Myriad Realms Gu Venerable

Chapter 114
in a dream.

"Dare to come to kick the hall, hmph, I thought you were so good! Die to me!"

The sharp sword pierced Zhou Ming's heart. His eyes instantly became distracted and he fell to the ground, lifeless.

Soon, his body turned into nothingness and disappeared.

The middle-aged man who had just ended his life put away his sword without caring and left leisurely.

Swish!
In a remote alleyway, Zhou Ming's figure suddenly appeared.

His consciousness was blurry for a second or two, and then he quickly woke up.

"I was killed again. As my swordsmanship continues to improve, this dream world becomes more and more repulsive to me."

Zhou Ming straightened his hair and looked towards the end of the alley.

There, a beggar slowly drew out the sword at his waist and looked at him fiercely.

"Don't you know this is my Ding Laosan's territory? Do you want to steal my place and cut off my money? Watch the sword!"

Zhou Ming didn't care about the unreasonable thing of why a beggar had a sword. Facing the beggar who rushed towards him, he drew his sword and swiped the sword from the beggar's hand. At the same time, he extended the long sword to pierce the beggar's throat.

Watching the beggar's body slowly disappear, Zhou Ming strode out of the alley and looked at the bustling crowd outside.

"A month has passed in the dream, and the ghost doctor hasn't woken me up yet. This shows that there is a huge time difference between the dream and reality."

"In this month, I died a dozen times. Tsk, my soul's foundation has been consumed a lot."

If you are killed, you will exit the dream, which is actually a kind of protection for the dreamer.

What the ghost doctor calls hurting the spirit is actually consuming the power of the soul.Others, including seniors including Feng Yuanzheng, have not specifically practiced the soul training method, and their soul foundation is not strong.

After being weakened several times, the soul will become extremely weak. For example, Zhang Bin was seriously injured in one go and died in dreams several times in a row. If the injury is too severe and the soul dissipates, he will die in reality.

Therefore, Zhou Mingcai made a setting such that he would exit the dreamland when he was killed. Anyway, the first time they entered, they had caused enough disturbance to Shangguan Wuji's dreamland. Afterwards, whether they were there or not, the impact was not big.

And Zhou Ming himself, as the creator of this rule, does not need to abide by this rule.

The power of the Hell Soul Cleansing Sutra is always in operation. Zhou Ming can exit the dream at any time. If he dies in the dream, he can also be reborn immediately and continue to exist in the dream.

It just consumes some soul resources. He died a dozen times in 30 days in the dream, which only consumed the soul resources of seven or eight people. It had no impact on Zhou Ming's 600 souls at all.

In the past month, in addition to eating, drinking, sleeping and resting normally like ordinary people in reality, Zhou Ming spent all the other time in his dream learning swordsmanship, swordplay, and life-and-death swordfights.

In this world, there is only the sword as a means of fighting, and the only way to solve all problems is the sword. This is a world with only swords, so Zhou Ming has never touched anything other than the sword.

And the continuous challenges in the past month have made Zhou Ming's swordsmanship have made great progress. Although compared with the masters in this world, he is still an instant kill, but he has also been promoted to lv2, and he has continued to stabilize and improve day by day.

"Good boy! Not bad! I am Zuo Zijian, the swordsman in Guanzhong. Come on, take my sword!"

laugh!A clear blood mark appeared on Zhou Ming's neck, he fell to the ground, threw himself onto the street again, and died on the street.

The body disappeared and was reborn in another corner of the city the next moment.

"Come again!"

"Hahaha, someone actually dares to attack my Black Wind Village single-handedly. I will use your spine as my scabbard! Kill!"

Zhou Ming hits the street again!

"Come again!"

"The so-called new star of northwest swordsmanship? Nothing more than that!"

Throwing the street!

"Come again!"

"Today will be your death anniversary next year!"

Throwing the street!

"Come again!"

"Not bad, not bad, Ni's swordsmanship is somewhat interesting, but it's still not enough!"

Throwing the street!

"Come again!"

"What a handsome sword! Only such a talented young man is worth killing!"

Throwing the street!

"Come again!"

"Come again!"

"Come again!"

……

[Congratulations to the reincarnated kendo level raised to lv3. 】

The sudden reminder from the Lord God awakened Zhou Ming from the world of kendo.

"How long has it been?"

Obsessed with the way of swordsmanship, he almost forgot that he was still in a dream. Zhou Ming's concept of time was blurred.

Counting the time, Zhou Ming was immediately taken aback.

"In the dream, five months have passed?"

"Are you kidding me? In five months, the ghost doctor didn't call me? How big is the difference in time flow speed?"

After a thought, Zhou Ming exited the dream, sat up from the bronze dream tree, shook his head, and felt dizzy.

Feeling the waves of restlessness coming from the depths of his soul, and the reduction of his soul's foundation, Zhou Ming's control over his soul dropped a lot. Only then did he forget the passage of time and almost become addicted to the way of swordsmanship.

In this case, it is necessary to rest the soul and let the soul return to peace.

After leaving the range of the Bronze Dream Tree, Qin Wumeng immediately rushed forward and supported Zhou Ming, who was swaying as he walked.

"Looking for a place to chat?"

Feng Yuanzheng also came up and whispered in Zhou Ming's ear.

Zhou Ming's eyes flickered, a tired smile appeared on his face and he said, "Let me take a rest first."

Feng Yuanzheng wanted to say more, but saw Qin Wumeng supporting Zhou Ming and staring at him unkindly, so he changed his mind: "Okay, I will find you later."

"Come, come, drink this bowl of calming soup, soothe your mind."

The ghost doctor came over with a smile and a bowl of soup.

Everyone else had drank the soothing soup and had a round of rest.

Zhou Ming spent five months in the dream and more than seven hours in reality. Naturally, it was impossible for them to wait like this for such a long time.

Zhou Ming took the bowl from the ghost doctor's hand and drank the soup in one gulp.

He wanted to say no, because the thing probably wouldn't work for him at all.But it was hard for him to refuse the ghost doctor's earnest gaze.

Unexpectedly, after taking the decoction, Zhou Ming actually felt a sense of peace and tranquility in his soul. Like a traveler who had been on the road for a day and soaked in a warm hot spring, the previous restlessness was reduced by less than half.

"This medicine..." Zhou Ming stared at the empty bowl in a daze.

"How is it? Does the medicine work well?" The ghost doctor said with a proud face.

"It's pretty good, give me another bowl!" Zhou Ming was inexplicably surprised by the sudden surprise, and kept drinking.

After drinking five bowls in a row, the restlessness in Zhou Ming's soul completely disappeared, and the impetuousness caused by the damage to the soul settled down.

"This is the care of the Lord God. I can still eat and digest in other worlds, or is it because of the magic of the soup itself?"

Surprised in his heart, Zhou Ming looked at the ghost doctor with scorching eyes, rubbed his hands together pretending to be embarrassed, and said, "Senior ghost doctor, I have a request from this junior, do you know if I should say it or not?"

"What do you want?" The ghost doctor jumped back, covering his chest with his hands, "I'm warning you, I'm not for sale... Ah bah! Don't come here, I have a lot of poisonous insects on me, come and bite me!" kill you."

Zhou Ming: "...Senior, have you read too many romance novels?"

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm warning you, even Qiu Shuang, stay away from her!"

"This junior just wants the recipe for this soothing soup."

"Don't be careless with me. I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice. You... ah? That's what you're asking?"

"Yes, that's it."

"No other ideas?"

"Absolutely no other ideas!"

"Oh, I'm scared to death." The ghost doctor patted his chest, looking as if he was still in shock, "Next time, tell me about this kind of thing earlier, come with me, I'll write you the prescription of Anshen Decoction."

Zhou Ming was confused: "Is it that simple?"

……

"Okay, here's the prescription." The ghost doctor picked up the prescription he had just written, blew the wet ink on it, and handed it to Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming took it and read it curiously, and asked in doubt, "This prescription doesn't look special, does it?"

"It's nothing special." The ghost doctor opened a drawer from the medicine cabinet against the wall, took out a transparent ball from it, and gave it to Zhou Ming.

"What is this?" Zhou Ming took the ball, put it in his hand and squeezed it gently. It felt soft like a peeled lotus seed.

"The fruit of the Bronze Dream Tree." The answer given by the ghost doctor surprised Zhou Ming.

Just then, the ghost doctor opened the drawer next to the drawer just now and took out a white ball from it.

"The Bronze Dream Tree blooms once every ten years, and then bears two kinds of fruits. One is white, which allows people to stay awake in their dreams after eating it; the other is transparent, which can soothe the mind."

Zhou Ming placed the two balls in the palm of his hand and secretly admired the uncanny craftsmanship of nature.

"The flower..."

"Flowers can stabilize dreams and preserve them for a long time."

"You rely on it to stabilize Shangguan Wuji's dream world?"

"That's right. Alas, I didn't expect at the time that he would become what he is now. I prescribed the wrong medicine at the beginning. I prescribed medicine without fully understanding its properties. How can I be called a ghost doctor?"

Zhou Ming said a few words of comfort, which made the ghost doctor's face less guilty, and asked, "Can you give me some of these flowers and fruits?"

"As long as you can revive Wuji, I'll give it all to you, no problem." The ghost doctor waved his hand and said proudly.

"Then I won't be polite." Zhou Ming laughed...

Only half an hour later, Zhou Ming decided to enter the dream again.

Qin Wumeng was very worried about his health and advised him to take a good rest, but he flatly refused.

Everyone except him had already rested for several hours, and Zhou Ming himself, after recuperating with the Anshen Decoction, his spirit was even better than others.

So, under Zhou Ming's repeated insistence, everyone who couldn't hold back him entered Shangguan Wuji's dream again.

This time, however, they exited faster than yesterday.

In less than 10 minutes, everyone was kicked out!

"What! A quarter of an hour, 30 days?"

"Why is the flow of time so much faster this time than last time?"

Everyone stared blankly at Zhou Ming who was the only one who hadn't woken up, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

How long will Zhou Ming spend in the dream this time?
Will time flow faster next time?

The future direction of this task is slipping in a direction that no one can foresee.

(End of this chapter)