The years when I created the ancient heaven

Chapter 115 Entering the rivers and lakes
Mo's small courtyard, in the courtyard, under the tea tree.

In the afternoon, the warm wind is blowing slowly, making people drunk and only want to fall asleep.

Mo Chengjun lay back on the rocking chair, staring blankly through the mottled leaves, looking into the distance, Hun'er had already flown beyond the sky.

And in his mouth, he was still whispering in an unintelligible voice: "A dream of yellow beams, a dream of yellow beams, although it is a dream, it must not be let go, it must conform to the rules of reality." , there should be none less.

It can't happen that one step of foundation building, two steps of golden core, three steps and four steps can become the Nascent Soul Overhaul.

That is not reality, but a real dream.

If this kind of weirdness happens, what's the point of me going in? "

"So, we have to put the Six Realms of Ascension Immortal first."

"Secondly, this time I came here to cultivate sword intent, so naturally I have to have a foundation, sword cultivation is one, and various sword techniques are two.

So first you have to put in all the signature sword formulas from the Seven Palaces, and then fill in all the ones recorded in the Cangfa Building. "

"However, these are not enough. In addition to the sword art, there must be a sword intent. Simply, there are enough sword intents in the previous statistics. When answering questions during this period of time, I have thought a lot and put them all into it.

But you can’t give it all at once, it must be regarded as a harvest, but you must also add reflection, others’, never your own. "

"In this way, the big framework is in place, what about the next one, the world view?"

"Well, ahem, the reality is already so miserable, so don't use it.

I've read so many novels before, and it's better than reality if I make one out! "

"Think about it, think about it, is it Jin Dada's, or Gu Dada's, Liang Dada's, or Yi Dada's, or just use the original owner's and forget it."

"Shushan, Shushan, this is the dream of many people when they were young, although it has come true now."

"Ahem, this is the first time, you still have to be more cautious, be more cautious, and the force value should be lower.

After all, he hasn't even comprehended the sword intent yet, so it would be too much to have a background of gods and gods walking all over the place, with as many abilities as dogs! "

"Not good, not good, then, let's make a mess?!"

"In the rivers and lakes, naturally there must be chivalrous men, sects, martial arts, secret books, temples, deserts and yellow sands, and joyful grievances.

Of course, if you go for the sword intent, the most important thing is naturally a swordsman who can travel the world with one sword! "

"As for the identity setting, it is worth thinking about it.

Is it a boy from a mountain village who breaks into the rivers and lakes ignorantly, rolls in the mud, fights in the dark, and climbs to the top step by step?
Or the abandoned son of the family, who was despised by others, but met an old man who counterattacked his life and became famous all over the world?

Why don't you just come to the beginning and retire the engagement, with a youthful spirit, make a three-year contract, don't you bully the young and poor? "

"Oh, this is an old headache!"

"It's just, why does it feel like I'm playing a game?

It is not only a designer, but also a GM, and it has to act as an NPC, and it is still a player when it enters.

This feeling is so strange! "

"Finally, finally, what kind of cheats do you get yourself?

A script without cheats is not perfect, so we have to make one, make one.

That is, there can be so many cheats, what kind of cheats should I get? "

Mo Chengjun talked to himself for a long time, and finally gave the preliminary preparations for the use of supernatural powers, and he sorted them out carefully, making additions and deletions.

Then, he yelled: "Xue Ling?"

"Hey, godfather? What's the matter?"

In the room on the side, Xue Ling walked out after hearing the greeting.

He was still holding a writing brush in his hand, as if he was writing vigorously, copying something.

"Well, I'll sleep for a while, the time is not fixed, if I don't wake up at night, just cover me with a quilt, don't worry about it.

But if I haven't woken up after sleeping for three days, then you can go to your Uncle Ba and ask him to go to Li Yongshou and bring someone named 'Yi Changsheng'. "

This is the escape route Mo Chengjun left for himself. After all, it is a supernatural power that has not been practiced, and he himself has no idea.

Xue Ling obviously heard something, and hurriedly asked: "Godfather, what are you?"

Mo Chengjun waved his hand: "When I wake up, I will know everything when I wake up."

As he said that, he ignored Xue Ling, turned around, stretched his waist lazily, and murmured to himself: "This dream is called Jianghu!"

"Whoever realizes the big dream first, knows it all his life."

"Go to sleep, go to sleep..."

Xue Ling wanted to say something more, but the voice was still floating in the air, and Mo Chengjun had already fallen asleep.

……

To be honest, Mo Chengjun's move is actually extremely risky, even comparable to the three methods of fellow practitioners he made with "vigor and spirit" after he made "Hope Secret Record".

At that time, he had no choice but no time to delay.

But this time, he actually had other better choices.

Theoretically speaking, Mo Chengjun's best choice is to find a death row prisoner or something, and then try the magical power of "Huang Liang Yi Meng" on him first.

At least use it on yourself after you have a bottom line in your heart.

He also admitted that there are some people who really deserve their death.

But the problem is, he never felt that he could judge other people's lives, even if he deserved to die.

That being the case, go on it yourself.

Therefore, after Mo Chengjun evolved the supernatural powers of "Yellow Liang Yimeng" to the point where there was no progress and no improvement at this stage, he finally decided to attack himself.

And before falling asleep, Mo Chengjun did an extreme thing to himself - he sealed his memory.

I didn't pretend to slap my face in the dream, so, keep the original memory and play the game of "soul wear"?
Moreover, sword intent?

After all, it is the true self that has been witnessed by nature under the tribulations and years.

If you want to get what suits you best, you have to endure hardships and sufferings that others cannot bear.

Therefore, Mo Chengjun resolutely blocked his biggest 'cheat'!
To be honest, the effect in this aspect is also the biggest gain from the study of "Great Illusion, Demon, Evil and True Law".

And to say, what Mo Chengjun thinks is the biggest shortcoming of "Mirage"'s magical powers is actually this.

Because, no matter how many births, old ages, sicknesses and deaths experienced by the cultivators of "Dragon's Sleep", they can't cover up their true self, let alone the mentality of looking down on the world from above.

In other words, although these people have experienced birth, old age, sickness and death, they have always known that they are not dead, will not die, and they have always known that what they have experienced is false and a dream.

Because I know it, I can't really invest in it!
Therefore, there are shortcomings.

But now, Mo Chengjun made up for this shortcoming.

……

In the sun, in a small courtyard, on a deck chair.

Mo Chengjun curled up and had a dream, a long, long dream.

In the dream, he became a wild boy in the mountain village. Because he was weak and sick since he was a child, his parents were afraid that he would not be able to support him, so they didn't give him a name. They just called him a dog.

The implication is that even dogs don't want to take care of things, so naturally they won't be taken away by Hades.

Although it's just a name, it doesn't sound good, but it reflects the love of his parents for him.

When he grew up, he was sent by his parents to study with the only private school teacher in the same village.

As for him, although his physical fitness is extremely poor, his learning talent is extremely high.

His teacher, a skinny old man with a goatee, always said that he was a genius, and that he should go outside the mountains to take the examinations for boy students and candidates, to enter the imperial court and become a high official.

But he doesn't like it at all!
What he envied was Wang Ergou at the east end of the village, chasing chickens and ducks, climbing trees and climbing walls every day, although every few days he would be caught by his father and whipped his butt with a rattan cane.

Every time, he could hear a loud cry, which was a huge sound that he couldn't make with all his strength.

That healthy body is his desire.

He has also seen knights in the novels collected by his teacher, he has seen rivers and lakes, he has seen flying over eaves and walls, and he has seen a city with a sword.

For some reason, he always felt that those were fake, unreal, and impossible to exist.

For this reason, he went to consult his private school teacher, and the answer the teacher gave him was beyond his imagination.

The Master told him that those were all true.

The dynasty here has rivers and lakes!

There are Shaolin and Wudang in the rivers and lakes here, there are three sects, five sects and twelve-storied buildings, there are evil sects and heretics, and there are two unattainable peaks of swordsmanship.

In the rivers and lakes here, there is a man who attacks a city with one sword. The sword rises like a flying bird filling the sky, and the sword falls like a sea of ​​clouds.

There are warriors in the rivers and lakes here who can smash thousands of troops with a single shot. Traveling across the battlefield is like entering an uninhabited land, and beheading generals and capturing flags is like searching for something.

There are really many masters in the rivers and lakes here.

It's hard for you to imagine the reverence that Master said and did, and it's hard to imagine how much impact those words had on Gou Sheng.

From that day on, he no longer envied Wang Ergou.

He yearns for that river and lake!
Then, he entered the rivers and lakes.

……

To be honest, if he had the chance to choose, he would never want to enter that arena again, let alone enter that arena because of it.

Because, the mountain village that represented his survival for generations was razed to the ground.

It means that countless neighbors are wailing and crying.

It means that parents and relatives died in front of him.

It was an attack by a group of bandits.

They should be bandits, anyway, they are dressed as bandits.

But they are not like bandits, because bandits do not have their discipline, their determination, their viciousness, and their force.

They broke into villages, leaving almost no survivors in their path.

They held torches and lit fires everywhere, setting fire to houses, haystacks, fences, and wooden walls, so that everything in sight was plunged into a sea of ​​​​red flames.

They also besieged the master, and the thin old man with a goatee showed extraordinary force at this moment.

He held an iron sword in his hand, and what he swayed was cold sword energy. With the sea of ​​fire as the background, his sword was rippling with cold light, just like the temperament of a master, indifferent and lofty.

At this moment, Gou Sheng finally knew that the master had not lied to him.

Because Master is that kind of swordsman.

However, no matter how strong the Master is, he is no match for two fists and four hands, and those bandits are not easy to deal with.

They use knives, blood-red knives, and they are brave and unparalleled.

There seems to be a certain pattern between the advance and retreat, which is enough to ensure that at the same time, the master will have to face at least five knives coming from all directions.

Even Gou Sheng could tell that as time went by, it became more and more difficult for Master to resist.

His sword was no longer flowing, his figure was getting slower and slower, more wounds appeared on his body, and the blood stained the blue shirt.

But just when all the bandits thought the master was going to die, he broke out.

It's hard for Gou Sheng to describe, but at that moment, how bright the master's sword was, it seemed to be the full moon hanging in the sky during the mid-autumn festival.

Gentle and cold, indifferent and distant, but no one can ignore it.

Everything in sight seemed to dim for a moment.

A moment later, it became bright again, the bandits were all dead, their corpses were divided into two parts, and blood splattered continuously.

But the master also half-kneeled on the ground, punched the ground with his sword, and opened his mouth to vomit blood.

Gou Sheng had almost no extra thoughts, and ran out straight away, but he couldn't save his master, let alone the village that was burned by the fire, and others.

The only thing he could do was to bury the charred corpse.

And he also gained something. In the arms of his master, he found a roll of animal skin.

I don't know what kind of material it is, but it has not been damaged in such a fierce battle.

And on the animal skin scroll, he harvested a sword formula——"Four Seasons Sword Art", and a method of feeding energy called "Seven Profound Sword Qi".

Gou Sheng didn't know if it was valuable, but thanks to his usual hard work, he could understand it and learn it well.

So, a few months later, there was a boy with an animal skin in his arms and an iron sword that was almost as tall as him.

Out of the barren mountain village,
Enter that house, Jianghu!
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