In this world, there is no weird thing to kill. Yang Xiuming wandered around for half the night, and finally had no choice but to go home and sleep.
The entire world is almost full of mortals, and there is no extraordinary power. It is an ordinary world.
The maze of mortal world covers all directions.
Yang Xiuming even suspected that this place was similar to the world in the mind, a virtual space...
Because every three months, the world changes.
I have experienced the age of mythology, the age of magic, and the age of ancient martial arts. Each era is particularly real.
But how is this done?
It's like the legendary immortal's method of moving mountains and filling seas, changing the world.
Yang Xiuming didn't understand. With his level of foundation building, he really couldn't understand.
Back home, Yang Xiuming lay on the bed. His own private room was very clean.
The room is not big, but very comfortable.
Lying here, no longer afraid of any strange attacks, I can light a lamp, open the window, and look at the outside world.
Yang Xiuming couldn't help laughing.
Your efforts are not in vain!
His soul stirred, and he soared into the sky, heading for his base camp, Shitai World.
When he got there, Yang Xiuming was stunned. The world of Shitai had changed.
Now there is a full area of twenty feet, and the original metal fence has turned into a metal fence to protect Shitai World.
The bonfire is burning like a furnace, bringing endless flames.
The water spring turned into a small river, flowing out beside the campfire, moving forward, and disappearing beside the metal fence.
The wooden house has also become larger. It used to be a single-room thatched house, but now it is a three-room wooden house.
On top of the stone platform, a spiritual land appeared, which was filled with spiritual plants.
When Yang Xiuming arrived, so did Zhang Yue and Fu Xialiang.
"Brother, how are you?"
"Our base camp is pretty good now, right?"
Yang Xiuming nodded and said: "Brothers, thank you for your hard work!"
Every change is the result of Zhang Yue and Fu Xia Liang's great efforts and hard work.
Zhang Yue replied: "It's not hard, it's just a coincidence.
Xia Liang and I did some tasks and earned some family business."
Yang Xiuming came to the spiritual place and asked, "What kind of spiritual plant is this?"
There was a voice that slowly answered:
"Sir, on the left side of the spiritual land is the void vine. After cultivating it, you can plant it on the edge of the world, thereby absorbing dimensional power outwards, injecting it into the origin of our world, and expanding our world.
The ones on the right are nine grasses and trees, which can produce various spiritual energy out of thin air and enhance the spiritual energy content of our world.
The last one is trefoil, this kind of spiritual flower can bring luck to our world."
Yang Xiuming asked belatedly: "Lao Wu?"
"Sir, I have become the Immortal Qin Dharma Spirit of the Buddha World, taking charge of all matters in the world."
Yang Xiuming nodded, that's fine.
"Buddha World?"
Yang Xiuming asked.
Fu Xialiang said: "Lao Wu brought the core of the Blood Pagoda and merged it with our Shitai.
So our Shitai continues to use the name of Pagoda, but the word "blood" has been removed.
From now on, our place can be called Jade Buddha, Golden Buddha, Stone Buddha...
In this way, we can better utilize the resources of the Pagoda."
Zhang Yue said: "You are famous for being a disciple!"
Yang Xiuming said: "It makes sense!"
There are three wooden houses, one storage room and one tea room.
The three of them came to the tea room, and Zhang Yue made tea.
This tea is Qingxin tea from Baiqi City, and the harvest has begun.
He took out a tea set, including a pot with six cups, a pot, a bowl, a cup, a tea can, and a spoon.
Introduce the world's stream water into the pot, boil it with a bonfire fire, put in the tea leaves, and when the Qi is activated, the roses on the teapot will bloom, forcing out all the spiritual energy of the spiritual tea.
Zhang Yue poured a glass for Yang Xiuming.
This tea cup has a white porcelain base and a snow-like surface, almost transparent. There is a blooming rose pattern on the outside, which is in bud and looks beautiful.
Yang Xiuming took a sip and said:
"The tea color is green, the smell is fragrant, and it contains the brilliance of the pure heart. Good tea!"
The three of them looked at each other and smiled, all very happy and extremely happy!
Fu Xialiang said: "This tea set was sent by Magnus the Eagle, a friend I made during the last Five Elements Tengu trial.
Tell me, how could she, a big eagle, have such an exquisite tea set?"
Yang Xiuming thought for a moment and said, "Why do I feel like Magnus is interested in you?"
"Bah, bah, she's an eagle, I'm a human, what's the point!
Besides, I'm scared of her father."
Yang Xiuming laughed.
Zhang Yue said: "You still remember the Five Elements Heavenly Dog Trial, there was a dog, Wang Fengkuang.
He received the benefit from us without even a word of thanks."
Yang Xiuming nodded and said, "I remember this guy!"
"In the last sect trial, he was taught a bad lesson by the two of us, and he fully understands this grudge."
"good!"
"That time, there was an old man named Huang Mengbi. Unexpectedly, he actually gained Yangshou and was promoted to the foundation building stage due to the last trial.
He is very good to us and has become very close recently."
Yang Xiuming thought for a while and asked, "Where is Chaotianjiao?"
"This guy transformed into the Five Elements Tengu and disappeared. It is said that the sect is focusing on training."
They chatted about their many friends...
After drinking for a while, Fu Xialiang said:
"In the past year or so, I have investigated many secrets of the Hidden God Sect, and there is still something in this sect!
Brother, see for yourself!"
After saying that, he passed on a lot of spiritual consciousness to Yang Xiuming.
Yang Xiuming looked at it silently and said:
"Zangshen Sect? It turned out to be a branch of Taiyuan Sect?
The Taiyuan Sect was divided due to internal fighting, and one of them broke away and later defected to the Shenwei Sect, so that’s why it was named the Zangshen Sect?”
Fu Xialiang nodded and said: "Although the Hidden God Sect is just a rightist now, our ancestors were also wealthy in the past!
He is also a world-famous Supreme Being and one of the former Nine Tais."
"Is this their unique secret of cultivating immortals? They are named after Zang and Xin, which correspond to the nine realms of cultivating immortals?"
"The Tibetan God corresponds to the body-forging realm and can break through quickly.
The mind's aura corresponds to the realm of refining qi, which can speed up the refining process.
The Tibetan realm corresponds to the foundation-building realm, which can be rapidly improved...
It’s a secret tradition similar to the Nine Paths of Immortal Cultivation, and it has its own system, which is a bit interesting.”
Fu Xialiang said on the side:
"As expected of the sect that our ancestors were rich in, it's not simple.
Not only do they have the Qi refining system of the Immortal Cultivation Sect, they also have a secret system on top of the Qi refining system.
Other sect body training periods are all about cultivating one's own physical body. Through training, the physical body can be brought to the extreme, thereby attracting spiritual energy into the body and entering the Qi refining period.
On the basis of self-cultivation, they built the vast world of mortals, where hundreds of millions of mortals lived, and the era changed every three months.
Many living beings are in the midst of this change. If someone finds something is wrong, Zhuangzi dreams of a butterfly and wakes up from the world of mortals.
It will ignite the self, turn into the light of the heart, and illuminate the self.
At this point, we can clearly see the essence of the red dust formation, and the soul contains the soul. Taking this opportunity to impact, we can automatically obtain the core inheritance of the Tibetan God Sect, "Wanzang Yangshen Illumination Method", and complete the cultivation of the body-building realm in one step.
After completing the physical training, he was suddenly promoted to the realm of Qi refining.
During the Qi refining period, they were also different from other sects.
On the basis of self-refining Qi, the hidden inner light born in the realm of physical exercise can be strengthened and released to illuminate the surroundings around oneself, from the inside to the outside. This is called heart illumination.
Their mental understanding allows them to quickly complete the cultivation of Qi refining realm and directly advance to the foundation building stage.
There is no need for any auxiliary elixirs such as foundation-building pills. With a clear mind, you can directly build the foundation.
In the future practice, the bright mind will turn into a scenery, which is called the Tibetan Realm.
Throughout his life in Tibetan realm, he directly built the foundation and was promoted to the Golden Elixir.
If you continue to practice, the scenery in the Tibetan realm will turn into a real realm, through which you can easily advance to the Nascent Soul realm. This is called the realm of the mind.
Then, from the heart realm, a Dharma-Phase Nascent Soul is cultivated and directly breaks through the Nascent Soul realm. This is called the hidden phase.
I won’t be able to find out about the path of cultivation in the future.”
Yang Xiuming nodded and said: "I entered the country so quickly, and I climbed to the top step by step. It's quite interesting!"
Fu Xialiang said again: "I once asked Master.
Master said that the secret teachings of the Tibetan God Sect can enable the disciples of the Tibetan God Sect to reach the sky step by step, from physical training to spiritual transformation, without any problems.
However, this set of secrets, like a vine, needs to be attached to a big tree in order to play a better role.
Therefore, monks from the Tibetan God Sect like to lurk in other sects, practice other sects' methods, and build the backbone of their own, and then use this set of secrets to quickly advance to the next level.
Other sects need to practice hard, go through various trials, and cultivate to Nascent Soul step by step.
But the monks of the Tibetan God Sect can improve quickly, smoothly and without incident, and are very clever."
At this point, Fu Xialiang took a sip of spiritual tea and said again:
"But Master also said that because of this tricky secret, the Tibetan God Sect was harmed.
The monks of their sect advanced too quickly and their strength was too weak.
The higher the realm, the worse the combat ability.
If they can't defeat the enemy, they can only hide in the enemy's sect without fighting and plot against the opponent.
While lurking, they will gradually forget their true intentions.
Hiding for the sake of hiding, hiding the gods for the sake of hiding the gods.
As a result, after reaching the Nascent Soul realm, their secret teachings were of little significance. They were trying to make tricks in the first place but suffered hardships later.
Therefore, Tibetan God Sect, before Yuanying, was still worth mentioning, but it was just a heretical way of doing things.
After Nascent Soul, parallel imports become gods and cannot develop."
Yang Xiuming said: "That's it!"
Fu Xialiang continued: "Brother, I have arranged everything for you.
I have a spiritual method that you can use to pretend to be awakened, light up your heart, and obtain the "Wanzang Yangshen Illumination Method".
The pretense will continue later, and as long as the Zangshen Sect completes the mental communication, the disciples of the sect can come and go freely.
When the time comes, you go to the Shenwei Sect, and then use the flying boat to reach my Supreme Way, and we brothers will advance and retreat together."
Yang Xiuming remained silent for a long time.
Then he said: "Old Fu, I don't want to go too far.
There is actually a characteristic of your place, discrimination, and it was difficult for me to develop in the past."
Fu Xialiang said: "No, brother, you are wrong!"
Yang Xiuming said: "Da Luotian, a foreigner, and Bai Li, who was born in Taishangdao, were looked down upon by others because he was born in Linzhou.
If I go, what future will I have?"
Fu Xialiang wanted to argue, but after thinking about it, it was true.
"Then how will eldest brother plan his future life?"
Yang Xiuming laughed and said: "I thought about it, there is no need to pretend.
I feel that the secret traditions of the Tibetan God Sect are a bit interesting.
This real era will end in half a month.
Then I can awaken directly and become a true disciple of the Hidden God Sect!"
Fu Xialiang thought for a while and said, "It's feasible!"
Zhang Yue said: "Let's come too and wake up together."
The three of them looked at each other and laughed again.
At this point, the plan was decided, and Yang Xiuming's soul returned and returned home.
There is still half a month left, times are changing, Yang Xiuming can just wait.
But if you wait, no one will notice the problem and you have to go to work. Yang Xiuming sighed and began to practice the military killing fist.
Yang Xiuming's military killing fist has been practiced to the sixty-third level, which is simply unheard of for Fu Xialiang.
Yang Xiuming silently sensed it and found that in these past few eras, his memory was no longer there, but his instincts were still there.
He practiced this military killing fist like crazy, and he had a vague feeling that this fist was not simple.
Jumping up, Yang Xiuming came to an open space at home and started boxing.
He re-trained the military killing fist he had mastered.
This boxing technique consists of nine movements. After practicing to the extreme, the great clumsiness will return to the original, and the complex will be reduced to simplicity. The nine fists will turn into one punch. This is the first level.
Then it turns from one punch into nine punches, and then into one punch again. This is the second level.
With such repeated changes in Simplified and Traditional Chinese, and the improvement of each level, the power of the military killing fist increases a lot with each additional level.
Before Yang Xiuming's memory returned, he had completed sixty-three changes to Simplified and Traditional Chinese, and had reached the sixty-third level of cultivation.
He practiced here, one punch after another, and finally the nine punches were combined into one to complete the first level.
Then come again, one punch becomes nine punches, and the nine punches merge into one again to complete the second level.
Triple, quadruple, fifth...
In one breath, Yang Xiuming not only completed his sixty-third level, but also gained two more levels, reaching the sixty-fifth level.
However, this so-called military killing fist is similar to ordinary boxing techniques such as Taizu Changquan and Mantis Fist in previous lives.
Even at the sixty-fifth level, it is just ordinary, without the power to shatter mountains and rivers or change fate against the will of heaven.
When Yang Xiuming was practicing, his eldest brother Yang Xiuqing seemed to get up at night and pass by him.
Yang Xiuqing glanced at his third brother, nodded, and moved on.
Yang Xiuming suddenly withdrew his fist and looked at his elder brother, his eyes were cold.
At this moment, in Yang Xiuming's dark perception, he was not Yang Xiuqing at all.
In a flash, Yang Xiuming arrived in front of Yang Xiuqing and asked coldly:
"Who are you?"
Yang Xiuqing was stunned and said: "I am your eldest brother, third brother, what's wrong with you?"
"who are you!"
Yang Xiuming's words were endlessly cold.
Under his coercion, Yang Xiuqing suddenly became unsteady and looked at her with no popularity at all, just like a doll.
Said in the doll's mouth:
"Lao San, are you awake?
Very good!"
This is definitely the voice of the elder brother.
Yang Xiuming asked hesitantly: "Brother, what are you doing?"
"Lao San, after I awakened, I have entered the Tibetan Divine Sect.
I have succeeded in cultivation, accepted the mission, and gone out to lurk. This is my substitute, here to accompany my family instead.
Only when you are awakened can I talk to you."
Yang Xiuming asked slowly: "Brother, when you burned my corpse for me, what was not burned in the sinkhole?"
"An Xian Qin token was finally obtained by the Jiang family."
Yang Xiuming let out a sigh of relief, this is the real big brother.
"Brother, where are you now?"
"Lao San, I can't say yet. Anyway, just wake up."
After saying that, Yang Xiuqing returned to normal and left slowly.
Yang Xiuming was speechless and embarrassed for her sister-in-law...
Early the next morning, the whole family had breakfast.
The father shouted: "Fourth brother, go quickly and buy more."
Yang Xiuchun immediately agreed, took the money and ran out.
He ran to the bakery next door and bought a basket of bread.
Then everyone's breakfast is milk bread.
Yang Xiuming was speechless. The man who made his own steamed buns did not eat his own steamed buns, but ate the bread from next door...
But after eating a piece, let alone say, it is delicious, indescribably soft and tender, and so fragrant.
Eat one more piece.
While eating, Yang Xiuming observed silently and discovered something.
Not only is the eldest brother absent, but the fourth brother and fifth sister are also stand-ins.
No wonder after my memory came back, I felt that my four brothers and five sisters were no longer as close as before.
I thought they had grown up and become estranged from me.
It turned out to be all fake...
But, how old are they to join the Tibetan God Sect? Isn’t this sect too thirsty?
Only parents, second brother, his wife, and their children are real relatives.
Alas, Yang Xiuming sighed.
My parents and my second brother couldn't practice in Yinzhou City. I didn't expect that in the new world, they still wouldn't be able to practice.
Always an ordinary mortal...
The next day, Yang Xiuming got up, took a deep breath, and went to work.
Come to school, be a glorious physical education teacher, and teach military killing techniques...
Boring and uninteresting.
There are many teachers and students in the school, but they are not related to Yang Xiuming. Only two people have intersection with him.
One is my good friend Zhu Jian, and the other is the dean of the school, Lao Du.
This old guy, has he reached menopause? He likes to stare at Yang Xiuming and find faults.
Yang Xiuming wanted to slap her to death!
But, I endured it.
After returning home from get off work, Yang Xiuming shouted:
"Fourth brother, come here and press my feet.
Lao Wu, come and give me a shoulder massage!"
These are not real people, they are terrible slaves.
They all came over to give me a massage.
The puppets were obedient and came to serve Yang Xiuming one by one.
Very comfortable.
After pressing the button for a while, Yang Xiuming got up, looked at his father and asked casually:
"Where's my dad?"
In this world, his father Yang Xiuming is called Dad.
Mother replied: "Where else can I go? I'm studying at the bakery next door!"
"Go and ask the old man to come back. He doesn't do any work at home and goes to the bakery every day.
We run a steamed bun shop, if this continues, who will come to buy steamed buns from us?"
Yang Xiuming thought about it and went to his neighbor's store.
Next to Yang Xiuming's home, Yang Kee, there is a Julilai Cake Shop, which specializes in whole wheat sliced bread.
At first, the two families competed, but later his father, Yang Dejun, simply surrendered and sent his fourth son over every morning to buy bread for breakfast.
Yang Xiuming wandered to Julilai Cake Shop.
Julilai Cake Shop is not big, and the owner is an old man who calls himself Mr. Generous.
A bread seller is called Dafang, so he must be very stingy.
Sure enough, that is really the master who doesn't give up a penny.
Pushing open the store, Yang Xiuming walked in.
Sure enough, the old father is here, playing chess with Mr. Dafang.
His face was dripping with sweat and his face was red. It looked like he had lost, and he was so anxious that he wanted to hit someone.
"Dad, my mother called you home for dinner!"
"What's the meal for? It's only what time, I won't go back!"
When I saw that my old father had lost, he was so angry that he almost threw the chessboard.
"Dad, this is what you said. I told mom that you won't go back!"
Yang Xiuming's words had a vaguely threatening tone.
Thinking of his wife's furious appearance, Yang Dejun shuddered.
"Son, come and help me play the next set. I'll go back and take a look."
Yang Xiuming walked over and took a look, chess looked very simple.
"Okay, I'll help you with the next set. You should go back quickly, otherwise everyone will have a hard time tonight."
Yang Dejun bid farewell to Mr. Dafang.
Mr. Dafang is a fat old man. He is not tall and looks like a birthday boy. He just sneers.
"Go ahead and let me educate your son.
You and your family are all stinky chess bastards. If I don’t deal with you, I will really be sorry for my reputation as a generous chess master."
The old man is quite crazy!
Yang Xiuming sat down and started playing chess with the old man.
It rained heavily, and Yang Xiuming also began to sweat.
It looks very simple, why is this chess so difficult?
This is a loss!
Yang Xiuming couldn't help shouting in his heart: "Brothers, where are they?"
Suddenly Zhang Yue and Fu Xialiang arrived.
"Help, I'm going to lose!"
“Brother, you are such a waste, you can’t even do this?
You can't even win against an old country man, I'm really ashamed of you!"
"Stop talking nonsense, come and help!"
Then, lost!
"Old man, give it another try. I shouldn't lose. My car didn't go right in the end."
Mr. Dafang laughed loudly and said:
“You’re both good at cooking and fun-loving, so come again!”
Then, Yang Xiuming lost again!
"I don't believe it, try it again!"
This time, the three of them gathered their strength and fought against the old man.
"Brother, you are not making the right move, you are taking the wrong step!"
"Xia Liang, you are giving blind orders, how can you play chess like this!"
"Lao Zhang, just stay here for a while, you stinky chess basket."
There are three people in one. One of them can't do it, and the other two can't be any better. They are really not good at playing chess.
Yang Xiuming finally shouted speechlessly:
"Come, let's unite our minds!"
Suddenly the three of them joined together and played chess together. I couldn't believe it!
And then lost again!
Mr. Generous hummed a tune.
He looked down on Yang Xiuming.
"Continue, continue, I don't believe it anymore!"
Zhang Yue said: "Can I behead this old man?"
Keep going and lose again!
Yang Xiuming comes again...
Next time, my father is here.
"Lao San, it's already dark, and you still haven't come home for dinner!"
Yang Xiuming looked outside, his innocence darkened, he didn't know how many times he had lost.
Zhang Yue said: "I lost thirteen games!
Can I kill this old man?"
Mr. Dafang put away the chessboard with a smile and said:
"Come again.
You father and son are my latest source of happiness, let’s fight again tomorrow!”
Yang Xiuming and his son left.
Walking outside, Yang Xiuming couldn't help complaining:
"Dad, don't play chess with this old guy again. He's not a good person!"
Yang Dejun said: "Playing chess is secondary. He promised me to play chess with him and teach me the recipe for making croissants!"
"Do you think I can't beat him? I asked him to trick him back then, in order to learn his skills!"
Qiang explained that Yang Xiuming knew that his father couldn't do it, and he couldn't do it either!
Yang Xiuming said: "Dad, you are a steamed bun maker, are you learning to make bread from him? Don't you feel sorry for our steamed bun shop?"
Yang Dejun gently gave Yang Xiuming a hug and said:
"What do you know, I am a skilled chef, specializing in pastry baking.
The poor people in Yinzhou City couldn't afford the noodles I baked, so I had no choice but to start making steamed buns.
Uncle Fang is very capable and the bread is so delicious. I will learn some skills from him now so that I can live up to my status as a master chef!"
Yang Xiuming didn't know what to say.
Suddenly, Yang Dejun was stunned and said:
"What is Yinzhou? This is Zhanjiang. What is Yinzhou over there..."
After speaking, he remained motionless.
Yang Xiuming was stunned. What was going on?
Is this the sense of the Red Dust Array?
Is my father going to wake up?
But my father recovered quickly and said:
"Hurry up and go home. If you don't go home, your mother will be in trouble!"
It's a pity, one step away from happiness.
After returning home like this, my mother was furious.
In fact, when I was in Yinzhou City, my mother was not like this, she was very gentle and considerate.
But here, he likes to nag whenever he has nothing to do, but this nagging is not without reason. In Yang Xiuming's view, it is an expression of love.
Yang Xiuming quite likes her mother's nagging, and her father seems to be addicted to it too.
Life is always in danger in Yinzhou City, so the mother can only hide her fear and use deliberate gentleness to make her relatives feel comfortable.
Now here, there is no danger, and the true nature is relaxed.
The second breakfast was bread, and he continued to work. Yang Xiuming got off work early.
Feeling dissatisfied, he went to play chess with Dafang.
This is not just him, Zhang Yue and Fu Xialiang are also like this.
"Brother, don't be afraid. I went back last night and found three chess books and studied them all night. I will definitely beat him."
"Me too, but I found five people who knew how to play chess and studied them all night!"
"You guys, if you don't practice hard, you will lose your ambition by playing with things!"
Entering the bakery, the old father was working there wearing pastry clothes.
Looks like you really learned the craft!
When Mr. Dafang saw Yang Xiuming coming, he laughed and said:
"Come for revenge?"
"It's necessary. I studied three chess books last night. I will definitely win this battle!"
Then, Yang Xiuming was tortured in various ways.
After losing the next set, Yang Xiuming was sweating profusely and kept losing.
After losing and losing, the generous old man no longer likes to play.
"You are good at playing and love to play. You should study the chessboard carefully today and I will educate you tomorrow."
The generous old man not only educated Yang Xiuming on the chessboard, but also walked up to Yang Dejun, inspected his work, and even sneered at him!
"How did you make peace with me?"
"Have you not eaten? Have you no strength?"
"You can open a shop with this skill, but if it doesn't work, give me a try again!"
Yang Dejun kept nodding his head, being honest and obedient.
As Yang Xiuming watched, he felt that his father was working for nothing and was being exploited.
"What? I feel sorry for your father?
Then come here and help your father!"
"That's it? You, Old Yang, are still competing with me? I think you will go bankrupt in a year!"
In this way, the father and son went home in the evening.
Yang Xiuming murmured: "Why is this bread so difficult to make? Isn't it so difficult for me to practice?"
Zhang Dejun smiled and replied: "If it wasn't difficult, how could it be so delicious?
Otherwise, how would I learn it?
Son, continue tomorrow, we will steal all this old man’s craftsmanship!”
The next day, the two went to work in vain again.
Yang Xiuming still has to be responsible for losing the chess game, which is really bad.
Even if the three of them work together, they can't defeat it.
Mr. Dafang was very happy to see two laborers who did not spend any money:
"Blessed are you father and son, I will teach you something real!
Remember, the great road of the world is hidden in a small space, and there is a universe in the subtleties.
All things are densely packed within a small area, and it is nothing but this principle that arises from the heart and fills the universe.
There is heaven and earth within a square inch.
Don’t underestimate making bread.
Hidden here is the supreme law of heaven in the human world, where industry is more diligent than playfulness..."
The great truth made Yang Xiuming and his son couldn't help but nod their heads.
But when he was playing chess the next day, Yang Xiuming found a chess record next to him. These words were all in the chess record. The old man also memorized two sentences wrong... 7200
Day by day passed like this, and the days were very relaxed, like a god, without any worries.
In the blink of an eye, at the end of the month, Yang Xiuming silently calculated that after three months, the time was up, and it should be time to change the world again.
Three people have been born in the family, the eldest brother Yang Xiuqing, the fourth brother Yang Xiuchun, and the fifth sister Yang Xiuxia, all of whom have been promoted to the Tibetan God Sect.
Therefore, no matter how the world changes, the Yang family will never be separated.
However, three months is worth a year, and the unreasonable consumption of life is really unbearable.
However, based on Yang Xiuming's understanding of his eldest brother, he would never watch his family members waste their lives in vain without doing anything. There must be a reason, but he doesn't know it.
When the time came to change the world, Zhang Yue and Fu Xialiang arrived, while Yang Xiuming waited silently on the bed.
Around midnight, suddenly, the world seemed to stand still.
It's like time is suspended.
The earth trembled slightly, and everything seemed to be changing quietly.
The general terrain of the world, including mountains, canyons, rivers, and oceans, remains unchanged.
But the details of the environment, such as the city where people live, the buildings they live in, and the clothes they wear, all change quietly.
From the original modernity, it suddenly turned into a feeling of apocalypse.
The buildings are in dilapidated condition, the streets are in disarray and littered with rubbish everywhere.
First, the world changed, the heaven and earth shifted, and an era was directly changed.
As times change, all people will begin to change.
People also change quietly, from the original real people to survivors surviving in the apocalypse.
The clothes automatically become dirty, the house automatically becomes dilapidated, and they are sent to different places, and the memories in the brain also change accordingly.
They are all survivors of the apocalypse, and all their memories have quietly changed.
Unreasonable areas are automatically optimized and made reasonable.
If it really cannot be changed, just seal it and delete it so that they cannot remember it.
In a family like Yang Xiuming, if someone awakens and joins the Tibetan God Sect, the family members will remain unchanged and the family status will be very good.
Their family became a steamed bun seller in the apocalypse...
In these three months, I will not give in to them, and it will be a good life.
Others are unlucky, their families are broken up, their relatives change, their memories change...
If you can feel this change, Zhuang Zhou Mengdie roared and questioned, and escaped from this change.
This means that you have escaped from the world of mortals. By awakening, you can be promoted to the Hidden God Sect and escape from this melting pot.
Looking at the changes in front of him, Fu Xialiang said slowly:
"It's just like what I thought. It turns out it's still an illusion. The so-called red dust formation is actually an illusion magic circle."
Yang Xiuming also nodded and said: "In the illusion world constructed based on the real terrain of the world, everyone is living in the illusion, just like the real thing."
This is an illusion. I had not noticed it before. During this change, I could see it clearly, so I saw the truth.
"Brother, are you ready to wake up?"
Yang Xiuming said: "We must wake up!"
"But, brother, you were already awake, how did you wake up now?"
Yang Xiuming was silent and was about to speak.
Zhang Yue next to him said: "Something's wrong!
I feel like what you said is wrong, but I don’t know what’s wrong!”
As soon as he said this, Yang Xiuming was stunned.
Zhang Yue continued: "It's just wrong, but I can't fault it. This is my innate intuition. I swear on my life, it's definitely not an illusion!"
Yang Xiuming gritted his teeth and looked in all directions, observing closely.
But watching the world change is like an illusion.
But when Zhang Yue said something was wrong, he intuitively felt that the three of them were the first. If he said something was wrong, it must be wrong.
Yang Xiuming roared loudly, opened his eyes hard, and used his "Golden Eyes of Mismatched Light Hole"...
Suddenly, he seemed to see a chessboard.
A chessboard covers the sky and the earth, and the chess pieces fall one by one. As the chess pieces fall, the world changes.
This is something Yang Xiuming is familiar with. In the Taishang Dao Competition, he moved a chess piece, Chaos Dao Chess.
This means that it is not an illusion at all.
Illusion is a trick to deceive all living beings. The real method is to change the world. What kind of illusion is there? It is a real magical method.
But it’s really the Tibetan God Sect, what you see is just an illusion, and the real truth is hidden under the illusion!
Seeing all this, Yang Xiuming screamed, his eyes suddenly shed tears of blood, and he went blind.
Then he closed his eyes and said:
"sharp!
This is not an illusion magic circle at all, this is Chaos Dao Chess!"
After saying this, the three of them were shocked.
Fu Xialiang felt what Yang Xiuming had just seen and said:
"Brother, it seems so!
In all the records of the Tibetan God Sect, it is recorded that this is an illusion magic circle.
But, it’s really not, this is chaos chess.
No, to be precise, Chaos Chess Game.
The so-called changing of the world is not an illusion, but a real change, just like magic, creating something out of nothing and changing time and space!"
Zhang Yue said: "Why?"
Fu Xialiang said: "To deceive all sentient beings, all the records of the Zangshen Sect were deceived by them!"
The blood and tears in Yang Xiuming's eyes disappeared, and the golden pupils worked. The eyes that were originally blind recovered automatically, and there was no problem at all.
"I seem to have awakened the third pair of eyes in "The True Eye of the Golden Eyes and Mismatched Light Hole". Is everything true?"
"Can you naturally see through illusory methods and illusory things?"
Zhang Yue smiled and said: "Okay, if you wake up, I will wake up too."
Fu Xialiang nodded and said: "This magical power is good, but all things are real and not so absolute. Most of them are illusory."
Yang Xiuming said: "This is not bad!"
Yang Xiuming couldn't help but look at the world again.
In fact, the so-called Red Dust Array is a chaotic chess game.
Now every move in the chaotic chess game has been made, and the world has changed.
This is not two people playing chess, but a chaotic chess game like a review, with a fixed program going step by step.
Looking at this chaotic chess game, Yang Xiuming knew that there were thirty-six eras in this world.
One era after another, one after another, the thirty-six eras ended, exactly twelve years.
After all the rotations are completed, people in the world have spent thirty-six years.
Then do it again, thirty-six eras, and do it again.
But at this time, the world quietly changed, and all people who lost their thirty-six-year life span would automatically regain their twenty-four-year life span.
Of course, in this game, people who have exhausted their lifespan and die will die as they die, which can be regarded as a contribution to the chess game.
Then a new era begins again, another twelve years.
Here people will marry, have children, and reproduce.
If there is a problem and there is insufficient population, the Tibetan God Sect will purchase people from other places to supplement the population.
During this viewing, Yang Xiuming was blinded twice more, but with his golden eyes intact, he was fine.
The reason why Yang Xiuming watched like this was if he felt it.
It seems like he is trying to comprehend something.
Zhang Yue and Fu Xialiang also watched together.
Look, look, they are all shouting together!
"I see!"
Boom, they achieved a breakthrough in "The Rhythm of All Things Moves the Will of Heaven" that they cultivated.
From the original fourth level, it was promoted to the fifth level!
Listening to the rules with concentration is my god!
Yang Xiuming immediately felt that his cultivation level had improved, and he directly broke through from the first level of foundation building to the second level of foundation building.
In addition to the improvement in realm, the range of darkness suddenly expanded from four miles to five miles.
The other two will do the same after returning, and they will both gain something.
"The Rhythm of Everything Moves God's Will" has been promoted to the fifth level, and there are more magical effects. In fact, after being promoted to the third level, Yang Xiuming can release his true energy, truly affect the environment, assimilate the enemy, and become invincible.
However, Yang Xiuming has not practiced in detail yet. Only when he calms down his mind can he gradually master more secrets.
The three of them were extremely happy, and the world was still changing.
After suppressing the promotion of "The Rhythm of Everything Moves God's Will", I have to do something serious.
Fu Xialiang asked: "Brother, how did you wake up?"
Yang Xiuming smiled and said: "Of course there is a way!
Awakening requires the feeling of Zhuang Zhou Mengdie.
But I’m sober now and won’t wake up at all, so I have to be confused.”
After saying that, his Five Elements Puppet Xi Yuan Tu Puppet appeared and said:
"Old Fu, come here, control him and beat me.
Make me feel dazed and stupefied, then wake up and wake up naturally!"
Fu Xialiang said: "What kind of bad idea is this?"
Then he entered the Xiyuantu puppet and said: "Brother, it's not that I want to hit you, it's you who begged me to hit you. It's not that my third brother is careless, it's that you begged..."
There seemed to be a smile in his words.
Zhang Yue also passed by in an instant and said: "What nonsense!"
Then he transformed into a puppet of breath and earth, and a stone stick appeared automatically, and hit Yang Xiuming on the head.
Yang Xiuming said: "It seems that you are quite happy?"
With a click, the stone stick shattered.
The immovable mountains and seas appear.
Yang Xiuming laughed loudly and said, "Are you happy for Bai?"
Fu Xialiang said: "Come again!"
This time it's Divine Shield protection.
Come again!
As soon as the stick came down, Yang Xiuming felt his head sink, and the edges of his eyes were cracked, and black beads burst out, as if a colorful silk shop had been opened, with red, black and purple all bursting out.
But it seems to be a dojo with the entire hall on water and land, with chimes, cymbals and cymbals ringing in unison.
In this confusion, Yang Xiuming seemed to gradually wake up and asked himself: