Under One Person: Since I am alone, I can dominate the world

the other side.

In a strange space thousands of miles away.

There was a tall old man in coarse linen clothes, slowly waving a feather fan, with a gentle smile on his face, looking at the scene of lightning in the distance.

"I was able to hold on to the last one. I am much stronger than I was back then."

"This is the person you are looking for."

Zhuge Liang turned his gaze to the gigantic divine map in the distance, his eyes filled with emotion.

After being stunned for a long while, he turned around and walked towards the white crack that appeared out of nowhere. After walking into it, he disappeared.

"Alas, it is time to put an end to the mistakes I made back then."

……

In the courtyard of a cottage surrounded by woods.

"4770, 4771, 4772..."

Feng Baobao supported his head with his hands and recorded the time with his mouth. He felt his eyelids slowly becoming heavy and he felt drowsy.

Sudden.

There were more than a dozen companions standing there in a daze.

A burst of Qi suddenly burst out from Xiao Zizai's body, and then his drooping head suddenly raised up.

"call……"

He opened his eyes wide, covered his chest and gasped, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

It was not until Feng Baobao counted several hundred more numbers that a bright look appeared in his eyes.

"What happened? Why am I here? Aren't we on the Qinling Mountains? Why did I fall into the inner scene before?"

Xiao Zizai came back to his senses and asked Feng Baobao with lingering fear. He had been immersed in the inner scene before, and it was still familiar things. He had been trapped in it for eighteen years.

However, compared to the last trip to the inner world of Wudang, I have made a lot of progress. I didn't have any help from others, but relied on my own awakening to escape from the situation!

Looking back now, it was like a big dream, but it also left him with great benefits and made his state of mind perfect again!

Facing Xiao Zizai's doubts, Feng Baobao frowned, remembering in his mind while distractedly explaining vaguely. Another thousand counts passed before the other party understood what had happened.

Xiao Zizai's eyes widened, and he concluded: "You mean, you saw the living Zhuge Liang, and all this was his trick to arouse our inner demons, and it was a training?"

Feng Baobao nodded, waved her hand, signaling the other party not to speak, and then started counting again: "5111, 5112, 5113..."

Seeing this, Xiao Zizai on the side stopped disturbing him and sat down on the round stone bench, summarizing the gains from this experience of inner demon training.

Time passed by minute by minute.

In the following time, Zhi Jinhua and Ma Xianhong woke up one after another, with less than a minute between them. When they first woke up, they looked confused like Xiao Zizai. After they came to their senses, their expressions became even more complicated. They both sat down on the stone bench without saying a word.

Ten minutes later, Chen Duo woke up with the poison all over his body raging. Fortunately, he was soothed by the strange Yuan Qi that appeared out of thin air. He sat cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes, and began to practice the Wan Gu Gui Yuan Technique.

The next one was Lu Jin. When he just woke up, his old eyes had regained clarity. He suppressed the demon in his heart and was silent for a while. He just sighed softly: "I wish everything was true. I wish I could stay a little longer."

As he said that, he walked to the side of his granddaughter, stood guard by her side, and tried to wake her up more carefully. Perhaps his efforts really worked, after nearly half an hour, Lu Linglong's brows trembled, and then she opened her eyes.

The moment she woke up, she burst into tears and threw herself into Lu Jin's arms, rubbing her nose and tears on his clothes, crying, "Grandpa, I miss you so much~"

"I don't want to dream anymore, I don't want to sleep anymore, it's too scary~"

Chapter 233: Get rid of the obsession of the body and soul; young man, it’s time to get pregnant again

When Lu Linglong started crying, the emotions that Lu Jin had just suppressed were also aroused. She couldn't help but hugged her with tears in her eyes and said, "Woo woo, my dear granddaughter, don't worry. As long as grandpa is here, I will never let you be bullied."

"Grandpa will live to be 200 years old and will always be by your side, woo woo, my precious granddaughter~"

Lu Linglong cried even more excitedly: "Grandpa~"

Feng Baobao propped up his head, watching everything silently, and counting in his mouth: "7222, 7223, 7223..."

It has entered the third hour, and there are five people who have not yet woken up. They are Zhuge Qing, Zhang Chulan, Zhang Lingyu, Xia He, and Wang Ye.

Several people stood there with their eyes closed, showing no signs of waking up at all. In the dream bubble suspended above their heads, the scenes from their inner demons were still being played.

Zhuge Qing was still strolling on the endless stairs. His blue hair had turned white, his body was hunched, and his face was old. It seemed that he had been searching for decades.

Zhang Chulan transformed himself into a big wild monkey running on the ridges of the fields, free and unfettered, carefree, and eating the braised pork elbows cooked by his grandfather every day.

Zhang Lingyu was in the martial arts arena, challenging the Heavenly Master Zhang Chulan. He kept fighting and being defeated, and his Taoist faith was about to collapse.

Xia He continued to run in the dark welfare house that seemed to have no way out. She fell down again and again, got up again and again, and after passing through corridors one after another, she looked at the sealed cement brick wall, felt the obscene laughter coming from behind her, and showed despair on her face.

Wang Ye's was the most peculiar. He fell asleep at the very beginning and is still sleeping now. He just changed his sleeping posture. His face was flushed from sleep and he looked like he was having a sweet dream.

The companions who had already woken up, after coming out of their own thoughts, also cast their concerned eyes on the five people who were still unconscious, and discussed what method should be used to speed up their awakening.

Time passes.

Another full hour passed.

There were less than forty minutes left until two hours.

During this period of time, no one was awake. Lu Linglong tried to slap Zhang Chulan a few times, but when she found that it didn't work, she stopped trying, for fear that the other party would find something wrong after waking up.

……

In the mountain valley, on the ridge of the field beside the stream.

Zhang Chulan woke up in the bright sunshine, and all he saw was blue sky, white clouds, and dazzling sunlight.

He turned his head and saw his father working in the fields, and his grandfather sitting on the doorstep in the yard farther away, weaving a straw raincoat.

"Oh, it's another beautiful day."

Zhang Chulan muttered to himself, feeling empty and lost. He reached out and touched his face, feeling something strange. He groaned in pain, "Hiss—why does it hurt so much? Was I stung by a wasp?"

He lowered his head and searched in the low weeds around him, and sure enough, he found the culprit, the wasp.

"I'm very tired these days, I just wanted to sleep in, what the hell do you have to do with me, stinky bee, hiss, it hurts~"

Zhang Chulan stood up, covering his red and swollen cheeks, and hurried towards his yard.

As the sun sets, the smoke from the cooking stove dissipates into the night with the evening breeze.

At the wooden table set up in front of the small courtyard, a family of three were gathered around a pot of soy pork knuckles. They quickly poked out their chopsticks and took big bites of the rice. Their movements were surprisingly consistent.

Zhang Chulan chewed with big mouthfuls, like a starving ghost reincarnated, then swallowed it all with force, then stretched out his chopsticks to pick up another big pig's trotter.

Zhang Yude frowned upon seeing this, and immediately took out his chopsticks, quickly and accurately grabbed the pig's trotter, and said in a deep voice: "Son, you have already eaten the third large pork elbow tonight, and if you eat more, you will have too much nutrition. Leave it to Dad, and Dad will take care of it for you."

Zhang Chulan said: "Dad, my son is growing up, so don't worry about overnutrition."

Zhang Yude said: "No, you are afraid."

"I'm not afraid."

"You're afraid."

"I'm not afraid."

As Zhang Chulan spoke, he used his hidden strength to block the opponent's chopsticks and gained the upper hand in the contest. Like a winner, he picked up the big, chewy pig's trotter and put it into his bowl.

Zhang Yude on the side saw this and finally sighed, saying helplessly: "The brat has indeed grown up, his cultivation is almost catching up with me."

These few words made Zhang Chulan's movement in holding the rice bowl freeze, and his mouth that was chewing the pork elbow also stopped.

After a brief silence, he said in a trembling voice: "Dad, I miss you. Where have you been all these years?"

Zhang Yude was stunned and asked in confusion: "What are you talking about? Isn't your father here?"

Zhang Chulan raised his head, his eyes reddened without him noticing, and stared at Zhang Yude's face. Then he suddenly turned to his grandfather Zhang Xilin and said with a smile: "Grandpa, this braised pork elbow is still the most delicious you cook it. I will never forget this taste."

Hearing this, Zhang Xilin reached out and touched his grandson's forehead. After confirming that he didn't have a fever, he shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Little boy, why are you suddenly saying this? If you want to eat pork elbow, grandpa can make it for you anytime."

Zhang Chulan cried, "Grandpa, I miss you, can you please not leave?"

Zhang Xilin showed a gentle smile and reached out to touch his head: "Okay, okay, grandpa won't leave."

As soon as the words fell, everything around him became still. The wind stopped blowing, the trees stopped shaking, and even the stars in the sky stopped twinkling.

Click.

There was a sound of breaking in the darkness.

Then the sky broke apart, and the mountains and forests in the distance collapsed and turned into nothingness, revealing a vast expanse of white.

What collapsed next was the field with large tracts of rice and the small house behind the crowd.

Zhang Chulan looked at his motionless grandfather and father, watching them shatter like a painting and disappearing bit by bit in front of his eyes. His lips trembled, and he could no longer bear to watch. Instead, he lowered his head and gnawed on the pig's trotters in big mouthfuls, wanting to remember that familiar taste at the last moment.

Tears as big as beans fell into the bowl with a plop.

"Grandpa, Dad, can you please not leave?"

"Can you let me stay in this dream for a little while longer, just for a little while."

Zhang Chulan sobbed, and the bowl and chopsticks in his hands disappeared.

At this moment, amidst the collapse of all falsehoods, he was left with only his true loneliness.

After just a few breaths.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a small courtyard in the lush woods.

At the stone table in the middle of the courtyard, all the companions were there.

Feng Baobao and Lu Linglong were still staring at his face in a daze.

Zhang Chulan raised his hand, pursed his lips, wiped away the tears on his face, smiled and said, "Why are you all looking at me? I'm not crying."

Lu Linglong, who witnessed Zhang Chulan's escape from the demons, showed pity in her eyes. She felt sympathy for Zhang Chulan and said softly, "Zhang Chulan, I'm sorry. I treated you badly before. I will correct it in the future."

Lu Jin sighed and said, "What a poor child."

Zhang Chulan had an embarrassed look on his face. He turned his head to look at the bubble images above the heads of his companions who had not yet woken up. He immediately realized that he was being broadcast live.

So he reached out and touched his nose, turned his head shyly and said, "Oh, it's nothing, hiss - it hurts!"

Zhang Chulan didn't come back to his senses until then. He touched his red and swollen cheek. He was in so much pain that he couldn't even speak clearly. He wondered if he had been stung by a wasp in his dream, and the pain could extend to reality?

Seeing this scene, Lu Linglong awkwardly shifted her gaze, reached out and touched the back of her head, pretending to be calm.

Zhang Chulan, who noticed something was wrong, immediately narrowed his eyes, pointed at Lu Linglong with an unfriendly look, and muttered, "Hey, did you do something to my handsome face while I was sleeping?"

Lu Linglong blushed immediately and waved her hands repeatedly, "Ah? No, no."

Zhang Chulan said with more certainty: "Oh - it must be you. Tell me quickly, are you seeking revenge against me on purpose?"

Lu Linglong said guiltily: "It's not me, I didn't."

Zhang Chulan said, "Really? If you lie, you'll be a fool for the rest of your life."

Lu Linglong shook her head, then nodded quickly, then shook her head quickly again, and closed her mouth and stopped talking.

Zhang Chulan jumped up and said, "Fuck, it's you!"

"I didn't mean to do that. Wasn't that to save you?"

"You still say it wasn't intentional, hiss - your face is swollen, pay me! I make a living with my face!"

"Your face is already in ruins. The swelling is just plastic surgery..."

"Fuck, you're actually making personal attacks!"

As soon as the two pairs of funny guys met, they started arguing again after just a few words.

"11110, 11112, 11113..."

Feng Baobao tilted his head, still counting.

There is not much time left.

-

"Give up, Zhang Lingyu. I have already reached the state of returning to the original state. You will never be able to defeat me in this life."

Zhang Chulan, wearing a Taoist uniform, stood at one end of the martial arts arena. His mature face had a sly smile on it. "You have challenged me for eight years in a row and have been defeated more than eight hundred times. Are you still unwilling to give up? Are you still questioning the decision made by the old Taoist and Taichu Zhenren?"

"You are just not as good as me. I am more qualified to be a Heavenly Master than you."

Zhang Lingyu, who was knocked to the ground by the Yang Lei, wrinkled his eyes with fine lines. He supported himself and stood up. He shook his dizzy head and said expressionlessly: "I may lose to you temporarily, but I will never lose to you forever."