Song Xiaochun looked at Song Yuanwai and his wife.
"It's been two days. Do you know how scared your mother was?"
Song Yuan had a straight face, and although his tone of voice was full of reproach, his eyes showed deep concern.
"Dad, Mom, I'm sorry, I made you worry!"
Song Xiaochun lowered his head and blamed himself.
Song Yuanwai and Song Qianshi looked at each other with surprise.
You know, ever since Song Xiaochun was sent back by Tianxuan Sect, his whole person had become terrifyingly gloomy. Even when facing them, Song Xiaochun would only appear impatient.
But now, he actually apologized to them.
"It's okay, it's okay, Mom doesn't blame you, as long as you are happy!"
Mrs. Song Qian grabbed Song Xiaochun's hand and comforted her.
"Mom, don't worry, I will never let you worry again." Song Xiaochun said firmly.
"That's good, that's good!"
Song Qian's eyes were wet and red, and she wiped her tears with a handkerchief.
Song Yuanwai's nose was also a little sore, but in order to look like a strict father, he suppressed a straight face.
In fact, Song Yuanwai and his wife never cared about whether Song Xiaochun could practice or not.
They never expected their son to achieve anything great. As long as he grew up peacefully and finally had children, they would be satisfied.
…
A few days later.
Song Xiaochun was finally able to stand up, which once again surprised Song and his wife.
"Mom, I want to go out for a walk!"
Song Xiaochun has been staying in the yard these days. Now that he can walk, he wants to go out for a walk.
There was no reason for Song Yuanwai and his wife to refuse, so they asked a servant to accompany Song Xiaochun out to relax.
Looking at the familiar surroundings, Song Xiaochun was a little lost in thought.
He didn't know if the dream was true.
Because if it is fake, why can I practice the martial arts moves and techniques I learned there?
But if it is true, then did he live two lives?
Song Xiaochun once read a simple ancient book in the Tianxuanmen Library.
There is a certain secret method recorded in it. When one reaches a certain level of cultivation, he can be reincarnated and practice again with his memory.
However, the Tianwu Continent was very different from his world.
Tianwu Continent cultivates internal strength and respects martial arts. The warriors there are no worse than the monks in the world of immortality.
But in this world, Song Xiaochun had never heard of how powerful the secular martial arts masters were.
However, there are Confucian cultivators.
It’s just that it’s so difficult to become a Confucian cultivator.
If the chance of becoming a monk is one in ten thousand, then becoming a Confucian cultivator is undoubtedly one in ten thousand.
Moreover, Song Xiaochun has not been interested in books since he was a child.
"Hey, aren't you Song Xiaochun?"
But at this moment, a sound of surprise interrupted Song Xiaochun's thoughts.
Song Xiaochun looked around in search of the sound.
He saw a graceful figure standing in front of him, frowning slightly, how come he has never seen this woman before?
"Why did you wake up? Can you still walk?
Zhou Mingzhu was a little stunned.
This is really strange. Why did the male one wake up suddenly?
Your feet are not disabled anymore?
Could it be that Bai Yueguang appeared?
This routine is somewhat familiar to her.
The silly and sweet little maid serves the unconscious male one. Although the male one is not awake, he can still feel that someone is serving him wholeheartedly.
It was also because of this silly sweet maid that the first man could wake up so quickly.
And this silly, sweet maid is Bai Yueguang, who is obsessed with men.
When the male one was at his most gloomy and depressed, he gave the male one a meager light.
Then.
The silly and sweet maid suddenly disappeared, and the man mistakenly mistook the vicious female counterpart for Bai Yueguang, and mistook the real Bai Yueguang for a gold digger, green tea or something like that.
Anyway, the plot is full of abuse.
Finally, when the man discovered that he had been cheated, he pursued Bai Yueguang again.
After that, there is a moment of pleasure in abusing the wife and chasing her to the crematorium.
Tsk tsk.
Not to mention how bloody it is.
"Who are you?"
Song Xiaochun frowned and looked at Zhou Mingzhu, who was drooling in front of him and looking like a nymphomaniac. A flash of disgust flashed in his eyes. Who is this woman?
"Master, this is Miss Mingzhu!" the boy beside him said in a low voice.
"Are you the fat girl of the Zhou family?"
Song Xiaochun's eyes widened.
Why is Mingzhu this week different from the one in my impression?
I remember Zhou Mingzhu was a fat girl, how come she has become so slim and good-looking now.
"I don't like hearing what you are saying. Who hasn't been fat before? I remember you were fatter than me back then." Zhou Mingzhu pinched her waist and got angry.
"haven't seen you for a long time!"
Song Xiaochun felt a little embarrassed, "I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave first!"
Looking at the figure who was leaving in a hurry, Zhou Mingzhu clicked her tongue and said, "Did you go looking for Bai Yueguang? But then again, who is this Bai Yueguang?"
…
Song Xiaochun walked around the village for a long time.
Suddenly, I could faintly hear the sound of reading.
Following the sound of reading, Song Xiaochun came outside the private school. He did not go in, but stood at the door of the private school.
"Um?"
When she looked up and saw the plaque, Song Xiaochun couldn't help but be stunned.
The last time he came here, he just glanced at the plaque of the private school.
At that time, I just thought that the words "Extraordinary" on the plaque looked a bit impressive, but I didn't think much about it.
But at this moment, I saw the two words on the plaque again, and there was a cold sword intent between the lines.
You must know that he was practicing swordsmanship on the Tianwu Continent in his dream, so he would not be mistaken.
"Who carved the words on this plaque?"
Song Xiaochun looked at the boy beside him and asked.
"I heard he's the village chief!"
The boy thought for a moment and answered honestly.
It's him?
Song Xiaochun frowned and looked up at the plaque again.
When he saw this, he became even more frightened. The words on the plaque, stroke by stroke, contained endless insights on the art of swordsmanship.
Unconsciously, Song Xiaochun fell silent on the plaque.
The boy on the side didn't dare to disturb Song Xiaochun at all, so he had to wait aside.
…
I do not know how long it has been.
Just listen to the neat shouts, "Goodbye, sir"
Song Xiaochun woke up suddenly.
Afterwards, the children in the private school walked out of the private school.
"Hey, aren't you Brother Xiaochun?"
Many children in the private school knew Song Xiaochun and greeted Song Xiaochun politely.
Looking at these children who looked like little scholars, Song Xiaochun sighed in his heart. He didn't like Bu Fan, but it didn't stop him from admiring Bu Fan's teaching ability.
"Huh? Why are you here?"
Bu Fan looked at Song Xiaochun curiously.
"I'm not here to see you, I'm just passing by!"
Song Xiaochun turned his head away. No matter in the dream or in reality, he had no good impression of Bu Fan, even though Xiao Huohuo had helped him.
But when he thought about the plaque, an idea came to his mind.
Could it be Bu Fan...
impossible.
If this guy is a Confucian scholar, then he is a saint.
But what is the meaning of the sword contained in this plaque?