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He clenched his fist, and remembered that dream again. In his dream, he could defeat the mighty power. He was the champion of the Six Small Continents Pill Club and the Spirit Pill Master. Heroes are immortals.

No! Hero? Fairy?

It was just a daydream of a cowardly man. A few tears flowed from the corner of his eyes. If possible, he wanted to talk about that dream--just go ahead and talk about it. In that dream, he seemed to have experienced this scene as well.

After the meeting, Xia Yi also found a barbecue stall and drank a lot of wine by himself. Obviously this was his first drink, but the taste of the wine unexpectedly made him miss.

It was like this until late at night that Xia Yi walked home in a muddle-headed manner, but saw that the female classmate he had secretly loved for three years, assisted by a male classmate in the class with a good family environment, entered the hotel.

."...Ke Ha.

Xia Yi hiccuped, laughed twice, lowered his head and left.

In the summer vacation a few weeks later, Xia Yi stayed at home and was fine. He chose to travel. He chose Kunlun Mountain as his destination. Kunlun Mountain was not a good mountain to climb, but he just wanted to take a look.

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In August, midsummer, the weather has reached the hottest time of the year.

Xia Yi wandered around Kunlun aimlessly. Few people visited Kunlun Mountain. Perhaps it was because Kunlun Mountain was too difficult to climb and there were no special attractions. It was an unspoiled place.

It took Xia Yi for a long time to arrive at the cliff where he fell in his dream. Looking down from the cliff, the cliff was blocked by clouds and fog, and there was no way to see what was at the bottom.

But there is no doubt that at the height of Kunlun Mountain, falling down is definitely a dead end.

Xia Yi stood on the cliff for a long, long time, and finally he chose to look back.

It is impossible for him to believe in any dreams, he jumps down the cliff when he is crazy! What is that not suicide?

He didn't even have the idea of ​​a try. He admitted that he was greedy for life and fear of death. He was a small person. Now he still comforts himself with dreams. What-if you jump down, you can become a big hero...

It's simply...the great tale of the world!

Jumping down will definitely die!

"Ha...chahaha..."

"How can I believe in a dream? Hey, am I so cowardly?"

Xia Yi accepted the reality, and he went back.

After that, because his college entrance examination scores were very good, he went to a domestically-flown university, which brought him silk dawn. If he graduates successfully, he will definitely find a good job. In fact, he is not kung fu. A heart-minded person, four years of hard work, gave him a chance to work in a large company after graduation.

His salary is not low, which is high for most people. He is satisfied and thinks that his life is like this, but he has just worked for less than a year, and bad news came.

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His mother can't hold back and has left him, because he has not even received the last call from his mother when he is dedicated to work.

That night, Xia Yi drank a lot of alcohol. He used his mobile phone to check the balance in his card. There were many. He was a successful person. He was a good person and had a good conversation. But this was not what he wanted. He still didn’t. Can save the mother, because the advanced stage of cancer in modern society can not save money no matter how much money.

And his mother can support him to graduate from university, even to work, and even to the road to success, it is already very good.

"It would be great if I had the cultivation base...I am the champion of the Pill Club, and I can refine against the sky...".

After being drunk, Xia Yi-would cry for a while,-would laugh, he really wanted to miss that in his dream-everything was true.

He is now rich and successful, but is this true?

After that, because he had been working for a long period of time, he was depressed and was finally fired.

Since then, he has become depressed, and he often tells stories in front of his mother's grave.

"Long Li Shu 2nd Stage! I was so powerful at the time, I was able to fight Da Neng, mother, do you know what Da Neng is?"

Talking and talking, [he will start crying again{<=

Whenever this happens, other tomb sweepers around will look at Xia Yi with strange eyes.

However, Xia Yi is a human being after all. He has the instinct to live. Although his will is depressed, he still found a job that barely supports enough food and clothing.

Several years later, he met a woman he didn’t like. She couldn’t get married because she was too old, so she chose Xia Yi casually. Xia Yi didn’t say anything. It’s normal to get married and have children. 28 He got married that year, but he didn't really feel it.

At the wedding, he looked at his wife and had an illusion for an instant. He felt that there seemed to be illusory fox ears on her head. His wife also gave him a sweet smile, but in the next second, his wife again He changed back to the person he didn't like.

Their lives after marriage were fairly average, but because neither of them had true feelings, they often quarreled over the trivial matters of vegetable rice, oil and salt. For some reason, Xia Yi never touched his wife. After ten years of hard work, Xia Yi and her wife divorced. They had no children, but his wife still divided half of his property and even used the special relationship of the family to divide the house he had worked so hard to buy.

At the age of thirty-eight, Xia Yi, who had reached middle age, lost his home.

But he still didn't have any real feelings. He had no place to be home. At this time, he remembered-a place called Liuxiaozhou, where there are people he loves, and people who love him.

After this, Xia Yi relied on doing some dirty work, living like a walking dead, and even doing some sneaky things from time to time, and was imprisoned for this reason and sentenced to five years.

After he came out, Xia Yi already had gray hair on his head. He was over fifty years old, and he still did nothing.

At this age, social development is changing with each passing day. He can no longer keep up with the times. He began to beg for a living, but-when he had some spare money, he went to drink, and then ran to his mother's grave to tell a story.

"Mom, I saved Xuanhuang, I am a hero...I am Xuanhuang's hope, Xuanhuang...hahahaha...

Tears rain as the wine enters the throat.

He is like a madman, maybe the only thing that makes Xia Yi feel relieved is that he bought a cemetery for his mother at a large price.

What's the point of living like this? Xia Yi often thinks this way, and then thinks of the long-lasting dream in his youth.

In his seventies.

"Kouchang

Xia Yi had no one to take care of him because of begging for a long time, and he fell ill, but this allowed him to ask for more money. The city’s charity organization helped him several times, but he would run out every time and beg on the street. , Telling stories to some passing children.

"Qingyun Nine Jue, that is the ultimate speed, Qingyun Sect Master Xiao Mo passed it to me, let me tell you, the speed of this-move can be from here to there in an instant!\'

He pulled the passing children and talked endlessly, showing big yellow teeth, but every time he was dragged by the children’s parents to leave quickly

"Old madman!-go!"

Some grumpy people 5 will kick him. ==

Seventy years are like a dream, and life is just like this. Nothing exciting or passionate happened. Xia Yi was just alive, just alive, living a fake life. A few years later, his health was getting worse and worse. He felt that he was going to die soon. His life was about to end, but he had too many unspeakable regrets.

But he smiles every time he sleeps, because he can dream of the bizarre realm of cultivation, where he is cultivating in it, and because of the passion in it, he will not care about the battle of life and death, even if it is only temporarily, he will be afraid of it afterwards, but then- Shun, he is happy.

A few months later, Xia Yi began to cough up blood and felt pain all over his body. He had a premonition that he was running out of time. Instead of dying on the street, he might as well do something interesting at the end. He started hiking, like a pilgrimage, and walked to the place where the dream began, Kunlun Mountain. In his memory, there was the Xuanhuanglong Vein.