In Qingyuan Country, in a county and town, a sleepy boy lying on the stove in a blacksmith shop was suddenly woken up by a cold wind. Looking at the sky that had already dimmed, the boy was so scared that he stuck out his tongue and hurriedly started working hard, pulling the bellows whirring.

Sure enough, my father came back from outside and looked at the boy's hard work, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

The boy thought to himself that he was lucky, but he kept thinking about his dream. In the dream, he was a monk who could do anything to call the wind and rain. His name was Xiao Chen. He experienced scenes of real existence. In the dream, he was refining alchemy on the alchemy square of the Moro Realm Alchemy Association, but suddenly there was a thunder and he woke up.

"If there were really immortals in this world, that would be great."

The boy underestimated a few words and threw this dream behind his head.

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

The young man's name was Rufu. He was the son of a blacksmith. He did not study, but inherited the skills passed down from his ancestors and determined to become a clever blacksmith. However, the young man used to be playful and difficult to discipline him.

However, today, looking at his father who was burned by the fire, Lufu felt no guilt in his heart and said, "Father, I will help you pull the bellows every day in the future and learn the skills of the blacksmith from you."

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

Ruf laughed, too.

It was dark, and my father and Rufu completed the last iron tool in their hands, packed everything, and then walked to the house. Although my father did not speak on the way, Yu Guang was extremely relieved when he looked at his son who was half a step behind.

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

Ruf sat at the dining table and had a quiet meal with his parents. Although he didn't talk much, he felt extremely warm.

At night, Ruf lay on the bed, thinking about his dream, muttered to himself, "Is this really just a dream?" This question was without explanation.

From this day on, everyone in the town knew that the blacksmith's son Rufu became obedient and sensible. He helped his father work every day. Looking at the smile on the old blacksmith's face, many people cast envious eyes.

Seven years later, when Ruf was 20 years old, he took the hammer from his father and became the new owner of the blacksmith shop. His craftsmanship was very good, even better than his father. The business of the blacksmith shop did not decrease, but became more and more prosperous.

The parents were happy and enjoyed their old age. All they wanted was to find a marriage for Rufu. Three months later, Rufu got married. His wife was not very beautiful, but she was gentle and virtuous, and she worked hard to serve her parents-in-law.

In the next 20 years, when his parents passed away, Rufu knelt in the mourning hall for three days and three nights, and finally kowtowed nine times, sending his parents to peace.

Another 18 years, in the deep winter, heavy snow was flying. Rufu was lying on the bed. When he was dying, his wife had already gone first, with a son, a daughter-in-law, and a grandson waiting in front of the bed. He tried hard to widen his eyes, looked at the blue-robed figure in the dream in front of him, and murmured: "Is it really just a dream?"

This question is also unexplained.

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There is a storyteller in Wangcheng. Although he is poor, his family is harmonious, his father is kind and his son is filial, his mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are harmonious, and his children and grandchildren are full of children. However, this storyteller told a story for a lifetime, but he can't figure out whether the story he told is true or false?

On this day, he was 73 years old and had been ill for a long time. He had never spoken, 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 story of the storyteller is too good and too real, it seems to be real. The legendary monks are fighting each other, and love, hate, and love.

"Today is the last time I will be on stage, and I will tell you all the stories I can tell." The storyteller's face turned red with a rare look, and his eyes were radiant. He began to speak in a low voice, explaining the magnificent scenes.

"Let me tell you that Xiao Chen came to the Ji family to look for his senior sister, entered the Xuansha Realm, and after fighting, he finally saw the person he liked. Although his appearance changed, his breath could not be faked."

"Senior sister, she still smiled at him as she did before, and he will never forget that smile."

When the storyteller said this, he paused a little and stopped talking.

"What else? Old man, the story probably hasn't ended here."

"That's right, please speak quickly, we're still waiting for you to speak."

"What happened to Xiao Chen later? So what about him with his senior sister? There are still many mists and clouds in the story. The old man quickly explains it clearly."

Everyone listened to the book in the audience and spoke slightly, and the scene was a little noisy for a moment.

The storyteller frowned, his face suddenly turned pale, his eyes were unfocused, and he murmured: "Yes, the story should continue, but I only remember these, because I only dreamed of this."

"There should be many wonderful stories later, right?"

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

He spoke in a low voice, no one could hear it, the last trace of strength in the storyteller's body disappeared, he leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes.

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

In this cycle of reincarnation, he was a scholar, who passed the exam and glorified his ancestors. He asked himself, is that dream real?

In another cycle, he is a blacksmith, working hard and respecting his parents. He asked himself, is that dream real?

In another cycle, he is a storyteller, talking about the world of cultivation, and talking about monks. He asked himself, is that dream real?

In another cycle, he was a big soldier, killing the enemy and defending the country, and being the most powerful general. He asked himself, is that dream real?

In another cycle, he is a carpenter, with very few craftsmanship and a wealthy family. He asked himself, is that dream real?

In another cycle, he is a rich child, respectful and responsible, and has a good family management attitude. He asked himself, is that dream real?

Another cycle of reincarnation, he is a singer, his singing is desolate and famous far and wide. He asked himself, is that dream real?

In another cycle, he is a middle-aged farmer, kind and stable for a lifetime. He asked himself, is that dream real?

In this life, he had doubts. In his dream, he was in Xiaocheng, the Mu family army was invaded, the family was humiliated, and his parents suffered. The dream came to an abrupt end, leaving him free farm work, looking at the sky for a long time, and he looked slightly dull. He always felt that there were many stories after this, but he couldn't remember it, as if there was a dark force that cut off most of his dreams.

Although he was a little regretful, he still lived very satisfied in this life. He served his parents, had a virtuous wife, children and grandchildren, and was calm and indifferent. What's so satisfying?

In another cycle, he is a young monk, quick and cautious, and has endless opportunities.

Finally, he reached the state of Nascent Soul, and established a sect in the world of cultivation, becoming a master and a master with great power. There were three disciples sitting down, one was named Gan and the other was named Lin Yuan, and the third was named Tong Sheng.

This person's life expectancy ended in 1200. When he was sitting in a state of transformation, he waved his hand to disperse and knelt on the ground, cried and burst into tears, raised his head and thought, and his face was full of calmness.

"I am the Taoist Qingyun. I started a sect and was proud all my life. Now I will eventually become a person."

"Or maybe I am Xiao Chen, the cultivator of Luoyun Valley."

"Does this dream exist, or is it my past and present life? But I have searched for the world of cultivation for hundreds of years, there is no Zhao State or Beihua State in this world, and there is no Luoyungu this sect."

"Is it really just a dream, but if it is a dream, then how can "Huanyuan Nervous" explain it? Could it be that it was created in my dream?"

"This matter has been my life and troubled all my life. I hope that in the next cycle of reincarnation, I can get an answer."

The voice gradually faded, and Qingyun Taoist people disappeared.

In another cycle, he is the Xiao family, with a thin body and weak since childhood.

In the early morning, Xiao Chen suddenly woke up. After a brief confusion, his face showed a clear and calm feeling. He got up quickly and washed up for a while, and Xiao Chen hurriedly walked out. Today is the day to enter the city to collect the seeds for a year in early spring, but he needs to hurry up and take some dry food to set off early so as not to be unable to return home at night. However, while walking, he couldn't help but frown slightly, always feeling his mind was empty, as if he had forgotten many things. If he thought about it seriously, he felt a pain in his mind, which made his face pale and his body shaking.

At this moment, when my parents went out, they immediately looked worried when they saw this scene, "Chen'er, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

The mother spoke anxiously, and her father Xiao Wenshan frowned slightly. Although she didn't say anything, the worry in her eyes could be noticed.

Xiao Chen forced a smile when he heard this and said, "It's okay, maybe I didn't sleep well last night. Today, Father, why did my mother get up so early? Don't worry, I remember that today is the date of taking seeds, and it will not be delayed."

Xiao’s father looked a little complicated. He waved his hand when he heard this and said, “Change your clothes, and I will go to the city with you today.”

Xiao Chen was stunned when he heard this, and then he realized that his father had put on the most solemn tribal outfit today. On weekdays, he only wore solemnly on the day of clan sacrifice. Although he didn't understand what was going on, he nodded slightly, and after returning to the room, he took out a long brocade embroidered blue-faced gown from the bottom of the only worn box.

Breakfast passed by in silence, Xiao’s mother’s eyes were filled with a hint of worry. She opened her mouth several times, but was stopped by Xiao’s father’s stern eyes.

He came to Xiaocheng by carriage. Xiao Chen followed his father's words and waited in the inn. Half a day later, Xiao's father returned, although his face was gray and exhausted,

The next day, Xiao Chen was in a state of confusion and awe, Xiao’s father took him to Xiaocheng Xiao’s family. Until today, Xiao Chen realized that his father was actually a member of the Xiao family. As for how he ended up today, he could barely guess what was around the surrounding sarcasm.

When Master Luoyungu arrived, the Xiao family juniors, including Xiao Chen, were taken away and went to the Immortal Gate for testing to find out whether they were qualified to cultivate immortals.

In the valley, Xiao Chen saw Ji Yuewu, with excellent wood attribute qualifications, and was called to the side by the old man in charge of Luoyun Valley. Looking at the beautiful embryo with snow-like skin in the past 28 years, Xiao Chen was not as restless as the boys around him. An inexplicable sense of familiarity emerged in his heart, making him feel that he seemed to have known this woman a long time ago, but if he thought about it carefully, he had no impression.

Perhaps sensing Xiao Chen's annoying gaze, Ji Yuewu frowned her beautiful eyebrows and turned her head to look at him indifferently.

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

The qualification was detected by the Xiao family, and Xiao Lin had no spiritual roots, but Xiao Chen felt that he should be able to enter the sect. Sure enough, Xiao Lin took out a piece of iron spirit, relied on this thing, and successfully joined Luoyun Valley, becoming a registered disciple.

Finally, it was Xiao Chen. Although it had not started yet, he had a premonition that he had no spiritual roots. But at the same time he had another feeling that he would enter Luoyun Valley in the future. Although it was strange, he believed it very much.

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 boys around him, but was waiting quietly, waiting for the turn of his premonition to come.

But things were deviated. Until the Luoyun Valley disciples arrived and sent them home, Xiao Chen did not wait for the turnaround he had expected.
Chapter completed!