Big dreamer

Shen Luo staggered out of the giant insect's mouth. The blood on his body quickly faded, and his body returned to its previous size, but his face was extremely pale and his body was shaky.

What he had previously used was a secret technique called "Qian Tiangang Qi" in Huang Ting Jing, which could stimulate the body's potential in a short period of time and exert a power several times stronger than usual. However, the cost was also high, as it consumed a lot of energy and blood. It will take a long time to recover, but the situation is urgent and I can no longer care about so much.

He held on and tried to get ashore, but as soon as he took two steps, his vision suddenly went dark and he fell into the river.

The river water was quite fast, rolling forward, and soon swallowed the sinking body.

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When he was feeling groggy, Shen Luo's eyes trembled slightly and slowly opened them.

A semi-arc black roof caught his eye, and a dense pattern of rattan mat weaving could be seen on it.

He let out a breath, only to feel that something was blocking his chest, and his whole body ached unbearably. He felt that although the poison on his body was not as serious as it was at first, it seemed that it had not yet been relieved.

As soon as Shen Luo wanted to move, his shoulder hit a lacquered wooden box next to him.

He looked around and found that there were thick wooden boxes and rolled-up quilts stuffed in the small space around him. It looked like they were on a moving carriage.

Shen Luo turned over with difficulty and propped himself up on his elbows, trying to get up.

As a result, the carriage beneath him seemed to hit a stone and jolted violently, making him unable to hold on and fell down.

"Well……"

Shen Luo let out a cry of pain, the pain all over his body intensified, and his face turned a little pale.

The movement was quite big, and it alerted the coachman who was driving outside. The curtain of the carriage was immediately opened, and a young face with a bit of childishness peeked out.

"Are you awake?" the young coachman asked with a smile on his face.

"Where is this?" Shen Luo asked, struggling to get up again.

"Sir, the eldest lady said that your injury is not serious. You should stay still and not move. Lie down quickly." Seeing this, the young coachman quickly tightened the reins and shouted.

"Miss?" Shen Luo raised his brows slightly and did not listen to his dissuasion. He still climbed up and sat down against the box behind him.

"Oh, it was our Miss Shen Yu Shen who found you unconscious by the river and rescued you." The young coachman was stunned for a moment and then said.

"Brother, where is this?" Shen Luo coughed slightly and asked again.

"I don't know where this is. I probably just arrived at the border of Songfan County. Alas, the entire Dengzhou has been smashed to pieces by demons. Not to mention the county and state capitals, even many mountains and rivers have been razed to the ground. Where is the place now? Can you tell where is which?" the young coachman said, unable to help but sigh.

"Songfan County? You said this is the boundary of Songfan County?" Hearing this, Shen Luo became excited and his voice trembled slightly.

Seeing him like this, the coachman couldn't help being frightened, thinking that the man in front of him was injured and his brain was broken, so he hurriedly said: "Well... the eldest lady said that when you wake up, let me inform her, please wait a moment, I'll be right back."

After that, he lowered the sedan curtain and jumped out of the carriage.

Shen Luo stared blankly at the slightly swinging sedan curtain in front of him, feeling a little confused.

If this is the boundary of Songfan County, doesn't it mean that this dream travel has actually returned to his hometown of Dengzhou? Then that magnificent city before was not the state city Dengping City?

He settled his thoughts, sighed secretly, moved his legs and sat cross-legged, holding his hands in front of him, and wanted to adjust his breathing for a moment.

However, after this exercise, Shen Luo discovered that whether it was his Dantian or his Dharma veins, they seemed to be covered by something. They completely lost contact with his mind and could not sense the slightest fluctuation of the Dharma power.

While Shen Luo was in shock, a series of footsteps and shouts sounded outside. The footsteps were a bit messy, and there seemed to be many people.

Soon, the curtain of the carriage was completely lifted and placed on the roof of the carriage.

Shen Luo raised his head slightly and saw seven or eight figures standing outside the carriage, led by a middle-aged man with slightly frosted temples and a young woman wearing a blue dress.

Among them, the middle-aged man was of medium build, with slightly dark skin, a vertical line between his eyebrows, and a rather majestic appearance. He seemed to be the person in charge of the group.

The young woman's appearance was not very beautiful, but the lines on her face were soft and friendly. She seemed to be the eldest lady Shen Yu in the young coachman's mouth.

"Are you awake?" the middle-aged man asked, his voice a little hoarse.

"Thank you for saving me." Shen Luo said with a smile on his face and cupped his fists.

"The world is so difficult. As humans, we should help each other. You're welcome." The middle-aged man waved his hand, his eyes full of exhaustion.

Shen Luo sighed and said nothing more.

"How do you call your friend?" At this time, the young woman suddenly asked.

When Shen Luo heard this, his eyes lit up. Since they called each other Taoist friends, this woman must also be an immortal cultivator.

"There are no power fluctuations in my body. How do you know that I am a cultivator?" But soon, Shen Luo said with some doubts.

"Fellow Taoist probably doesn't know that when I rescued you yesterday, your injuries were far more serious than they are now. If you were an ordinary person, you would have died at least ten times. As a result, you didn't take any pills. Under such circumstances, in just one day, your injuries have been reduced a lot. If it weren't for some special body training techniques, it would be impossible to have such an abnormality," Shen Yu said slowly.

Shen Luo's heart moved, and he realized that it was probably the benefits brought by practicing the Huang Ting Sutra, and secretly called him lucky.

"Fellow Taoist hasn't told me yet, what should I call him?" Shen Yu saw that Shen Luo was in a daze and said again.

"Sorry, I'm a little lost. I'm down there." Shen Luo heard this and said hurriedly.

When the girl heard this, she was slightly startled, and a strange look flashed in her eyes.

After hearing this, the middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, and a little surprise flashed in his eyes.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Shen Luo asked after seeing this.

"It's nothing, it's just a coincidence that our ancestors of the Shen family also have an ancestor named Shen Luo." Shen Yu smiled and said.

After hearing this, Shen Luo felt a little embarrassed, so he changed the topic.

After that, Shen Yu also spoke and introduced himself and others around him to Shen Luo.

After Shen Luo heard about it, he learned that the middle-aged man's name was Shen Huayuan, who was Shen Yu's father and the head of the Shen clan. Most of the others were descendants of the clan and guests of the clan.

However, what surprised Shen Luo was that, except for the young coachman, the people surrounding the carriage were all immortal cultivators, but almost all of them were in the early and middle stages of Qi refining.

Among them, the only exception is Shen Yu, who is a monk in the Bigu stage.

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