Fantasy Realization System

Above the sky, Zhou Ming and Chu Xinran flew into the white clouds, and the howling wind swept across his cheeks, blowing the ends of their hair, leaving behind a shadow.

"If I want to come, I have suffered you too."

Zhou Ming's dantian aura surged and turned into a suspension force outside his body, moving Chu Xinran to his side.

"One thought turns emptiness, one thought becomes true."

Zhou Ming said the ancient syllable in his mouth, stretched out his index finger, and lightly touched Chu Xinran's eyebrows.

Waves of spiritual power radiated from Chu Xin's mind, and a prototype of the sea of ​​consciousness gradually formed.

Chu Xinran was traumatized by his spirit, and now the consciousness in his soul has fallen into a state of chaos. With current medical technology, most of these soul problems are classified as mental problems.

In other words, Chu Xinran is already insane now, suffering from mental illness.

But in Zhou Ming's eyes, this was Chu Xinran's soul protecting his own consciousness. Liu Yan's death caused an irreversible mental shock to Chu Xinran. Under excessive panic and sadness, a person's thinking and consciousness would inevitably appear chaotic.

There are two situations in this way. One is that the soul instinctively protects its consciousness and closes the connection between consciousness and the brain. In this case, most people will be unconscious.

The other is a mental illness called in modern medicine. The spirit is wounded and the soul does not close the consciousness in time. Under the extreme emotional reaction, consciousness and thinking form a chaotic fault, which leads to damage to the soul and permanent irreversibility. Mind hurt.

Like Chu Xinran's current state, it is the latter.

The mind is wounded, the soul is damaged.

Zhou Ming has a way to help Chu Xinran regain consciousness, but under this huge mental shock, even if Chu Xinran's consciousness regains, she will only be able to live in endless sadness and fear in the future.

In the end, Chu Xinran is likely to be sent to the hospital again for treatment because of mental problems.

Such a result would only make Chu Xinran spend the rest of her life in a mental hospital.

"Ugh."

Zhou Ming found that he had sighed more and more recently, and the fruits of this mortal cause were complicated. If he hadn't met Chu Xinran and forced her to be by his side, the tragedy like this would not happen.

Zhou Ming took Chu Xinran to land on a cloud-covered mountain, raising his hand to hit a few Lingyuan to expel the impurities from Chu Xinran's body.

The plackets of the clothes frayed and floated away, and a perfect body floated in front of Zhou Ming, like a natural jade, arousing the atmosphere of the world.

"Today, I will wash away your original memory and give you a new life."

The memory in Chu Xinran's mind has been washed away by Zhou Ming, and countless new thoughts and thoughts were replanted in her brain, and the cracks in her soul were slowly repaired.

Between the two breaths, Chu Xinran's whole person became completely new, his body was flawless, his long hair was wavy, and his temperament was ethereal like soft yarn.

"wake up!"

Zhou Ming raised his finger in front of him a little, the clear water that Lingyuan transformed into washed away the dirt on Chu Xinran's body, and it turned into sweet rain and dew in the future.

Countless new greens were born, and the wild flowers on the side of the mountain continued to bloom, creating a world in the withered scene of this late autumn.

A pair of eyes slowly opened, the delicate jade feet stepped on a green leaf, looked at the person in front of him, and slowly said: "Who are you?"

Zhou Ming took out a set of antique-style red clothes from the system backpack, and said with a smile: "I'm Shen Yue, your friend, I'm glad you can come back, happy."

"I seem to have forgotten something..."

Chu Xinran touched her temples, her eyebrows frowned slightly.

Zhou Ming smiled and said nothing.

"Well, forget it, I can't remember."

Chu Xinran took the clothes in Zhou Ming's hand and asked him: "By the way, Shen Yue, why are we on the top of the mountain now?"

She put on a red dress with her jade feet untouched, and looked at her hands in surprise and said: "Shen Yue, what's the matter with me?"

"You are now a cultivator."

Zhou Ming injected Chu Xinran the concept of a cultivator, and believed that she would be able to adapt to her current body soon. Now that he agreed to Liu Yan, Zhou Ming naturally couldn't leave Chu Xinran behind. Instead of letting Chu Xinran stay in a mental hospital for the rest of her life, it would be better to erase the devil in her heart and lead her to practice.

The cause and effect of him and Chu Xinran were completely formed at this moment.

"Cultivator... let me see."

Chu Xinran digested the memory in his mind and waved away.

Spiritual energy rushed out from Chu Xinran's dantian, and came into his palm, forming a terrifying force of heaven and earth, and blasted towards the mountain on the side!

"Boom!"

Countless broken stones burst, and the top of the mountain next to it was wiped out most of the time!

Zhou Ming stretched out his hand and shook it, and the flying debris instantly turned into powder and dissipated in the air.

"Although you have the seventh level of Qi refining cultivation base, remember not to reveal it in front of people."

Zhou Ming stepped forward and lightly bounced on Chu Xinran's forehead, reproaching him.

"I know, master."

Chu Xinran rubbed her smooth forehead and smiled.

"master?"

Zhou Ming shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Although I told you about your cultivation, I didn't let you take me as a master."

"Hey, you not only taught me the cultivation base, but also practiced the exercises for me. All these are what the master can do, right?"

Chu Xinran didn't entangle the memories he had lost before, and quickly accepted the reality, playing his "rogue" attributes.

"It's up to you."

With his hands on his back, Zhou Ming suddenly floated a pair of delicate embroidered shoes in front of Chu Xinran.

"First put it on, then change your outfit after going down the mountain."

"I think this suit is pretty good. Those modern clothes are so fancy, but this costume is comfortable to wear."

Chu Xinran stroked a strand of hair that fell to her chest, and looked at the pair of embroidered shoes, her beautiful eyes gleamed.

"Let's go."

Zhou Ming flipped his palm, and the general situation between heaven and earth was driven by him. After Chu Xinran put on embroidered shoes, he followed him and disappeared on the top of the mountain...

Suhang, misty peak.

A place where ordinary people can't set foot in the valley is covered with clouds and mist, and thousands of plants are full of business, as if spring is perpetual.

Along the way, from the valley up, you can see a bent staircase, ascend the staircase, and a gate fence stands on the left and right of the flat-topped stone, forming a huge and wide passage.

This is where the Xiaoyao Palace is located among the eight major sects of the Huaxia Cultivation Realm. This year's Daomen Conference is just the Xiaoyao Palace's turn to organize.

As a result, on this misty peak, the old road of foundation building with the bones of immortal wind can be seen everywhere.

A magnificent palace is located on the mountainside of the Misty Peak. Countless cultivators stand on the large circular platform in front of the palace, authenticating and listening to the preaching by the ancestor of Xiaoyao Palace sitting on a pear wood chair in front of the palace.

Feng Yunyao’s white eyebrows and a plain blue robe look quite extraordinary. He sits on the platform, with a few old roads on both sides of which are lined up. Among them, there are some vacant chairs for those who fail to arrive in time. Prepared by martial arts.

In less than an hour, people from the eight major sects arrived one after another.

Feng Yunyao stopped preaching, looked at the seven sect heads or elders seated in front and back, and smiled slightly: "You all come to Xiaoyao Palace to participate in this Dao Sect Conference, it's hard work."

"The real man is polite. I am waiting for my visit this time to make an appointment at the Daomen. How can I say it hard?"

An old man in white shirt carrying a long sword smiled at Feng Yunyao in front of the palace and said.

"You are polite."

"How can you not go to the Daomen Agreement, hahaha!"

"This time I'm all here to ask questions, I don't have to be polite."

......

The heads of the group spoke individually, saying that Feng Yunyao need not be polite with them.

Feng Yunyao stood up and gave them a punch, vocal cords: "I have been in the realm of cultivation for more than a thousand years. Although the realm is no longer at its peak, but this gate conference has never stopped. Years pass, the country changes. , The talents alternate. At this Dao Sect Conference, Xiaoyao Palace will certainly live up to your expectations and will carry forward the glory of our Dao Sect!"

Every word of Feng Yunyao echoed in the ears of everyone several times, shocking people, and the words passed their ears.

The voice fell, there was no applause, only the appreciation and admiration of many monks projected.

Feng Yunyao nodded, it seems that this year's Daomen Conference, everything will go well.

In previous Dao Sect Conferences, many sects with suspicions would take this opportunity to ask each other for advice or two, which is called "On Dao".

And this time the Daoist Conference was held in Xiaoyao Palace, and the other seven major sects must give Feng Yunyao a bit of face. Who said Xiaoyao Palace was the second child of the eight major sects? Even if I meet with my old friend now, Have to bear it.

"So, starting from the old man, I will explain Xiaoyao Palace's understanding of Dao Dao in recent years..."

Standing in front of the towering palace of Xiaoyao Palace, Feng Yunyao, facing the disciples of the Eight Martial Arts School, began to slowly convey the essence of the cultivation that he had summarized over the years.

The disciples on the platform are the geniuses of the eight major sects. Although they only have the cultivation base of the Qi refining period, they are all very savvy. They can understand some of the profound truths Feng Yunyao said after a little thought. Therefore, this group The disciple was immersed in Feng Yunyao's preaching, fascinated and unwilling to be distracted.

The previous preaching by Feng Yunyao can only be regarded as a warm-up, but now it is really breaking into the subject. He said that the concept of monasticism is getting deeper and deeper. Later, only the seven heads and elders of the school can understand.

Speaking of this part, the representatives of the seven cultivation sects all nodded, and these things are also very useful to their cultivation.

After all, some of the problems that Feng Yunyao said were easy to encounter in the foundation-building practice are also they need to be vigilant. At this time, several people, like the disciples on the platform, fell into a state of obsessive hearing.

"Feng Zhenren's preaching is of great benefit to us!"

Xu Jing touched her white beard and sighed slightly.

"Elder Xu was inspired by this this time?"

A voice came from next to Xu Jing, an old man in white shirt carrying a long sword put his hands in his sleeves and smiled at Xu Jing.

"I can't talk about enlightenment. Compared with Feng Zhenren, Pang Dao is inferior in preaching."

Xu Jing also showed a kind smile to the old white shirt, and said.

The voices of both of them were so small that they could hardly be heard. At the same time, they looked at Feng Yunyao on the platform, and their lips moved slightly.

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