The night is deep, and there is a black hole. The flying snow is about to subside, and Xuan Village has returned to tranquility after a busy day.
In an earthen hut near the mountain wall, coal lamps spread a dim chill, imprinting on the young boy's delicate face.
No one knew that in just a few sticks of incense, Lin Fan had completely memorized the "Tao Jing".
The people in the village only knew that he had a superb memory, but they did not know that this super memory had been strengthened with age. If he had been five years old, it would have been impossible for him to recite the "Tao Jing" in three days. But now, this hand
The ability to read ten lines in one glance and have a photographic memory has long been perfected.
"It's true that a young man doesn't know what it's like to be sad." Lin Fan put down the wooden slips, looked out the window, and sighed softly.
Lin Fan was very torn in his heart. He really wanted to practice boxing, but he didn't want to embarrass Uncle Chen.
He is already fifteen years old. According to Uncle Chen, he will soon automatically reach the point where he can reach the level of body refining and possess the power of uprooting trees. Although, he doesn't feel anything now. He is still a man who can even lift a bucket of water.
A weak scholar who cannot get up.
In three days, people from the Royal Capital Palace will arrive.
Xuancun has always made a living by hunting, and Uncle Chen and the others have always been the backbone of the village. Lin Fan wonders, once they leave, how Xuancun will live in the future? How will those women and children who have lost their husbands and fathers live?
Will Xixuan Village continue to be oppressed like this?
He is unwilling!
This was supposed to be a sleepless night. But in the end, perhaps because of overuse of his brain, Lin Fan's eyelids couldn't help but fight.
After a while, Lin Fan's eyes went dark and his body lost all consciousness. He fell asleep on the cold table.
In his sleep, he felt that his consciousness was extremely fresh, and his whole body was drifting into the depths of space with a torrent.
It’s this dream again!
Lin Fan knew that he was dreaming, and he had the same dream again!
From the time he could remember, this dream had haunted him for eleven years!
In the past, he always felt scared and forced himself to wake up from his dreams. But this time, he no longer resisted. He allowed the torrent to push him far away and lead him to unknown areas.
In this space, time has lost its concept. Lin Fan doesn't know how long he has been drifting with the torrent. He only feels that there are phantoms passing in front of him.
Those phantoms were not him, they were clearly another boy about the same age as him. However, they affected his mood all the time.
Until a certain moment, the scene in front of him suddenly changed. He found that he was actually standing in a valley.
This valley is quiet and peaceful, with birds chirping and flowers fragrant. It gives people a warm feeling. Compared with the cold Xancun, they are two completely different feelings.
This is...where?
Lin Fan stood in front of a stone house. He didn't feel strange or scared. Instead, he felt a different kind of familiarity and affection.
He felt as if he had been here before!
"This valley...the stone house..."
The scene in front of him was so real that Lin Fan couldn't tell whether it was real or false. He couldn't help but approach the stone house, but just as he was about to push the door open and enter, a few words of conversation made his steps suddenly freeze.
Lin Fan stood there blankly, not coming back to his senses for a long time, and then he put his ear to the door and listened to everything quietly.
"Senior, how are you? Can Fan'er be saved?" The speaker seemed to be a middle-aged man.
"The curse is too deep. Logically speaking, there is no way to recover. Unless we can cut off the fate of this life." An old voice came.
"How to cut it off?"
"Letting him die like this is the best way..." the old man continued.
Then, he paused and continued: "The reincarnation of life and death, the variables of destiny, should be like this. Fortunately, he has that inheritance... and there is a chance to come back..."
"A chance to come back?"
"This is a test for him. A person who has not experienced life and death will never achieve enlightenment."
At this point, before Lin Fan could recover, the scene in front of him suddenly collapsed.
…
Fan'er?
He couldn't help but think of the title of that middle-aged voice.
Are you talking about me? But...where is that place? What is the opportunity to come back again?
Lin Fan felt that his memory was confused, and his head felt like it was about to burst. Many strange yet familiar memory seeds were planted in his mind, and little by little, they began to take root and sprout.
He knew very well that he was just dreaming. But the real pain made him feel crazy.
"boom……"
In front of the space, the divine light that swallowed up the heaven and earth came rolling in.
Lin Fan closed his eyes subconsciously, and the pain he imagined did not come. When he opened his eyes, he found that the divine light was flowing past his body like running water.
Virtual image? He thought of this word.
Are you... really dreaming?
The scene in front of me, everything in front of me, is so real, yet so illusory.
It was like a chicken on a fire. He could smell the aroma of meat, but he couldn't eat it.
"The world and me, who is illusion and who is reality?"
"Who am I...?"
"No...this is all fake! My name is Lin Fan!"
Lin Fan closed his eyes tightly and wrote ten words of "quiet" in his mind, and his whole body suddenly became extremely peaceful.
Suddenly I opened my eyes, and with a bang, the black hole in front of my eyes, the terrifying Shenlan, shattered!
It seemed as long as an era. At this moment, the rioting space became quiet.
"Is it over..." Lin Fan sighed.
This strange dream he had had for eleven years frightened him and was a little surprising at the same time. He always felt that he could find what he wanted here. For example, power...
Buzz!
While thinking about it, suddenly, a portal suddenly appeared and merged into the void.
In the door frame, there is endless chaos and boundlessness.
"Eleven years later, we finally met..."
A sigh came, distant and desolate, as if it was a world away.
Lin Fan was shocked when he saw a young man walking out of the door frame.
The young man seemed to be as big as him, but he was slender and had an extraordinary heroic spirit. There was an invisible majesty in his eyes as he looked at each other. If he ruled the world, his aura covered all directions. In an instant, the divine glow that exploded all around dimmed.
There are many endless and deep spaces, and there are waves of sadness and resentment.
"Who are you..." Lin Fan's heart trembled as he stared at this young man.
He had been born in Xixuan Village since he was a child, and this was the first time he saw such a person. He was shocked in his heart.
The young man's body was sometimes blurred, sometimes solid, like a wisp of soul, and the outline could not be seen clearly. But when Lin Fan looked at him, he felt an inexplicable touch.
"It turns out that you are you and I am me. But on that snowy night eleven years ago, after you and I were connected by fate, we can no longer distinguish each other." The young man said.
"What on earth is going on? Am I not in a dream?" Lin Fan was confused and a little incoherent.
"It was in a dream. But for eleven years, you have been resisting. And now, because you long for power, you see me."
"This is the depth of your spirit, the place where our souls coexist."
The young man floated closer, and Lin Fan was startled. Only then did he realize that this young man had no legs and was three feet above the ground. He was actually a ray of soul!
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
Lin Fan was startled, took a deep breath, glanced at this dim space, and said in a trembling voice: "The place where your and my souls coexist? Then who am I?"
"Your name was Lin Fan. But you... died on a snowy night in the eleventh year."
The young man looked at him: "Actually, the new owner of this body is me. But I don't want to occupy your place at will, so I negotiated with you."
Am I dead?
Lin Fan was shocked and his face was full of disbelief. He actually died on a snowy night eleven years ago? How is that possible!
"Look..." The young man waved his hand, and a picture appeared in the void, which evoked the memory deep in Lin Fan's heart.
Gradually, he remembered.
Eleven years ago, on a snowy day, he got lost in the mountains and forests because of his desire for fun. Finally, he passed out in the snow. The snowy night was cold, the sky was freezing, and soon, he became a cold corpse.
Not long after, it snowed heavily, and an old Taoist figure appeared on the snow, holding him in his arms...
Looking at Lin Fan's shocked face, the young man slowly shook his head and explained slowly: "On the snowy night eleven years ago, you died. It was my master who possessed my soul in your body to allow you to continue.
So far...now, it's time for you to accept this reality.".)