The story of immortality with female support

Chapter 1000 Fang Juexiao's Four Great Dreams

Mingding City.

The sun is rising, and from time to time there are monks who walk through the city with strange beasts. The monks are dressed in simple and elegant clothes, and the aura in the air is so rich that it has not been seen for hundreds of thousands of years. A monk is standing on Zhuque Street, a little lost, and looks down. With my own hand, I felt the spiritual power in my body: Jindan!He is still at the golden core stage!Looking around in disbelief, the row upon row of mansions on the south side of Suzaku Street could be seen faintly.The whole city has a feeling of freshness and vitality, which is completely different from the oldest city on the land of China 10 years later. At that time, Mingding City was simple and desolate, full of traces of time.

Seeing that he was still in a daze, the monk in front finally stopped, turned his head, and glared at him angrily: "Zuo Shaoxin! What are you doing in a daze?"

He raised his head, looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face, and moved his lips: "Brother!"

The monk he called the elder brother looked very impatient: "Hurry up! What are you dawdling about? Father just came back from Guiyuanzong, and he wants to see you by name!"

Father, his memory is already very vague, but he still vaguely remembers that, like himself, he is not a good thing!He secretly slandered, but when he glanced at the two people standing on the side of the street, he stopped involuntarily.

An extremely rare Buddhist cultivator, whose radiant head stood out in the crowd, and a bastard-looking monk next to him stood shoulder to shoulder with that Buddhist cultivator.

Urging his elder brother to turn around, following his gaze, he couldn't help curling his lips and sneering: "What are you looking at, these two bastards are not afraid of looking dirty!"

"Chop Suey?" Zuo Shaoxin chewed these two words, evoking a cold smile, are the Kunlun Patriarch and Kunlun Qixiu, who have stood on the land of China for hundreds of thousands of years, are chop suey?Big brother, after 10, it was the miscellaneous things in your mouth that with drastic efforts, established the largest sect in this piece of China.He turned his eyes to the chaotic void outside Mingding City, where a sect with no precedent or successor will be opened up here, completely ending the splendor of numerous sects of all sizes in Shenzhou.

"Xiaoyuanzi's girl is coming today. She came from a mountain of [-] miles. No matter what, I have to treat her to a good meal. The previous breakthrough, I used up all the spirit stones on my body, little fan, go and melt away some fate." Can I exchange a few spirit stones, please?" The Kunlun patriarch, who was worshiped by countless monks in later generations, was hanging on Shan Wuwei in an extremely rascal posture.

The most famous Buddhist cultivator in the impression of later generations of monks did not look like an eminent monk at the moment, and he stared at the monks passing by in a daze, holding a broken bowl in his hand.

No one paid him any attention.

Zuo Shaoxin watched in silence for a moment, then stepped forward and dropped a few spirit stones.

"Hey, thank you, good people have good luck!" The Kunlun Patriarch smiled and nodded at him.

Zuo Shaoxin didn't speak, and a familiar female voice sounded from behind: "No way! Song Yuanshan, Shan Wuwei, you two are so poor, and you said that I will protect me when I come to Mingding City?"

"Oh, Xiao Yuanzi!" The two people in front of him rushed over, Zuo Shaoxin turned around, and looked over, this only friend of his for 10,000+ years unexpectedly appeared in front of his eyes so unexpectedly, more beautiful than he remembered Smaller, with a bit more vivacity between his brows and eyes.

Looking at the three people fighting in front of him, he was suddenly reluctant to leave. Is this an ordinary monk?He has not known the feeling of an ordinary monk for a long time.He who is above all is alone.

"Pa——" After being hit hard on the head, Zuo Shaoxin's face suddenly changed, and he raised his head to look at the monk who hit him, narrowing his eyes slightly, looking dangerously over.

The cultivator in front of him didn't realize it, and stretched out his hand to slap him again: "What is that brat staring at me? Elder brother can't beat you? Go, go, if you don't leave, don't blame elder brother for being cruel!"

Zuo Shaoxin was silent for a while: "Okay."

The situation is better than people.

The man who rarely came back once looked over and waved: "Shaoxin, come!"

Zuo Shaoxin raised his eyes and looked at the man with a gloomy temperament in front of him, somewhat lacking in interest.

He was chattering about his recent actions: "The secret agent I sent to the Ruan family said that a junior with good talent was secretly born in the Ruan family, and he was hiding it, just in case I was caught by evil hands. Hmph, my People dormant in secret, they don’t believe that the Ruan family’s iron bucket is a piece, and they can’t find a weakness; the Qin family’s group of sword cultivators don’t like soft and hard things, they have really big tempers, and that Lu family, they really don’t want to give me face..."

This is a man whose cultivation path is not going well, he is using his brains, and wants to investigate the group of aristocratic families in Mingding City one by one, his heart is higher than the sky, but his strength is not enough.

Xu Shi saw his carelessness, and the man slapped him and called out: "Why are you stunned, you rebellious son, don't you think about your father?"

"Cultivate hard until you become a dust, and naturally no one will discredit you." Zuo Shaoxin said lazily.

The man's complexion changed drastically, he flew into a rage, and slapped him heavily.

Woke up so suddenly.Zuo Shaoxin looked at the surrounding clouds and mists, and was taken aback: I'm dreaming again!
This is a world similar to the Three Thousand Realms but not the Three Thousand Realms. The monks here call this world the Small Thousand Realms.

Without friends, even Nianhua, who often accompanied me to the left and right, disappeared. For some reason, some strange sense of loneliness surrounded me.Do you start a sect?Whatever is rare, I will too.So he founded a sect and established a sect with countless disciples.

Zuo Shaoxin walked out of the hall, and the surrounding monks looked at him respectfully, trembling, not daring to say a word in front of him.

After tens of thousands of years of strategizing, Xiaoqianjie followed his lead, but this feeling of loneliness became more and more intense.Isn't this exactly what I want?Why is my heart unhappy?

No one dares to offend his authority, no one dares to advise his decision, he is the master of this small thousand world, a world completely belongs to him, which cannot be done in the three thousand worlds, but by accident in the small thousand worlds. The world did it.

But he is so lonely. In recent years, he has become more and more fond of dreaming. He often dreamed of himself back then, the rise of heroes, the recovery of Kunlun, and the only confidant in this endless time. Compared with the obedient Xiaoqianjie As a monk, he began to miss the struggle of the three thousand monks.

It's boring, it's really boring!After tens of thousands of years, You Nianhua probably either ascended or fell. He was obsessed, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to ascend. For some reason, a feeling called guilt flooded his body.

A wall across the two worlds prevents him from returning, and the endless lifespan is more like an exquisite cage. He will be imprisoned here forever and cannot break free.

(End of this chapter)