The heavens start from Maoshan

Zhang Heng's eyes flickered.

The former Tianqi City was a Taoist dream.

The current world of the Republic of China is his dream, because Zhang Heng has dreamed more than once that he encountered bandits during the first crossing, and died before leaving the army.

Now, this dream has been captured by the Taoist priest and has become a nightmare in front of him.

"Fortunately, it was the Republic of China, not the modern era of high-rise buildings, otherwise..."

Zhang Heng's eyes were full of coldness.

Although to him, it doesn't matter whether it's modern times, the Republic of China, or even the world of Huangtu, or the world of Liao Zhai, to him now, it doesn't matter which world he comes from.

But he still resents being known to follow suit, not because of anything else, but because he finds it disgusting.

In the world of the Republic of China, the robes and gowns are not very different from the world of Liaozhai. If it is replaced by the modern world of high-rise buildings, the Taoist priests of Tianqi Temple will not be able to stay.

"Brother, borrow some money to spend."

was thinking.

The leading bandit flashed the dagger in his hand, the tip of which was still stained with blood.

In the dark, Zhang Heng felt a strong threat. If he died in his dream, something bad might happen in reality.

"Mana!"

Zhang Heng didn't feel his mana, and even the Taiping Sword lost his sense.

Because in this dream, he has nothing but an ordinary person, and this is his own dream. In the subconscious of the dream, he thinks that he should be like this, so he is trapped in his own perception barrier.

"Brother, don't stand still!"

The bandit waved his knife.

Zhang Heng raised his eyes and glanced, he had this dream, in the dream, he was killed by the bandits before he left the army.

To break this dream now, the only way to change the trend of the dream is to make it inconsistent with the original dream.

Figured this out.

Zhang Heng smiled in his heart: "I always had this dream at the beginning, because I am an ordinary person, easy to be killed, and difficult to resist."

"At this time and at that time, I have traveled all over the years and fought countless battles. Even if I lose my mana and meet on a narrow road, how many people can beat me?"

Zhang Heng thought about it.

While handing the package in his arms to someone.

While he was looking through the package to find money, and the others relaxed their vigilance, he pounced, his right hand clenched on the blade, and took advantage of his unpreparedness to snatch the bandit leader's dagger.

puff puff.

Enduring the pain, Zhang Heng grabbed the short knife and stabbed the man carrying the stick twice in the neck.

The man had a look of disbelief, and knelt down on the ground clutching his neck.

The bandit leader who had been robbed of the short knife saw it, screamed strangely, and threw himself on Zhang Heng, and the two turned into rolling gourds.

"Third brother, he killed second child, hit him on the head, hit him on the head!"

The bandit leader and Zhang Heng rolled on the ground, not forgetting to remind the third child to make a move.

As a result, the third child looked at the second child who was clutching his neck, and the eldest child who was rolled together, being stabbed in the stomach continuously, and his intestines flowed out, he was frightened for a while and dared not move.

"Made, you are quite strong!"

When he stabbed it down, when he was discouraged, the bandit leader lay on the ground, only humming was left.

Zhang Heng got up from the ground and looked at the third child.

Once upon a time, he was killed several times by these three brothers in his dream. After waking up from the dream, he reflected that, to put it bluntly, he was not cruel enough.

As long as you can be ruthless, grab a knife, and risk your life to fight the three of them, you may not be the one who dies.

as predicted.

He snatched the knife from the bandit leader's boss, stabbed the second child to death, and then killed the boss.

The remaining third child, one on one, looked at him stupidly, as if he had lost his soul, and even forgot to run away.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."

Zhang Heng walked over and stabbed the third child in the chest.

The third child took a sharp breath and grabbed his arm tightly.

Zhang Heng whispered: "Take a deep breath, yes, take a deep breath!"

The knife was stabbed in the heart, and every time I took a deep breath, there was a piercing pain.

The third child only felt that his eyes were dark, and he was still muttering when he was dying: "Liar, it hurts so much."

boom! !

With the death of the three brothers, the dream began to collapse.

Zhang Heng has seen a movie called "Inception", which is very similar to that one. The whole world is being shattered and rebuilt. Soon, the world of the Republic of China collapsed. Looking at it again, there is Tianqi Temple in front of him, and the Taoist is standing in front of him.

"fake."

Zhang Heng swept his eyes and said to the Taoist priest, "This is also a dream."

boom! !

With the sound of the words, the world collapsed for the second time, and the sky was full of moon and stars, as if returning to reality.

But Zhang Heng said firmly, "It's fake."

"real."

"fake."

"real!!"

Zhang Heng didn't speak, just looked at the Taoist priest.

The Taoist was helpless and asked, "Where is the fake?"

Zhang Heng didn't speak.

Because in the dream, he couldn't call the portal.

But in reality, no matter where he is, as long as he wants, he can open the portal at any time.

"now what?"

The world was reorganized again, and the Taoist asked Zhang Heng.

"fake."

Zhang Heng is very sure.

The Taoist priests did not believe in evil and reorganized again.

One.

It was the sixth time that Zhang Heng opened his mouth and said, "This time it's true."

The Taoist was shocked: "My dreams can be fake, how can I not deceive you?"

Zhang Heng asked back: "Why should I be deceived?"

"This..."

The Taoist was at a loss for words for a while: "The most important thing about the art of dreams is that people can't tell the truth from the fake, and believe it to be true. If it is seen to be false at a glance, the dream art will not work."

Done.

The Taoist shook his head and threw a piece of parchment to Zhang Heng: "I lost."

Zhang Heng took a look at the parchment.

When I caught my eye, there were four words on it: Chen Zumengshu.

Chapter 213: The Realm of Dreams

Chen Zu Mengshu.

The surname is Chen, and the word ancestor can be added, plus it is Mengshu, it should be the ancestor of Chen Tuan.

Zhang Heng rolled his eyes, and then at the Taoist priest.

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

But thinking about it, I don't think it's strange.

Dream art is a relatively partial way of practice, and it is famous for its rapid progress through practice in dreams.

There are pros and cons to everything, and nothing is perfect.

The same is true for dream art. It is easy to get started, but difficult to master. If you are not careful, you will get lost in the dream.

Because in the dream, there is everything you want, you can cover a city, capture the thoughts of everyone, and form a dream world.

The reality is suffering, and the dream is at ease.

This is not an exaggeration.

Looking at Tianqi Temple, which has no smell of fireworks, and Taoist Han who is alone, where do you think his brothers are?

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

"For each generation, there are two or three of the true biography, and eight or nine of the outer sects."

"In my generation, I have 14 brothers and sisters, which is quite a lot."

"When I was 20 years old, my master couldn't wake up from his dream, and he was about to perish."

"The elder brother and the second elder brother rescued each other in a dream, but they fell into the dream world one after another, and the others were also infected by the dream, or went crazy, or foolish, or committed suicide, or fell into obsession, and I was the only one left. "

Taoist Han handed the dream scroll to Zhang Heng, his eyes full of freedom and ease: "Maybe dream art is not a spell that should appear in the world. It is very powerful and difficult to be controlled by people. Once addicted, it is difficult to quit. , After getting used to the surprises and excitement in dreams, it is difficult to arouse your interest in everything in reality, and this is the beginning of your sinking.

I intend to terminate the inheritance, but I have been unable to make up my mind. Now, it belongs to you. In my life, I will not accept any more apprentices. Whether the dream technique will be passed on or not is up to you to decide. "

Boom! !

As if sensing Daoist Han's thoughts, Tianqi Temple began to collapse.

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

Everything in reality, it is difficult to make his heart rippling, as if he was born to be a creature in a dream, and reality is just a dream.

"The opening chapter of Dream Art says that one cannot perish when practicing Dream Art, you..."

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

Daoist Han did not answer.

He just smiled, then turned into a puff of green smoke and left with a sigh: "It's better to have a dream than a good spring."

Daoist Han left.

Zhang Heng speculates that this should be the last time the two meet, and they will see each other indefinitely.

If it hadn't been for him, Fu Qingfeng's 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, because of Zhang Heng, this possibility was lost.

It's hard to say whether it's a good fortune or a disaster.

"This secret technique!"

Zhang Heng glanced at the Chen Zu secret technique in his hand, and was caught in a dilemma for a while.

Spells are good spells, but it is easy to train yourself to death.

Then Zhang Heng thought again, if he only had a taste or two, 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?

Daoist Han fell into obsession because dream art was his main skill. Calculating the time, he looked at Sui, and he had been immersed in dream art for at least 30 years.

And it is 30 years in the world, in the dream, maybe hundreds of years have passed.

For hundreds of years, he has been in the world of dreams, seemingly not in the world of mortals, but in fact he has always been in the world of mortals, and it is difficult to break free.