I am immortal.

Chapter 8 Can I live forever?

Huangliang rice, still undercooked?

This sentence seemed to have awakened Qi Wuhuo, his gaze slowly moved away, he saw the bundle on the side table, a few books spread out beside him, and the three hanging copper coins sent by Mr. Su.

I saw the green plants I grew on one side, the cabbage piled up in the corner, and the courtyard outside. There was unfinished firewood, and I lay on the wooden bed I made myself. On the bed, there were still some leftovers. Feeling the warmth, he closed his eyes, and the aura in his eyes regained:

"That's right... my yellow rice is not cooked yet."

Under the urging of the old man, the young man got up, packed up the food, took out the yellow rice in the pot, cut another plate of side dishes, put them on the table, sat here, and ate with chopsticks, but he moved pause.

"Boy, the food is getting cold, what are you still doing?"

On the dining table, the old man ate a mouthful of yellow rice, and picked up some crispy side dishes with chopsticks. Just now, he pointed at Qi Wuhuo and said with a smile, "What's wrong? I've woken up from the dream, are you still thinking about it?"

Qi Wuhuo raised his eyes and didn't answer.

There was a hint of deep thought in his eyes.

The heavy snow outside the window has stopped, the birds are sitting on the branches, trimming their feathers, the branches are shaking, and the snow is falling. It is a mountain and wild scene. On the table is a rough clay bowl containing yellow rice, and there are crispy side dishes. Embellished with hot pepper circles, it is cute to the eyes.

At this moment, it has been quite some time since Qi Wuhuo woke up from his dream. The yellow rice is slowly getting cold, and Qi Wuhuo's food is tasteless. a dream..."

The voice paused, then looked at the bed on one side: "That jade pillow..."

The old man smiled and said:
"Oh? A jade pillow? It was given to me by a wandering Taoist priest."

"It is said to be good for sleep, soothe the mind and fall asleep."

Qi Wuhu nodded silently.

The old man smiled and asked: "It seems that, as the Taoist wandering said, you slept soundly."

"However, no matter what kind of dream you have, you don't have to pay too much attention to it. Life is like a dream, and dreams are like life. You and I live in this world. Ann knows that he is not a dream body?"

"Is there any gain for Wuhuo after having this dream?"

Qi Wuhuo lowered his eyes, although it was said to be a dream, but everything he experienced in that dream was so clear, perhaps the small things could no longer be recalled, but many major events were so clear, so clear can be grasped.

If you can go this way again.

It should be smoother than before, and it can be done more easily in the previous life, but what about it?The boy suddenly felt bored.

In the past 70 years, the clouds and smoke have gone, and Taoists from eight hundred miles away have returned.

"Is it just a dream..."

Qi Wuhuo was filled with emotion for a long time, and replied:

"The way of a husband's favor and disgrace, the luck of poverty, the reason of death, the love of life and death."

"All I can see..."

The old man stroked his beard and laughed loudly: "Shang Shan."

After eating a meal, Qi Wuhuo washed the set of dishes and dried his hands. He wanted to pack up the things Mr. Su gave him, and put away two of the large coins, and put one of them in the cabinet for convenience. access.

Chopping firewood, sweeping the courtyard, doing laundry, just like in the past, there is no difference.

Then, when I was free, I picked up a few volumes of ancient books given by Mr. Su.

This is a classic prepared for the spring examination in the coming year. It contains the knowledge of the imperial examination, and some of it may be difficult to understand. There are notes written by Mr. Su in small letters with a cinnabar red pen to explain the knowledge.

These are the parts that Qi Wuhuo has not yet learned.

Even some bureaucrats and scholars may not be able to explain it thoroughly. Mr. Su understands it deeply and penetrates into it. Even if he is famous in the entire state and county, it is because of this that he is so The family of dignitaries sent their children to study in the academy in this small town.

Qi Wuhuo turned over a few pages, and before he read them, there were many words in his heart, flowing like running water. It was the content of these books, as if he had already understood these things in his chest. I have read it more than a dozen times, and before I read it, it seems to have emerged from the bottom of my heart.

Qi Wuhu paused slightly.

He was sure he had never read the book.

Except in dreams...

A ridiculous idea rose up in his heart.

"Could it be that……"

"That dream..."

He quickly recalled the contents of this book in his mind. Even if he had never read this book before, the text of this book still emerged from the bottom of his heart very clearly. Then he opened the book and quickly flipped through it. The content in it was exactly the same as what appeared in my mind!
Fu went to read the rest of the books, all the same.

Not only is he very proficient in its content, but also the subtle meaning is deeply hidden in his heart, and he knows it like the palm of his hand. Now let's look at the comments left by Mr. Su. Mr. Su is also famous in the state and county, known as a celebrity.

But now Qi Wuhuo can vaguely see Mr. Su's omissions in explaining these classics. Although they are still subtle, they are not enough.

It seems that he is not a 14-year-old boy at this moment.

Instead, Qi Wuhuo put all three books back after a long time, with a quiet and peaceful expression, and his guess gradually became clear in his heart.

In the dream, the things experienced, those strong personal emotions, have dissipated, but the reading experience seems to be still there, usually it is not obvious, but once encountered, it can function and think like an instinct.

That's just a dream though.

But the books I have read and the things I have seen are not nothingness.

Qi Wuhuo got up and looked at the jade pillow.

The whole body of the pillow is made of white jade, and there are six tadpole cloud patterns on the top and bottom, and the relief is surrounded by clouds, which seems to be a Taoist thing. When you reach out and touch it, it seems to touch something. It seemed to be nothing but a dream, and then it was accompanied by the sound of cracking and cracking, and it was densely packed with cracks.

The regretful voice of the old man came from behind:

"Hey, what a pity, what a pity."

"It's been 27 years since I got it from that wandering Taoist priest. I never thought it would be so light and brittle. It broke after only one use. That Taoist was just teasing me."

Qi Wuhuo turned around and saw the old man standing behind him, the purple robe was half hidden in the light, half hidden in the dark, he looked like a purple Taoist robe, looking at him with a smile.

Qi Wuhuo knew that this old man was absolutely extraordinary, so he fell silent for a while, and said:

"The old man said... Taoist?"

The old man said with a smile: "That's right, that guy claims to be [Fire Dragon Master]."

"I met Dao Zuo more than 20 years ago, and lost to me three times in a row, and gave me this pillow to pay off the debt. The left and right are just a utensil for sleeping, not worth much money."

"You don't have to worry about Wuhuo."

"Anyway, as I remember, there should be more than one pillow. There is probably another one. The next time I see him, I will ask for it back."

Qi Wuhuo restrained his doubts, poured tea and water, and treated the old man with the same attitude as before. He didn't become more respectful because he knew his identity in his heart, nor did he become frivolous and arrogant because of the experience in the dream.

Holding the teacup in hand, recalling the past, he said to himself:

"The demons and ghosts in the world are nothing but wild beasts, and they also have life and death."

"Ghosts are nothing but obsessions."

"Can……"

Qi Wuhuo's words were silent, his eyes were slightly closed, and the seemingly real and fake images in his dream were tossing in his mind. Over the past 70 years, he had absurd dreams, studying, becoming an official, going out to be a general, a bustling world, emperors and generals, and fame The beauties, all passing by, suddenly sat upright, restrained their faces, and asked:

"Dare to ask my father, are there really gods in this world?"

The smile on the corner of the old man's mouth was restrained, and he replied, "Yes."

The less asked again:
"Is it possible to live forever?"

The old man arranges his clothes.

Sitting upright, restraining his face, he answered——

"can."

PS: Today's update is complete, and it will be updated to eight chapters in two days. After that, there will be a chapter at [-]:[-] noon and a chapter at [-]:[-] pm every day.

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