Chapter 40: Powerful Feeling
As the pictures flashed by, Wang Ping was deeply moved.
Until the end, when everything was over, Wang Ping's spirit also came out of it. He looked dazed and glanced around the wooden house, feeling that it was like a dream and very unreal.
This kind of intertwined time and space, intertwined life, is too contradictory, giving me a feeling like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou.
"Life simulator..." Wang Ping came back to his senses after a long time, muttering to himself: "Is each simulated life really text? Is it a simulated future? Or is the development of each life simulation real, a parallel world? That real feeling is really unforgettable."
"I really thought too much. I actually associated the fantasy world with parallel worlds. After all, the simulated world is too real for me to distinguish between reality and illusion."
Wang Ping came back to his senses, patted his forehead and smiled bitterly.
The impact of this life experience on him was so profound that he could hardly forget many scenes and always felt that he could not distinguish between the real world and the simulated world.
"Wang Ping in the simulation is a microcosm of life in the simulated future. He hates his own incompetence and weakness..." Wang Ping pushed open the door, looked up at the starry sky, and whispered: "In the final analysis, what I have to do remains unchanged. I must become stronger. In this way, I will not die, nor will I watch my old friends wither away."
It was at this time that a powerful force appeared in Wang Ping's body, and his cultivation level directly soared to the first level of Lingyuan Realm.
This powerful feeling made him addicted.
However, Wang Ping was also very clear that his current foundation was quite superficial.
After all, he took too many drugs. Ever since he started practicing cultivation, he has never been without pills.
From today on, he can no longer take drugs recklessly, otherwise his foundation will be too weak and sooner or later he will be stuck at a certain level and find it difficult to make progress.
Take Bai Tianhong for example. He is in a big force like Jianling Sect, and his master is the Grand Elder. What resources does he not have?
However, he stayed true to himself, never took drugs, and devoted himself to cultivation and sword practice.
Even so, his cultivation progress was extremely fast, and he could easily break through any bottleneck. Nothing could stop him at all.
This is Bai Tianhong's foundation. It is not perfect, but it is definitely solid to the extreme.
For Bai Tianhong, breaking through the bottleneck may be a natural thing.
Wang Ping had a hunch that this isolated overseas island was too small, and the martial arts heritage was too weak, or it had been interrupted from generation to generation.
The geniuses from poor and weak places are not necessarily weaker than those from big sects. What they lack is only opportunities.
If Bai Tianhong was in the Eastern Wilderness that Cai Yonglong mentioned, with Bai Tianhong's qualifications and character, he would probably rise with an astonishing momentum.
"There are few people like Brother Bai in the world." Wang Ping sighed.
“Drink!”
The next day, Wang Ping walked in Chi Village, watching the children drinking animal milk, laughing and playing, and watching the older children like Chi Feng sweating and practicing martial arts, his mood gradually calmed down.
He likes the feeling of having a high level of cultivation and being in a high position, and he also likes this feeling of peace.
However, now he prefers this peaceful feeling, which can gradually eliminate his complicated emotions and make him calm.
"Hey, Wang Ping, don't wander around all the time. It would be better if you could practice martial arts with me or go hunting." Seeing Wang Ping coming over, Chi Hu patted his shoulder and shouted in his unique loud voice: "Otherwise, even if you have a special physique and your cultivation is improving rapidly, without a solid martial arts foundation and practical experience, something bad will definitely happen in the future."
"I have solid practical experience." Wang Ping said with a smile.
"Since you revealed your physique that can absorb spirit stones to improve your cultivation, you haven't come to me to practice, and you're still solid." Chihu curled his lips and said disdainfully: "I think you are just strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and you will fall down at the slightest blow."
"Then, let's have a competition?" Wang Ping said with a smile, not caring about Chihu's ridicule.
He knew very well that the men of Chicun were all genuine and heroic men. Chihu had no intention of mocking him. He just wanted to provoke him to practice more boxing and gain more practical experience.
"Okay." Chihu grinned, revealing his white and solid teeth, and rubbed his hands together: "Hehe, although we have the same cultivation, I only need three moves to defeat you."
"Haha." Wang Ping said with a smile: "I don't accept this. How about making a bet? Let's bet that all your meat and drinks today belong to me."
"Damn, you're so cruel. I'll go crazy if I don't eat meat or drink alcohol for a day." Chihu's face twitched.
"Didn't you say you could defeat me in three moves? How come you don't have that much confidence?" Wang Ping turned around and challenged him, eager to try. "Are you afraid of me?"
"Who would be afraid of a skinny guy like you?" Chihu glared and rubbed his hands together, "Since you said so, don't blame me for beating you hard later. Today, I will let you see the difference in combat experience."
"Fight! Fight!"
Some children were making a fuss.
"It's open, it's open." An older child said loudly.
"I bet a piece of meat, Uncle Chihu wins."
"I bet two pieces of meat, Uncle Chihu wins!"
"I bet on a bowl of animal milk, Brother Wang Ping wins!"
Chifeng raised his hand.
"Chifeng, why do you bet that Brother Wang Ping will win? Brother Wang Ping has never fought, and I always feel that he can't even beat us when we are on the same level." A little girl with pigtails in Chicun blinked her bright and beautiful eyes and muttered.
"That's right." The other children also agreed, and none of them thought Wang Ping would win.
"I believe in Brother Wang Ping." Chi Feng said firmly, "Like Uncle Chihu, to use the words of Brother Wang Ping's storytelling, at first glance he is just a passerby template, a background figure. And Brother Wang Ping has a mysterious origin, and at first glance he is not simple."
"Uh..." Wang Ping was speechless.
"You kid, what kind of stories do you tell Chifeng every day? You actually said that I was a passerby template or a background board." Chihu's forehead was full of black lines, and he stared at Wang Ping with his eyes as big as copper bells.
“……”Wang Ping was speechless.
This kid Chi Feng, who always pesters him to tell stories from novels, knows a lot about the plot and can say such things, which is surprising to people but not to him.
"Forget it, let's start the fight. Today, I want to see who is the template of passersby and the background board."
Chihu stepped back a little, got into a stance, and snorted.
All the children around stopped practicing martial arts and surrounded the two of them with laughter.
"I'm going to do it!" Seeing that Wang Ping was full of flaws, Chi Hu felt that he could defeat Wang Ping with just one move and become the most dazzling person in the children's eyes. He couldn't help but shout , and rushed towards Wang Ping and punched him.
This punch was powerful and heavy, and there was a strong acquired fire energy surrounding it, making it extremely hot.
At the critical moment, Wang Ping remained calm and slightly turned his body to avoid the punch.
Then he casually slapped out with his palm, and the red tiger flew out. He fell to the ground and couldn't get up again.
This left Chihu dumbfounded.
Just now Wang Ping didn't move, and he thought Wang Ping was frightened. He was just about to retract his strength, but who knew that Wang Ping had a calm expression, slightly turned sideways to avoid his punch, and then slapped him away with a palm at a tricky angle.
If this was a life-and-death battle, Wang Ping's palm strike just now would have been enough to take his life.
For a moment, Chihu even doubted his life. Who was the elite hunter in the village and who was the rookie who had just started practicing martial arts?
