In the mysterious blue fog, I was like returning to my childhood era, carefree and peaceful, and at the same time, I thought of Han Tie, the birds I fed with when I was a child, were the deepest memory of my childhood.

When I was a child, my father picked up white pigeons from the field, under the care of the cold iron childlike heart, had a deep affection for the pigeons. Every afternoon, he took the pigeons to play in the wild. The pigeons flew gracefully, and he was behind the pigeons, chasing with a smile.

When the cold iron was immersed in the beautiful memories, a blue fog was undergoing strange changes beside him. As the fog condensed, a transparent white pigeon appeared in this space. Then the pigeon flapped its wings and flew gracefully in the blue fog.

Han Tie came to his senses and looked at the doves in surprise in the blue smoke, quietly watching the doves shuttle and go through the smoke until a few minutes later, it turned into smoke again.

After the pigeon disappeared, Han Tie seemed to think of something. He closed his eyes and quietly meditated on a little yellow dog he had raised as a child. Just as he thought about the little yellow dog, the blue mist suddenly flipped, and a little yellow dog appeared in the blue smoke.

The little yellow dog is cute and adorable. He barked around Han Tie, with agility and spirit. Han Tie looked at the little yellow dog's two thighs on his front legs and felt a little excited.

A few minutes later, the yellow dog dissipated, and Han Tie continued to meditate again. The girlfriend who had already parted, was in the turbulent mist, and a weak and dignified girl appeared in the blue smoke. The girl's eyes were dull and she stood blankly in the blue smoke.

Han Tie looked at the girl quietly, with a complicated expression. Finally, he sighed sadly and shook his head with a smile.

When the girl dissipated, the weakness in Han Tie's eyes slowly faded away.

At this time, the blue fog was not as dense as when I first came in. It was like the morning fog in the morning, dissipating and fading in the warming of the rising sun.

Based on the changes in front of Han Tie, Han Tie speculated that the mysterious blue smoke could be repeated and turned into something he was meditating, but at the same time it would need to consume itself. The mysterious attributes of this blue smoke made Han Tie very curious. He closed his eyes and couldn't wait to start meditating on the illusory characters. He wanted to experiment with whether he could meditate on something that did not exist.

The faith of immortals was found in China long before Taoism came into being. Later, it was absorbed by Taoism and divided into several levels of gods, golden immortals, celestial immortals, earth immortals, human immortals, etc. Far before Buddhism was introduced to China, there was a legend of immortals in China.

Han Tie fantasizes about immortals. Of course, he has never seen immortals, but the immortals are ethereal and out of the world, free and easy, control the great power and domineering nature of the world, and see through the loneliness of the world. All kinds of images from the immortals in film and television novels, cross the mind of Han Tie. In Han Tie's heart, Ming wants to portray a fairy.

At the moment when the immortals were formed by Han Tiexin Shen meditating, the entire blue smoke space was like a cup of water added to a boiling oil pan, and it boiled violently.

The smoke condensed towards a little bit wildly. In a blink of an eye, it took time to evacuate all the blue smoke around, leaving a blank space. The smoke condensed a little, exuding a misty breath. When this aura appeared, Han Tie involuntarily thought of the immortal, as if someone told him in his ear that this was the immortal, the aura of the immortal.

The breath swept across the entire space, and faint ripples spread from the point of the fairy aura and towards the periphery.

"Is this going to create immortals?"

Han Tie's consciousness was extremely shocked, and felt the appearance of the fairy energy, and his expression was dull.

Immortals have been circulated since ancient times, immortality is the goal pursued by sentient beings. At this moment, at this moment, is it that the aura of immortals that meditate appears, which makes Han Tie stunned? Then, the legend in the ancient years is true, there are really immortals.

At this moment, Han Tie felt an unspeakable excitement, an unknown touch. As a modern person, he was the first to see the immortal, and resolved the contradiction between materialism and idealism in his heart.

Han Tie's thoughts were full of twists and turns, but it was completed in an instant. At the same time, the blue smoke condensed, and the point of fairy energy formed suddenly disappeared without a trace, completely evaporating from this space.

Han Tie couldn't help but be stunned. Before he could react, a huge repulsive force came from this space, which acted on his consciousness and was instantly repelled.

"Forehead."

Han Tie said in pain, and his left hand naturally stroked his forehead.

Two minutes later, a little tingling pain still came in my mind, but it was already within a tolerable range.

When I came to my senses, I was still holding a strange walnut in my left hand, but at this time, the walnut turned into its original appearance when I was picked up in the watch space, with a black hard shell, and the name walnut was really worthy of its name.

"This is too strange. Even the space that can achieve everything you want can be created through meditation and is born. But it feels very illusory."

Han Tie looked at Walnut in a daze and murmured to himself.

After experiencing a series of things, but in just a few minutes, roommate Hu Suo was still reading the novel, listening to Han Tie's muffled groan in pain, and leaning out his head in the quilt to see that it was the boss, and he was not curious about asking, and continued to lie down.

The needle hole pierced on the thumb gathered a drop of blood. Cold iron dripped the blood on the walnut based on the principle of no waste. Then he thought about it, and squeezed it hard with another hand, and several drops of blood dripped on the walnut one after another.

The walnuts come without rejecting them, and the dripping blood, like water encounters a sponge, is quickly absorbed.

Han Tie blinked his eyes and looked at the walnut expectantly.

Hope is full, reality is the backbone. This sentence made Han Tie deeply understand it at this time.

The expected change did not happen, and the walnut shell was still rough, which disappointed the Han Iron waiting by the side.

However, Han Tie felt a mysterious connection with the walnut, which strengthened a little as the blood dripped.

"No, how can all your wishes come true in this world? The basic law of the universe is equivalent exchange. Although I don't know that walnuts are refined by immortals or super civilizations, I must abide by the basic laws of the universe, and energy objects will not disappear and be born out of thin air."

Han Tie frowned and thought carefully. In the experience just now, although it was "real", it showed dreaminess in reality. This dreamy feeling was very familiar, as if he had experienced it countless times.

Yes, it is a dream, it is a dream.

Han Tie suddenly realized that this familiar feeling was a dream that he had to experience almost every night as he grew up.

Dreams, illusory and confusion, implement every person with a healthy mind throughout his life. Everyone has to come into contact with dreams every night. Perhaps when he wakes up in the morning, he will forget everything in his dreams, but this feeling of dreaming, accompanied by his dreamy feeling throughout his life, will not be forgotten. In the dream, it is impossible to tell whether he is dreaming. However, the feeling of being unrestrained, free and natural, and what he wants is deeply engraved in everyone's mind.
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