The black storm covered the sky, and the treasures that would not be damaged even if the stars were shattered were shattered like paper in front of the black wind; crimson thunder light shone in the sky, and the large array composed of countless stars seemed not to exist at all, not even a little bit.
There's nothing that can be done to stop it.
He stood on the Jietian Dharma Platform, looking up at the lightning that was about to fall, his heart filled with despair.
I don’t know how long it took, but the lightning finally fell.
Wu Jie screamed and woke up suddenly.
"It's this dream again..." It was still dark outside the window, and he heard roosters crowing in the distance. He sat on the bed, lost in thought, and his heart was full of confusion.
It has been fifteen years since I traveled to this world that looked like ancient China. Everything in my previous life seemed to be just a dream, but only the dream within this dream became more and more clear.
Wu Jie in his previous life was just an ordinary person. Although he was more diligent and achieved some achievements, he was still very inconspicuous among all living beings. If there was anything special about him, it was probably that he often had the same dream.
The nightmare of being killed by terrifying lightning.
For this dream, Wu Jie traveled all over the country, looking for many experts, from neurologists to psychiatrists to psychology experts... He even looked for great dancers, and came to various conclusions.
Heap, but still can't solve the problem.
Later, he worked hard to make a lot of money, and decided to go abroad to find foreign experts or foreign wizards.
The National Development and Reform Commission increased the price of oil, and the plane made an emergency landing on the sea. Miraculously, there were no fatalities and only one person was missing.
A promising young man is missing from the earth, and a baby falls to the ground in another world. Wu Jie has traveled through time.
Life after time travel was lackluster. Wu Jie, who was born in a drug store, studied medical skills step by step since he was a child. He planned to become an excellent doctor in the future. After he became famous, he would bring forward the techniques of epidemic prevention and experimentation in his previous life, and strive to learn from Sun Simiao, Zhang Zhongjing and others.
Senior, may you be remembered forever.
Over the past fifteen years, everything has been going well, and he has even mastered the legendary skill of using his hand as a scale. He is making great strides on the road to becoming a famous doctor, and his future is bright.
The only thing that didn't go well was the increasingly clear dreams and the restlessness after waking up - as if I had forgotten something extremely important.
"What a strange dream! What does it mean?"
Because today's dream was particularly clear, Wu Jie's energy was a little low. In order to refresh himself with activities, after breakfast, he carried a medicine basket and a medicine hoe to the hills outside the town to collect medicine.
But for some reason, he always felt uneasy. This uneasiness was more serious than ever before, so much so that he was always in a trance when collecting herbs, and even walked there countless times.
He fell solidly on the hillside.
The fall was very heavy. Wu Jie lay on the ground to rest for a while before getting up. He grinned and walked to a big tree, leaning against the trunk and sitting down to rest.
"What happened to me today? It's so strange!" He murmured to himself, his eyes casually scanning the forest.
Then, he froze.
He saw an incredible sight!
There is a Sanshan Temple in the north of the town. The Taoist temple is old and dilapidated, with few pilgrims. There is only one Taoist priest in the temple, whose name is Sanshan. He is old and stingy... This is Wu Jie's entire impression of the Three Mountains Temple.
But today, his impression was completely overturned.
Viewed from here, Sanshan Temple, several miles away, is shrouded in black smoke. The black smoke is thick and heavy, giving off a heavy feeling and an indescribable eerie feeling. Staring at the black smoke
After watching it for a while, I felt a chill rising from the bottom of my heart. Even though it was broad daylight and the sun was shining directly on my head, it still made my whole body chilly.
Just watching.
If you get caught in the black smoke, or if you accidentally inhale it, you will probably collapse on the spot, and you won’t be able to save yourself even if you use all the medicinal materials in your pharmacy...
Wu Jie looked at the eerie black smoke and couldn't help but shudder.
However, there are some people who are not afraid of this dangerous black smoke - they are two young men holding swords, and a heroic man as strong as a buffalo, carrying a golden sword as big as a door panel.
Looking from his side, he couldn't see clearly what the three people were talking about. He only saw the big man saying a few words. The giant sword in his hand suddenly exploded and turned into a ball of golden light to protect his body. With a roar, he flew up and rushed into the darkness.
In the smoke; the swords in the hands of the two young men also shone with golden light, but it was not as strong as the big man. They did not rush in, but just guarded the path leading to the gate.
Black smoke, golden light, sword, flying...
"There really are gods in this world!" Wu Jie stood there dumbfounded, his eyes full of shock. Thousands of thoughts went through his mind in an instant, but he was confused and didn't know what he was thinking.
It has been fifteen years since he traveled to this world. He has seen martial arts beyond common sense and heard many stories about immortals, but he has never thought that there are really any immortals in this world that looks like ancient China.
For a long time, he just thought that he had traveled to a world similar to martial arts novels, and thought that the strong men in this world were at best like those in martial arts novels, who could behead generals among thousands of armies on the battlefield, or in the martial arts world.
It is possible to defeat one against a hundred - because in this world, there is still a stable national structure, and the social status of warriors is not higher than that of literati.
But what he saw with his own eyes at this moment completely overturned his understanding!
Because of the distance, Wu Jie couldn't see clearly the faces and expressions of the two young men guarding the door. He only saw that they were wearing convenient clothes and were quite simple. They looked like they happened to pass by one of the small escort agencies in the town.
The hand is average.
But when Wu Jie looked at the swords in their hands, his attention was immediately attracted to them.
The sunlight was very strong at the moment, but the light from the two swords seemed to be more dazzling than the sun in the sky. He just looked directly at the light on the swords and felt a dull pain in his eyes, as if his eyes were stabbed by the sword light.
Such a sword was only held in the hands of two young men who looked ordinary. And the big man shimmering in golden light looked like a godly general coming out of a New Year painting.
When the big man rushed into the black smoke just now, the billowing black smoke suddenly separated, as if it was torn apart by a pair of invisible hands; and ever since he rushed in, muffled thunder-like sounds came from the black smoke from time to time.
Echoing in the mountains and fields, roaring in the chest.
Isn’t this the legendary scene where gods surrender to demons?
It turns out that this world is not a martial arts world, but a fairy world!
Wu Jie stared at the scene over there intently, with countless thoughts flowing through his mind. He only felt a surge of emotion stirring in his chest, but he could not find an outlet, making him extremely depressed.
After a while, there was a loud noise in the black smoke, and a golden light shot up into the sky, instantly clearing away the black smoke. The extremely burly man laughed heroically, holding a golden sword in his left hand, and a shriveled and thin sword in his right hand.
The Sanshan Taoist priest walked out of the Sanshan Temple, which had collapsed with a loud noise.
He said something to the two young men, and when they saw them nodding, he nodded too. The golden light of the sword shone brightly, wrapping him and the Sanshan Taoist who was not sure whether he was dead or alive, and flew up into the sky.
, just blinked a few times and disappeared into the clouds in the sky without a trace.
"Flying with a sword!" Wu Jie couldn't help shouting in his heart, "This is a real immortal!"
As the golden light soared into the sky, his heart suddenly became enlightened as if something had been broken through.
"I want to cultivate immortality!" He made up his mind, "There are no immortals on earth, but there are immortals here! Since there are immortals, since I am here, then I will cultivate immortality!"
Is it for immortality? Or for flying into the sky and escaping from the earth? Or for something else? Wu Jie is not very clear.
But he knew very well that he had found the goal of his life.
He wants to become an immortal!
With this thought, all the restlessness he had felt since waking up from the dream disappeared. His heart had never been so refreshing and firm as at this moment, full of unwavering determination!
Just when Wu Jie made up his mind, the two young men over there discussed it, put away their swords, and walked towards the town with golden light rising from their feet.
Their pace was not hasty, but they could go a long way with each step, just like galloping horses, and they arrived at the town in a short while...
Upon seeing this, Wu Jie hurriedly ran towards the town. He used all his strength and ran faster than ever in his life.
It usually takes him a quarter of an hour to run from this hill where he often comes to collect medicine to the town, but this time he finished the run in less than half a quarter of an hour. When he was out of breath
When I ran back to the town, the first thing I did was to ask the militiamen guarding the door about the whereabouts of the two young immortals.
Following the militia's instructions, Wu Jie panted and ran to the mayor's house, where he finally met the two young immortals.
The two young immortals were asking the mayor for news about Taoist Sanshan. It seemed that they were quite wary of the Taoist priest who had been caught. At first they thought Wu Jie was here to report the news about Taoist Sanshan, but they
Unexpectedly, what Wu explained was that he wanted to become an immortal...
"Do you want to become an immortal?" The more lively of the two young immortals was stunned for a moment. Looking at Wu Jie who was panting from exhaustion, he couldn't help but laugh, "Cultivating an immortal is not that simple. It can't be done in one shot.
The head decides.”
"I'm serious! I want to become an immortal! Please let me go with you to become an immortal!"
The lively young immortal's smile gradually faded and he became serious.
"Senior brother, he seems to be serious indeed."
"So what if you are serious? So what if you are not serious? You and I have just joined the Tao, so how can we lead others?" The calm immortal shook his head and said unceremoniously, "The path of cultivation is not as simple as you think... You
You just saw our fight, right? But do you know who the two sides of the fight are?"
Wu Jie naturally shook his head. The Sanshan Taoist in his impression was an ordinary Taoist who escaped from the famine thirty years ago and became a Taoist priest. He saved some money for most of his life and returned to his hometown for retirement. He was stingy and lonely, living alone in a Taoist temple like a mouse.
The poor days when people are too lazy to patronize - obviously this impression is not correct. With Sanshan Taoist's ability, making money and other things is simply a piece of cake, and it is impossible to be poor!
"It's not convenient for me to tell you, a mortal, about the specific things. I can only tell you that those two are seniors who have been practicing for hundreds of years." The calm immortal smiled and asked, "How old do you think we are?
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Wu Jie looked at the two of them carefully and asked tentatively: "Sixteen or seventeen years old?"
The lively immortal couldn't help laughing: "I'm afraid I'm older than your father!"
Wu Jie was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but stare at the other person's face very rudely, trying to find some traces of time on that face that looked young no matter how young it was.
"I entered the mountains to practice at the age of eight. Last year I finally succeeded in my practice and entered the Taoist path - thirty-three years have passed since I entered the mountains."
Wu Jie looked at his face and could not tell that he looked forty-two years old.
"Look at my senior brother, he entered the mountain relatively late, he only entered the mountain to practice when he was nearly 20 years old. Now he has practiced for a long time, and he has gone through many difficulties, and only then has he established the foundation of the Tao through the Hundred Refinements of True Qi..." the face of the lively immortal
He looked at Wu Jie with a half-smile, "You go into the mountains to practice, and decades pass in the blink of an eye. Can you leave your parents and family behind?"
Wu Jie wanted to say "I can", but looking at the other party's bright eyes, he couldn't say the words.
"Even if you can leave everything behind, you may not succeed." Immortal Calm said calmly, "In the past sixty years, I have seen more than a hundred people seeking immortality, but only a dozen or so can enter the Tao, and the rest are all wasted.
Years have passed, and the youth has been wasted in lonely cultivation... Among them are people with strong martial arts skills, people with rich knowledge, and talents with ingenuity and variety, but they have failed in cultivation, and in the end they can only grow old sadly, and their lives are in vain.
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"Compared to them, why do you think you can succeed in cultivation?"
Facing the gazes of the two immortals, Wu Jie was speechless, but his gaze remained firm and his determination did not waver in the slightest.
Seeing his firm eyes, the two immortals finally hesitated.
