In the first half month of the confrontation training, Lin Qinghuan would be "killed" almost every few hours. There is no ability to fight back at all, lurking and hiding, and it is difficult to even eat and sleep.

After trying various methods, the four of them became more and more familiar with Lin Qinghuan's hiding methods, and Lin Qinghuan, who was so hungry, was left to die and came to life, walked into the kitchen, and was surrounded by four people.

The dust exploded, mixed charcoal powder and flour, sprinkled it in the air, ignited, bang, the kitchen was gone, and the little crab who rushed in to catch Lin Qinghuan was blown up directly, and the game was over.

Of course, Lin Qinghuan himself is not having a good time, the little crab has internal force to protect the body, and Lin Qinghuan can only use his body to carry it, even if he chooses a hiding place and shelter in advance, Lin Qinghuan was still blown into an explosive head.

In a coma, Lin Qinghuan had a dream, in the dream, it was on the earth, a hospital, Lin Qinghuan was floating in the air like a ghost, on the hospital bed, there was still a Lin Qinghuan, with his eyes closed like a dead man, Mu Weishuang sat next to him, feeding himself porridge one bite at a time.

Outside the ward, the little fat Taoist priest appeared at the door, Mu Weishuang realized that someone was coming, turned his head, and the mysterious smile on the face of the little fat Taoist priest immediately disappeared, replaced by a solemn and sad face, as if a relative had died at home.

Lin Qinghuan on the earth, in a coma for half a month, can only rely on the infusion of nutrient solution to hang his life, Mu Weishuang often comes to guard him, occasionally feed him some porridge, according to the doctor, Lin Qinghuan is in a very peculiar state, originally terminally ill, but not only did not have a seizure, but even some improvement, brain activity is frequent, like a dream, but the body has no reaction, and even the breathing and heartbeat rate have dropped to a very low level, like an animal hibernation.

In the past few days, other students who attended the wedding of the beautiful teacher learned the news, and some of Lin Qinghuan's classmates and friends came to visit one after another, Mu Weishuang looked at the little fat Taoist priest outside the door, thinking that it was Lin Qinghuan's old friend again, so he quickly put down the bowl and spoon in his hand and went over to open the door.

As soon as the little fat Taoist priest entered the door, he was even more grief-stricken, "I want to go through the rivers and lakes all my life, beauty is easy to find, confidants are hard to find, I am like-minded with this son, talk very happily, and become a confidant who forgets his years, I didn't expect it, you are young, why did you go, we met to play chess and drink, and visit the immortals together, Xiaodao I still want to marry you Jinlan, brother, why did you leave me alone, you died so miserably......"

The little fat Taoist priest directly cried and mourned Lin Qinghuan, and finally even cried directly on Lin Qinghuan's hospital bed, and Mu Weishuang was dumbfounded. However, seeing the little fat Taoist priest crying so sadly, when he thought of Lin Qinghuan's uncertain life and death in order to save himself, a trace of sadness appeared in his heart, his nose was sore, and he almost cried.

After all, there were still outsiders, Mu Weishuang controlled his emotions for a while, and when the little fat Taoist priest cried a little less sadly, he explained: "Uncle, he is not dead yet, the doctor said that what kind of dormancy is it, and there is a certain chance that he can wake up." ”

The little fat Taoist priest stopped crying in an instant, got up from the hospital bed, and even wiped a handful of tears and snot, and said, "Not dead?"

But then he cried again: "Become a vegetative person, it's not better than not being able to eat or drink, let alone marrying a daughter-in-law, isn't that worse than dying, brother, I think you are young, you can be like me Yushu is graceful and popular with thousands of girls, why did you go, you died so miserably." ”

Mu Weishuang was quite speechless, so she could only sit on the chair next to her and wait for the little fat Taoist priest to finish crying.

Lin Qinghuan struggled as hard as he could, wanting to kill the little fat man, but he couldn't speak, he couldn't make any movements, he couldn't even see or feel the existence of his body.

The little fat Taoist priest glanced at a certain place in the room intentionally or unintentionally, in Lin Qinghuan's opinion, that was his direction, could it be that he had become a ghost, he could still see himself?

After the little fat Taoist priest finished crying, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and said to himself: "Since you and I are brothers, brother, I just fought for the life of this jade tree in the wind, and I want to save you, and I also have to thank you for knowing my brother and me, otherwise, your little life of the jade tree in the wind like me will really be over." ”

After the little fat Taoist priest finished speaking, he peeked at Mu Weishuang, but Mu Weishuang only talked nonsense after he was too sad to show his brain, and poured a glass of boiled water for the little fat Taoist priest.

The little fat Taoist priest touched his mustache, shook his head and pretended to be profound: "More than two thousand years ago, the Taoist sage Zhuangzi once mentioned the story of the dream butterfly in the "Theory of Things", in fact, it is only a version that is circulated outside, in our Taoism, there is another more real story, Zhuang Zhou Dream Butterfly, not dreamed that he became a butterfly, but, really became a butterfly, all this is not in a dream, it is a real happening, but unfortunately, thousands of years have passed, the relevant classics have long been lost, only my door is passed on by word of mouth. ”

After the little fat Taoist priest finished speaking, he peeked at Mu Weishuang's reaction again, and seemed to be a little moved.

Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, Mu Weishuang knows, there is Zhuangzi's "Getaway" in high school textbooks, and Li Shangyin's poem "Jin Se" also mentioned that "Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and Emperor Wang's spring heart trusts the cuckoo", but this statement is really a bit appalling for Mu Weishuang.

Although there are often various activities such as worshipping ancestors in the hometown village, and occasionally there are serious illnesses or catastrophes, and the old people will "ask the gods to send the gods", Mu Weishuang just thinks that this is a way passed down from the ancestors, which can be done and respected as a cultural inheritance, but it cannot be recognized without scientific basis.

Finding that Mu Weishuang's eyes changed, looking at himself like a bad person, full of defense, the little fat Taoist priest hurriedly said: "Eh, little girl, don't stare at me like this, old man, I am really a Taoist, I am registered and certified, not a superstition or cult, you can rest assured, if you don't believe it, go to the police station to investigate." ”

Mu Weishuang still looked guarded, and the little fat Taoist priest continued: "What I want to say is not superstition, nor is it some ethereal strange power chaos, let me tell you this, according to the oral tradition of our Taoist ancestors, combined with the current scientific theory, our Taoist sage Zhuang Zhou entered a wormhole, consciousness was sucked into it, entered another world, and after returning to the earth, he dreamed and created a famous chapter." ”

"If I'm not mistaken, my brother is the same as the sage Zhuangzi!"

Mu Weishuang was a little shocked, the astronomical phenomenon that night, the general theory of the scientific community is that the strong solar activity caused a solar wind to blow through the earth's orbit, and the particles carried by the solar wind hit the moon at high speed to produce a blood moon phenomenon, and the strong electromagnetic interference paralyzed most of the communication equipment and electronic equipment, in addition, there was some interference to the human body, which caused the whole city to riot. Half a month has passed, and some bizarre animal carcasses have appeared in various places, and scientists speculate that in the next few years, various genetic mutations of malformed animals and plants may appear.

The little fat Taoist priest took a sip of water and continued: "It may be that the strong solar wind activity that day opened the wormhole connecting the two worlds, causing his consciousness to travel to another world, as for why it's him, I don't know, old man, whether there are other people on the whole earth who have the same experience, I don't know." ”

This kind of statement is very good at explaining various phenomena, the only flaw is that there is no evidence, there is no foothold, but according to Mu Weishuang's limited physical knowledge, there is no evidence that can prove that it is wrong.

It may indeed be a more reasonable reasoning.

Regarding this kind of relatively bizarre statement, Mu Weishuang still maintains his usual attitude. Since it can't be proved to exist, nor can it be proved that it doesn't exist, and it also perfectly explains the phenomenon of Lin Qinghuan's frequent brain activity but body dormancy, then it can't be simply subjectively believed or disbelieved, it is a state between believing and not believing, and you can only wait for a certain day in the future to have sufficient evidence to prove its right or wrong.

With current science, wormholes only exist in theory, and even if they only transmit invisible consciousness without transmitting tangible bodies, whether there really are or not is not a certainty. Moreover, whether there is a soul or not, whether there is a consciousness that is beyond living organisms, is still a subject to be studied by scientists all over the world.

But Lin Qinghuan can't wait, now in this dormant state, the hospital has tried a lot of methods, and he can't wake up from time to time, if he continues like this, he will die sooner or later, and the high cost of the hospital is tens of thousands of dollars a day, even if the family has several generations of rich Mu Weishuang, it is a little unbearable.

The little fat Taoist priest sat on the edge of the bed and continued: "There is only one way to wake him up, his brain is active frequently, which proves that his consciousness has not completely separated from his body, and there is still a line between the two, connecting the two worlds, as long as his willpower is strong enough to follow this line and break through the barrier of that world, he may be able to come back." ”

The little fat Taoist priest lifted Erlang's legs, and shook his feet, like an uncle, asked Mu Weishuang to call the doctor over.

After Mu Weishuang went out, the little fat Taoist priest looked at a corner of the room and seemed to be smiling.

I asked about Lin Qinghuan's physical condition, and some knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, even doctors who study Western medicine do not understand it very well.

After the doctor went out, the little fat Taoist priest continued: " Sure enough, as I expected, although his brain activity is much stronger than normal, but since he was hospitalized, there has been a trend of getting weaker and weaker, if he can't wake up in time, this line connecting the two worlds is broken, then he will never wake up, waiting for him, or a dead end, brother, your life is so bitter, if no one brings you back, then you will properly have your feet to the sky and a life, you are such a good person, after so many years, there is no friend who is willing to save you, you died so miserably. ”

Mu Weishuang looked at the pompous "performance" of the little fat Taoist, and she didn't know whether it was true or false, so she couldn't get him out, and she was really speechless.

So he followed the words of the little fat Taoist priest and continued: "Uncle, did you just say that you could save him, how to save him?"

The little fat Taoist priest said: "Since this line connects the two worlds, he can come back from that world, and other people can also go to that world, if he really has a good friend who is willing to go to that world and guide him, you can bring him back." ”

If there is a chance to save Lin Qinghuan, even if there is a risk, Mu Weishuang is willing to give it a try, but this way is really ...... Outrageous.

So Mu Weishuang asked rhetorically: "Dao Elder Immortal Wind Dao Bone Mana is strong, may I ask why you don't go yourself?"

The little fat Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, then touched his mustache, and said seriously: "Poor Dao himself also wants to go, but other things are more important, in addition to Poor Dao, others may not be able to complete, not only to give the two protectors, but also at the last moment, to "pull" you back, you are like two kites flying high in the sky, tied to a line, Poor Dao not only to ensure that the line will not be broken in this process, but also responsible for guiding you the way and pulling you back. ”

Mu Weishuang asked again: "Then why don't you just pull him back, isn't this line still broken?"

The little fat Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, this little girl has a lot of problems, she looks innocent and cute, but she is not a fool, so she continued to explain: "Girl, you don't know, now we don't know what kind of situation he is on, most of his consciousness is now in that world, and the consciousness that belongs to this world is getting less and less, if you pull it forcibly, as soon as this line is broken, he will be like a kite with a broken line, and he will never come back." ”

Mu Weishuang looked at Lin Qinghuan on the hospital bed and had a trace of hesitation.

In another world, on the edge of a small island, there is a hanging wooden house, and at high tide, the waves crash against four pillars nailed into the sea, and the moss on the pillars floats back and forth with the waves.

The wooden house is not small, it can accommodate five or six people at the same time, and in one room, a young girl is lying on a couch, her face is pale and bloodless, and from time to time she covers her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and coughs. The room is exquisitely furnished, and the sound of a few conch and shells hanging by the window, colliding with each other under the blowing of the sea breeze, is very good.

In the other rooms, there were all kinds of precious medicinal herbs, and an old man in white clothes and white hair was picking and choosing, twisting a certain medicinal herb with his hand from time to time, putting it in his mouth to taste it, or weighing a certain medicinal herb with a precise small scale, as if he was dispensing a prescription.

After a while, the old man walked into the room where the girl was with a bowl of medicine, "Come, drink it, I added sugar, it's not bitter." ”

"Hmm!" the girl took the medicine and drank it down.

After drinking the medicine, the old man said that the girl helped her up, sat on the bed, and then meditated behind the girl, put her hands on the girl's back, and pushed hard.

"Don't pass on your skills to me anymore, if you continue like this, you will die!" The girl's voice was weak, mixed with a hint of sadness and helplessness.

The old man continued to pass on the exercises, and said indifferently: "Since your mother died, I have been half dead, if you are gone, then my old bones deserve to be destroyed." ”

"You are not allowed to say that, you are only forty years old, you are not old at all, you will never be old!" the girl was angry.

"Okay, well, I'm not old at all, you haven't grown up yet, you're not married, how can I be old? Daddy still has to watch you get married, and you have to hug a big fat grandson. The pale hair behind the old man and the growing wrinkles on his face and hands could not hide the old age of the wind and candles.

The girl said angrily: "Bah, bah, don't get married!"

At night, the old man was alone, on the highest peak of the island, he picked a suitable stone to sit down, the sea breeze was blowing, the hunting sounded, the old man was wrapped tightly in white, and his body was rickety.

Who would have thought that the white-clothed sword fairy, who was admired by countless heroines and fairies more than ten years ago, would grow old like this in just a few years.

The old man looked at the starry seabed where the sea and the sky meet, and muttered to himself, "There will be a way, there will be a way." ”