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Chapter 1 Dreaming and Filming

"Fuck-"

Li Boda suddenly sat up from the bed, his face pale, his forehead covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, even the clothes he was wearing were wet with sweat.

Li Boda gasped for breath, subconsciously covering his chest with his right hand, and groping for a while.

"Huh? I'm fine?" Li Boda looked down at his chest and found that his chest was fine, without any wound at all.

Li Boda finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked around a little confused, and found himself lying in the school dormitory.

"Big Bird, why are you yelling so early in the morning?" A fat man in the dormitory was woken up by Li Boda and complained in a daze.

"I had a nightmare." Li Boda responded casually, but he couldn't help but doubt, was it really just a dream?
It seemed like a dream. Li Boda took out his cell phone and checked the time. He had just slept all night and it was now the next day.

It's just a dream, and things in dreams should be very vague.

However, Li Boda remembered many details of his dream very clearly.

It felt like he had experienced the life of the person in his dream.

The person in the dream had a name that seemed very perfunctory. His name was Zhang San. Zhang San had been a disciple of Liu Zhengfeng of the Hengshan School since he was a child. He learned a set of internal skills, a set of Hengshan swordsmanship and a set of unknown palm techniques.

As far as I can remember, Zhang San was not very diligent in practicing martial arts. After practicing for more than ten years, he did not achieve much.

Afterwards, Liu Zhengfeng retired from the sect. As a disciple of Liu Zhengfeng of the Hengshan Sect, he was stabbed in the chest by someone from the Songshan Sect.

When I died, the suffocating feeling of death, as if a sword had pierced my chest and heart, still lingered in my mind.

"Was it really a dream?" Li Boda subconsciously recalled Zhang San's martial arts practice and found that many of Zhang San's memories of practicing martial arts were still quite clear.

Zhang San was confused about the martial arts training and internal strength part, and it seemed that he had only remembered less than 30% of the content. It was so incomplete that he couldn't practice it at all.

I remember the palm techniques quite clearly, about 50% to 60%. But I remember the Hengshan sword techniques a bit more, about 70% to 80%.

Li Boda was very confused that he could actually remember the content of martial arts training in his dream.

Although, when I dream, sometimes I always dream that I become a superman, a martial arts master, a god, etc., and possess extraordinary means.

But after waking up, who can remember the extraordinary methods in the dream so clearly?

But right now, he has so many things in his mind.

Is it because I played a minor role in The Smiling, Proud Wanderer last year? Li Boda couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Last summer vacation, Li Boda returned to school a little early. With nothing to do, he went to Hengdian for a stroll. Then, by coincidence, he played a minor role in the crew of "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer".

This is the character of Liu Zhengfeng's disciple who was killed by people from Songshan Sect when Liu Zhengfeng retired from the sect. He may not even have a real face.

After that, Li Boda came back. More than half a year had passed. Suddenly, for no apparent reason, he had a dream in which a guy named Zhang San was stabbed to death with a sword by people from the Songshan School.

The next moment, Li Boda quickly got up from the bed, took out paper and pen, and started writing quickly.

Dreams are quite mysterious. When you wake up from a dream, you will remember everything in it clearly, but after a while, you may forget it completely.

Li Boda didn't know whether the martial arts he dreamed of were real or fake.

He didn't know if he would forget it in a while.

To be on the safe side, write it down first.

Li Boda copied down the Hengshan sword technique that he remembered most clearly first, followed by the palm technique, and then the internal strength. He wrote them down in the order of how much he remembered.

It took Li Boda a long time to finish writing.

After that, Li Boda began to get restless.

Seeing the straight broom in the dormitory, Li Boda picked it up and tried to make a sword flower like in his dream. It felt strange, especially strange, without any sense of familiarity from practicing swordsmanship, as if the dream was really just a dream.

"Big Bird, what are you doing?" The fat man in the dormitory frowned and couldn't help asking as he looked at Li Boda who was swinging a broom around the dormitory.

"Nothing, just checking if the broom is still working."

"Big Bird, are you sick? What time is it now? First you were startled, and now you're playing with your broom."

"Go to sleep." Li Boda put the broom back in its place.

"Then I have to be able to sleep too. I was sleeping so well, but suddenly I was woken up by you." The fat man muttered dissatisfiedly.

"At worst, I can go buy food now and bring you breakfast."

"Thank you, Dad." The fat man was immediately happy.

Li Boda gave the fat man a middle finger, then went out with his meal card.

But on the way to the cafeteria, Li Boda was thinking about his dream.

The dream seemed too real, as if he had experienced the life of a man named Zhang San.

He remembered many of the sword techniques, palm techniques and even internal energy techniques very clearly.

And that Zhang San seems to be from the world of "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer".

Coincidentally, Li Boda once played a guest role in "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer", although the guest role had no name, he was just a disciple that Liu Zhengfeng could not remember the name of.

But the way the supporting character was beaten to death was exactly the same as that of Zhang San in the dream.

"Could it be the golden finger?"

"system?"

"Boss?"

"father?"

"son?"

Li Boda muttered to himself for a long time but couldn't say anything out loud.

"It still feels a bit strange. Half a year ago, I played a minor role in The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, and today I dreamed about that minor role's life?"

"There must be something going on here."

"Because I played a minor role, I dreamed about the life of a minor role. If I continue acting, will I be able to continue dreaming about other people's lives?"

"If I were to play Liu Zhengfeng, or even Linghu Chong, would I have more martial arts skills, or even sword techniques like the Dugu Nine Swords?"

The more Li Boda thought about it, the brighter his eyes became.

At this moment, Li Boda suddenly thought of his future path.

To be honest, as a poor student majoring in civil engineering at a third-rate university, Li Boda is still quite confused about his future.

After all, in college, he either played games with others or read novels every day. More than three years passed in a daze and he learned almost nothing.

I will be going to an internship in my senior year. If nothing goes wrong, I will be moving bricks at a construction site.

But now that something unexpected has happened, he doesn't want to go to the construction site to carry bricks anymore. He wants to go to film a movie, he wants to be an actor, he wants to dream of meeting more powerful people and mastering more things.

He wants to become a martial arts master, even a god, he wants to be immortal!!!
(End of this chapter)