"You dare to come to the gym, huh, I thought you were so powerful! Die to me!"
The sharp sword pierced Zhou Ming's heart. His eyes instantly became distracted and he fell to the ground, his life lost.
Soon, his body turned into nothingness and disappeared.
The middle-aged man who had just ended his life put away his sword without caring and left leisurely.
Whoosh!
In a remote alleyway, Zhou Ming's figure suddenly appeared.
His consciousness was blurry for a second or two, and then he quickly woke up.
"I was killed again. As my swordsmanship continues to improve, this dream world becomes more and more repulsive to me."
Zhou Ming straightened his hair and looked towards the end of the alley.
There, a beggar slowly pulled out the sword from his waist and looked at him with a fierce look.
"Don't you know this is my Ding Laosan's territory? Do you want to steal my place and cut off my money? Watch the sword!"
Zhou Ming didn't care about the unreasonable thing of why a beggar had a sword. Facing the beggar who rushed towards him, he drew his sword and swiped the sword from the beggar's hand. At the same time, he extended the long sword to pierce the beggar's throat.
Watching the beggar's body slowly disappear, Zhou Ming strode out of the alley and looked at the bustling crowd outside.
"A month has passed in the dream, and the ghost doctor hasn't woken me up yet, which shows that there is a huge time difference between the dream and reality."
"In this month, I died a dozen times. Tsk, my soul's foundation has been consumed a lot."
If you are killed, you will exit the dream, which is actually a kind of protection for the dreamer.
What the ghost doctor calls hurting the soul is actually consuming the power of the soul. Others, including senior practitioners including Feng Yuanzheng, have not specifically practiced the soul training method, and their soul foundation is not strong.
After being weakened several times, the soul will become extremely weak. For example, Zhang Bin was seriously injured in one go and died in dreams several times in a row. If the injury is too severe, the soul will dissipate and he will die in reality.
Therefore, Zhou Mingcai made the setting that he would exit the dream when he was killed. Anyway, the first time they entered, they had already caused enough disturbance to Shangguan Wuji's dream. After that, whether they were there or not, the impact was not big.
And Zhou Ming himself, as the creator of this rule, does not need to abide by this rule.
The power of the Hell Soul Cleansing Sutra is always in operation. Zhou Ming can exit the dream at any time. If he dies in the dream, he can also be reborn immediately and continue to exist in the dream.
It only consumed some soul resources. He died more than a dozen times in thirty days in the dream, which only consumed the soul resources of seven or eight people. It had no impact on Zhou Ming's 600 souls at all.
In the past month, in addition to eating, drinking, sleeping and resting normally like ordinary people in reality, Zhou Ming spent all the other time in his dream learning swordsmanship, swordplay, and life-and-death swordfights.
This world only has the sword as a means of fighting, and the only way to solve all problems is the sword. This is a world with only swords, so Zhou Ming has never been exposed to anything else except swords.
The continuous challenges over the past month have made Zhou Ming's swordsmanship make great progress. Although he is still defeated instantly compared to the masters in this world, he has been promoted to level 2, and has continued to stabilize and improve day by day.
"What a boy! I'm pretty strong! I am Zuo Zijian, the swordsman in Guanzhong. Come on, take my sword!"
Tsk! A clear blood mark appeared on Zhou Ming's neck, he fell to the ground, threw himself into the street again, and died on the street.
The body disappeared and was reborn in another corner of the city the next moment.
"Come again!"
"Hahaha, someone actually dares to attack my Black Wind Village single-handedly. I will use your spine as my scabbard! Kill!"
Zhou Ming hits the street again!
"Come again!"
"The so-called new star of Northwest Kendo? Nothing more than that!"
Hit the street!
"Come again!"
"Today will be your death anniversary next year!"
Hit the streets!
"Come again!"
"Yes, yes, your swordsmanship is somewhat interesting, but it's a pity that it's not enough!"
Hit the streets!
"Come again!"
"What a handsome sword! Only such a talented young man is worth killing!"
Hit the streets!
"Come again!"
"Come again!"
"Come again!"
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[Congratulations to the Samsara Swordsman for raising his sword level to lv3.]
A sudden reminder from the Lord God awakened Zhou Ming from the world of swordsmanship.
"How long has it been?"
Obsessed with the way of swordsmanship, Zhou Ming almost forgot that he was still in a dream. Zhou Ming even had a blurred concept of time.
Counting the time, Zhou Ming was immediately shocked.
"In the dream, five months have passed?"
"Are you kidding me? In five months, the ghost doctor didn't even call me? How big is the difference in time flow?"
After a thought, Zhou Ming exited the dream, sat up from the bronze dream tree, shook his head, and felt dizzy.
Feeling the waves of restlessness coming from the depths of his soul, and the reduction of his soul's foundation, Zhou Ming's control over his soul dropped a lot. Only then did he forget the passage of time, and almost became addicted to the way of swordsmanship.
In this case, it is necessary to rest the soul and let the soul return to peace.
After leaving the range of the Bronze Dream Tree, Qin Wumeng immediately rushed forward and supported Zhou Ming, who was swaying while walking.
"Looking for a place to chat?"
Feng Yuanzheng also walked up and whispered in Zhou Ming's ear.
Zhou Ming's eyes flashed, a tired smile appeared on his face and he said: "Let me rest first."
Feng Yuanzheng wanted to say more, but when he saw Qin Wumeng supporting Zhou Ming and staring at him with an unkind look, he changed his mind: "Okay, I'll find you later."
"Come, come, come, drink this bowl of soothing soup and rest your mind."
The ghost doctor came over with a smile and a bowl of soup.
Everyone else had drank the soothing soup and had a round of rest.
Zhou Ming was in the dream for five months, but in reality it was more than seven hours. It was naturally impossible for them to wait like this for such a long time.
Zhou Ming took the bowl from the ghost doctor's hand and drank the soup in one gulp.
He originally wanted to refuse, because this thing would probably be of no use to him. But when he saw the ghost doctor's earnest eyes, he couldn't refuse.
Unexpectedly, after taking the decoction, Zhou Ming actually felt a sense of peace and tranquility in his soul. Like a traveler who has been on the road for a day and soaked in a warm hot spring, the previous restlessness was reduced by less than half.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "This medicine..." Zhou Ming stared at the empty bowl in a daze.
"How is it? This medicine works well, doesn't it?" the ghost doctor said with a proud look on his face.
"It's pretty good. Give me another bowl!" Zhou Ming was puzzled by the sudden surprise and drank continuously.
After five bowls in a row, the restlessness in Zhou Ming's soul completely disappeared, and the restlessness caused by the damage to his soul settled down.
"Is this the care of the Lord God? I can still eat and digest food in other worlds, or is it because of the magic of this soup itself?"
Zhou Ming, who was pleasantly surprised, looked at the Ghost Doctor with burning eyes, pretended to be embarrassed and rubbed his hands together: "Senior Ghost Doctor, I have a request that I don't know whether to honor or not."
"What do you want to do?" The ghost doctor jumped back and covered his chest with both hands, "I'm warning you, I'm not a showman...ah! Don't come over here. I have a lot of poisonous insects on my body. Come and bite me.
Die to you."
Zhou Ming: "...Senior, have you read too many romance novels?"
"Stop talking nonsense, I'm warning you, even Qiu Shuang, stay away from her!"
"This junior just wants the recipe for this soothing soup."
"Don't be careless with me. I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice. You...ah? That's what you're asking?"
"Yeah, that's it."
"No other ideas?"
"Absolutely no other ideas!"
"Oh, it scared me to death." The ghost doctor patted his chest, looking frightened. "Next time, you should tell me about this kind of thing earlier. Come with me, and I will write you the prescription for the calming soup."
Zhou Ming was confused: "Is it that simple?"
…
"Okay, here's the prescription." The ghost doctor picked up the prescription he had just written, blew the wet ink on it, and handed it to Zhou Ming.
Zhou Ming took it and looked at it curiously, wondering: "This prescription doesn't look like anything special?"
"It's nothing special." The ghost doctor opened a drawer from the medicine cabinet against the wall, took out a transparent ball from it, and gave it to Zhou Ming.
"What is this?" Zhou Ming took the ball, put it in his hand and squeezed it gently. It felt soft like a peeled lotus seed.
"The fruit of the Bronze Dream Tree." The answer given by the ghost doctor surprised Zhou Ming.
Then the ghost doctor opened the drawer next to the drawer just now and took out a white ball from it.
"The Bronze Dream Tree blooms once every ten years, and then bears two kinds of fruits. One is white, which allows people to stay awake in their dreams after eating it; the other is transparent, which can calm the nerves."
Zhou Ming placed the two balls in his hands and secretly admired the uncanny craftsmanship of nature.
"That flower..."
"Flowers can stabilize dreams and preserve them for a long time."
"You rely on it to stabilize Shangguan Wuji's dream world?"
"That's right. Alas, I didn't expect that he would become what he is now. I prescribed the wrong medicine at the beginning. I prescribed medicine without fully understanding its properties. How can I be called a ghost doctor?"
Zhou Ming comforted him with a few words, which made the guilt look on the ghost doctor's face slightly lessen, and asked: "Can you give me some of these flowers and fruits?"
"As long as you can revive Wuji, I'll give it all to you, no problem." The ghost doctor waved his hand and said proudly.
"Then I'm not welcome." Zhou Ming laughed...
Only half an hour later, Zhou Ming decided to enter the dreamland again.
Qin Wumeng was worried about his health and advised him to take a good rest, but he flatly refused.
Everyone except him had already rested for several hours, but Zhou Ming himself was even in better spirits than the others after taking the soothing soup to recuperate.
So, despite Zhou Ming's repeated insistence, everyone could not defeat him and entered Shangguan Wuji's dream again.
However, this time, they exited faster than yesterday.
In less than ten minutes, everyone was kicked out!
"What! A quarter of an hour, thirty days?"
"Why does time flow so much faster this time than last time?"
Everyone stared blankly at Zhou Ming, the only one who hadn't woken up. They didn't know what to say for a moment.
How long will Zhou Ming spend in the dream this time?
Will the flow of time be faster next time?
The future direction of this mission is slipping in a direction that no one can foresee.
