Chapter 10 Dream

I don't know how long it took, and the sky gradually darkened, and Zhang Fenghuo staggered out of the cave. Looking at his look, the wolf smoke was shocked and described it as very close as paper.

Involutedly, the wolf smoke came forward and carried Zhang Fenghuo on his back. Zhang Fenghuo did not even have the strength to speak, so he did not stop him.

Back in the inn, Langyan ordered the kitchen to make a few bowls of porridge, and another doctor to look at it. After tossed around for most of the night, Zhang Fenghuo fell asleep after confirming that there was nothing wrong.

This night, Zhang Fenghuo slept very tiredly. He had a long dream. In his dream, a middle-aged man appeared. He looked ordinary, but he was not angry and arrogant, wearing a nine-clawed dragon robe.

"Who are you? Where is this? Is it in my dream?

"Yes, this is your dream. As for who I am, you don't need to know now. You should get a book and a black and white elixir, right?"

"Elixir, is that round ball an elixir? And that book seems to be just blank. No, I seem to see some pictures.

"Oh? You saw the picture. After hearing this sentence, the middle-aged man's eyes are no longer as plain as before, and on the contrary, they are a little eager.

"It's a picture, but it's gone when you look at it." Zhang Fenghuo said truthfully.

"Haha! God really helped me. Unexpectedly, I didn't expect that I would wait for 300 years to finally meet a person who can inherit the mantel, the heavenly clan! I will make you bear my anger! What you got from me, I will get it back ten times." The middle-aged man laughed loudly and said that his face was extremely cold.

Although he was not sure whether he was in a dream, Zhang Fenghuo still felt extremely cold and couldn't help shivering.

"Want to be my heir and be worshipped by the world." The middle-aged man spoke with a proud self-confidence in his tone.

Zhang Fenghuo is a little confused now. He is not sure whether he ate the hallucination caused by the round ball, or whether the pie really fell from the sky, which made him touch the master.

"What do you want me to do for you and what can I get?" Zhang Fenghuo asked in a low voice after weighing the pros and cons.

"Smart, worthy of being my predestined person. As long as you inherit my mantor, you will become an emperor within ten years. With 30 years of small achievements, you can dominate half of the world. If you can achieve great skills within a hundred years, you can also look down on the world! Beyond reincarnation. At that time, I need you to help me kill a group of people.

Zhang Fenghuo was confused again. Didn't he travel to the Warring States Period? It should be the era of cold weapons. Why is there still strange things that can't be explained by science such as reincarnation? It's incredible.

"It's a little messy, I'm in wisps." Zhang Fenghuo talked to himself.

"What, you are cowardly!" The middle-aged man was slightly angry.

Zhang Fenghuo said, "I'm a little confused now, and suddenly I can't accept it. Who are you, who is the person I let me kill for you, and what other skills? How can you appear in my dream?"

For such a large number of questions, the middle-aged man sighed and sat on the ground, his figure was a little depressed.

"I'm also too anxious to accept anyone who encounters this kind of thing. I created a skill 400 years ago, that you saw the picture in that book. This skill was created by integrating hundreds of martial arts and got a strange fate. This skill is difficult to practice, but the power is that I was also in my heyday. I can't give full play to it. I practiced this skill to great success in a hundred years, and at the same time unified all the countries of this continent and became the only emperor. They all called me emperors.

said that the middle-aged man here has some remembrance.

"And because of this skill, I haven't been old for a hundred years, and I don't have any diseases. In fact, it is an image of reincarnation. But soon after I unified the mainland, a group of people called the heavenly race suddenly appeared. They directly found me and asked me to go with them. Naturally, I refused, so I fought for three months! Four of them were seriously injured and one died, and I was also seriously injured. Before long, these people came again, and eight people came at a time. I knew that I was afraid I couldn't escape death this time, so I hurriedly put the skills I had practiced and a infinite elixir in a cave and left with those people.

The middle-aged man's face suddenly became cold again.

"I entered a world with them that I have never been to. If there are thousands as big as large as this continent, they put me in prison after arriving there, and didn't even tell me why they thought how my emperor could live so much, so they forcibly opened the prison and fought with the guards. In the end, they were widowed Only a remnant soul was beaten by the invincible crowd. After I returned to this continent, the remnant soul entered the infinite elixir. At that time, the remnant soul still had some skills. I tried to contact my family, but when I rushed to the imperial capital, I found that the whole city had become a dead silence, and there was no living person! Returning to the infinite elixir again, my mana has become weaker and weaker. If no one comes in ten years, I will disappear.

Zhang Fenghuo did not answer after listening, but digested these huge information in his mind. Although the story was very short, the things involved shocked Zhang Fenghuo, and the middle-aged people did not urge him. They just sat there silently, and a feeling of grief seemed to form a substance that Zhang Fenghuo could feel.

At this moment, Zhang Fenghuo is struggling in his heart. Any man wants power, and from the sad things that he has always traveled through, it is obviously an opportunity in front of him, but he doesn't know whether the result is good or bad, and his heart is indispensable, and he doesn't know how true what this man said is, but he can appear in dreams. Judging from this matter, Zhang Fenghuo is more convinced.

For a moment, Zhang Fenghuo's hesitation suddenly disappeared and smiled calmly, "I refuse."

The middle-aged man looked happy and angry, but disappeared with a sigh, and Zhang Fenghuo also woke up.

Looking at himself lying in the inn**, the wolf smoke fell asleep in a chair. Zhang Fenghuo felt in a trance that maybe it was really just a dream, but why the dream was so real.

Zhang Fenghuo has his own opinion on his refusal. The more he gets, the more he loses. Although it is difficult now, Zhang Fenghuo believes that he will always get better in the future. Even so, the good reason is that he lives without any difficulties. He has already understood the choice between the two generations.

But there are always regrets. Maybe I can really fly to the sky and be proud of the world, but this is just a possibility. Who knows whether they will be found by the group of so-called strange people without waiting for their own cultivation, and there are not even scum.

At that time, I couldn't guarantee that I would travel again. There is only one life, and it's better to cherish some.

Of course, while comforting himself, Zhang Fenghuo also had to admit that he was indeed a little cowardly.

After getting out of bed and walking a few laps, Zhang Fenghuo found that he seemed to be a little light as a swallow, and there was endless strength all over his body, like a rebirth. After waking up the wolf smoke and letting him go to sleep, Zhang Fenghuo practiced wolf smoke in the courtyard through the moonlight to teach his boxing skills, and only felt that the movement was very smooth. In one breath, the astringent feeling before, and every time I wave my fist, it seems to pass by.

"I'm also blessed by misfortune." Zhang Fenghuo grinned and was very happy.

After practicing this set of boxing, he had nothing to do and was not sleepy. Several sets of pictures suddenly appeared in Zhang Fenghuo's brain, and his body naturally moved with the movements of the picture. However, after practicing the thirteen moves in the first picture, his body was a little unbearable. He immediately stopped and sat on the ground.

Zhang Fenghuo sat cross-legged and put his hands on his legs. This was his favorite sitting posture before crossing, because Zhang Fenghuo always liked to read some Taoist books, Tai Chi and Buddhist scriptures, so he developed this habit over time.

If the wolf smoke stands here, or someone else passes by, you can definitely see the moment Zhang Fenghuo sits down, a circle of milky light spreading around, forming an aperture, like a Dharma, which dissipates behind him for a long time.