Infinite World Projection

The middle-aged man showed some interest and looked at Chen Changming with some expectation in his heart.

"My heart is hot, I always feel that there is a rush of heat in my heart, there is the phenomenon of blood boiling..."

Chen Changming spoke softly and said so.

"Is it so fast?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, and this thought flashed through his mind at this time.

Long before, he knew that Chen Changming's aptitude was very high, and he was the best talented aptitude among the first batch.

It's just that he didn't expect that, just once, the visualization completed by Chen Changming in front of him would directly reach this level.

To a certain extent, this shows that his spiritual wisdom is so deep that he can do it just after contact.

Standing there, looking at Chen Changming in front of him, various thoughts flashed in his mind, but he fell silent on the surface, seeming to be lost in thought.

It was not until a long time later that he raised his head and looked at Chen Changming in front of him.

"Boy, do you believe there are immortals in this world?"

When the voice fell, Chen Changming was taken aback.

After a while, he reacted, with some hesitation on his face timely: "The so-called immortal, is it the illusory story recorded in the novel Zhiyi, or are some ordinary people who mistakenly identify the warrior? "

"Not those."

The middle-aged man shook his head and looked at Chen Changming earnestly: "It's a real fairy."

"Call the wind and call the rain, pull mountains and mountains, do everything."

"This...should be absent..."

Chen Changming maintained his previous hesitation, and continued to speak: "But this vast world is omnipresent, maybe in a corner of the world, it may not be true that there are immortals."

"You are right."

Listening to Chen Changming's answer, the middle-aged man smiled and then continued: "There are really immortals in the world."

"And the so-called immortal is like a warrior, made of human beings."

"It's just different from practicing martial arts. If you want to cultivate immortality, not everyone can do it. You must have spiritual wisdom in your body..."

"This is easy to understand."

Chen Changming nodded: "Even if you are practicing martial arts, you can also have superior or inferior aptitude. If Xiuxian really exists, so naturally..."

"Not bad."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "And you, kid, are a person of wit."

"On the fifth floor of the attic of the Taiyuan, there are many secret books."

He looked at Chen Changming and said softly: "Go in and take a look, you'll know what's going on."

When the voice fell, he didn't say much, turned around and left, showing a masterful look.

"The fifth floor of the attic of the Taiyuan?"

Standing in place, looking at the back of the middle-aged man, Chen Changming thoughtfully.

The scene that has been with the other party for so long is finally a bit dry.

He had also been to the so-called attic of the court before.

In the previous two months, he spent almost every day reading books in it, watching various classics of martial arts.

But he didn't know that there was a fifth floor in this so-called imperial court.

"It looks like it should be a secret place..."

Looking at the back of the middle-aged man leaving, Chen Changming's face was calm, and this thought flashed in his mind.

This is not so strange.

The same book is always precious or not.

It is also normal for some precious or unsuitable classics to be viewed by ordinary people.

It's totally understandable.

Standing in place, Chen Changming watched the middle-aged man leave, then after a moment of contemplation, he turned around and walked towards somewhere.

Before long, he came to an attic.

In the past, he has been to this loft, and it can be said that he has been to many times.

But this time it was different.

As soon as Chen Changming walked into it, someone greeted him.

"My son, please come with me."

In the attic, a seemingly young young man in his early twenties stood there, and at the moment he respectfully saluted Chen Changming.

Chen Changming is no stranger to this person. He seems to be an entourage of a middle-aged man before.

"Mr. Fan Jing has already explained, let you go straight up after you come."

Walking in front of Chen Changming, the young man spoke in a voice and said to Chen Changming.

"Fan Jing..."

Chen Changming said this name in his heart, his face remained calm, just following the person in front of him.

They moved forward slowly, slowly walking forward.

Under Chen Changming's gaze, they continued to move forward and came to a corner.

Then, in front of Chen Changming's eyes, the young man took out the key, opened an iron door, and brought Chen Changming to another compartment.

"That's it..."

Opening the door, the young man returned to his senses, looked at Chen Changming with a smile, and then said, "Here is everything that should be there. If there is any need, the son can also explain."

"Trouble..."

Chen Changming bowed slightly to express his gratitude.