts~"

Zhang Chulan stood up, covering his red and swollen cheeks, and hurriedly walked towards his yard.

The sun was setting, and the smoke from the kitchen was dissipated into the night with the evening breeze.

At the wooden table set up in front of the small courtyard, a family of three were gathered around a pot of soy pork knuckles. They quickly poked out their chopsticks and took big bites of the rice. Their movements were surprisingly consistent.

Zhang Chulan chewed it with big mouthfuls, like a starved ghost reincarnated. Then he swallowed hard and swallowed it all. Then he stretched out his chopsticks and was about to pick up another big pig's trotter.

Zhang Yude frowned when he saw this, and immediately took out his chopsticks, quickly and firmly jammed the pig's trotter, and said in a deep voice: "Son, you have eaten your third big pig's knuckle tonight. If you eat more, you will be over-nutritional." Now. Leave it to dad, and dad will carry it for you."

Zhang Chulan said: "Dad, my son is growing and he is not afraid of overnutrition."

Zhang Yude said: "No, you are afraid."

"I'm not afraid."

"Are you afraid."

"I'm not afraid."

Zhang Chulan said, using the secret force to block the opponent's chopsticks, and gained the upper hand in the contest. Like a winner, he clamped the big pig's trotters into his own bowl.

Seeing this, Zhang Yude on the side finally sighed and said helplessly: "The brat has indeed grown up, and his cultivation has almost caught up with mine."

This short sentence made Zhang Chulan's movement of grabbing the rice bowl freeze, and his mouth that was chewing the pork knuckle also stopped.

After a brief silence, he said with a trembling voice: "Dad, I miss you. Where have you been all these years?"

Zhang Yude's eyes were stunned and he said with some doubts: "What did you say? Isn't your father here?"

Zhang Chulan raised his head, his eyes were red at some point, and he looked straight at Zhang Yude's face, and then suddenly turned to his grandfather Zhang Xilin, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, this soy pork knuckle is still delicious when you cook it. The taste, I will never forget it in my life.”

Zhang Xilin heard this and reached out to touch his grandson's forehead. After confirming that he had no fever, he shook his head in confusion: "You brat, why do you suddenly say this? If you want to eat elbow, grandpa can make it for you at any time."

Zhang Chulan cried: "Grandpa, I miss you, can you not leave?"

Zhang Xilin showed a gentle smile and reached out to touch his head: "Okay, okay, grandpa won't leave."

As soon as the words fell, all the scenery around him stopped. The wind stopped blowing, the woods stopped shaking, and even the looming stars in the sky stopped twinkling.

Click.

There was a breaking sound in the dark.

Then the sky broke open, and the mountains and forests in the distance collapsed and turned into nothingness, revealing a vast expanse of white.

What then collapsed was the field with the large rice fields and the hut behind them.

Zhang Chulan looked at the motionless grandfather and father, watching them shatter like a painting and disappearing bit by bit before his eyes. His lips trembled, and he couldn't bear to look at it anymore. Instead, he lowered his head and gnawed on the pig's trotters. , I want to remember that familiar taste at the last moment.

The big tears then fell into the bowl.

"Grandpa, dad, can you not leave?"

"Can you please let me stay in this dream for a little longer, just for a little while."

Zhang Chulan sobbed, and the bowls and chopsticks in his hands disappeared.

At this moment, in the collapse of all falsehood, his true loneliness was left alone.

After just a few breaths.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was the lush courtyard in the woods.

At the stone table in the center of the small courtyard, my companions were all there.

Feng Baobao and Lu Linglong were still looking at his face blankly.

Zhang Chulan raised his hand, pursed his lips, wiped away the tears on his face, and said with a smile: "Why are you all looking at me? I'm not crying."

Lu Linglong, who witnessed Zhang Chulan's process of escaping from the physical and mental demons, could not bear it in her eyes. She felt that she was in the same boat and said softly: "Zhang Chulan, I'm sorry. My attitude towards you was not good before, but I will correct it in the future."

Lu Jin sighed and said, "He is also a poor child."

Zhang Chulan looked embarrassed and turned to look at the bubbles above the heads of his companions who had not yet woken up. He immediately realized that he was being broadcast live.

So he stretched out his hand to touch his nose, turned his head nervously and said, "Oh, it's nothing, hiss - it hurts!"

It was only then that Zhang Chulan came back to his senses and touched his red and swollen cheek. It was so painful that he couldn't even speak. He wondered if he was stung by a wasp in a dream, and the pain could extend to reality?
Seeing this scene, Lu Linglong also shifted her gaze in embarrassment and reached out to touch the back of her head, pretending to be calm.

Sensing something was wrong, Zhang Chulan immediately squinted his eyes, pointed at Lu Linglong with an evil look, and muttered: "Hey, did you do something to my handsome face while I was asleep?"

Lu Linglong blushed suddenly and waved her hands repeatedly: "Ah? No, no."

Zhang Chulan said even more confidently: "Oh - it must be you. Tell me quickly, are you avenging a private vendetta and deliberately retaliating against me?"

Lu Linglong said with a guilty conscience: "It's not me, I don't have it."

Zhang Chulan said: "Really? If you lie to people, you will be in airports for the rest of your life."

Lu Linglong shook her head, nodded quickly, shook her head quickly, and closed her mouth without speaking.

Zhang Chulan jumped to her feet and said, "Hey, it's really you!"

"I didn't mean it. Wasn't that to save you?"

"He said he didn't mean it, but his face is swollen. Pay for it! I rely on my face to make a living!"

"Your face is already in ruins. The swelling and swelling are all plastic surgery..."

"Nah, you actually attacked me personally!"

As soon as the two pairs of live treasures met, they started bickering again after just a few words.

"11110, 11112, 11113..."

Feng Baobao tilted his head, still counting in his mouth.

Time is running out.

-

"Give up, Zhang Lingyu. I have reached the state of returning to my original nature. You have no chance of defeating me in this life."

Zhang Chulan, wearing a Celestial Master Taoist uniform, stood at one end of the martial arts arena, with a mean smile on his much more mature face: "You have challenged me for eight consecutive years and failed miserably more than eight hundred times. Are you still unwilling to give up? Are you still questioning the decision made by the Heavenly Master and Master Taichu?"

"You are just not as good as me, but I am more qualified than you to be a Heavenly Master."

Zhang Lingyu, who was knocked to the ground by Yang Lei, wrinkled the corners of his eyes with fine lines, stood up with support, shook his dizzy head, and said expressionlessly: "I will lose to you for a while, but I will never I’ll lose my whole life to you.”

As he spoke, he staggered on his feet and rushed forward with the monstrous Yin thunder. However, he was once again torn apart by the Yang Wu thunder that stretched across the world. He was violently blasted dozens of feet away with one move, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Zhang Chulan said: "812 times, Zhang Lingyu, you lost again."

This time, Zhang Lingyu lay on the ground for a long time, but finally stood up with support.

Only this time, the expression on his face was no longer solemn, fearful, and self-doubt like the previous 810 times.He suddenly smiled, waved his tattered white sleeves freely, and said to the Heavenly Master Zhang Chulan, who was standing in the sun and looked very tall: "Zhang Chulan, you won, maybe you are indeed more worthy than me. Let Master entrust Longhu Mountain to you."

Zhang Chulan, who was standing on the high platform, showed a very surprised expression.

Zhang Lingyu added: "If you win, you win, if you lose, you lose. I have already lost to you 810 twice, and I may continue to lose."

"But even if I lose a thousand, eight hundred and twelve times, I will still be me and will not change one point. I admit my failure, but I will never lose forever..."

He spoke word by word in a calm voice, with no oath at all, just an ordinary statement. At the end of the sentence, he patted his dirty butt with his sleeves, turned around and walked towards the setting sun.

“I’ve been playing for so many years, it’s really boring when I think about it.”

"My wife is still waiting for me."

Zhang Lingyu said as his figure gradually disappeared at the end of the martial arts field.

The next moment, Heavenly Master Zhang Chulan disappeared, the martial arts arena collapsed, and the world began to collapse.

When Zhang Lingyu opened his eyes again, he saw the smiling face of Bilian with a strange smile in front of him.

The other party's face turned red, and his cheeks were swollen. Until he couldn't hold it in any longer, he burst out laughing: "Wow, haha, Uncle Lingyu! I didn't expect, I didn't expect that I would be like that in your dream." Awesome, haha!"

"Celestial Master, I didn't expect that when I was a Celestial Master, I was so handsome and even whipped you more than 800 times, hahaha~"

Zhang Chulan, who witnessed the whole process, laughed so hard that his stomach hurt and tears flowed from his eyes.

Zhang Lingyu twitched the corner of her mouth, a gloomy look appeared on her face, and said hehe: "I say Zhang Chulan, you have slapped me more than 800 times in your dream, if I slap you once, it is not too much."

As he spoke, a surging Qi aura appeared all over his body, and he twisted his fists and showed an evil smile towards Zhang Chulan.

???

Zhang Chulan's eyes trembled and he realized that the situation was not good.

Then a burst of screams and wails broke out in the small courtyard.

"Senior brother, yes, just whip him like this, point to the left, and kick his butt!" Lu Linglong cheered on, and even pulled out her phone to take a few close-ups.

After a while.

Only then did Zhang Lingyu stop and flip her hair freely, leaving Zhang Chulan, who had a big swelling on his head, squatting on the ground and sobbing.

Zhang Lingyu, who finally felt relieved, moved closer to Xia He and checked on him.

Just in time to see it, he appeared in the opponent's dream and defeated all the evil ones.

"I may be born a sinner and deserve to be despised by thousands of people, but as long as one person loves me, it doesn't matter to me."

The timidity in the eyes of the little girl holding the little doll disappeared, and then she became determined, and rushed towards Zhang Lingyu who was coming towards her. At this moment, her thin body began to mature, and she grew a head of long pink hair. He rushed straight into the arms of the one he loved.

The next moment, I woke up.

Xia He opened his eyes, with residual tears in the corners of his eyes, and found that he was in a warm embrace.

She raised her head in confusion and saw Zhang Lingyu's gentle smile, so she cried.

"Husband, I thought I would never see you again, wuwu——"

Xia He sobbed loudly, which made Zhang Lingyu's eyes show distress. He held her tightly in his arms and said softly: "Don't worry, I will always be by your side."

The voice was not loud, but it was very firm.

This provoked Zhang Chulan, who was squatting on the ground not far away and wailing with his head in his hands. He bared his teeth and said, "Hey, Uncle Jiazi, can you be gentler to me?"

"I really envy them. I don't know when my Prince Charming will come." Zhi Hibiscus put her hands together on her chest, with yearning in her eyes.

Lu Linglong, who was on her side, was also deeply moved. She felt that her love brain was breaking out at this moment and she could no longer control it.

Only Feng Baobao, who had wisdom in his big eyes, remained unmoved at all. He felt sleepy coming back again, but he was still mumbling: "14701, 14702, 14703..."

In the arena at the moment.

Only Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye were still in coma. Both of them were trapped in their own inner demons, with no signs of waking up.

-

In that boundless, white space, there is a white staircase that is neither wide nor narrow, extending toward the sky with no end in sight.

Looking from a distance, you can see a figure as small as an ant, slowly climbing on it. When you zoom in closer, you can see that it is an old man with an aging face and a head of gray hair that has been dragged to the ground.

The old man's clothes were in rags, with only a few strands of cloth remaining on his body. They were weathered by time and gradually turned into nothingness.

He has been walking for 46 years.

During these long 46 years, he gradually forgot his name, his purpose of coming here, and why he wanted to climb up.

But every time this time comes, there is always a voice full of magic, echoing in his mind: "Keep going, hold on, there is what you want at the end, my child."

"My inheritance, the supreme secret of my Zhuge family, what you want is right in front of you..."

So he woke up again and made his final struggle relying on his increasingly loose faith.

"Cough cough..."

The old man clenched his fist to his mouth, coughed twice, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. Feeling the aging body functions in his body and his increasingly dull brain, he felt despair in his heart.

"I have been searching for many years, why haven't I reached the end yet? Step after step, step after step, I can never see it, I can never touch it..."

"But I'm old and I'm going to die soon."

"Father, am I not worthy? It's because of my low qualifications that I'm not worthy of this Samadhi True Fire."

"My decades of hard work are actually just a joke."

Zhuge Qing murmured to himself and stopped for the first time in many years. He looked at his wrinkled skin and felt his increasingly weak heartbeat. The corners of his wrinkled eyes trembled, and a muddy tear appeared.

But he looked back and looked at the stairs that stretched all the way down, and the end could no longer be seen. After a long time, he gritted his teeth again.

"I'm not dead yet. My ancestor said that as long as I can reach the end, I can inherit his secret knowledge... Yes, I just need to climb to the end of the ladder."

While coughing, he dragged his stooped body along the endless stairs and climbed up again.

Time passes, one year, two years...

He didn't know the boy's past again, until the white hair growing from his head covered more than ten steps behind him, until his eyes completely lost their light, and his body was covered with age spots, until his heart almost stopped beating, until Some memories about the past have all disappeared in the passage of time.

His body functions have reached their limit, and his death is coming.

Zhuge Qing couldn't walk anymore and collapsed to the ground, almost using his hands and feet, bit by bit, towards the top of the stairs with no end in sight. After so many years, even his ancestors had abandoned him. No more encouraging voices sounded in his head.

He is about to face his own death on this road that has no end in his life.

Finally, his eyes became blind first, his ears still couldn't hear any sound, and the tip of his nose couldn't smell a breath. Then, his body began to become cold and his blood began to stagnate...

"I'm...really...dying."

At the last moment, he raised his head with difficulty, using his blind eyes to see if there was any fire at the end of the stairs?

So in the darkness, he slowly closed his eyes, knocked his head on the next step, and gradually fell asleep...

And just when he stopped moving, the white space around him began to make a crackling sound and gradually collapsed, seeming to bury the rickety old man's body in it, announcing this heart-breaking scene. The outcome of the demonic battle.

But right now.

A few faint golden light spots appeared on the surface of the old man's already cold body, floating out from his chest and then into the center of his eyebrows.

In the dark, there seemed to be thunder from the nine heavens exploding.

Zhuge Qing found that standing right in front of him was a young Taoist priest wearing a navy blue robe. He was condescending, with a scornful aura in his golden eyes, and his whole body was exuding majestic energy.

Under such gaze, Zhuge Qing's heart trembled, and his confused eyes immediately regained their clarity. All memories about the past returned to his mind at this moment.

Even that night in Biyou Village, everything he experienced during his inner demon experience was remembered.

So he was trembling all over, and he knelt down in the direction of the young Taoist without hesitation, muttering: "Master Taichu, I, I have failed to live up to your expectations, I have failed."

The figure of Zhang Taichu, who was standing high up, chuckled and walked down step by step. He said with a smile: "Warlock, warlock, after magic, there is a special word for scholar."

"In the final analysis, that Samadhi True Fire is so awesome. If it wasn't just a trick created for people to practice, how could it defeat you?"

"Zhuge Qing, who did you lose to?"

"Zhang Taichu" said, walked up to Zhuge Qing, gently raised his palm, and said gently: "Young man, is it time to doubt yourself after all?"

Zhuge Qing's eyes trembled and he said: "Master, I -"

Before Zhang Taichu could finish speaking, Zhang Taichu's big buttocks raised high were slapped hard on his face.

with a snap.

Crisp and sweet.

Immediately afterwards, Zhuge Qing felt his eyes spinning. The next moment he opened his eyes suddenly and found that he was still lying on the long stairs that were neither wide nor narrow.

-

Outside the world of inner demons.

Zhi Hibiscus watched, and just after waking up, Wang Ye slapped Zhuge Qing in the face, and said slightly nervously: "Daoist Wang Ye, if you hit like this, Comrade Zhuge Qing will not be beaten out." Whatever it is, it’s good or bad.”

Wang Ye chuckled, looked at the bubble screen on Zhuge Qing's head, and said slowly: "Look, isn't this back to normal?"

(End of this chapter)