Scumbag: Introduction to Immortal Cultivation[Transmigration Book]

Xiang Xiaolei's consciousness is slack, sometimes he can feel himself, and sometimes he doesn't seem to feel it, as if he has become another person and came to another world.

Sometimes, he seemed to be a bystander in another world, watching the children running around, and heard them saying "Brother, ignore him", "Don't worry about him if the master said it", "Brother, let's go quickly!" ", "Master is waiting for us over there"... The childish voice rang in my ears.

The voices of those talking gradually faded away, and the figures of the children in white clothes gradually disappeared, and the silence returned to the ears, only the whistling of the wind.

There was a figure, alone, and the cheerful talking children ran past the lonely child, leaving him far behind as if out of sight.

I can't see that child's face clearly... I can only see his lonely shadow stretched so long by the setting sun...

It spread all the way to Xiang Xiaolei's feet, as if it was attacking him...

His eyes suddenly became pitch black, he was wrapped up by that shadow, and fell into the darkness...

"I want..." A voice rang in my ears, it was a young man's hoarse voice, as if he was hoarse, but the second half of the words could not be heard clearly...

"Brother?" Another voice sounded in the darkness, and the moment it sounded, the night shrouded in darkness seemed to be split open, allowing light to penetrate.

"Are you awake?" He opened his eyes, with five fingers shaking in front of his eyes, "Can you see me?"

The dream disappeared, Xiang Xiaolei woke up, and the person holding his finger in front of his eyes was Mu Tianye.

"You're awake. You slept for three days and three nights, I'm so worried." Mu Tianye reached out and touched his forehead, and said to himself, "The fever is gone."

Xiang Xiaolei didn't come back to his senses, after all, he had dreamed too many scenes when he was unconscious, and these scenes didn't even have a chronological order, and they attacked him all at once, which made him a little overwhelmed.

After lying down for a while with his eyes closed, he discovered a fact.

Mu Amano can touch him consciously.

When Mu Tianye came back that day, he saw Xiang Xiaolei curled up on the ground in the yard, his face flushed with heat, so he hurriedly hugged him to the bed and invited the doctor to see him.After calling the pulse, the doctor said: "The pulse condition is so strange that I have never heard of it before, and I don't know what it is."

"Then what should we do? Will it be dangerous to burn like this?" Mu Tianye was very worried.

The doctor stroked his beard and said, "It must be cooled down first, and the brain will be burned out if it burns like this."

So Mu Tianye went to fetch cold well water day and night, wet a cotton towel, and help him rub his head and body.

Xiang Xiaolei sometimes frowned, sometimes gasped, and sometimes dreamed endlessly, Mu Tianye was so anxious that he had no choice but to hold his hand.

When he was holding it, he suddenly realized that it might be the effect of the golden pill that strengthened his little brother's body energy, and this energy was enough to make his little brother resist the force of his grasping.

Finally able to touch.Mu Tianye was a little happy in his heart, but soon, his happiness was overshadowed by worry, and he didn't heave a long sigh of relief until his little brother's high fever subsided.

"Brother, do you remember who I am?" Mu Tianye was afraid that his little brother's brain would be burnt out due to fever.

"You idiot!" Xiang Xiaolei said angrily.

Mu Tianye happily hugged him, "It's fine."

After Xiang Xiaolei was served by Mu Tianye and drank the porridge, he felt that his body was in good order without any adverse reactions. It seemed that the golden pill he swallowed had been assimilated.But even so, he still felt that the scene in his dream was an allusion, "Go and grab that scholar, I have something to ask him."

After half a stick of incense, Mu Tianye grabbed the scholar's feet and carried him upside down.The scholar was hanged until blood rushed to his head, writhing uncomfortably.

"Let me ask you, after swallowing the golden elixir, will you inherit the consciousness of the creator of the golden elixir?" The scholar was put down and stood obediently in the corner.While eating dates, Xiang Xiaolei took the date stones and threw them at him.

The scholar dodged left and right, but was hit in the head by the date stone, with a look of daring to speak out, "Theoretically, no, unless the builder specially sealed a piece of consciousness inside."

"What if it was deliberately sealed, is it particularly clear, or is it blurred, fragmented?" Xiang Xiaolei threw another one, but the date pit was not picked clean, and it stuck to the scholar's hair. The scholar took it off and hurried Throw it away with a look of disgust.

"This... is not easy to say. It is related to the ability of cultivating the real person, the rank, the strength of the consciousness, and the method of sealing. The various manifestations are not the same."

"Is it possible that it was not deliberately sealed, but left unconsciously?" Xiang Xiaolei thought of this, because the scenes in his dreams were too fragmented, the perspectives were not uniform, and he couldn't even see the boy's face clear.

If that boy is an important person, the person who sealed it should have left clear instructions.The scene in his dream obviously didn't have a particularly emphasized main line, it was more like fragments of memory fragments in the mind of the priest in white.

"Theoretically, it shouldn't be possible, because it takes a lot of spiritual power to seal the consciousness in the golden core. If you don't concentrate on it, it may be difficult to do it." The scholar said: "Or is there too much resentment? But this possibility It's very small... If the resentment is heavy, the possibility of becoming a resentful spirit is relatively high."

In other words, this memory was consciously sealed up by the Taoist priest in white?Xiang Xiaolei thought, probably he was seriously injured at that time, and he didn't have much cultivation left.When all the remaining power is used to transmit consciousness, there is no energy to control the mind, so that the thoughts are confused and do not know what to think.So there's this messy scene.

"Then what will happen if I swallow the golden pill now?" Xiang Xiaolei turned to think of another question.

The scholar pursed his mouth, "If you swallow it, you can swallow it. If you have a good root, you can reach the cultivation level of a former real person. At the end, you can also strengthen your body and nourish your life. It depends on which one you are."

"Then how do you judge whether you have cultivation?" Xiang Xiaolei was puzzled.His body is no different from before, does it mean that he has to be seriously ill, he is almost dead, and then he does not die, so that he can see that Qi is stronger than before?

The scholar seemed a little impatient, but just when he showed a little dissatisfaction, he had a fierce face on Shangmu Amano.The scholar complained silently in his heart.

"There are many ways. Water, fire, chaff, grains, flour...there are many." The scholar shook his head and said, looking very knowledgeable, "For example, flour Spread the flour so high." He gestured a distance less than a knuckle.

He signaled to Xiaolei that he should stop talking, then he took a bag of flour from the kitchen and handed it to the scholar.The scholar had no choice but to start spreading flour on the stone table in the yard pitifully.

"After laying it out, make a gossip with your hands." The scholar circled his hands, leaving a space in the middle, and made a demonstration, "It's like hugging a ball."

"Then put your hand on the flour and concentrate on imagining the qi in your body gathering in your palm."

Xiang Xiaolei did the same, and began to think repeatedly in his mind that the air was on the hands, the air was on the hands...but after thinking about it for a long time, the flour did not change.

"So, you have no roots of wisdom." The scholar moved towards the door little by little, trying to slip away, but was dragged back by Mu Tianye.

"Then how should we imagine?" Xiang Xiaolei couldn't comprehend.

The scholar said helplessly: "I'm not a cultivator, so I don't know the feeling. It's probably just imagining the flow of qi in the body, and then imagining the flow of qi flowing to the hands."

Xiang Xiaolei tried again, but it still didn't work.

"You have to imagine the flow of qi, and at the same time consciously let it concentrate in the palm of your hand. It doesn't matter if you meditate or think about it." Scholar Xu added after being stared at.

Xiang Xiaolei closed his eyes and concentrated on it.Imagine that Qi is flowing in the body, and imagine that Qi is the source that governs the operation of the five internal organs...

Thinking about it, he felt that his consciousness was a little fuzzy again.As if being in the field, let the spring breeze blow over your body.The breeze flowed from his head to his neck, down, over his shoulders, and onto his hands.

He felt as if his hand was wrapped in a circle of air current.

Then, the airflow began to concentrate on his palm, and he could feel that his palm was getting slightly warmer.

"It's moving, it's moving..." the scholar shouted.

When Xiang Xiaolei opened his eyes, he found that the flour was passing under his palm and between his fingers, forming a mountain-like pile of flour between his hands.

"This proves that you already have the aptitude for cultivating immortals and can manipulate qi!" The scholar happily patted him on the shoulder.

At that moment, the accumulated flour pile collapsed instantly.

Xiang Xiaolei squinted at the scholar with a very ugly face, and the scholar walked to the corner silently covering his mouth.

"You have a try too." Xiang Xiaolei pulled Mu Tianye to do the same.

Mu Tianye's comprehension ability is obviously higher than Xiang Xiaolei's.The moment the gesture was formed, the flour formed a spinning ball in his hands as if being tornadoed.

It was different from the limp, shapeless pile of flour formed by Xiang Xiaolei.The flour in Mu Tianye's palm was in a state of rapid rotation, turning into a perfect spherical shape.

"You are very powerful!" The scholar said flatteringly: "You are already at the level where you can manipulate Qi."

Xiang Xiaolei thought unconvinced, the male number two who opened the cheat is just different.Turning a flour looks better than turning it yourself.

"You go back." Waved to Xiaolei.He didn't want to see the scholar again fawning over Mu Tianye, just impatient with him.Then turn around and go back to the back room.

Mu Tianye noticed that his little brother's tone seemed not very good, did he get angry somewhere?He withdrew his gesture and slapped the table, ready to chase his little brother.But the moment he patted it, the stone table shattered and flew away.

At the same time, the flour that was photographed by him has also changed.It quickly turned black, as if it had been scorched, as black as cinders.

But the shattering of the stone table distracted everyone, and no one noticed what color the flour scattered on the earth had become.