"Grandpa, grandpa."
Lu Chen ran directly into the old man's arms, feeling the warmth in his arms. He was like a bullied child who finally saw his own adults, and started to cry in great grievance.
"Grandpa, it's really you. Do you know how hard it was for me to find you?"
Lu Chen buried his head in the old man's arms. He understood that the old man in front of him was not real, but he still couldn't help crying. He only hoped that he could be like this, holding the old man in front of him all the time.
"Silly boy, who else could I be?"
The old man was a little confused, so he stretched out his hand and patted Lu Chen's back, and said in a very kind tone: "Silly boy, why are you still crying? Grandpa is here, grandpa is here, grandpa is always in front of you."
"Is this really an illusion?"
Feeling the thick palm on his back, Lu Chen raised his head, and there were more tears in his eyes.
At this moment, he couldn't tell whether this feeling was real, but Lu Chen still had a feeling in his heart. If he was asked to choose, he would only say one thing: It would be great if this was true.
Seeing Lu Chen crying even harder, the old man patted Lu Chen on the shoulder and said, "Have you been bullied by some naughty guy again? Is it the waiter of the old Wang family or the bitch of the old Li family? Tell grandpa, grandpa go find let His father reasoned."
"No, no, no one is looking up to little Lu'er. Little Lu'er just misses grandpa a little bit."
Lu Chen looked at the resentful old man and shook his head. Only then did he realize that he had been wearing a set of shabby clothes for some time, and he still had the Pisces hanging around his neck.
Um?
Pisces card?
Lu Chen noticed the Pisces card on the sword on his neck. He clearly remembered that the Pisces card was absorbed and fused by him.
"how so?"
Lu Chen raised his head from the old man's arms and looked back. He saw the situation in the village in his eyes: "The village, the village has not been destroyed. That's Coyotito, that's Aunt Wang, that's Brother Xiaoma..."
Lu Chen looked at the situation in the village, and his consciousness fell into a trance.
At this moment, he became more and more convinced that everything in front of him was real, or that his longing for his grandfather and the villagers made him believe that this was real.
"Silly boy, don't look blindly. We are ready to go back." The old man looked at Lu Chen who was in a daze facing the village, reached out and patted Lu Chen on the shoulder, turned around and walked towards the village.
"Tomorrow you have to go to Tianchi Lake for baptism. This is your last chance."
The old man walked forward slowly, still muttering: "As for those naughty ghosts who bullied you, after you finish at Tianchi Lake, grandpa will go find their father."
"Baptism in Tianchi Lake?"
Lu Chen looked at the old man's frail body, and his consciousness fell into a trance again.
His mind was diffused, and he could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion. He asked the old man in front of him: "But grandpa, isn't the baptism in Tianchi Lake over? Didn't I fail the baptism?"
"I think you are really obsessed. Tomorrow is the day of baptism in Tianchi Lake." The old man turned his head and laughed.
Suddenly, thunder came from the sky.
The old man raised his head and glanced at the sky, then said softly: "Go back quickly, it will rain heavily soon, and this rain should be very heavy."
After saying that, the old man turned around again and walked slowly towards the house at the entrance of the village.
Lu Chen looked at the old man's back and was stunned for a moment. Mixed with the breeze falling above his head, for a moment, he felt that the old man's back looked like the back of the man in the sky.
Yes, it looks very much like the man's back in the sky, with a feeling of loneliness and helplessness.
At the old man's urging, Lu Chen ran forward at a trot without stopping too much.
As soon as they entered the village, several people who were packing their clothes in the square turned their heads and looked at Lu Chen.
"Little Lu'er, you are going to be baptized again tomorrow. You must work hard and become a practitioner." This is Brother Ma, who is a few years older than him. Although he has not participated in the baptism in Tianchi Lake, he always knows it. He wanted him to practice.
"Lu Zizi, were you bullied by that bitch in my family today? Don't worry, go back with your grandfather. I will teach that bitch a lesson when I get back, so that he will know how to bully you all day long."
This was Uncle Li from the east end of the village. Seeing the tears on Lu Chen's face, he felt that Lu Chen must have been bullied, and the person who bullied him must be his unfulfilled son.
"Xiao Lu'er, guess what Uncle Wang brought back for you when he went to sell prey in the town today." This was Uncle Wang. He was holding two things in his hands and asked Lu Chen.
"Hahaha, you guessed it right, it's a rare secret history of cultivating immortals. You should like it very much."
"By the way, have you seen Coyotito? There is also a carousel here, which is just right for his age. Why haven't you seen him since you came back?"
"Little Lu'er, remember to come over for dinner later. Auntie made your favorite stew." This is Auntie Wang. She is like her own mother. She has been cooking and mending clothes for Lu Chen since she was a child.
"Child, you must work hard tomorrow, but don't take it too seriously. In fact, practice is not that beautiful."
This is a beggar in the village. His specific age cannot be seen, but he always advises Lu Chen not to participate in Tianchi baptism. He seems to have an inexplicable aversion to that mysterious world of practice.
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Lu Chen stopped and walked. Along the way, every villager he met greeted him and talked to him as usual. Lu Chen also responded happily to them as before.
At this moment, Lu Chenneng was sure that this was a phantom mirror, he still felt that Qingtianfang had been destroyed, and he was still sure that he had entered the practice of cultivation.
Because recently, he would dream of such a scene every time he fell asleep.
However, these people stood in front of him alive, more real than the previous dreams. These people were so lifelike, so kind and familiar, which made Lu Chen have some self-doubt and felt that everything here was real.
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Lu Chen returned to the house where he had lived for more than ten years, sat on the threshold where he usually sat, and watched the villagers in the square quickly put away the clothes to be dried.
In his eyes, everything around him became more real.
In the sky, sparse raindrops began to fall.
The raindrops fell on Lu Chen's face, making Lu Chen stunned for a moment. The trance in his mind became more powerful. The cool feeling of the raindrops falling on her face made her feel that this place was very real.
"Is it just a fantasy that I have embarked on cultivation? Or is it just a fantasy that I have not embarked on cultivation for so many years?" Lu Chen clenched his chin and let the raindrops fall on his face.
This real and cordial feeling made him feel more and more that the things that happened when he set out to practice were just imaginary.
Uncle Li who came back from hunting, Brother Xiao Ma, Aunt Wang who was weaving, Aunt Li, the child who still didn't play with him, and the beggar who came to the village a few years ago.
Everyone was greeting him and caring about him silently.
"Still, everything now is just a fantasy, but this kind of fantasy is so beautiful."
Lu Chen took a long breath. He felt that he had never been so happy, and he had never felt so relaxed. Even the naughty guys who often bullied him looked so kind now.
This beautiful scene had been repeated countless times in his dreams, but it was never as real as it was now. It was so real that Lu Chen began to feel that he was out of tune with this place.
"But, but why..., I always feel that I am a little out of place here."
The thunder in the sky became louder and louder, and the cold raindrops made Lu Chen wake up a little.
Looking at the empty square, Lu Chen always felt that he was a little out of place here. He always felt that this situation was a bit fake and could not be integrated with the things that existed in his memory.
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"Isn't this really an illusion? Or, just like the trial in the Beast King's Mansion, it's just an illusion trial caused by inner demons."
Lu Chen sat on the threshold, watching the raindrops getting bigger and bigger in the sky. He didn't know how many times he had asked himself this, ten times, a hundred times, or maybe thousands of times.
Lu Chen had ten thousand reasons in his heart that made him feel that everything in front of him was real. However, there was a residual rationality in his heart that made him feel that everything in front of him was an illusion.
Because everything that happened in front of him began to fit with what happened in his memory, and began to fit more and more with that tragic 'dream of massacre of the village', as if everything at this moment was developing towards the day when Qingtianfang was massacred.
Lu Chen could even directly tell what would happen in the village in the next second.
Just like this moment, Lu Chen said that there would be ants under the big tree. Sure enough, ants crawled out of the ground in groups, crawled towards the big tree and climbed far away, constantly moving dirt from all directions to stabilize the nest.
He also said that Coyotito would come to him. Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Coyotito yelled that his mother had prepared a meal and asked Lu Chen to hurry over.
Lu Chen responded loudly, Chang Hu took a breath and continued to sit on the threshold and think.
There was a sudden roar in the sky.
Lu Chen suddenly remembered that at this time in his memory, he was watching ants consolidating their nests under the big tree and comprehending the ants' cultivation.
"Huh..., forget it, whether it's true or false, it will be exposed one day."
Lu Chen let out a long breath. He did not do what he remembered, but turned around and walked towards Coyotito. He felt that no matter whether it was true or false now, he must protect Qingtianfang.
As long as you don't act according to what happened in your memory, at least here, the massacre of the village will not happen.
However, when Lu Chen turned around, the space behind him quickly became withered. The villagers in the village who were still lifelike just now suddenly turned into mounds of dirt.
