Carefree Path of Dreams

The world of Yuanyuan is vast and endless. It is divided into Tianyuan, Dizhi, Dongsheng and Nanzhai. The population of any continent is more than 100 million. It has a nationality of the Xinghe Hengsha, in which the beasts are rampant and the people and the gods live together. The strange, and, of course, the most prominent, is the power of the 'realist.'

Tianyuan Continental, Qingyun Mountain Range, Qingyun Lower House.

Qingyun Zong is one of the nine masters of the Tianyuan ruling class. There are five flying ancestors in the door, and the reputation is far-reaching. There are more than ten fingers of the old monsters sitting in the town, and the name has not been lost for millions of years. A variety of geniuses are emerging in an endless stream.

Qingyun Lower House is one of the branches of Qingyunzong. It is responsible for recruiting and cultivating disciples of the younger generation. Every ten years, one can recommend one person to the main pulse and become a glorious foreign disciple. When it comes to the outside world, even the small country. You can also sit flat.

The lower house like this has no more than a thousand on the entire Tianyuan continent, and our story begins with one of the small lower courts.

"Fang Yuan, get up and work!"

Within the miscellaneous dormitory, Fang Yuan got up, blinked, and his head was a little confused. He immediately saw several Tsing Yi disciples yelling and watching their eyes full of disdain.

"Working? Oh, this is the daily homework of the disciples in the lower house. Every day, I pick water to cut wood, fight the bones, and practice the practice. I try to get a sense of temper and build a foundation..."

Some information suddenly appeared in my mind, and Fang Yuan immediately remembered his identity.

"I was originally the son of a farmer under the mountain. It was just a coincidence that he saved the life of a deacon in the lower house. He saw that I had a few bones, so I went up the mountain... I didn't see him wrong. Although I have a fairy bone, it is a hundred. The “Waste Xianmai”, which has nothing in the middle, can’t feel the air machine for five years, so it has become a laughing stock in the door...”

Although this memory is very real, I don't know why, Fang Yuan is instinctively feels that something is wrong. Tucao said: "How can it be a waste wood stream, and this stalk has long been bad?"

When he said this, he even had some accidents.

The so-called "waste wood", "stalk" or something, he does not understand the meaning of himself, but I do not know why it will blurt out.

"Well? Fang Yuan, are you very courageous!"

A few Tsing Yi disciples glimpsed, although he couldn't figure out what he was saying, but the kind of banter tone was not enough to help people, and they could not help but look bad.

"So waste wood, you should have been driven out of the lower house!"

"Not yet swearing at the deacon of the king..."

“Overwhelming in my door, I have never had such a brazen person!”

"There are people like this who want to cultivate immortals, I am!"

"Fang Yuan, see if you are still very spirited, today our chores, you are alone!"

One of the Tsing Yi teenagers walked out, walked calmly, and looked awkward. He was vaguely carrying an extravagant spirit: "If the young master said it, did you hear clearly?"

"What if it is a waste fairy?"

Fang Yuan clenched his fists and his face was green and violent: "I will definitely build the foundation and worship the total veins and become a true cultivator!"

"Haha!"

"What did I hear?"

"The waste man said that he wants to cultivate the immortal, but also to the total pulse?"

The crowd was silent, and immediately, more and more ridicules sounded. It seemed that the teenagers who came out of the princely home became more and more unhappy, and raised their eyes: "Don't talk big, be careful to flash your tongue!"

Without him, the latter dog legs have been encircled, apparently preparing to give Fang Yuan an unforgettable lesson.

"Cough!"

At this time, a cough sounded with great majesty.

"Deacon is good!"

Many young girls have bowed and let the road open. A middle-aged man slowly walked out, and his cold eyes looked around: "What are you doing? You are not going to do morning classes!"

"Follow the law!"

Even the princely boy, who dared not sneer in the face of the deacon, immediately ran away, just before leaving, looking at Fang Yuan with an inexplicable gaze, so that Fang Yuan’s back was agitated and had a snake’s top. feel.

"You can go quickly!"

The middle-aged deacon deeply stunned Fang Yuan, shook his head and slowly left the pace.

Fang Yuan silently, immediately returned to the room, silently picked up the **** and bamboo raft.

......

The Qingyun Mountains are rich in green wood. This kind of wood is transparent and hard like iron. It is used as a building material and even a boat keel.

Even after a hundred years, it is enough to be the main material of some of the products.

With this input, there is no need for a small country to supply, and Qingyun’s lower house is enough to maintain a good life.

The cutting down of Aoki has become the daily homework of those low-level disciples.

Of course, like Fang Yuan, it has been mixed for five years. There is no one who has no understanding of the gas machine.

boom!

The hatchet was cut on a thick green tea tree, and there was a dull sound. The huge anti-shock force made Fang Yuanhu's mouth hot and his arms slightly sour.

He took a deep breath, his face remained the same, and he smashed it out, deliberately adjusting his breathing and breathing at a specific frequency.

"During the daily firewood training, it is through snoring blood, honing the bones and bones, solidifying the Peiyuan, to gain the sense of qi... even if the qualifications are extremely incomparable, one year can also get started, but I have used enough Five years..."

After one morning, Fang Yuan finally cut off the green wood in front of him, wiped the hot sweat on his face, and smiled bitterly: "After gaining the sense of qi, you still have to build a foundation for a hundred days, and you have to enter the training period! There are thirteen weights. Only when you have completed the great perfection, you can refine your enthusiasm and get the qualification to enter the total pulse. After listening to the flood season, you will meet the dragon and tiger in the body. A thunderstorm, a road to the Golden Dan!"

"Only the Golden Dan period is the true foreign disciple standard. When will you spend three or nine times and smash the Yuan Ying, you will enter the inner door... Then there will be distraction, god, and god... ... all kinds of realms, one step is more difficult than one step, and the thunder robbery is more and more horrible. In the period of robbery, there will be a big thunderstorm every nine hundred years. If you can connect nine times, you can finally lift up and go to the top. World, Chengxian is holy... I must be a fairy!"

"Wait... a familiar familiar setting... What strange words do I say?"

Fang Yuan touched his head, poured a bit of water, and prepared to continue logging.

"Found, he is here!"

Suddenly, the mountain trail cheered and several figures appeared.

When Fang Yuan saw it, he suddenly complained.

Because of the appearance, it was the little Houye who came out of the princely home, and several dog legs to follow the class.

"Fang Yuan... You are lucky in the morning, there is a deacon, but now it is a wilderness, I see who is coming to save you!"

A sturdy boy like a cow smirked forward, and the fist skull section issued a general explosion of fried beans.

"These are all disciples who understand the sense of temper and enter the training period. I am not an opponent... Run!"

Fang Yuan did not want to, and turned around and ran.

It’s just that these few dog legs are very difficult, not to mention that the little Houye has the entire Houfu support, and it’s qualified and progressing quickly. The rumors are about to enter the middle level of the five-way training!

"chase!"

Seeing that Fang Yuan escaped, several dog legs naturally rose up and chased.

Their physical strength is long, the speed is extremely fast, and they are split up, and they will force Fang Yuan to a cliff.

"Haha... run again!"

Several people blocked the way out, and Xiao Houye stood behind a few people and looked excited: "Give me a half-death! See if he dares to talk to Shui Linger!"

"what?"

Fang Yuan suddenly felt very embarrassed: "He is because this looks that I am not pleasing to the eye? But Shui Linger's sister and sister are absolutely ruthless, just saying two words..."

"Hell, inexplicably, you will be seriously injured, and there is more street than me..."

I don't know why, when I saw this scene, Fang Yuan suddenly felt very familiar.

It seems that I have experienced this scene before, because an irrelevant woman is in trouble.

"It's this feeling... Wait, I... Why do you want to run? Why am I here?"

"I...who is it?"

Fang Yuan muttered, a burst of confusion in the pupil, and immediately put out the fine light, the whole person's breath changed.

"Hit him!"

A few dog legs will not give him time, they will pounce on them.

"Drink! Eagle claws!"

A few flashes of the figure, broken bones and screams came, Xiao Houye suddenly changed his face.

Because the scene in the prediction did not appear, was beaten to the ground, screaming again and again, is a few of his dog legs.

"Worldly martial arts..."

He frowned. "Is it so strong?"

"After breaking through Qingyun Road, I know that I am me today!"

Fang Yuan, regardless of him, laughed loudly and cheerfully: "It turns out... this is the feeling of a dreamer!"

He now understands that this whole world is his dream!

And when people are in a dream, from the five elements are all fascinated, to awakening, and awakening that they are dreaming, it is a great level for the dreamer to get started!

Not everyone is in a dream, they can immediately realize that they are dreaming.

If you are intoxicated, you will be completely lost and nervous.

But this level, Fang Yuan is easily passed in the first dream!

"Master didn't teach me anything..."

Fang Yuan saw this, but he was very emotional.

Although the mind layman did not pass on the dreamer to him from the beginning, but the practice of forgetting the tea ceremony is absolutely related to the dream profession.

Moreover, he grew up in another dream of a different world and has experience.

Under the combined force, the speed at which he cracked the ‘dream of the dream’ was far beyond the average person.

"This person... is it nerve?"

Next to it, Xiao Houye saw Fang Yuan, who talked to himself, but he was somewhat jealous. He bit his teeth and took out a symbol of a flash of light from his arms.

This is Houfu spent a lot of money, it is not easy to collect things, even though Xiaohouye’s face flashed a trace of pain, immediately: “Dise!”

call out!

The light blade flashed, and Fang Yuan’s entire arm fell off his shoulder.