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Prologue A Dream of Huang Liang

The autumn wind is bleak and the fallen leaves are flying.

On the rugged road in the village, a young man was walking hard with a heavy basket on his back.

"His surname is Shi, why are you carrying a basket full of shit? Do you want to take it home to eat? If you really have nothing to eat, kneel down and kowtow to me. I will give you alms. Why do you have to live so hard?

"

A head stuck out from the wall and said maliciously.

"Hahaha... If people named Shi don't like eating shit, who does?"

On the wall on the other side, there were five or six teenagers sitting side by side, laughing at the boy carrying the basket.

The boy carrying the basket said nothing, lowered his head and walked quickly towards the village.

Suddenly, a stone hit him on the head.

The boy on the wall who spoke first said sideways, "Are you deaf? I'm talking to you!"

The boy with the frame still lowered his head, but quickened his pace.

The young man on the wall jumped down, quickly followed the young man behind the frame, grabbed his clothes, and cursed: "You little beast, I asked you a question, you pretended not to hear?"

As he spoke, he punched the boy carrying a basket in the face.

The teenagers on the other wall also jumped off the wall, swarmed up, and pushed the boy carrying the basket to the ground.

Fists fell on the boy like raindrops.

After a period of punching and kicking, before leaving, he poured the cow dung in the basket on the young man's body.

After a long time, the young man got up from the ground, patted the soil on his body, and squatted down to pick up cow dung.

He was obviously someone who was used to being beaten.

The young man put the cow dung into the basket with his hands. The cow dung was used to fill the kang. He had already started to collect cow dung in autumn. He had to store enough cow dung for the winter before the weather got cold, otherwise he would be frozen alive.

Die this winter.

After filling the basket with cow dung, the young man walked deeper into the village.

He stopped in front of a dilapidated firewood door, pushed open the door hard, waited for the dust on the door eaves to shake off, and walked in carrying a basket on his back.

There is a room and a cowshed in the courtyard.

The cowshed has been abandoned for many years, and there are piles of cow dung and dried leaves collected by young people.

The young man poured the cow dung in the basket behind the cowshed, opened the door to the only room, sat on the threshold and watched the sunset in the west, in a daze.

When he was six years old, his parents left him, and no one of his relatives was willing to adopt him. As a child, he grew up alone and relied on charity from his neighbors.

When other children were seven or eight years old, they were playing wildly on the field ridges or playing by the river. But he was helping in the fields with a hoe on his back, or picking up manure on the mountain with a basket on his back.

However, he has no resentment. The poor have their own way of living.

As the book says: The world kissed me with pain, but I responded with songs.

He sat on a branch from sunset to moonlight before returning to the house to prepare tonight's meal.

The young man's life was very simple. After eating, he would lie down on the kang and fall asleep, preparing for tomorrow's work.

At night, the boy had a dream.

He dreamed that a man in white clothes pushed open the firewood door. The man was so clean that he looked like a god from the sky. He walked up to the young man and told him: "I want to take you out of here and follow me to practice swordsmanship. From now on,

You don’t have to be bullied anymore, and you don’t have to pick up cow dung anymore. You will be like me, wielding your sword to the ends of the earth to kill all the injustices in the world..."

The boy slept soundly, thinking it was the only sweet thing in his miserable life.

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ps: This is a fairy tale novel, which contains humans, gods, ghosts and monsters.

There are "people who practice Taoism" and "people who practice martial arts". People who practice Taoism are also called "monks", "qi refiners" and "practitioners". There are twelve realms from low to high, which are: building

Foundation, consecration, fusion, heartbeat, golden elixir, Yuanying, out-of-body, distraction, integration, hole-in-the-empty, Mahayana, overcoming tribulation. After overcoming tribulation, you will become an earthly immortal.

People who practice martial arts do not have a clear division of realms, and their life span is only slightly longer than that of normal people.

Relatively speaking, practicing martial arts is easier than practicing Taoism, and the growth rate is relatively faster. However, the direction of practicing martial arts is to kill enemies, while the direction of practicing Taoism is to live forever.

ps: If you don’t understand anything in the future, you can comment here and I will mark or modify it. Newbies writing books do not ask for grades, just to complete the book. Thank you for your support!
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