Concentrate

Xun Yan, who fell asleep with worry, didn't sleep well all night. There was a disorderly crowing of chickens after two o'clock, a concert of various birds after four o'clock, and the sound of arguing between the sister-in-law next door and people at six o'clock.He is usually ignored in his sleep, but today his fragile nerves wake him up from time to time like rogue software.

This is not the worst.

He has been having a nervous dream since his first deep sleep.Every time I wake up and fall back asleep, the dream still continues.

At first, he tossed and turned in the small space, avoiding the capture of a group of men in dark glasses and black clothes.Later, he woke up with a fine amount of sweat on his forehead, and fell asleep again after tossing and turning.

At this time, in the dream, he was still carrying a lot of flower pots, and the sky was full of people searching for him, carrying all kinds of equipment to shoot.He hid in the wheat field by the pond, which was as tall as a person.He could hear the roar of the instrument, but he dared not say a word.He dug a hole in the ground, it was not enough to hold him, but he had to go down. At one moment he felt that he had dug more than 100 meters, and at another moment he felt that it was only four or five meters, and he was worried that someone had found the hole.Struggling in this tense mood, he woke up again.

The birds sang to each other on the big bushes, and eventually they merged into a uniform white noise in Xun Yan's ears.This time he had been spotted, came out of the cave, and ran to the road that he drove by yesterday. His flowerpots were tinkling, crisp and sweet, and the crashing sound was yesterday's purple music box music.The man in black was chasing after him, sometimes far and sometimes near.

Finally, the unknown sister-in-law saved him.A shrill voice pierced his nervous dream.The waking up anger and worry caused by not sleeping well converged into a frowning expression.

"Don't sleep anymore." He murmured.What kind of sleep is there for such a broken sleep, and sooner or later you will suffer from mental weakness.

The hoarse voice made the sharp-eared Yu Kongsang feel a little strange. He walked through the wall and came to Xun Yan's bedside, and felt that this voice fit well with his current appearance, which was inexplicable and attractive.

"Do you still want to?"

Xun Yan knew that it was not his turn to solve this kind of matter, but he just couldn't help worrying, not to mention that he still had the identity and ability to reincarnate without seeing mountains.But he has neither the madness and determination to see the mountain, nor the logic of thinking to master the magic technique.He is still used to being an ordinary person.Therefore, he cannot be used as a hole card, or even play a key role in any battle situation. Both IQ and EQ have been destroyed by himself in disrepair.

Obviously his predecessor played an earth-shatteringly good hand.And he, probably can only cast a pair of king bombs when playing three clubs.

"Do you know the reason for my deep sleep?" Yu Kongsang asked.

The word deep sleep is very Western. Xun Yan unconsciously thought of the Sleeping Beauty in the fairy tale, and blurted out: "Is it a curse?"

"..."

"That's okay. Curse." The pain that was more unbearable than heart-piercing came to his heart from the memory, and he still didn't change his face.

"As I said before, a spirit-locking spell is actually the starting point of a new era."

The so-called spirit is the soul that can cultivate immortality.Before Xuan Qing, there were only three situations in which the soul left the body.After a person dies, the soul reincarnates, or after the thunder disaster, the body melts with the wind, and the soul ascends to the fairyland.The last one is a hypothesis that has not been proven. People guess that Chushen is similar to an immortal, and exists in the form of a soul body, so no one has seen it for thousands of years.

"The soul can do too many things out of the body, like human fire, and like human electricity."

It is selfish and evil to lock people's souls for their own use.But if it doesn't hurt others, it will be Genesis' revolution in cultivating immortals.Without spells and tools that can detect and block the soul, the soul-leaving person can quietly sneak into one forbidden place after another, a trial place, and even easily enter the ancient inheritance place.The world is transparent in front of the first soul leaver.

Can it be seized?Is it possible to use wood and stone as another body to seek immortality?Or join the unenlightened beings in search of a more gifted skeleton?

Longevity, better talent, better resources...everything makes immortal cultivators flock to it for thousands of years.

A long lifespan can carry a higher level of cultivation than a human cultivator, and a higher level of cultivation will bring a longer lifespan. However, the lifespan will be limited in the end, and the black turtle and Baiyang are only more than two thousand years old.Only by becoming an immortal can one gain eternal life.

But if you can live forever in the world, how many people will pursue the elusive ascension?As a result, the research on Lihun was carried out in full swing in the world of cultivating immortals, silently, and it was not far from the big steel smelting at the time of Leap Forward.

"This..." Xun Yan was surprised, "This is too amazing."

If such an era really appears, then the whole world will definitely become immortals.What's next?The population is only increasing, and the resources are few and far between. The rules of the world of cultivating immortals have become cruel, and killings and even wars are used to control the growing population and calm the increasingly fierce conflicts.

Xun Yan likes to look at a developing epic, trying to look forward to the unformed world from an objective perspective.Cruel, wanton, free.Even the wind has a cold and solemn taste like a knife.

He found that his blood was hot at some point.

"Excited, me too."

Yu Kongsang was in this advancing ranks.

"Xuan Qing walks in the forefront, and his attitude of not seeing the mountain is also very firm. Needless to say, senior brother, even Nian Jiu, who prefers stability, is quietly doing the illusion of leaving the soul under the restraint of his master Xin Liansheng."

"How dare I, I'm so confused that I'm oblivious to everyone."

The dignity of the geniuses builds a sharp weapon in the increasingly sober cognition, driving them towards the high mountains full of thorns.

Bujianshan has the best understanding and the most indomitable resilience.Xuan Qing is recognized as the No. 1 Suo Ling, who escaped the pursuit of more than ten thousand-year-old cultivators at the age of more than two hundred years.Nian Jiu, he has the best teacher, the most potential elephant master and spiritual cultivator.

Of course, Yu Kongsang among these few people can't just eat, drink and have fun.It's just that he is usually the most cautious, but this time, he is bolder than anyone else.

The severe pain of his soul being drawn out by himself made it impossible for him to recall this period. Every time he thought of it, it was like another experience.Xuan Qing peeks at the secrets of the sky and sneaks around in fashion, using this to cover up and that to block.The blatant Yu Kongsang looked straight at Tianji's body, and was blinded by the dazzling light.

"I failed. But I also succeeded."

Even if it fails, such experiences and achievements should be hidden.Everyone who tried was stared at, especially someone like Yu Kongsang who had potential and had friendship with Xuan Qing.Even though his soul was fragile and about to disperse after only a breath, he did it.What a group of geniuses.

It's just that the result was miserable. The ancestor took all the collections, and the brother found all the trustworthy and untrustworthy friends, begging, cheating, or stealing a lot of treasures that were said to be able to repair and nourish the soul.And he himself has slept for 900 years, and accidentally fell asleep as a thousand-year-old demon.

His precious 900 years.

"So, you can rest assured that the soul of a cultivator like me who was missed by the will of the world will not appear again. After all," Yu Kongsang reassured him, "Where are so many geniuses like me?"

Xun Yan: "..."

"Because the aura is thin now, the speed of cultivation has dropped absurdly. In the 500 years like Xiujin, I can hit a hundred of them."

Xun Yan clapped his hands perfunctorily: "Awesome."

Yu Kongsang spoke passionately in the beginning, in the middle he spoke sadly, which was endearing and admirable, and ended very casually.Xun Yan's worries were thrown away at once. No matter what, only by grasping the power can we face the unknown more rationally.

Feeling relaxed, the tongue began to be restless.He was puzzled by his own hunger, and hesitantly asked Yu Kongsang: "Did I eat yesterday?"

"have eaten."

"So did I brush my teeth yesterday?"

"Brushed."

"Why do I still have a sweet taste in my mouth after brushing it?"

Yu Kongsang blinked: "Then I didn't brush it."

If lying fails, he simply admits it, and frankly tells Xun Yan not to know what to say.He could only resign himself to his fate and rush to brush his teeth and wash his hands.

It was rare for the goblins to sleep in the morning, and the little ones were playing with the looted toys they found from Xuan Qing, and the sound of music resounded throughout the courtyard.

"Look at mine," Qiancheng said, "I have ten laps."

Pirates curled his lips to show disdain: "I'm almost out of eleven laps."

Tiantian looked at this, looked at that, and then looked at the two small circles on his hand, then put down the music box to play with the spiritual power projection to realize the pony, a living 3D effect.

Stranger than all the sleeplessness today is Brick and the big goblins. They kept pace with Xiu Jin, almost without sleep.Seeing this strange scene, Xun Yan turned around and asked about his encyclopedia.Yu Kongsang is both a storytelling and reading machine and an all-round butler. He knows everyone's situation like a 360-degree camera.

After learning the answer from Yu Kongsang, Xun Yan couldn't help but fell into deep thought.Except for the three ignorant ones, after hearing the descriptions of Liang Chun and Zhou Shang, everyone had a small understanding of themselves.The world is so big, and there are so many heroes, they also need to be a part of it.The world map suddenly expanded from a small courtyard to an entire universe, and their journey will be the fairyland in the sky.

Xun Yan was very disappointed, all his friends started to review, and he was still playing games all night, it was this kind of loss.

What's so good about becoming a fairy?What good is eternal life?If a cultivator who can't commit suicide one day detests this fairy world, what will he do if he has no way to die?No one has ever returned from the fairy world, maybe it is a miserable hell that binds the soul?

Thinking so, Xun Yan asked the same question.

"Yanyan, we were born to walk this way."