Qingyuan country, in a certain county and town, in a blacksmith shop, the young man who was sleeping on the stove was suddenly woken up by a gust of cold wind, and looked at the sky that had obviously dimmed.

Sure enough, when the father came back from outside, he looked at the young man's hard work, and his face showed a little satisfaction.

The young man secretly said that he was lucky, but he kept thinking about his dream in his heart. In the dream, he is an omnipotent monk who calls for wind and rain, his name is Xiao Chen, and he has experienced a scene that seems to be a real existence, in the dream he is alchemy on the Dandao Square of the Moro Realm Alchemy Association, but suddenly there was a thunderclap, and he woke up.

"If there are really immortals in this world, it will be great. ”

The boy underestimated a few words and threw the dream behind him.

No matter how real it is, it's just a dream.

The boy's name was Luffy, the son of a blacksmith, who did not study, but inherited the craft passed down from his ancestors, determined to become a skilled blacksmith. It's just that teenagers used to be playful and extremely difficult to discipline.

However, looking at his father, whose face was red from the fire, Luffy felt a little guilty for no reason, and said: "Father, in the future, I will come to help you pull the bellows every day and learn the blacksmith's craft from you." ”

The blacksmith father was slightly stunned, feeling the sincerity in his son's mouth, he couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, and nodded with a smile.

Luffy laughed too.

When it was dark, my father and Luffy finished the last iron tool in their hands, packed everything, and then left for the house. Although the father did not speak on the way, Yu Guang looked at his son, who was half a step behind and had a respectful face, and he was extremely relieved in his heart.

When I got home, my mother had already prepared a meal, which was simple and delicious.

Luffy sat at the dinner table, eating quietly with his parents, and although he didn't talk much, he felt extremely warm.

In the middle of the night, Luffy lay in bed, thinking about his dream, and muttered to himself, "Is this really just a dream?"

From this day on, everyone in the town knew that the blacksmith's son, Luffy, began to be obedient and sensible, helping his father with his work every day, and looking at the smile on the old blacksmith's face, many people cast envious glances.

Seven years later, at the age of 20, Luffy took over the hammer from his father and became the new owner of the blacksmith shop. His craftsmanship was very good, even better than his father's, and the business of the blacksmith shop did not decrease, but became more and more prosperous.

The parents were happy in their hearts and enjoyed their old age in peace, and all they wanted was to find a house for Luffy. Three months later, Lu Fu got married, and his wife was not too beautiful, but she was gentle and virtuous, and she waited for her in-laws to do her best.

In the next 20 years, his parents passed away, and Lu Fu knelt in the mourning hall for three days and three nights, and finally kowtowed nine times to send his parents to the ground.

For another 18 years, in the depths of winter, heavy snow fell. Luffy was lying on the bed, when he was dying, his wife had already gone first, and he had a son, a daughter-in-law, and a grandson waiting in front of the bed, he tried to widen his eyes, looked at the blue-robed figure that had appeared in the dream in front of him, and muttered: "Really, is it just a dream?"

Again, this question is not explained.

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There is a storyteller in Wangcheng, although he is poor, his family is harmonious, his father is kind and filial to his son, his mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are harmonious, and his children and grandchildren are full. It's just that this storyteller has told a story all his life, but he can't figure out whether the story he tells is true or false?

On this day, he was 73 years old, had been ill for a long time, and had long since stopped talking, but today he suddenly asked his son to prepare everything and take the stage again.

There are countless guests in the audience, just because the storyteller's story is too good, too real, as if it really exists. The legendary monk went to the immortal, a scene of calculation and fighting, and scenes of love and hatred.

"Today is the last time Lao Yu will take the stage, and I will tell all the stories I can tell. The storyteller's face was unusually ruddy, his eyes were shining, and he began to speak in a deep voice, expounding the grandeur of the scenes.

"Let's say that Xiao Chen, came to Ji's house to look for his senior sister, entered the Xuansha realm, and after fighting, he finally saw the person he liked, although his appearance changed, but the aura could not be faked. ”

"Senior sister, still as she did at the beginning, smiling at him, that smile, he will never forget. ”

At this point, the storyteller paused slightly, and said no more.

"And what, old man, the story shouldn't be over here. ”

"That's it, hurry up, we're still waiting for you to speak. ”

"What happened to Xiao Chen? What about his senior sister, there are still a lot of fog and clouds in the story, so the old man should explain it clearly. ”

The audience listened to the book and opened their mouths slightly, and the scene was a little noisy for a while.

The storyteller frowned, his face suddenly turned pale, his eyes looked at the sky unfocused, and muttered, "Yes, the story should continue, but that's all I remember, because I've only dreamed about it." ”

"There should be a lot of great stories ahead, right?"

"I don't know, you must know, you are that Xiao Chen, right?"

Whispering, no one could hear him, and the last of the storyteller's strength vanished, and he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

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At different times and in different spaces, there are many people who have a dream at the same time, as if they are constantly reincarnating.

In this reincarnation, he is a scholar, gaining fame and honoring his ancestors. He asked himself, was the dream real?

Another reincarnation, he is a blacksmith, working hard and honoring his parents. He asked himself, was the dream real?

Another reincarnation, he is a storyteller, talking about cultivating the true realm, and talking about monks. He asked himself, was the dream real?

Another reincarnation, he is a big soldier, killing the enemy and defending the country, and he is a general. He asked himself, was the dream real?

Another reincarnation, he is a carpenter, with very little craftsmanship, and his family is well-off. He asked himself, was the dream real?

Another reincarnation, he is a rich man, respectful of his duty, and a good family. He asked himself, was the dream real?

Another reincarnation, he is a singer, his singing voice is desolate, and he is famous far and wide. He asked himself, was the dream real?

In another reincarnation, he is a peasant in the field, a kind person, and a stable life. He asked himself, was the dream real?

In this life's inquiry, he had doubts, and in his dream he was in Xiaocheng, the Mu family's army was pressing, the family was humiliated, and his parents were suffering. The dream came to an abrupt end, leaving him idle in his farm work, looking up at the sky for a long time, slightly sluggish. He always felt that there were many, many stories after this, but he couldn't remember anything, as if there was a hidden force that cut off most of his dreams.

Although there are some regrets, he is still extremely satisfied in this life. Serving his parents, having a good wife at home, having children and grandchildren under his knees, no disasters and no difficulties, calm and indifferent, so, what is not satisfied.

In another reincarnation, he is a minor friar, shrewd and cautious, and there are endless opportunities.

In the end, he cultivated to the realm of Yuanying, opened a sect in the cultivation realm, and became a patriarch, majestic in all directions. There are three disciples sitting down, one is named Gan Er, one is named Lin Yuan, and the third is named Tong Sheng.

This life ended in 1200, and when he sat down, he waved his hand to disperse the people who were kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly, raising his head and thinking, and his face was full of calm.

"I am a native of Qingyun Dao, I started a sect, I have been proud all my life, and now I will finally sit down. ”

"Or maybe I'm Xiao Chen, the cultivator of the Falling Cloud Valley. ”

"Whether this dream exists or not, or is it my past and present life? But I have searched for hundreds of years, walking in the cultivation realm, there is no Zhao State, no North Huazhou, and no Luoyun Valley sect in this world. ”

"Could it really be just a dream, but if it's a dream, then how can "Mixed Element Nerve" be explained, could it be that I created it in my dream?"

"This matter, the old man has been cultivating all his life, and he has been troubled all his life, and I hope that in the next reincarnation, he can be answered. ”

The voice gradually lowered, and Qingyun Dao sat down humanely.

In another reincarnation, he is the son of the Xiao family, with a thin body and a weak child.

In the early morning, Xiao Chen suddenly woke up, and after a short period of confusion, his face showed a clear and calm meaning. After getting up in a hurry and washing up for a while, Xiao Chen hurriedly walked out. Today is the day to go to the city in early spring to collect the seeds needed for the year, but he needs to hurry up and bring some dry food and set off early, so as not to be unable to return home in the evening. However, while walking, he couldn't help frowning slightly, always feeling that his mind was empty, as if he had forgotten many things. If you think about it seriously, you will feel a pain in your head, which makes him pale and his body shakes.

At this moment, when the parents went out, they immediately looked concerned when they saw this scene, "Chen'er, what's wrong with you, are you not feeling well?"

The mother spoke anxiously, and the father Xiao Wenshan frowned slightly, although he did not speak, the worry in his eyes could be detected.

Xiao Chen smiled reluctantly when he heard this, and said, "It's okay, maybe I didn't sleep last night." Why did my father and mother get up so early today? Don't worry, I remember that today is the date for the seed collection, and there will be no delay. ”

Father Xiao's face was a little complicated, and when he heard this, he waved his hand and said, "Change your clothes, and I will go into the city with you today." ”

Xiao Chen was stunned when he heard this, and then he realized that his father had changed into the most solemn clan dress today, and on weekdays, he would only wear such a solemn dress on the day of the clan sacrifice. Although he didn't understand what was going on, he nodded slightly, and after returning to the room, he took out a brocade embroidered blue-faced robe from the bottom of the only dilapidated box and replaced it.

Breakfast passed in silence, and there was a hint of worry in Xiao's mother's eyes, and she opened her mouth several times, but was stopped by Xiao's father's stern eyes.

Coming to Xiao Cheng by carriage, Xiao Chen listened to his father and waited in the inn, and half a day later, Xiao's father returned, although his face was gray and tired,

On the second day, in Xiao Chen's incomprehension and awe, Xiao's father took him to Xiaocheng's Xiao family, and it was not until today that Xiao Chen knew that his father was actually a member of the Xiao family, as for how he ended up today, from the cynicism around him, he could barely guess a few points.

When the Immortal Master of Luoyun Valley arrived, all the juniors of the Xiao family, including Xiao Chen, were taken away and went to the Immortal Gate to be tested to find out whether they had the qualifications to cultivate immortals.

In the valley, Xiao Chen saw Ji Yuewu, who had excellent wood attribute qualifications, and was happily called to the side by the old man in charge of testing in Luoyun Valley. Looking at the twenty-eight years of beauty, with skin like snow, Xiao Chen did not have the cramped and uneasy surroundings of the teenagers around him, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity came to his heart, making him feel that he seemed to have known this woman a long time ago, but when he thought about it, he had no impression.

Xu sensed Xiao Chen's annoying gaze, Ji Yuewu wrinkled the corners of her beautiful eyebrows, turned her head and glanced at him lightly.

It was this glance that made Xiao Chen's heart jump fiercely, his face turned red and he hurriedly turned his head.

The qualification detected the Xiao family, Xiao Lin did not have a spiritual root, but Xiao Chen felt that he should be able to enter the sect, and sure enough, Xiao Lin took out a piece of iron essence, and relying on this thing, he successfully joined Luoyun Valley and became a registered disciple.

Finally, there is Xiao Chen, although he has not yet started, he has a hunch that he has no spiritual root. But at the same time, there was another feeling that he would enter the Falling Cloud Valley in the future, although it was strange, but he was extremely convinced.

In fact, as Xiao Chen guessed, he did not have a spiritual root, because he had a premonition in his heart, he was not as depressed as the teenagers around him, but waited quietly, waiting for the turn of his premonition to come.

But things went wrong, and until the disciples of Luoyun Valley arrived and sent them home, Xiao Chen didn't wait for the turn he expected.

"How can this be? Things shouldn't be like this?" Xiao Chen tried to think about it, but he felt that he suddenly had a great headache and passed out.