The mirror path of all heavens

Chapter 1 A word that wakes up the dreamer
  "Xiao Xian, it's time to go out for dinner."

In the room, Chen Xian looked at the Xingyi Quan Jing in his hand, and couldn't help showing a hint of bitterness on his face.
  "Is it fake again?"

He threw the Boxing Sutra on the desk filled with various books next to him, got up and walked towards the living room.

The names are vaguely visible among the messy and overlapping books on the desk.

Five Elements Quan, Tai Chi, Xingyi Quan...,
  At the dinner table, Chen Xian buried his head in the food, feeling it was a little tasteless.
  "Mom, you can tell by the look on my brother's face that he has been lied to again,"

"whee,"

"It's not a happy thing for your brother to be cheated. Why are you so happy?"

Mother Chen looked at her daughter who was gloating about her misfortune and couldn't help but glared.
  "It's the third year of junior high school since school started. If you have this free time, you might as well read more books."

"I don't ask you to be admitted to a key high school like No. 1 Middle School in the city like your brother, but at least you should be admitted to a No. 4 Middle School!"

"Look at you, you're already in the third grade of junior high school, and you're still making a lot of noise all day long. How many times have you been called a parent!"

"Can you be like your brother and make me worry-free?"

As she spoke, she felt angry. Mother Chen twisted her hand towards Chen Qiqi's ear.
  "oops!"

"mom,"

"If you have something to say,"

Looking at her mother's stretched out hand, Chen Qiqi jumped up from the chair with her rice bowl in her arms, spoke repeatedly, and then quickly hid in her room.
  Seeing that my daughter had already hid in her room,

At this time,

Mother Chen turned around and looked at the absent-minded Chen Xian.
  "Xiao Xian, didn't you like practicing martial arts before? Why have you become more and more obsessed with practicing martial arts in the past three years?"

"Although you say you're just practicing casually, it doesn't look like it to me."

Hearing his mother's worried voice, Chen Xian came back to his senses.

"mom,"

"During this period of time, I have realized that practicing martial arts to strengthen the body is the foundation of everything!"

"Maybe your son will be the next martial arts legend,"

Chen Xian thought of those martial arts legends who were famous all over the world, and his desire for martial arts became stronger.
  "Although our Daxuan people pay equal attention to civil and martial arts, there are still a few people who can become martial arts myths,"

"If you really want to achieve success in martial arts, then enroll in a martial arts school! After all, it is better to have a master's guidance than to practice on your own,"

When Chen Xian heard his mother's words, there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.
  "Is any dream really just a dream?"

One night three years ago, he began to have a strange dream, and this dream stayed with him for three years.

In the dream, there is a world that is paradoxical to Daxuan,
  For three years, every night, the same dream would come as expected, which had already made him extremely profound about dreams.

Everything in the dream was so vivid that it seemed to be imprinted in his mind, making it difficult to forget.
  In the dream, he seemed to be a young man who was bedridden due to illness, witnessing the evolution of a brilliant era.

Unfortunately, due to his health, the young man did not have the opportunity to be in it. He could only watch it, secretly feeling sad.
  In the young man's heart, body and healthy body have become an obsession that is difficult to eradicate.

If it were just that, he would just think it was a strange dream.
  After all, having the same dream continuously is a common phenomenon in Xuanxing, and it is a normal phenomenon.

But when he saw that some technologies that originally existed only in dreams were gradually created with the development of Xuanxing Technology,
  Some martial arts theories that only exist in dreams, although relatively immature compared to Xuanxing Martial Arts, are actually martial arts theories that can be used for practice. Moreover, the young man’s obsession is also inexplicably affecting his thinking. , which made him have an incomparable desire for a strong body,

All these changes,

Chen Xian realized that this was more than just a simple dream.

Perhaps, this is an extraordinary phenomenon that Xuan Xing has not confirmed yet.
  Chen Xian thought like this,

After all, no dream can have such an ability to change people's thinking, or to create technologies that have not yet been created.

It was precisely because of this extraordinary dream that Chen Xian embarked on the path of martial arts training, and believed that extraordinary power must exist.
  But in the path of martial arts cultivation, which one has not been practiced since childhood, polished the muscles and bones, weathered rain or shine, and only after dozens of years can one achieve something?
  When he started practicing martial arts, he was already nineteen years old. He missed the best opportunity to practice martial arts and failed to lay a solid foundation in martial arts.

So in three years, even though he had good qualifications, he still had not mastered Ming Jin and entered the first level of martial arts.
  And because he is too old, even if he wants to join some major martial arts schools, it will not work. Even some of the more famous martial arts schools will not accept people of his age.
  The martial arts he is practicing now is just an extremely niche White Crane Boxing technique obtained from a small martial arts studio.

This is also the only boxing technique that he can practice to Mingjin.

But a niche is a niche. Compared with the techniques of those big martial arts sects, there are naturally huge gaps and shortcomings.

Cultivation is slow and body training effect is poor...,
  Chen Xian often goes to some antique markets and searches for some ancient books, just to find some real martial arts secrets.

Unfortunately, there is no harvest so far.

The ancient books he collected were not completely useless, but:
  "One sentence of true scripture is worth thousands of false scriptures."

The most important practice secrets of each sect are all passed down by word of mouth and not lost on paper.

These exercises lack some of the most important cultivation tips and core exercises, so that they can only be used for health maintenance.

First, there is no guidance from a famous teacher, second, there is no profound training, and third, there is no foundation building from childhood.
  This makes Chen Xian's martial arts training path not smooth and difficult to achieve success.
  "Xiao Xian, since you are practicing martial arts now, you should eat more. Why are you eating less and less these days?"

"This is not okay!"

His mother's voice sounded in his ears, interrupting Chen Xian's thoughts.

"Mom, what did you just say?"

Chen Xian was stunned for a moment.
  "I told you to eat more! You've been eating less and less recently,"

Mother Chen’s voice sounded again,
  "That's right! Due to my martial arts training these days, I have only eaten a little. Apart from three meals outside, I have never eaten any other food."

"It stands to reason that there should be a feeling of hunger at this time, but why not only is there not there, but there is also a faint feeling of fullness,"

Chen Xian thought like this, and a doubt arose in his heart.
  Suddenly, a throbbing arose in my heart,

"Could it be..."

Chen Xian suddenly woke up and ran towards the room without caring about the food on the table.

"Mom, keep my food for now, I'll eat it later,"

Seeing Chen Xian's hurried steps, Chen's mother was a little confused and thought to herself,
  "What can't you do after eating? So anxious,"

At this moment, Chen Xian just wanted to be quiet. He needed to calm down, carefully review what he had done in the past few days, and study the changes in his body to verify his conjecture.
  　A new little one.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)