I Pretended to Be a God of Fortune in the Fantasy World

Jingcheng, Luoan.

Early in the morning, after Su Ye casually filled his stomach, he came to a somewhat wild forest.

After arriving here, he emptied his mind and body, began to breathe and breathe, and practiced according to the practice method taught to him by his roommate Wang Chao.

In terms of practice, he is very interested.

After personally seeing Wang Chao bend the huge wrench with one of his palms, Su Ye thought it was very handsome and awesome.

He really wanted to see whether Wang Chao, who was known as having the iron head skill, would open his head when he slapped him on the head after he, Su Ye, learned the 'Vajra Palm'.

Wang Chao obviously knew what Su Ye was thinking, and showed disdain: Just you?

Su Ye's eyes were provocative: Heh, let's wait and see!

At this time, Su Ye's breathing, which is known as the pre-Qin Qi refining technique, has already felt quite good.

The Qi in the body can be sensed very clearly.

It's just that the airflow is running around like a mouse, and it's not easy to control.

Moreover, according to Wang Chao, he is old, he has already reached the age of twenty-two, and he may not be able to learn Qi refining in his whole life.

Su Ye scoffed at this—Wang Chao is such an idiot, he doesn't even know how old Su Ye is? He is so handsome and invincible, is he eighteen years old every day?

"ha-"

"ha-"

Su Ye made a powerful sound while gesticulating and exhaling.

He felt that it was more imposing.

At the same time, he also felt that the sounds of those high-level people fighting on TV should also come from their throats or shouts.

Didn't Jay Chou also use his mouth to sing "Nunchaku"?

Heh heh heh.

While refining Qi, Su Ye tried to guide the Qi in his body to strike upwards.

It's just a pity that when it reached the back, the breath seemed to be blocked, and it couldn't rush up no matter what.

"Is this really impossible?"

Su Ye frowned slightly, feeling a little irritable.

"Heaven did not give birth to me, Su Ye, refining Qi for eternity is like a long night."

Su Ye muttered, and then began to use his clever brain.

"In the final analysis, if the qi cannot go up, it means that there is congestion in the back. Let it be blocked, just flush it away."

"The internal energy is insufficient, and it can't be controlled to become a spiral acceleration, and it can't be condensed into needles..."

"Then use external force to strike."

Su Ye thought about it, and felt that his idea was really a genius.

Those pre-Qin qi refiners and so on are still not good after all.

Such a method was not actively recorded and taught.

Su Ye thought about it, and tried to say "Boom", "Ha", "Chi Chi—"

Cooperate with the thin air in his body to carry out the impact.

As a result, naturally there was no result.

Afterwards, Su Ye stopped shouting, but came to the center of the forest and found a thick old pine tree.

Then, Su Ye leaned back, and after rubbing against it, he was almost able to touch the airflow on his back.

Therefore, after adjusting his posture, Su Ye turned around, and with the help of the force of the recoil, he slammed his back into the tree fiercely.

"snort!"

"Boom—"

"snort!"

"Boom—"

Su Ye adjusted the rhythm and kept bumping.

The pine needles of the pine tree sprinkled from top to bottom from time to time, piercing Su Ye's head or back, it was very green.

Su Ye didn't care at all.

It's remote here, but not without people coming.

After all, the remote places near the university are also the favorite places of some wild mandarin ducks.

Therefore, men and women passed by from time to time, and looked at Su Ye in amazement.

Su Ye went her own way and didn't care.

At this time, a young man came from a distance, and when he saw Su Ye's performance, the expression on his face became brighter.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he said, "Su Ye, what are you doing again? Are you hitting like this? Does this tree have any grudge against you?"

Su Ye glanced at the young man with a look that everyone is drunk and the only one is sober: "What do you know? I am practicing and practicing my back."

When Su Ye spoke, there were sounds of 'hum' and 'boom', so that the young man couldn't hear clearly.

"Practice???????"

When the young man heard the words, he repeated it instinctively, and then the corners of his mouth twitched.

"He...he...he can't do it? How old is this..."

Behind the young man, a woman in an apricot yellow dress and light makeup sighed.

As she spoke, she instinctively tugged on the skirt again, and carefully looked around the skirt. She didn't find any foreign objects, so she felt relieved.

"It's okay, it's very clean, and I didn't get it in there."

The young man said something, then shook his head, and said: "This person is a bit stupefied, he's a second-year middle school student, he probably couldn't do anything, he was stimulated..."

The young man lowered his voice, then watched Su Ye practice hard there with a sad face, and dragged his girlfriend away again and again.

Su Ye remained expressionless and continued to refine Qi vigorously.

Unfortunately, his genius idea did not achieve a miracle.

After bumping for a while, Su Ye released a fishy and sweet breath from his throat.

Then, his back became numb, and his arms seemed to be out of control.

"Uh, it shouldn't be too hasty. It seems that this method is too powerful, and it needs to be developed gradually and step by step."

"Well, then hit another hundred times."

"We'll continue tomorrow then."

"Practice for two hours a day, hit five hundred times."

"No, five hundred is not a good number, so six hundred and sixty-six."

"Six-six Dashun, this number is comfortable."

"A hundred times doesn't seem too good."

"Then hit one hundred and eight more."

"The interval between each stroke must be fixed, and the interval is three seconds."

"Four seconds, the pronunciation of four is not good."

"Five seconds isn't very good either."

"Six seconds is good. Six is ​​a good number, but the interval is too long, which is not good for practice."

"Then three seconds apart."

"Bump once every three seconds."

"One hundred and eight strokes, three hundred and twenty-four seconds."

"Perfect."

Su Ye thought about it, and then smiled, feeling comfortable.

Then he tidied up the collars of the clothes, making the collars of the shirts on both sides very straight, and at the same time making the neck exposed by the open buttons very symmetrical.

He evened out all the wrinkles on the shirt, and lifted up his trousers.

Su Ye felt more comfortable.

However, when he looked up at the tree, he felt a little uncomfortable again.

The tree was knocked off some of its bark, so it looks like it's puffed up and dented a little bit.

"This won't work, the bark on this side has to be dented."

"Then the action of hitting the tree and hitting this side cannot be counted in the one hundred and eight times."

"That's just to smooth out the trunk."

"The practice doesn't work that way, and it feels like it doesn't work."

Therefore, with such thoughts, Su Ye began to hit the tree.

Twist left, bump right.

After a while, he turned around to take a look.

As a result, this side was flat, and the other side was not so flat.

In short, it's always a little bit less interesting.

I don't know how many times I bumped into it. In the end, Su Ye's shirt was torn and his back was covered in blood.

The tree was hit symmetrically, but his one hundred and eight times hadn't started yet.

Su Ye felt the piercing pain in his back, stared blankly at the blood-stained but smooth tree trunk, and fell into depression.

"Today I can't accomplish the set goal again."

"Do you want to give up?"

"I have to work hard and don't want to give up."

"But my back really hurts."

"The ancients said that where there is a will, there is a way, and hard work pays off."

"But I also said, if you are persistent, why bother to sleep three times and wake up five times; the most useless thing is to be exposed to the cold ten days a day."

"Then is it better to practice hard at three o'clock and five o'clock? Or is it better to practice properly and persevere for a long time?"

"Tangled ah."

"Sharpening a knife is not the same as chopping firewood."

"I'll see what the board says first."

"Do you work hard to achieve your dreams, or let nature take its course and put your body first?"

Su Ye fell into self-spiritual friction, starting with whether to continue hitting the tree, and then whether to work hard.

What is the point of working hard?

Effort is not really meaningful.

In the end, Su Ye successfully indulged in all kinds of compelling jokes, unable to extricate himself.

Come noon.

Su Ye didn't eat lunch.

I kept swiping my phone until the phone ran out of battery.

The blood on the back was glued to the shirt and had dried up.

"Forget it, I'm not in good shape today! Adjust your body, eat and drink well, and recharge your batteries."

"Study hard in the afternoon, and don't drink tea or coffee at night. Get up at five o'clock tomorrow morning to practice."

"From tomorrow onwards, I will strictly implement my Qi refining plan, and I can no longer be as slack as I am today."

"However, today is not without gains. I have successfully understood the confusion in my heart, and my thoughts have become clear."

"But what these people seem to say is not very reasonable."

"Sharpening a knife is not a mistake in chopping firewood. I won't study in the afternoon. I will study this issue thoroughly."

Su Ye continued his entanglement again.

Then he turned around, looked at the sunlight, and then at his own shadow, keeping himself at an absolute forty-five-degree angle with the shadow, and moving forward beautifully all the way.

The boy who was sweating profusely in the sun was still so energetic.

…

Su Li watched silently for the whole morning from two thousand meters away.

His whole body is a little bad.

The Su Ye in his memory was not such a second grader.

But maybe it's because he didn't really understand Su Ye.

However, in my memory, Su Ye did help him tidy up his clothes several times, and several times said that he was not suitable for a side part.

This made Su Li think that Su Ye was also a little blackie.

Now that Su Li saw this scene with his own heart, he couldn't control his complex emotions.

"This... This man is Su Ho's brother? How did this brain grow up like this?"

In Su Li's soul sea world.

Empress Fang Yuening didn't hold back after all, and couldn't help asking.

Not that she was curious.

Rather, Su Ho's excellence gave her too much of a shock, and she hasn't recovered until now.

You know, Su Ho's brother is still the brother with almost the same blood!

This made Empress Fang Yuening look forward to it for a while, wanting to see what kind of earth-shattering performance such a young man would have.

After watching Su Ye's performance now.

Empress Fang Yuening was indeed a bit earth-shattering.

It's just that this earth-shattering, is the kind of indescribable earth-shattering.

This is really touching.

At this time, Empress Fang Yuening couldn't help but think of the sentence Su Ho mentioned - my brother is a bit of a second-year student, a bit naive...

God, your brother, he is in the second grade, is he naive?

This is simply outrageous, jaw-dropping way of thinking, okay?

Fang Yuening looked at Su Li strangely, and was speechless for a moment.

The so-called country is easy to change, and nature is difficult to change.

In the world of Tianta, Su Ye can only be said to be a bit stubborn at best, and will not look back until he hits the south wall.

But right now...

Su Li also had no way to talk about it.

If it's a physical problem, then for Su Li, it's really not difficult to treat it well.

If there is a hole in his brain, Su Li can also wash his tendons and cut his marrow, and clean up all the dregs in his mind.

But this character...

This is hopeless.

This is like Su Wangchen...

Su Wangchen's personality, how many times Su Li has given him opportunities, has he changed?

No change.

What about Su Ye?

Su Ye is in good health, very good.

Otherwise, if someone else bumped into him like this, his internal organs would have been crushed and he would have died long ago.

But Su Ye was fine, and when he was struggling, his body was gradually recovering.

Is he out of his mind?

There is nothing wrong with his brain, and his intelligence is by no means bad.

Ordinary people are confused about many things, but he not only knows how to study, but also picks bones in eggs, and has to understand all kinds of problems when encountering difficulties.

With such a performance, every small problem in learning will be magnified by him.

The reason why he didn't score better than Su Wangchen's college entrance examination is because he didn't finish his papers.

It's not that I can't finish it, but there is a little knowledge in one of the questions on the paper that is a little bit extra.

The general meaning of this topic is: Assume that a certain formula is established.

Su Ye's entangled question is: Why is this certain formula established? You said it was established when it was established? What if it doesn't work?

Then, Su Ye was in the examination room of the college entrance examination, and checked on the draft paper whether the formula could be established.

Then…

If it wasn't for the invigilator reminding that there are still 30 minutes left.

Maybe Su Ye couldn't complete all the questions after this question.

And this is just a fill-in-the-blank question in the exam.

With such a result, Su Ye, who was expected to be the top scorer with full marks, almost failed in mathematics.

…

Think of some things in Su Ye's past, combined with his current situation.

Su Li could only shake his head helplessly, and sighed: "He He still said it very implicitly, this is no middle school."

Fang Yuening: "..."

For the first time, the empress discovered that she was surprisingly consistent with Su Li's point of view at this moment.

And so heartfelt.

The Empress thought for a while, and said, "Her statement is indeed very modest. Then Su Li, how do you plan to help him?"

Su Li took a deep breath, feeling a little dizzy.

His other body, Guixu Heiying, had a lot of contact with Su Ye.

However, the 20,000-year memories of Returning to the Ruins were not synchronized much.

The main reason is to avoid being infiltrated, and the resonance intercommunication will produce abnormalities, which will lead to the leakage of secrets.

It's like the identity of Su Ho, the woman in white gauze skirt, and Feng Qianwei's corresponding cause and effect, which obviously cannot be known.

I know, it is impossible to keep secrets in the world of Tianta.

But vaguely, Su Li could be considered to have judged it.

In fact, Su Ye has always been the Su Ye in front of him.

However, with the improvement of his ability, many problems no longer need to be entangled with the powerful him.

Things that want to be done can be done.

So it looks normal.

But if he is beyond his power, his situation will intensify.

"Also, Su Wangchen used to have a very serious obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"At the time I used to think he did it on purpose."

"But in fact, he can't control it at all, which is the manifestation of real obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"However, it is very easy to deal with this kind of problem. Let him be hard-pressed and tired enough, and the time is so tight that he has no time to think about asymmetry, irrationality and other issues, and that's enough."

"Other than that, let him suffer."

"Don't turn back if you don't hit the south wall? Head iron? Then go hit the south wall and turn back, and the head iron will hit your head and it will be fine."

After careful analysis, Su Li made an analysis based on the identity of the 'Master' and the way to deal with it.

At this time, he also understood that Guixu Heiying, Su Ye's "master", was correcting Su Ye in this way.

Do you think Yan Ji has big breasts?

Want to know whether it is soft or not?

The master directly asked him to touch it, and then he was beaten.

Next time I will know not to touch it casually.

Think swordsmanship is not good-looking?

Then you have been killed by swordsmanship until you know that good-looking swordsmanship is useless, and you will naturally appreciate the charm of bad-looking swordsmanship.

In short, it is...

Specializes in treating dissatisfaction, and specializes in hitting the head.

Su Li's thoughts turned, and soon he had a perfect answer in his mind.

It was thanks to Guixu Heiying who had been Su Ye's master for 20,000 years, otherwise he would not be able to forcibly treat the terminal illness of the middle school boy.

For Su Li, Su Ye's situation was really much more difficult to deal with than many terminal illnesses.

"While I will help him protect his body with my imperial spirit, I will be a grandfather for a while."

"This kind of two-year-old boy likes adventures the most, and then thinks he is the protagonist."

Su Li responded to Fang Yuening.

Fang Yuening: "..."

Fang Yuening hesitated: "A way similar to mine? Then do you think you are the protagonist?"

Su Li smiled and said: "I don't care if I am the protagonist or not, I just care that I am the protagonist of your body, mind and soul, and I am the only protagonist."

Fang Yuening snorted softly, and said: "If you continue to speak indiscriminately and frivolously, I will ignore you. You are the master of the world, so you have to act accordingly, don't act like a ruffian."

Su Li smiled and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Fang Yuening snorted again, she looked cold on the surface, but she was a little happy in her heart.

Su Li said softly: "If I help him directly, it will be meaningless to him. Instead, he needs to have that kind of adventure, and then issue tasks, experience and other ways to guide him.

The reason why he internalizes himself is because he has the ability to do it in many aspects, but he is a little bit worse, so he feels that he can change.

But to treat obsessive-compulsive disorder and do some powerless things, he still has to face it.

Gradually, he will compromise.

But compromise is not to destroy the fighting spirit, but to let him learn to compromise temporarily and set up long-term goals to correct those "asymmetrical" things.

Look at such a person, so abnormal, right?

But his greatest ability is to finally correct all the mistakes and omissions of this world.

so.

He is a real sweet potato, and it is really normal to be targeted. "

"God loves the world."

Su Li murmured a sigh.

In fact, he always felt that Su Ye's karma was very special.

Such an existence can be regarded by the light blue star as the guardian of the heavenly way.

How much heart, will, and talent does it take to qualify for this?

Now it seems that Su Li understands.

Su Ye is good at discovering.

Soho is good at tinkering.

This is similar to Renhuang's good at divination and Nuwa's mending the sky.

only…

When I thought of this.

Su Li suddenly felt an extra palpitation.

If it is said that Su Ye possesses the destiny of the emperor.

Su Ho has the destiny of Nuwa.

That…

Then I'm Su Li...

Is it redundant?

Is the meaning of my existence itself the meaning of the world?

Whether I don't exist in the first place, just need such a medium...

At this moment, Su Li suddenly fell into deep doubts about himself.

This scene came so intensely that he almost lost control of his mind.

There was a sudden silence at the scene.

The time of the whole world seems to have stopped suddenly.

"In this world, there is no Su Li."

"It's just that the self-saving of the world requires a Su Li, so a Su Li was arranged forcibly."

"It has always been me, not them, that has never really existed."

In Su Li's mind, there seemed to be voices of the Tao constantly appearing back and forth.

And at the same time.

In the depths of the Hongmeng Research Base.

The Tianshu spar exudes a faint azure blue glow.

Beside the Tianshu spar, the sleeves of Yu Lao's gray linen robe fluttered.

With his hands behind his back, he quietly watched the changes on the Tianshu spar.

"Reversing Hongmeng, as long as you are willing to let the emperor descend, this ancestral land is still yours!"

"Our Chinese civilization of 5,000 years is still yours."

"Mythical civilization is our chance to rise."

"For this, we will pay any price."

"Have faith and have faith."

"Let the people have the people."

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"We can give you whatever you want."

"The only requirement is that the senior management of the Hongmeng Research Base can have the opportunity to be sanctified—the opportunity, not the sanctification."

"Moreover, our starting point must also be at the level of the Golden Immortal, which is what you understand as the level of the Great Luo Golden Immortal."

"And get into management, even if it's just in the middle."

The old man spoke word by word.

At the same time, the entire Tianshu spar began to flicker.

The will of the whole world seems to be controlled.

Obviously, once the prehistoric emperor descends on this side of the world.

The position of the Lord of the World must fall into the hands of Human Emperor Fuxi.

Su Li, who also has the fate of the master of the world, will be erased by the ability of time stillness.

There was silence at the scene.

The Hongmeng Research Base also seems to be waiting for an opportunity to transform into an extreme.

This opportunity will be extremely terrifying and crucial to the Hongmeng Research Base and the entire Huaxia human race.

The old man stared fixedly at the Tianshu spar, his eyes were deep, revealing a deep and undisguised ambition.

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