Enter the Immortal Cultivation

Since I could remember, the world has been colorful.

Dad in brown linen. Mom in blue. Little sister who loves to wear red.

Yellow rapeseed fields. Yellow soil. Black dog. White smoke from cooking. Green leaves. Rice with a hint of yellow.

Good days. Very good days.

He actually doesn't care. Really. Since he was born. There is a piece of ice in his heart. He can laugh, cry, feel happy, and feel unhappy. But these emotions have never been "deep".

They are like disguises, never from the heart.

But even if it is just a warm stream flowing on the ice, he likes it very much.

Although this "like" cannot be considered from the heart. But it is a little deeper than "something".

Then...

Then...

Then it is the withered bones that use their bodies to protect themselves. It seems to be the parents.

The round head rolling on the ground. It seems to be the sister.

——It seems...

——It seems...

——It seems, it should be like this.

——Then I, it seems... it seems I should...

"Revenge?"

Strange nouns, strange emotions.

But, it was the first time...from the heart!

At that moment, the flowing "stream" was boiled by anger, corroding the ice in the heart!

This is the origin of the most special "real creature" of the Immortal Alliance, the exiled immortal Gou Dabao.

The name Gou Dabao is rustic. But he has never thought of changing his Taoist name. For many cultivators who are not satisfied with their original names, changing a Taoist name is really normal. But he doesn't.

This name is his struggle. His struggle with "himself".

Yes, "himself".

In fact, his initial struggle did not include "himself". He just hated the entire ancient law after seeing the peaceful world now. Then when he knew that he was also the ancestor of the ancient law in his previous life, he hated himself. That's all. He also knew that his previous life might not have anything to do with the ancient cultivation on this planet, and that this was just meaningless outrage.

However, his current personality was that of an unreasonable poor and arrogant boy. I am outraged. I hate you. What do you want?

Poor and arrogant, that is his personality in this life!

Because he hated the remnant soul in his body, he volunteered to join the Yangshen Pavilion and volunteered to become the research subject of the secret project of the Immortal Alliance.

But... for the exiled immortal, this kind of "resistance" is simply meaningless. Even the will to "resist" may not be from the heart.

Especially in the current environment of the immortal way, his resistance is extremely difficult.

In this environment where there are only external ways.

The blessing of his previous life allowed him to identify what is the right way to the broad road. What is just an external way, just a small trick. He will reject those side door methods that deviate from the main road from the bottom of his heart.

Tian Entropy Jue... What is a perverse theory?

Yao Ding Suan Jing... Extremely mechanical, extremely rigid, is it cultivated by zombies or stones?

Tian Ge Xing... No spirituality!

Xingchen Da Yan Zhou Tian... Bah! Is that what the stars are like?

Tian Yan Tu Lu... Interesting, but that's all.

Many times, he felt that his rationality seemed to be completely different from his own. In his heart, there was a little man who was commenting on the exercises in front of him.

No future.

No future.

No future!

That little man seemed to dominate his joy, anger, sorrow and happiness. He hated whatever the little man hated.

For him, practicing those modern methods of cultivation was like ****.

****... Can you do it?

Of course you can do it. As long as you have the heart, you can eat shit.

However, the urge to vomit and the instinct to tighten the throat cannot be overcome. That is the instinct of the body to refuse harmful things from entering the body.

Human reason can overcome these instincts, but it cannot eliminate them.

As for Gou Dabao, his "instinct" is extremely strong. Even if he forcefully eats those "shitty skills", his "instinct" will force him to spit them out.

Harmful.

Harmful.

Harmful!

Gou Dabao's will is completely unable to overcome his "instinct".

A cultivator from Yangshen Pavilion once made an analysis. Gou Dabao's "yin consciousness" may be the consciousness of a former immortal. The consciousness of an immortal is not in a deep sleep. It is just that it cannot function because it is incomplete. However, it is an immortal after all. Even if it is just a fragment of the mind, its total amount far exceeds the limit that a mortal can have.

If Gou Dabao's entire mind is compared to an iceberg, then the consciousness of this resister is actually just a layer of floating soil on the iceberg.

Practicing again and again, approaching the heavenly gate again and again, wandering again and again, unable to find the way back again and again, approaching the Dan Sha Ying Cheng again and again.

Then, the power is wasted again and again.

This is his daily life.

Then, on this day, this special "little white mouse" woke up again.

The ceiling... this time it was red...

As if by instinct, he was the first to notice the color in front of him.

Gou Dabao woke up, stared at the ceiling for a while with lifeless eyes, then got out of bed and walked towards the door. His eyes seemed inorganic, making people wonder if he hadn't woken up at all.

In fact, he just had no energy.

He first walked to the dining room and received today's breakfast. Two steamed buns with fine white flour, a small plate of pickled vegetables from Nanhu, a bowl of porridge with dried shrimps and mushrooms, and some sesame oil and meat oil.

He ate with big mouthfuls.

To be honest, life here is pretty good. He had food and clothing, and those modern cultivators never deprived him of material resources as an experimental subject. Those Jinfa monks who got along with him were cautious in front of him. At least basic etiquette is maintained.

In fact, he doesn't care.

There is still an iceberg in his heart. The iceberg had only melted a small opening before. He actually still doesn't care.

He, or "that he" is an immortal. Immortals don't care what mortals do.

He couldn't shake this feeling.

The only things he is more greedy for now are the colors that his eyes see and the sounds that his ears hear. The smell that the nose smells, the taste that the tongue tastes. These were the only feelings he could control.

After breakfast, he followed the predetermined route and came to a room.

Entering this room, he instinctively felt a dangerous aura. He forced himself to subdue his mind and then let go. Immediately afterwards, a translucent boy with an erratic figure appeared in front of him.

"Are you the person I want to see?" Gou Dabao sat down. . Quietly looking at Wang Qi opposite. To be honest, he was not used to having illusions invade his mind. His "instinct" felt,. This behavior is tantamount to having a knife put to one's own neck.

However, for him, the more something his body instinctively hates, the more he loves to do it.

He said: "Are you the one working on the new project?"

The young man nodded. It seems that he wants to say something, but he stops talking.

"That's it." Gou Dabao nodded indifferently: "That's it. I'll hand you over as a cultivator."

The young man opposite Wang Qi said: "My cultivation method must be based on the Yao Ding Sutra to enter the Tao."

The other party is an Exiled Immortal. He can learn the mathematical method of "coordinate system", but he is unwilling to think about the meaning and thoughts in it, and it is difficult to cultivate the Heavenly Position Gong.

"Yao Ding Calculation?" Gou Dabao frowned in disgust, but then he felt a little happy.

It seems to be a good thing to let the immortal in your body "eat some shit".

"I can abolish this skill of mine right away. Don't worry." Gou Dabao didn't seem to care about this. He looked at his body and said: "If you use your own skills, you may vomit some blood. If you vomit here, you will have to clean it up. It's troublesome."

"Is that so..." The young man didn't know what to say. Information about Gou Dabao naturally emerged in his mind.

Gou Dabao's current cultivation level is in the late stage of foundation building. If an ordinary person forcibly abandons his kung fu at this stage, it will even damage the soul, instead of just "vomiting blood". However, Gou Dabao possesses the remnant soul of the immortal. Not hurt by this at all. His body has gradually adapted to the pressure caused by repeated failure.

"Speaking of which, do you have any time requirements?" Gou Dabao seemed to be familiar with the process: "You may already know some things, but I still have to explain them in advance. I am a banished immortal, and I will not be promoted when I am promoted. After experiencing spiritual transformation, I can upgrade at the highest speed allowed by theory. For me, it only takes one year and three months to complete the Qi training period. The body is also a burden. If you want it to be faster, please say it now."

The young man shook his head: "I have nine years."

"That's right." Gou Dabao nodded. Then, he stood up and asked, "Are there no other requirements?"

"No."

"Then I will go back and waste my energy." Gou Dabao stood up without any hesitation or hesitation.

He really doesn't care about his own abilities.

"Wait a minute." The young man stopped him: "This cultivation method will definitely produce some special transformations when you build the foundation and advance to the golden elixir. When you advance to the foundation building and prepare to form the elixir, you must It’s very important to stop and wait for us to do a comprehensive inspection on you, and then let me make some comments personally.”

"Oh." Gou Dabao didn't seem to be interested in the so-called "special thing" at all.

After watching him walk out, Wang Qi's consciousness returned to Langde's house. In front of him, Chen Feng, Chen Youjia and Mi were sitting together. The situation just now has been broadcast to the three of them in the Fantasy Land of Ten Thousand Immortals.

Wang Qi looked at Chen Feng: "What do you think?"

Chen Feng asked, "What do you think?"

"He seems... not like a monk at all." Wang Qi was a little puzzled by this: "I don't think he is an angry avenger like the report said. There is not a trace of... in him at all. …a hint of something that could be called ‘motivation’ or ‘passion’.”

"Decadent." Chen Youjia added.

Chen Feng nodded: "This is normal. Reason has been in confrontation with instinct for a long time. The personality on the surface has been in a state of emotional emptiness for a long time, and all the 'power' is filled in by the sleeping 'yin consciousness' . When the Yin consciousness and the conscious consciousness, the original and the spiritual treasure conflict fiercely, he will fall into a lack of emotion. "

"This phenomenon is tentatively named 'atypical borderline disorder'."

“The biggest manifestation is numbness.” (To be continued ~^~)

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