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Chapter 312: Dreaming back to Heaven

"In the past, a scholar returned home in a down-and-out manner, and was exhausted and tired. He passed the inn and slept with a bench. He dreamed of an immortal. The scholar prayed for fame and fortune. The immortal allowed him to enjoy the glory of the scholar, and he rose and fell, but he spent the rest of his life in wealth and honor... After waking up, the scholar stood up in a daze and saw that the yellow rice in the inn was not ripe, and he realized that he had a big dream."

Jiuchenjun held his left hand behind, held his pen and wrote with his eyebrows and eyes straightened, and recited the Tao in his mouth.

An Bochen stood aside and watched silently. He waited until Jiuchenjun finished writing all of them and said, "Is this the origin of Huangliang Dream Art? A story you compiled?"

"Who said I compiled it? This story was something I dreamed of when I was dreaming."

Jiuchenjun threw the pen and laughed.

"Has the stories you wrote been dreaming of?" An Bochen asked in a low voice at the book "The Strange Talk of the Taoyuan God" that had not been finished.

"Maybe." Jiuchenjun smiled slightly, not saying anything.

This year was the big day of the First Feng tribe. During this year, the most outstanding disciple in the tribe finally broke through the three rounds of secret techniques and created the "Huangliang Dream". "Huangliang Dream Tribe" does not belong to the five elements, does not combine yin and yang, and does not include heaven, earth, man, gods and ghosts, but is a technique of left-wing traits. At first, the elders of the Wang tribe did not like it very much, and just to not pour cold water on Jiuchen Lord, they gathered to see it. This view lasted for three days. Three days later, "Huangliang Dream Tribe" was put on the shelf and included in the secret of the royal tribe. Only the most outstanding children of each generation are qualified to see it.

"You have saved more than 70,000 tokens, why don't you continue to save them? Wait for the 90,000 tokens to be qualified to enter and exit the Taoyuan, but waste 50,000 tokens to exchange for this canyon?"

Amberchen asked curiously.

He and Jiuchenjun were not on the sixteen high mountains, nor outside the wilderness of Taoyuan Village, but on a remote canyon that almost no one would come from further away.

This is the end of Taoyuan Village. Although Taoyuan Village is big, it is just hidden in a cave. No matter how big it is, it has boundaries.

The surrounding area of ​​the canyon is dark and cold, and there is constant cold wind blowing from all directions. The outside of the valley is as cold as winter, the inside of the valley is as warm as spring, and the point is deeper is as warm as summer, which is strange.

"What can I do even if I leave Taoyuan?"

Putting the book away, Jiuchenjun sneered: "Even if you leave Taoyuan, there will be countless nightingales as your eyes and ears, monitoring Dakuang, the eastern boundary, and even the blessed land outside the world day and night. In short, there is no tranquility and freedom. Therefore, the most free and easy place is here, the blind spot in Taoyuan that everyone has forgotten."

Looking at the young man who was so arrogant in front of him but living alone in the valley, An Bochen secretly praised him. Few people would not be impressed when facing such a young man.

"It's really puzzling to think about it, but you're looking for a secluded place. Tell me, what do you want to do when you avoid the eyes and ears of Taoyuan?"

An Bochen sat on the ground outside the valley, looked at Jiuchenjun, and asked with a smile.

Walking in the ice wind outside the valley, Jiuchenjun frowned, his eyes light and dark, as if he was bothered by something.

After a while, he replied, "I always feel that the elders in the village seem to be hiding something."

"Even if you hide something, you won't be malicious." An Bochen said tentatively.

Upon hearing this, Jiuchenjun was silent for a moment and nodded: "Yes."

After saying that, Jiuchenjun sat cross-legged and began his practice again.

He practiced very hard day and night. Not only was he extremely talented, but he was also so persevering and patient. Although he was arrogant, his flaws did not hide his merits. He seemed to be destined to become the first-class person in the world. If An Bochen had not known his final outcome, he would have thought so.

Two years later, Jiuchenjun made rapid progress. After breaking through the three rounds, he rushed towards the fourth level of vortex without stopping. He sucked the five elements inside and outside the canyon, and rarely rested.

An Bochen sat beside him, practicing while comprehending the nine-character mantra.

Jiuchenjun's understanding of the nine-character mantra is far beyond that of ordinary secret artists. He mastered the three techniques of "Lin, Soldier, and Fight" in one round, and had mastered the "Zhe" in the second round. However, after that, he did not immediately practice the subsequent techniques.

"Sure enough, the first four wheels are fine. After the four wheels, no accidents occur. Each word formula corresponds to a realm and complements each other. Only by breaking through the realm can you master the word formula."

With a long sigh, Jiuchenjun opened his eyes, and there were three vortexes rotating in his eyes, deep and mysterious.

"The fighters are all in front of each other... A word corresponds to a realm, that is, the real secret technique should have nine wheels, not seven wheels."

When An Bochen heard what Jiuchen said, he was also stunned.

That year, when Wang Feng taught him the secret technique, he said that the seventh-level turbo was already at its peak. If he could cultivate into the seventh-level turbo and master the nine-character mantra at the same time, then he could transform into the underworld and achieve supreme success. However, Jiuchenjun said that the secret technique had nine wheels...

At this moment, An Bochen saw Jiuchen fall down, his eyes closed, but his breath was long and profound.

When he was young, a phantom emerged from Jiuchenjun's eyebrows and flew into the distance.

An Bochen knew that Jiuchen had some insights, so he used the Yellow Milk Dream Art to wander, so he jumped up immediately, followed Jiuchen and flew into the underworld.

The "Yellow Milk Dream" created by Jiuchen is slightly different from An Bochen's dream wandering. An Bochen can only dream of people, but Jiuchen can dream of heaven and earth. At first, An Bochen was very surprised, but later he discovered that the so-called dream of heaven and earth was just Jiuchen's dream wandering out of his body in his dream. Because he was wandering out of his body in his dream, he was even more vague and unpredictable, able to understand the mystery, and had the same effect as An Bochen's fetal breathing and enlightenment.

Following Jiuchenjun, An Bochen flew through the underworld and swayed upwards. In a trance, he came to a sea.

The "sea water" is milky white. When you look closely, An Bochen discovered that it was actually clouds that could not be seen at first sight. The clouds and mists piled up into the sea, and the mist was lingering, making people and gods dazzled.

Involuntarily, an idea came out of An Bochen's mind.

Could this be the legendary...

"He came to heaven."

The incredible voice of Jiuchen Lord came from his ears. An Bochen no longer doubted. He really came to the sky with Jiuchen Lord's dream, but the clouds in this sky were a bit strange.

"Heavenly Court, where is the Heavenly Court? Didn't the first real person find the nine-character mantra on the Heavenly Court's Huabiao..."

Jiuchenjun looked excited and murmured to himself. Before he could finish his words, his soul flew forward uncontrollably, passing through the sea of ​​clouds and layers of fog, and finally arrived in front of an extremely huge gate.

"Nantian Gate?"

Looking at the majestic and magnificent golden jade gate beams that were hundreds of feet high, An Bochen and Jiuchenjun almost said in unison.

In Dakuang's allusions, the immortals and gods have long died, and the elders in Taoyuan are also very secretive about the affairs of gods and immortals, but the legend about the Heavenly Palace has never been cut off.

The play often describes the Heavenly Palace as follows: the golden light rolls red and the auspicious air sprays purple mist. The southern sky gate is blue and dark, made of glass; the bright guitar is made of precious jade. There are dozens of marshals in the sky on both sides, one of which is leaning against the beam and holding a pillar, holding a mill and holding a turret; the following dozens of golden armored gods hold halberds and whips, holding swords and swords. The outer wing is still possible, but it is amazing to enter the inside. There are several large pillars in the inner wall wing, with golden scales shining the sun and red beard dragons; there are also several long bridges, with colorful feathers circling on the bridge and the phoenixes on the sky...

Perhaps because of the mortals' yearning for myths and legends, they have always been generous with all kinds of praise for the Heavenly Palace, and there are many operas and poems in it, and most of them are imagined. However, at this time, An Bochen stood in front of the Heavenly Palace, looking up at the door beam with the three big characters written on the South Heavenly Gate, and felt his heart swaying.

Although it is an ancient seal script, you can vaguely distinguish the words "tian" and "men", and it is undoubtedly the South Heaven Gate.

The immortals and gods died countless years ago, leaving only one "Cultural, Martial, Fire Practice" circulated in Dakuang. Apart from this, there is no ancient book about gods and demons. Why is the description of the Heavenly Palace so vivid in the play? It is as if the actors saw it with their own eyes. Even if it is passed down by word of mouth, countless years have passed, it should have a completely different appearance.

Yu Guang fell to Jiuchenjun, and suddenly, An Bochen remembered what he said in the witch temple.

How do you know that those immortals and gods have never come to Dakuang...

Yes, although Dakuang and even the Eastern Realm are protected by barriers, how can the power of gods be guessed by ordinary people? Nothing can be inferred by common sense. Who knows whether they have been to Dakuang, whether they have joined us mortals, or have they become a storyteller, telling the world the true face of the Heavenly Palace.

Wait... If they really did this, they would come from a long-distance cave or a farther place, just to reveal all kinds of heavenly palaces through the mouths of mortals...

As his body froze, An Bochen looked up at Nantianmen and opened his mouth blankly. As the lingering guess became clearer, his heartbeat also accelerated.

Stop, stop!

An Bochen took a deep breath and suppressed the panic in his heart.

He did so much, following Jiuchenjun all the way, just to find the opportunity to restore his cultivation. Everything else is not what he should care about now. Even Dakuang, even the Eastern Realm, and even this Zhoutian, the biggest secret in millions of years...

An Bochen thought so, trying hard to convince himself not to think about it anymore, but once that thought arises, it can no longer stop taking root in his heart.

Fortunately, at this time, Jiuchenjun had discovered what he was looking for.

To the east of the South Gate of Heaven, a huge white marble carved rosary stands, which looks like a tower, with dragons and phoenixes playing each other, majestic and mysterious, and exuding the scent of the ancient Hongmeng.

In the narrative of the first Wang Feng that year, the founder of Taoyuan opened up the seven wheels and achieved the immortal body of all things. Suddenly, he realized that the mantra used by the secret art line was too complicated, so he prayed to heaven and earth, walked barefoot in the wilderness, and traveled all over the world for ten years. Although he had not made any achievements, he moved God. Later, the Emperor of Heaven issued a talisman order, summoned the ancestor of Taoyuan, and allowed him to understand the great way in the heavenly court. He walked through the heavenly world and wandered around the sky, and finally found the Huabiao that recorded the nine-character mantra. He took the nine-character mantra and passed it to the children of Taoyuan. From then on, these nine-character mantras became the secret mantras used by Taoyuan and even Dakuang.

At that time, An Bochen didn't think something was wrong, but when he contacted speculation, An Bochen vaguely realized that this was a lie.
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