Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

Across the ocean, in the United States, Massachusetts.

In the study room of a certain mansion, it was dark.

"puff-"

The well-dressed middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of blood and lay on the ground like a shrimp. It took him a long time to catch his breath.

How can it be? !
There was no time to worry about the stained expensive carpet. The middle-aged man roared like crazy to vent his dissatisfaction.

In fact, although Chen Ze's guess differed in details, it was basically the same.

This middle-aged man who suffered a brutal blow was none other than Ji Lianyuan's second senior brother, Chi Songzi's second apprentice, and the qigong master who immigrated to the United States many years ago, Yan Xin.

Although he looks like a middle-aged man from the outside, he is actually already over seventy years old.

dong dong dong dong!
There was a knocking sound outside the locked door,
"Professor Yan!"

"Professor Yan, are you okay?"

"professor!".
The shouts showed anxiety and made Yan Xin calm down a little.

"It's okay, kid!" Yan Xin's voice returned to gentleness, just like his usual elegant tone.

"I'm just feeling a little uncomfortable. I'll be fine if I take a rest."

"Are you really okay, Professor? Can I go in and have a look?" The young man outside the door was still suspicious.

"It's okay." Yan Xin slowly got up from the ground and cleared his throat a few times.

"Go back, kid, you still need to prepare for tomorrow's exam."

"Okay, Professor. If you need any help, please let me know."

"I will." Yan Xin responded calmly, and finally dismissed the young man outside the house.

Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom.
Yan Xin breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the footsteps gradually receding.

In fact, he and this young man from a foreign country were neither relatives nor friends, just a casual teacher-student relationship. But somehow, as soon as he heard that this young man was in financial difficulties and was about to be homeless, Yan Xin did not hesitate to let him stay. In his mansion.

Maybe it's because I'm getting older, but living alone in such a big house feels a bit empty.

The more people there are, the more angry they will be.

Haha Thinking of this, Yan Xin couldn't help laughing to himself.

He has been childless all his life, and he never imagined that he would not be able to escape the expectations of such an old man in the end.

In fact, at the beginning, he also had senior brothers who loved each other, and it was like a family taking care of each other.

As soon as the eyes flashed, the honest smile of senior brother Zhang Baosheng appeared in front of his eyes. He obviously liked to follow the fashion, but he had an honest face. When he smiled and squatted beside the haystack at the head of the field, no one could fault him.

He wears a suit and a shirt that looks like it has always been on his body. He wants to wear it to bed. He also likes to wear it. It is so stiff that it can stop bullets. The seam of his trousers is as sharp as a knife edge.

After so many years, the past has become as hazy as mist, but Yan Xin always remembers that senior brother only loved Si Dankang's hair oil. If he didn't have it, he wouldn't use it, and he would never settle for it.

Every time he was arranging his hair, he had to give repeated orders: "Don't touch me. If you mess it up, I have to comb it again."

Then he tied the napkin around his neck in a strange way, stood upright, and fiddled with the three-quarters of an acre of land on his head.

At this moment, a pair of hands suddenly reached out and messed up Zhang Baosheng's hair. It was Ji Lianyuan, the most eccentric junior brother. He was the latest to join the class, he was also young, had a bad temper, and liked to make trouble the most.

The irritated Zhang Baosheng carefully rolled up his sleeves and made a fuss with Ji Lianyuan, laughing and joking, which was very lively.

And he, Yan Xin, was always watching silently, thinking about his own thoughts. From time to time he would be amused or affected, and he would also smile and shake his head.

"Haha! Senior brother, what are you talking about? I think you are better than anything else with a hoe!"

"Brat, come here!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Second senior brother, save me! First senior brother is hitting people, hitting people, hahahahahaha."

"Okay! Just play around like children!"

"Xiaoxin, he put hair oil on your butt."

"What?! I'm a brat! Don't run!"

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The brothers are very harmonious, and although they inevitably play and quarrel, they all treat each other as family members.

This past event seems to have happened yesterday and is still vivid in my mind.

But I can't go back.

Because he ruined everything with his own hands, he instigated his disciples to put Ji Lianyuan in jail and his wife and children were separated; he planned a conspiracy to drive Zhang Baosheng's family of seven members crazy and take away the treasure.

Click.

The harmonious and perfect picture in front of me suddenly cracked, and then like a photo, it split into several pieces from the middle and was swallowed by a darkness.

In the darkness, there was only a pair of strange organs that were smooth and wet, like the long tongues of amphibians, trying to reach out for licking.

The top of the long tongue gradually became rounded and blunted, revealing two malicious eyeballs. It licked Yan Xin's cheeks disgustingly, leaving behind trails of sticky and stomach-churning pus.

"My good apprentice, hehe~"

"Well done~~Hehehe, well done! Hehehe~~~"

"Ahhh!" Yan Xin was so frightened by this illusion that he screamed and backed away. He lost his balance and hit the corner of the bookcase.

"Hiss—" His heart almost stopped in pain, and he curled up in pain and hugged the injury.

For many years, Yan Xin's master Chi Songzi has been haunting him like a nightmare, leaving him sleepless at night and unable to think peacefully during the day.

Mingming said goodbye many years ago, and after the brothers of the same school broke up, Chisongzi disappeared.

But Yan Xin always felt that Chi Songzi never took his disgusting eyes away from his senior fellow apprentices and his entourage.

It just keeps hiding in the dark, looking down at everyone, admiring everything it has done, while quietly waiting for something, waiting for an opportunity to devour itself.

Just like the bloody massacre Yan Xin witnessed many years ago.

After a while, when the pain subsided, Yan Xin's thoughts gradually calmed down and returned to calmness.

No matter what, he knew that he could no longer look back.

After getting up from the ground, Yan Xin walked to the wall and pressed the switch of the brightest light in the room.

pat.

The scene inside the house is unobstructed.It's obviously a study room, but the bookcases and desks have all been moved to the corner to make room.

And the position in the middle is arranged into an altar that is difficult to describe accurately?

Perhaps the expression "mixed" is barely appropriate.

At the very edge are circles of rugged stones shaped like pig hearts, with some kind of inscriptions marked with ink carved on them. Further inside are various strange objects, such as necklaces, fake wooden donkeys, and ball balls. , wine jars, prayer beads, inkstones, shrouds, crosses, daggers, brooms, and copper stoves. They all seemed to be old, mottled and old, and soaked in a liquid as thick as spoiled orange juice.

The innermost layer is a full circle of steps made of bronze, which seem to have been deliberately made into disorderly high and low intervals. No detail conforms to the symmetrical beauty.

The gaps are also filled with all kinds of debris. A few conspicuous special candles are almost burned out, but the dust-like fog that was emitted before is still shrouded above the entire altar. The lights shine down and are refracted into bright and dark colors. Uncertain, like a group of souls that seem to disperse and come together.

The details of the entire altar are extremely rich, and traces of various sects can be seen, but they seem to be pieced together, so there is no need to go into details.

Although it is complex, anyone who sees it can point out the core of the altar at a glance.

That simple bronze tripod with three legs and two ears.

The body of the tripod has no decorations except for the word "天". It is frighteningly dark at this time, and it is emitting a kind of ghostly wave like a flame burning and twisting the air, which is enough to make anyone who sees it doubt their own eyes.

Also included is the founder of this altar, Yan Xin.

But what he suspected was not this strange scene, but why the altar did not take effect.

Just now, he was convinced that he had succeeded. He successfully used this tripod to locate another ancient sword with the same origin, and locked its position through the air.

But just when the magic altar continued to take effect and the specific location of the ancient sword was about to be calculated, the whole process was suddenly interrupted, and even backfired on the host Yan Xin.

There is nothing wrong with the altar itself. It is obvious that it is caused by external forces.

external force?

How could it be an external force!
Yan Xin calmed down and started thinking again.

A few months ago, the treasure tripod moved, revealing that the ancient sword that he had been thinking about for many years, the ancient sword that was sealed in the old home of his junior brother Ji Lianyuan, escaped from the seal for unknown reasons.

Yan Xin didn't know whether he was happy or worried. On the one hand, because he was unable to break the seal, he deliberately ignored the existence of this place and did not make any surveillance or arrangements to prevent others from discovering that there was no 300 taels of silver in this place.

After all, most of the people who might know the truth are no longer in this world.

On the other hand, he naturally realized that this might be an opportunity. Since the seal of the ancient sword had been removed, it might be an opportunity for him to succeed.

So he quickly arranged the altar, used the connection between the ancient sword and the tripod to lock its moved position, and then entrusted it to the Hidden Immortal Society for dispatch.

Of course, he would not tell the people of the Hidden Immortal Society the true situation, he just found other excuses.

Although he had many contacts with the Yinxian Society, Yan Xin was always more cautious than trusting.

But a few months later, he received news that the mission had failed.

Yan Xin knew that because he did not tell the truth, the people of the Yinxian Society must not pay much attention to it, and they probably would not send much force.

But even so, the unknown person who took away the ancient sword was able to defeat the Yinxianhui, which still made him admire him with admiration.

After all, the Yinxian Society has a profound background. It is not just a behemoth in its own territory, it is not too much to even call it a hegemon.
So Yan Xin prepared carefully for several days, almost exhausted all his savings, and set up the altar again, preparing to lock the location of the ancient sword through the air again.

But it was like a radio signal being cut off by a slap from the air. Yan Xin couldn't believe that the Dharma Altar was actually hindered.

who did it?

There is no doubt that he must be the current holder of the ancient sword.

First of all, rule out the possibility that the holder is a powerful monk. This is absolutely impossible to happen.

Even if it is him, Yan Xin, a true genius, stunningly talented, the son of destiny, the ultimate lucky person in the plane, the only terminator of sad fate, the pioneer of the new era, the human race, no, thousands of living creatures and races have been fighting for countless years. The praying savior of Gedai can only control a dice to turn over from a distance of thirty centimeters.

Even so, it is already a shocking feat that can shock half of the world.

Yan Banbi. Oh no, Yan Xin is a low-key person who keeps a low profile and makes a fortune. He endures humiliation and heavy burdens in order to achieve greatness. If a little bit of news is not released, the door of his house will be trampled by many people who come after hearing the news.

As for this magical space-distance positioning altar, it completely relies on the connection between the tripod itself and the ancient sword, as well as the assistance of other sacrificed extraordinary objects.

He himself is probably just a button pusher.

The environment of heaven and earth locks away all extraordinary possibilities, at least for living beings.

Then the most likely remaining possibility is that the holder of the ancient sword also possesses other treasures of the same level, and can just restrain this kind of remote positioning.

Not to mention the rarity of treasures of this level, coupled with the restrictions on how they can still be used by others, Yan Xin has to suspect that the holder of the ancient sword is not a lone traveler, but a huge force.

Power, knows how to deal with it, and probably recognizes the value of the ancient sword.
Putting the conditions together one by one, Yan Xin suddenly came to a surprising conclusion.

The person who took away the ancient sword must be the Hidden Immortal Society!

Depend on!
Yan Xin stamped his foot violently. The more he thought about it, the more reliable he felt that this guess was. If it was the Yinxian Society, it would perfectly meet all the conditions he imagined.

You must know that in addition to the ancient sword and the precious tripod, another crucial jade seal is in the hands of the Yinxian Society!

After a long time of commotion, they left the thief alone and shouted to catch the thief!
These old turtles!Maybe he had figured out the truth by some means a long time ago, and he was still laughing at himself behind his back!
Yan Xin was so angry that his neck turned red for a while. He felt that he was secretive and planned carefully. As a result, people might have been laughing at him.

In any case, Yan Xin felt that now was not the time to be careless.

No matter who is the person who took away the ancient sword, he must have a frank talk with the Hidden Immortal Society and the doctor who is more shrewd and cunning than the fox.

Di-

Yan Xin had a strong sense of action and did what he said. He immediately organized his words and dialed the doctor's phone number.

The headquarters base of the Hidden Immortal Society.

In a dark room, the surrounding walls are covered with screens, and various images and information are intertwined. Only the audio broadcasts that sound in turn can give people a sense of order.

"The R-34 incident has been processed, and the funds used are 5000 million, and the remaining funds have been transferred to the proprietary account."

"The explosive warning in the xx area has been lifted, nine surviving targets have been captured, and the rest have been cleared."

"All the remnants of Louguan Dao in Hangu District have been identified, and the remaining three people took a boat to sneak into northern Thailand. The request for support is being assigned."

"The TV station has been contacted, the information has been blocked, and the follow-up is being closely monitored. The incident has affected a total of 780 people and is being processed according to standard resettlement procedures."

"Fan Wei, the person involved in the capture incident, considers the social influence and plans to activate a special disposal process and apply for additional funds."

"The deployment of bombers has been completed, and the evacuation of grassland herdsmen is in progress. The target is locked. The estimated number of casualties is zero."
This is the heart of the Hidden Immortal Society, the area with the highest level of confidentiality, the gathering place for all intelligence information, and the doctor's residence.

At this time, the amount of information broadcast on the screen is so large that it is scary. If you take out any one of them, your jaw will drop, and you will be impressed by the huge power and strength of the Hidden Immortal Society. (End of chapter)