The weather is still very good, with white clouds in the blue sky and a clear sky.
Still no rain.
After pushing his father out of the hospital, the haze in Murong Feng's heart relaxed a little.
"Dad has been acting very normal these days. Maybe... he was just joking, not mentally disturbed." As soon as Murong Feng thought about this, he heard his father in the wheelchair whisper: "I have been in a coma for the past few years.
, actually went to another world.”
Murong Feng almost threw his father down and kicked him again. Why did he go to another world after being comatose for the past few years? He was obviously crazy and couldn't tell the difference between fiction and reality.
Murong He took a deep breath and said, "I know you won't believe it."
Murong Feng thought to himself: "I believe you are a ghost."
Murong He stretched out a finger and shouted: "Sword!"
Murong Feng reached out and pressed his forehead, unable to bear to look at it.
His father must be crazy.
It's hard to say whether it's a good thing or a bad thing to go from a vegetative state to a mental illness.
Murong Feng was about to push his father to the hospital for a check-up in the psychiatric department.
Countless leaves were pushed by a strange force, rising gracefully, and gathered into a "leaf" sword, with an emerald green chill pointing directly at the center of the eyebrows.
Murong Feng could no longer think, until Murong He turned around and asked with a smile: "Son, do you believe it now?"
Murong Feng asked curiously: "Is this... really a spell?"
Murong He waved his hand gently, causing the leaves to disperse, fall to the ground, and arrange them in the shape of Tai Chi. He said lightly: "I did go to another world in the past few years when I was in coma, and I also became a swordsman by becoming a disciple."
"Son, let me ask you again, are you willing to follow your father to cultivate immortality?"
Murong Feng took a deep breath and said, "Yes!"
"go home!"
"go home?"
Murong Feng thought that if he said yes, his father would take him to another world, show him a brand new world, witness the beauty of the world of immortals, or directly teach him some powerful spells.
Unexpectedly, my father made such a simple and unpretentious request.
Murong He said with a smile: "Of course I'm going home. I haven't been back for a long time. I have to fight and kill there every day. The days are very exciting. I miss the ordinary life on earth very much. I want to enjoy it comfortably.
Peaceful time.”
When the online taxi arrived, Murong Feng moved his father into it and put the wheelchair in the trunk. Murong He's eyes were full of curiosity, but he didn't say a word, showing the deep cultivation of an alien swordsman.
Back at home, as soon as Murong Feng pushed his father through the door, Murong He floated up gently and said, "No need to push me, I can fly by myself."
Seeing his father three feet above the ground, floating around the room, full of curiosity about every corner of the room, Murong Feng couldn't calm down his emotions for a long time.
He still couldn't believe it all.
It was surprising that my father, who had been in a coma for eight years, suddenly woke up. This old father actually practiced in another world and became a swordsman. He was like a genius...
"I want to eat KFC!"
"Okay, I'll order for you, what do you want to eat?"
"What is this?"
"cell phone!"
"Now that the phone looks like this? Where are the buttons? Are they hidden under the slider?"
Murong Feng spent countless words to explain clearly to his old father. Nowadays, mobile phones are like this. He also found a spare machine and downloaded the Qidian Chinese app for his father, so that he could read novels and keep quiet for a while.
Half an hour later, the KFC takeaway was delivered.
Murong He gnawed on fried chicken, drank Coke, and started scrolling through his mobile phone with great interest. He did not read novels, but fell in love with short videos, which made Murong Feng a little worried. Of course, he was not worried that the online literature industry would be impacted by short videos.
I was worried that my father, who had not eaten all year round and relied on nutritional liquids to survive, would cause problems with his body if he ate so much.
Murong He ate seven or eight chicken wings, two hamburgers, and drank a large glass of Coke. There was no sign of any discomfort at all. He was addicted to browsing his mobile phone and seemed to have completely forgotten about teaching his son to cultivate immortality.
Murong Feng was worried for several hours, and finally felt relieved. He had been so stimulated these days. Anyway, his biological father was there, so he didn't feel anxious anymore. He went back to his room, browsed the news for a while, and then fell asleep.
.
In a daze, Murong Feng saw his father, who was wearing ancient clothes and a high crown, and said with a smile: "You are finally here."
The father and son were in a huge courtyard. There were two big trees in the courtyard, one in the east and the other, each as thick as a few people's arms. They were towering, blocking out the sun and providing shade with green leaves.
There is a building similar to a Zen hall in the middle of the courtyard. There are three big characters on the plaque above, which are vigorous and clumsy, and cold. Each stroke is as sharp as a sword.
Murong Feng didn't know these words, and didn't know what to read or what they meant. He asked in surprise: "Where is this? Am I dreaming?"
Murong He sat under a big tree and said slowly: "It can be regarded as a dream! Zhuang Zhou once said that he turned into a butterfly in a dream, but he didn't know whether it was a butterfly dreaming or a person in a butterfly dream. There are some things
It’s hard to say how tight it is.”
The old man was talking attentively but did not answer his questions directly. Murong Feng was speechless. He moved his body and felt that it was no different from reality. It hurt when he pinched his legs and he could feel anything he touched. Reality couldn't be more real, and again
Asked: "Are we in a different world?"
Murong He shook his head and said: "We haven't reached Taixu Immortal Realm yet."
He pressed the button, and a chessboard appeared out of thin air in front of him. He picked up a chess piece and placed it on the chessboard. He said faintly: "I have been in a coma on earth for eight years, but I have been practicing in Taixu Immortal Realm for three thousand years."
Murong Feng was completely stunned.
Three thousand years?
What concept?
The history of the United States is not even that long, not even counting the Aztec mythology. You have to start from the Mayan civilization to make up three thousand years.
Murong He said: "Your physical body cannot pass through the wall between the two realms, so it will stay here. The laws of the Taixu Immortal Realm will match you with a body. The physical body that was matched to your father back then was a disciple of a small sect with a low status and talent.
Not outstanding either, I suffered a lot."
The Immortal Son-in-law of Chenglong has updated a chapter of the extra chapter, the extra chapter: Nine-Nine and Eighty-One Catastrophes, if you haven’t seen it, you can take a look. It is linked with the Yi Xian, so it can be regarded as the Yi Xian’s extra chapter...