His surname is Chen, and he can also add the word "ancestor", plus it means "Dream Technique", so he must be the ancestor Chen Tuan.
Zhang Heng glanced twice and then at the Taoist priest.
It is really hard to imagine that Tianqiguan, which has only one descendant, is actually the inheritance of ancestor Chen Tuan.
But when I think about it, I don’t think it’s strange.
Dreaming is a relatively partial way of practice. It is famous for practicing in dreams and making rapid progress.
Everything has pros and cons, and nothing is perfect.
The same goes for dreaming. It is easy to get started but very difficult to master. If you are not careful, you will get lost in the dream.
Because in dreams, there is everything you want. You can cover a city, capture everyone's thoughts, and form a dream world.
Here, you are a god. The young woman next door, the arrogant young lady, the black queen, and the little sister who cannot be perverted are all yours.
It doesn't matter if you don't like beauties. If you like urban cultivation, there's nothing wrong with it.
You can become a city lord, guide the construction of the city, hear civil disputes, make laws, be democratic or dictatorial, and play whatever you want. If you want, you can even make everyone take off their clothes and implant everyone to be NTR. instructions.
You can go to school and bully the little girls in class.
You can also go to the hospital and experience the charm of the night hospital.
This is not fun, so let's play a real Grand Theft Auto. You can play anyone you want, a successful businessman, a street vendor, a brawling gangster, an upright law enforcer.
Suffering in reality, freedom in dreams.
After you taste the sweetness, you will become addicted to it, and eventually it will be difficult to distinguish between dreams and reality, or you may be able to distinguish clearly but don't want to wake up again, until your energy is exhausted and the oil is exhausted and the lamp dies.
This is no exaggeration.
Looking at Tian Qiguan who has no smell of fireworks, and Taoist Han who is alone, where do you think his brothers and sisters have gone?
"In my lineage, it's extremely difficult to recruit disciples. We don't value foundation, qualifications, and resources. We only focus on character, perseverance, and understanding."
"In each generation, there are two or three true disciples and eight or nine outer disciples."
"In my generation, I have fourteen senior brothers, which is quite a lot."
"When I was twenty years old, Master couldn't wake up from a nightmare and was about to sink."
"The first senior brother and the second senior brother fell into a dream to save each other. As a result, the world in the dream fell one after another. The others were also infected by the dream, and became crazy, stupid, committed suicide, or fell into ruin. I was the only one left. "
Taoist Han handed the Dream Spell Scroll to Zhang Heng, his eyes full of freedom and ease: "Perhaps Dream Spell is not a spell that should appear in the human world. It is very powerful and difficult to control. Once addicted, it is difficult to quit. , after getting used to the surprises and excitement in dreams, it is difficult to interest you in anything in reality, and this is the beginning of your sinking.
I have the intention to terminate the inheritance, but I have been unable to make up my mind. Now, it belongs to you. I will never accept any more disciples in my life. It is up to you to decide whether the Dream Technique will continue to be passed down."
Boom!!
As if sensing Taoist Han's thoughts, Tianqiguan began to collapse.
Looking at the collapsed Taoist temple and home, Taoist Han remained unmoved, because the reality in other people's eyes seemed so illusory to him, and his emotional sustenance had been transferred to the dream world.
Everything in reality could hardly make his heart ripple, as if he was born to be a dream creature and reality was just a dream.
"The opening chapter of Dream Art says that if you practice Dream Art, you must not perish. You..."
Zhang Heng's tone was affirmative: "I'm about to sink."
Taoist Han did not answer.
He just smiled, and then turned into a puff of smoke and left, leaving a sigh: "What a beautiful spring, not as good as a dream."
Taoist Han left.
Zhang Heng guessed that this should be the last time the two met, and they would never see each other again.
If it hadn't been for his appearance, Fu Qingfeng's group of brothers and sisters would have slept until tomorrow morning.
One of them may be selected by Taoist Han to become his successor.
As a result, this possibility was lost because of Zhang Heng.
It's a blessing and a disaster, it's hard to say.
"This secret technique!"
Zhang Heng glanced at Chen Zu's secret technique in his hand and was in a dilemma for a moment.
The spell is a good spell, but it's easy to practice it to death.
Then Zhang Heng thought that he had just tasted it briefly and used it to assist his swordsmanship training. If he didn't touch the dream world, would he be able to escape the fate of sinking?
Taoist Han will sink because dream art is his main skill. Calculating the time, he looks forty or fifty years old, and he has been immersed in dream art for at least thirty years.
Moreover, it was thirty years in the human world. In the dream, hundreds of years may have passed.
That's why his face is full of vicissitudes of life, and his spirit and spirit give people the impression of a little old man, much older than his appearance.
Cui family...
With hesitation, Zhang Heng returned to Cui Hongjian's home.
General Jin Jia is still doing his duty faithfully.
Zhang Heng bowed down, took back the jade talisman, and looked into the room again. Fu Qingfeng was lying on the table, sleeping soundly.
Go to sleep.
Zhang Heng looked at the sky. It would be bright in an hour or two, and Fu Qingfeng would wake up when the rooster crows.
It's better to let her wake up on her own. As Cui Hongjian's eldest brother, there is no one at home now, so it's not easy to go to the couple's room to avoid suspicion.
Otherwise, even if he had good intentions, when Fu Qingfeng woke up, looked up and saw Zhang Heng standing in his boudoir, he would probably feel guilty.
When Cui Hongjian came back, he complained a few times and picked on him again, so Zhang Heng no longer had to be a human being.
A night of silence.
The second day.
Early in the morning, Fu Qingfeng woke up to the sound of cockcrows.
After waking up, I was shocked to see myself lying on the table and quickly checked my clothes.
Finding no trace of tampering on his clothes, Fu Qingfeng felt relieved and opened the window to look outside.
Enter the eyes.
Zhang Heng sat cross-legged under the tree, not a drop of rain or dew touching him, breathing in a light mist.
"Brother."
Fu Qingfeng tidied up and went out to greet Zhang Heng.
Hear the sound.
Zhang Heng took a deep breath, sucked the mist into his belly, and then slowly opened his eyes: "Wake up."
After speaking, he added: "The Taoist matter has been resolved, you don't have to worry."
"Thank you big brother for your support."
Fu Qingfeng bowed and said, "Brother, you must be hungry too. I'm going to cook porridge and make two side dishes."
Zhang Heng nodded silently and did not answer.
When Fu Qingfeng went to the kitchen and got busy, he took out Chen Zu's Dream Technique from his arms and whispered: "I've been able to dream for a month since I first started practicing. This magic is so overbearing!"
One night in the world, one month in the dream.
During this month, Zhang Heng was studying, practicing swordsmanship, and sorting out what he had learned in the small courtyard under the dreamland.
He only woke up early the next morning, but he already felt that he had benefited a lot. If things continued for a long time, it would be a matter of time before he surpassed Yan Chixia in swordsmanship.
"This consumes..."
Zhang Heng frowned again.
After practicing for a month in a dream, I woke up feeling listless and very hungry.
You know, he is already a monk in the realm of returning to the virtual world. Swallowing clouds and puffing out mist is too exaggerated, but it can still absorb external spiritual energy and reduce hunger.
In his case, he could survive without eating vegetables even if he ate some fruit juice every day.
Even if I didn't eat anything, it would be no problem if I fasted for ten days and a half. But now, after just one night, I feel unbearably hungry and depressed. It seems to be the sequelae of practicing dream magic.
"Brother, if you like to eat, eat more. If it's not enough, I won't do it."
Seeing Zhang Heng eating deliciously, Fu Qingfeng was also very happy.
But he didn't know that the energy of porridge, pickles, and steamed buns was not enough to fill his teeth. To supplement energy, the medicinal wine in the cup would work.
"Hongjian?"
Fu Qingfeng went to serve Zhang Heng some porridge. As soon as he went out, he saw Cui Hongjian standing outside.
First he screamed in surprise, then Fu Qingfeng came back to his senses and tentatively called in a low voice: "Father?"
"Um."
The person who looked like Cui Hongjian was Fu Tianchou who had just returned.
The magic on him has not disappeared. Furthermore, Fu Tianchou himself has become a prisoner of the imperial court, and it is inconvenient to use his original appearance.
"Where's your sister?"
Fu Tianchou looked around and asked, "Is everything okay at home?"
"My sister is at home with her mother, and everything else is fine."
The family Fu Qingfeng was talking about was not hers. The married daughter threw water on her. She now belongs to the Cui family, and the Fu family can only be regarded as her natal family.
"That's good."
Fu Tianchou felt a little relieved. He walked a few steps and asked again: "Is Master Zhang here?"
"Zhenren Zhang?"
Fu Qingfeng was stunned for a moment: "It's Brother Zhang, right? He's eating in the living room and has already eaten five bowls of porridge."
Fu Tianchou became serious and warned: "Zhenzhen Zhang has great abilities. You must respect him as much as you respect me and do not make any mistakes."
Zhang Heng's ears and eyes were sharp even when he was in the house.
Hearing what Fu Tianchou said, Lang Shuang smiled and his voice echoed in their ears: "Hongjian calls me big brother. Qingfeng is Hongjian's wife, so naturally she can be considered half of my sister. I'm not difficult to get along with."
, don’t be too restrained.”
"Zhenren Zhang."
Fu Tianchou walked into the living room and hugged Zhang Heng.
Zhang Heng didn't care about this and said relaxedly: "Master Fu hasn't eaten yet. Qingfeng made eight-treasure porridge, which is very nourishing to the stomach."
Fu Tianqiu obviously had something to say. He looked at the dining table and then at his daughter, and deliberately dismissed her: "I want to eat Dongcheng's roast duck. Go buy me one."
His father was in jail for half a month. Now that he has just been released, Fu Qingfeng has a lot to say.
But when faced with my father's request to eat roast duck, I couldn't refuse. Although I didn't want to go now, I could only turn around and walk away, complaining in my heart: "Father really wants to go to Dongcheng."
He comes here for at least half an hour, and even if he wants to eat duck, he has to let me talk before he goes. I have been worrying about him for so long in vain."
Fu Tianchou didn't know what his daughter was thinking.
Seeing that his daughter was gone and no one was around, he talked about business with Zhang Heng: "I have discussed it with Duke Qing, and today I will write a letter to the disciples and members of the Cold Party from all over the country, asking them to rush there before June.
In the capital, when the time comes, we will unite with loyal people to discuss ways to deal with those who rebel against the party."
Zhang Heng is not interested in political struggle.
It was only out of goodwill that I couldn't help but warn: "Politics cannot be separated from the support of force. The camp in the north of the city claims to have 800,000 forbidden troops, and there are also 50,000 guards in the palace, plus the headquarters of six subordinates in three provinces.
The guards, as well as the city defense troops in the City Defense Department, these four forces must control at least two sides before it is possible to clear the court and scare the unruly families."
Fu Tianqiu was born as Minister of War, so he certainly knew the importance of military power.
Tens of thousands of people formed a battle formation, and were led by martial arts experts. It was easy to destroy mountains and temples. Naturally, they would not take it lightly: "I have been in the position of Minister of the Ministry of War for eight years, and I have promoted many loyal and responsible guards.
Colonel, come up."
"I have been detained for only half a month and have not yet been convicted. It is expected that all these people have not been transferred or eliminated. As long as I raise my arms and shout, at least half of the forbidden army can respond and lead them to rebel. They will definitely not be willing, but let them
They will definitely do it to protect the country, stabilize the country, and prevent chaos in Kaifeng Mansion."
"In addition, the imperial palace guards have always been controlled by the royal family members of the clan. It is impossible for these people to support the rebel party."
"The only thing I'm not sure about is the guards from the three provinces and six subordinates, as well as the city defense troops in the City Defense Department."
"These two parties have been infiltrated by the aristocratic families for a long time. They are more like private soldiers of the aristocratic families than dynasty troops."
Zhang Heng thought for a moment.
The on-duty guards of the three provinces and six subordinates, the city defense troops, and half of the imperial army are all in the hands of the powerful families.
Fu Tianchou and the royal family can only control the palace guards, plus the remaining half of the imperial army.
Judging from the cards, the aristocratic family controlled the imperial court and occupied three-fifths of the troops in Kaifeng Mansion, giving them the absolute upper hand.
However, it is impossible for all aristocratic families to agree on the matter of rebellion. There must be some aristocratic families who do not want to rebel but are forced by the situation to join in.
In this case, if there is really a turmoil, the family will not be monolithic, and there are probably not a few people watching.
It seems that Fu Tianchou's side is weak, but in a fight, the Han Party and the Imperial Party VS the Family Rebellion Party are still capable of fighting.
Of course, Buddhism cannot be counted.
There are so many masters in Buddhism, and the power of one sect can even suppress the imperial party and the cold party.
After all, the current clan mansion is no longer the clan mansion that suppressed the world in the past, and Qintian Prison has become the private property of aristocratic families.
The strength of the Imperial Party has suffered an unprecedented blow. Unless there are forces to contain the Buddhists and prevent them from causing trouble, the Imperial Party and the Cold Party will definitely lose.
"What does Daomen mean now?"
"Buddhism is the driving force behind Pudu Cihang and the aristocratic families. If you can't contain the Buddhist masters, all your current plans are empty talk, because once Buddhism takes action, you won't be able to deal with this at all."
Liaozhai World.
It belongs to the relatively high Xiaoqian World, and the top monks are enough to cut through ten thousand armors.
It is hard to imagine what it would be like when Fu Qingfeng, leading the Confucian scholars from a poor family and masters from the sect, was suppressing the big families, and twenty or thirty Buddhist masters like Yan Chixia appeared.
No need to fight at all.
Twenty or thirty Hedao realm masters join forces, enough to overthrow the entire sect's mansion.
Unless there is foreign aid, it is difficult for Zhang Heng to imagine how Fu Tianchou can win. After all, Yu Guotongxiu’s other leg, the titled demon king from all over the world, has died and disappeared in the past few decades, and is no longer considered a leg.
Already.
"There has been no response from the Dao Sect yet, but Qinggong said that someone has already gone to the Dao Sect for help."
Fu Tianchou sighed when he said this: "Zong Renfu, Qin Tianjian, the Demon King, Su Wei, Forbidden Army, Three Provinces and Six Ministries, and City Defense Army, these are all the insurance left by Zhao Taizu to the dynasty. They were originally intended to suppress
Taoism and Buddhism.”
"It's a pity that time has passed and the Zongren Mansion has lost its edge. Qin Tianjian has become a pawn of the family. Not to mention the rest, the strength of the Buddhist family has already made the dynasty feel that it is too strong to lose."
"You must know that from the beginning, whether it is the Zongren Mansion or the Qintian Prison, taken individually, they are powerful forces that are not weaker than the Buddhist and Taoist families. The demon kings who have been granted the title can also check and balance the demons everywhere, making it difficult for them to cause chaos.
,such a pity."
Zhang Heng was silent for a while and sighed: "This happens at the same time and that happens at the same time."
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