People Sign In At The Mountain Village Leisurely

Chapter 177

In the childhood memories that have become blurred, almost comparable to the fragmented dreams, and only a glimpse of light remains, the magical power or Transcendent power that Liu Ping wants to possess the most, should be to fly through the clouds and fog.

At that time, I should be still in elementary school. At that time, Journey to the West was broadcast. At that time, there should be a lot of friends, like him, dreaming of flying through the clouds and fog, like a monkey, you can go and go on the blue sky and white clouds. .

It doesn't matter if you don't have a somersault cloud, other gods are like Taibai, Guanyin, etc. It is also very exciting to be able to attract a white cloud.

No matter how bad it is, it should be like those monsters, and it is good to be able to control the thick fog of Monster Qi.

Of course, no one knows how to do somersault clouds, and Tengyun can only be a luxury, even the lowest-end driving fog, not everyone can play around.

Just like the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms of North Qiaofeng who held the ball left and right, hugged a big watermelon and smashed a big fireball, even if it was just self-dubbing and special effects, not everyone can enjoy it. Have fun.

You have to learn to be drunk and have fun. To put it bluntly, it is self-deception and self-hypnosis. Being able to ignore external influences and immerse yourself in the own Minor World basically ignores external influences, including but not limited to strange eyes and parents. The violent beating.

Reckless pure YY.

In this respect, the pretty pitiful rural children behaved very well.

Therefore, every noon, when the sun is the most venomous, a group of little kids who come home from school will whizz on the country dirt road in groups, deliberately rubbing their feet and kicking ashes, creating a scene of billowing smoke.

The country dirt roads at that time were really just dirt roads. Because of the hot sun and dry climate and the crushing of vehicles, there was a thick layer of fine dust that could sink into the ankle in some places.

It was originally a place where you have to watch a little while walking. The kid is not empty at all. He deliberately kicks up the billowing smoke for it, plus self-expression and self-narcissism, it is almost equivalent to the lowest configuration.

Children are easily satisfied. Even the minimum configuration of flying clouds and fog can give them the feeling of flying, and they can also enjoy the joy of exhilarating.

Of course, after going home, will he get a beating because of his ashes? That's another matter.

At that time, Liu Pingan had also played like this. After being beaten, he took the second place and tried to walk the wall like a Rivers and Lakes.

It's just running as a monkey in the ditch, jumping from this rock to that rock, dreaming about flying on the rubbish grass, hoping that one day I can step on my left foot, my right foot, my right foot and my left foot and go straight to the Ninth Stage.

Then he snapped and fell into the water.

Turning into a rookie, he broke his arm and broke it with a click.

I was not beaten this time, but I kept talking about it for a whole year.

From then on, Liu Pingan knew what it meant to be more wrong, and his family conditions really didn't have so many opportunities for fault tolerance.

During the whole year that I was being talked about, the family had to withhold salt even for eating salt.

His brave attempt full of illusions, he suffered a lot, and made life tighter even worse.

The mentality of being timid and fearful of things going wrong was probably cultivated since then.

From ignorance to sensible, from reckless to prudent, there is a price to pay.

The so-called sensible is nothing more than worries. The so-called prudent is nothing more than lack of courage.

Growing up, Liu Pingan had too many worries and a lot of courage, so he became the salted fish who lay down and laughed at him and waited for his death.

To write a novel on the Internet and be a writer, even if he rushes to the grandma's house, he will not give up. It is already his last insistence.

After all, he is no longer a child, and there is only this way to daydream as he pleases.

But now it's different. The unexpected arrival of the country sign-in system gave Liu Ping'an the confidence to daydream. The super AI small in the core of the system has become Liu Ping's biggest reliance.

With confidence, there is courage, and with confidence, there are fewer worries.

Unconsciously, the boundary between reality and dream is not so clear. Sometimes Liu Ping'an is not sure if he is dreaming.

Just like now.

If you are not mistaken, he should be dreaming.

Have a dream of "was dreamed of by Wu Ruomei".

In other words, he is in Wu Ruomei's dream, and his current identity is the person in Wu Ruomei's dream.

So what he saw and heard was based on what Wu Ruomei had seen and heard in reality, imagined and transformed it.

Even what he did was based on what Wu Ruomei did in reality, imagined and transformed it.

Therefore, he should be a sleepwalking consciousness derived from reality projection.

Originally, I have never heard of anyone who can control the self in other people's dreams. You can't control the self in your dreams, let alone the self in other people's dreams.

After all, the illusory existence of dreams is not in the same dimension as reality. It is a world constructed subconsciously or unconsciously. It is specious and unpredictable.

But now Liu Pingan can freely control his own body, even reaching the point where he can do whatever he wants.

No, if he wanted to fly one, he really flew up. He wanted to go straight to Xiaohan, and he really flew into the sky and into the sea of ​​clouds.

It's just that the only thing he can manipulate as he wants is his body.

What he saw and heard was still Wu Ruomei who dreamed of him, based on the conscious perception in reality, subconsciously or unconsciously weaving and constructing dreams.

The specious derivative world is exclusive to Wu Ruomei's dream bubble.

Therefore, Liu Pingan knew that this should be the own farmhouse, and he knew that this was his slightly rudimentary farmhouse on the roof, but he could only see the Yan Luo Temple in the rolling black mist, and only Qionglou in the misty sea of ​​clouds. universe.

It can only be said that Wu Ruomei has a lot of imagination. The good farm courtyard can be imagined as the Temple of Yama, and the good roof color steel canopy can imagine the Immortal Ascension home Sacred Land.

I really look up to Liu Pingan, the master here.

Otherwise, Liu Pingan probably wouldn't have the opportunity to play a big shot.

He just thought about it casually, and he got what he wanted.

He just flew so casually, and he was already straight to the sky.

Above the clouds, it is actually the clouds, the energetic gas turns into lingering clouds and mist, and the looming Qionglou Yuyu adds to the atmosphere of a fairy house.

Below you are the vast sea of ​​clouds, and the bright starry sky above your head. People don't even have to walk in it, just use floating.

It's really soaring through the clouds.

Probably, maybe, it should be able to show the demeanor of the Xianjia boss, right?

Thank you for reading this story at mtlarchive.com. Your support enables us to keep the site running!