The Qianyuan world is vast and boundless, and it is divided into four continents: Tianyuan, Earthly Branches, East Victory, and South Li. The population of any continent exceeds 100 million. It has a country like galaxy and sand. Among them, monsters are rampant, humans and gods live together, and they are bizarre. Of course, the most prominent one is the power called "Cultivator".

Tianyuan Continent, Qingyun Mountains, Qingyun Lower Courtyard.

Qingyun Sect is one of the nine overlord cultivators in the Tianyuan Continent. Five ascension ancestors have emerged in a row, and are well-known. There are also many old monsters who have passed through tribulations of more than ten fingers. They have been famous for millions of years, and all kinds of geniuses have emerged one after another, which is a great fortune.

Qingyun Lower Court is one of the branches of Qingyun Sect, which is specifically responsible for recruiting and cultivating younger generations of disciples. Every ten years, you can recommend one person to the main lineage and become a glorious outer disciple. When you go to the outside world, even the lord of a small country can be on an equal footing.

There are no less than a thousand lower houses like this on the entire Tianyuan Continent, and our story begins with a small lower house.

"Fang Yuan, get up and work!"

In the dormitory of the servant, Fang Yuan stood up, rubbed his eyes, and his head was still a little confused. Then he saw a few disciples in blue shouting loudly, looking at his eyes full of disdain.

"Work? Oh, this is the daily homework of the disciples in the Xiayuan. They carry water and chop firewood every day, boil muscles and bones, and occasionally practice breathing and venting techniques, striving to gain a sense of energy and successfully build the foundation..."

Some information suddenly appeared in my mind, and Fang Yuan immediately remembered his identity.

"I was originally just the son of a farmer at the foot of the mountain. By chance, I saved the life of a deacon in the lower court. He saw that I had some fairy bones, so he went up the mountain... But he misread. Although I had fairy bones, I was a "waste immortal vein" in a million. I couldn't feel the aura for five years, so I became a laughing stock in the door..."

Although this memory is very real, for some reason, Fang Yuan instinctively felt something was wrong and complained: "Damn... why did it start with a waste of money? This joke has been played a lot long ago, okay?"

As soon as he said this, even he was a little surprised.

He himself doesn't understand the meaning of the so-called "waste" and "music" but he blurted out for some reason.

"Hmm? Fang Yuan, are you brave?"

Several disciples in blue were stunned. Although they couldn't figure out what he was saying, the jokey tone could not hide it from others, and they couldn't help but look bad.

"Such a useless man, he should have been driven out of the lower yard long ago!"

"It's just because you have kindness to Deacon Wang..."

"Looking at our sect, there has never been such a shameless person!"

"Such people still want to cultivate immortality, I'm gonna!"

"Fang Yuan, do you still have a lot of energy? Today's miscellaneous work, you have completed it alone!"

One of the young men in green walked out, with calm steps and a chic expression, and a vague sense of nobility on his body: "Did you hear clearly what I said?"

"So what if it's the waste immortal vein?"

Fang Yuan clenched his fists, and the blue veins on his face swelled up: "I will definitely successfully build the foundation, enter the main vein, and become a true cultivator!"

"Ha ha!"

"What did I hear?"

"That useless man said he wanted to cultivate immortality and to worship the general vein?"

The crowd was silent, and then, more and more ridicule sounded. The boy who seemed to have come out of the royal family became more and more unkind and narrowed his eyes: "Don't talk big, be careful to flash your tongue!"

Without him taking action, the few dog legs behind him had already surrounded him, obviously preparing to teach Fang Yuan an unforgettable lesson.

"Ahem!"

At this time, a cough sounded, with great majesty.

"Hello, Lord Deacon!"

Many young girls saluted and made the way open. A middle-aged man walked out slowly and looked around with cold eyes: "What are you doing when you are standing there? Why don't you go to do morning class quickly!"

"Abide by the law!"

Even the young man of the prince did not dare to neglect the deacon, and immediately ran away. Before leaving, he looked at Fang Yuan with an inexplicable gaze, which made Fang Yuan shudder on his back, feeling like he was being pushed by a snake.

"You go quickly!"

The middle-aged deacon glanced at Fang Yuan deeply, shook his head, and slowly left with a pace.

Fang Yuan was silent and returned to the room, silently carrying a hoe and a bamboo basket.

...

The Qingyun Mountains are rich in green wood. This wood is green all over and hard like iron. It is used for construction and even ship keels, which are excellent materials.

Even after a hundred years, it will be enough to serve as the main material of some low-grade magic tools.

With this entry, Qingyun Lower Court is enough to maintain a prosperous life without the need for offerings from small countries around.

Cutting down green trees has become a daily homework for those low-level disciples.

Of course, there are only people like Fang Yuan who have been here for five years and have not yet understood a trace of energy.

Bang!

The hatchet slashed on a green tree as thick as a teacup, and a dull sound came. The huge anti-shock force made Fang Yuanhu's mouth heat up and his arms were slightly sour.

He took a deep breath, his face remained unchanged, and he slashed out with another knife, deliberately adjusting his breathing and breathing at a specific frequency.

"Every day chopping wood and practicing qi is to gain a sense of qi by burning qi and blood, honing muscles and bones, strengthening the foundation and cultivating the essence... Even if you have extremely poor qualifications, you can get started in one year, but I have used it for five years..."

One morning, Fang Yuan finally cut off the green wood in front of him, wiped the hot sweat from his face, and smiled bitterly: "After obtaining the qi sensation, you have to build a foundation for a hundred days before you can enter the Qi training stage! There are thirteenth level of Qi training stage. Only by cultivating to the Great Perfection can you refine the Gang Condensation Evil and gain the qualification to truly assess the entry into the general meridian... After hearing about the Gang Condemnation Evil period, the dragon and tiger in your body meet, catch Kan and fill Li, overcome the 19th thunder tribulation, and achieve a golden elixir of the Great Way!"

"Only the Golden Elixir Stage is the standard for the true outer disciples. When you go through the 39th level of tribulation and condense the Nascent Soul, you can enter the inner sect... Then there are divine divisions, transformations, and combinations of gods... All kinds of realms are difficult step by step, and the thunder tribulation is even more terrifying. When it comes to the tribulation stage, there will be a ninety-nine wind and fire thunder tribulation every hundred years. If you can pass nine times in a row, you will eventually be able to ascend to the upper realm, become an immortal, become a saint... I must become an immortal!!!"

"Wait... What a familiar setting for cultivating immortals...what strange things I said?"

Fang Yuan touched his head, took a sip of water, and prepared to continue logging.

"Finished, he's here!"

Suddenly, there was a cheer on the mountain trail and several figures appeared.

When Fang Yuan saw it, he immediately cried out.

Because what appeared was the little marquis who came from the royal family and several followers.

"Fang Yuan... You were lucky in the morning and had a deacon to rescue you, but now it is in the wilderness. I see who comes to save you!"

A young man as strong as a cow came forward with a grin and made a burst of beans on his fist joints.

"These are all disciples who have realized the sense of Qi. I am no match for the disciples who have entered the Qi training stage... Run!"

Fang Yuan turned around and ran away without thinking.

These little legs alone are very difficult, not to mention that the little marquis has the support of the entire marquis’ mansion. He is also extremely qualified and has made rapid progress. It is rumored that he is about to enter the intermediate level of the fifth level of Qi training!

"Chase!"

Seeing Fang Yuan running away, several dog legs naturally rose up and chased after him.

They had a long physical strength and were extremely fast. They crossed their heads and immediately forced Fang Yuan to a cliff.

"Haha...run you again!"

Several people blocked the way out separately. The little marquis stood behind the people, looking excited: "Beat him half dead! See if he dares to talk to Shui Ling'er's sister!"

"What?"

Fang Yuan suddenly felt very unfair: "Is he disliked me because of this? But Junior Sister Shui Ling'er was so heartless to me, she just said a few words..."

"Damn it, I'm going to be seriously injured for no reason. Is there anyone more miserable than me..."

For some reason, Fang Yuan suddenly felt very familiar again when he saw this scene.

It seems that I have experienced this scene before, because an irrelevant woman gets into trouble.

"It's this feeling again...wait, why am I... running? Why am I here?"

"Who am I... the hell?"

Fang Yuan murmured, and a confused pupil was immediately lost, and his whole aura suddenly changed.

"Beat him!"

A few of them didn't give him time, so they rushed over.

"Drink! Eagle Claw Hand!"

The figure flashed a few times, fractures and screams came, and the little marquis's face suddenly changed.

Because the estimated scene did not appear, he was beaten to the ground and screamed repeatedly, and his few of them were his dog legs.

"Semitic martial arts..."

He frowned: "Is it that strong?"

"Once I step through the Qingyun Road, I will know that I am me today!"

Fang Yuan ignored him and laughed loudly, looking very happy: "So... this is what the dream master feels!"

He now understands that the whole world is his dream!

When a person is in a dream, from the confusion of the five aggregates to awakening and realizing that he is dreaming, it is a great step for the dream master to get started!

Not everyone can immediately realize that they are dreaming in a dream.

If you are intoxicated, completely lost, and you may be mentally confused.

But Fang Yuan easily passed this level in his first dream!

“Master didn’t teach me nothing…”

Fang Yuan was very moved when he saw this.

Although Wenxin lay Buddhists did not pass on the Dream Master from the beginning, their practice of the Tea Ceremony of Forget about Tea is definitely related to the Dream Master's profession.

Moreover, I grew up in a dream in another world since I was a child and have experience.

With the combined force of the two, the speed at which he could solve this "Miss in Dreams" was far beyond that of ordinary people.

"Is this person... crazy?"

Next to him, the little marquis saw Fang Yuan talking to himself, but he was a little afraid. He suddenly gritted his teeth and took out a talisman with a flash of inspiration from his arms.

This was something that the marquis's mansion had spent a lot of money to collect. Even though a trace of flesh hurt flashed across the little marquis' face, he immediately pinched his finger: "Quick!"

call out!

The light blade flashed, and Fang Yuan's entire arm fell down to his shoulders.
Chapter completed!