Pang Shiyuan's room had been empty for five years, but it was still as clean as ever, and there was no smell of years of inhabitation. Obviously, this room has been tidyed up and cleaned all the time.

The furnishings of the room are still the same as they were five years ago, and there are still many children's playthings in many places. Pang Shiyuan didn't think it was bad, but his mother Zhu Yi seemed to realize that he had grown up and was no longer the child in his impression, and he would let people rearrange it tomorrow.

Lying on the warm big bed, Pang Shiyuan's spirit was completely relaxed. From then on, this was his home. In his previous life, his noisy and cold parents did not give him a warm home, so after he became an adult and became independent, he rarely went back.

Now that his soul is pierced, he really feels some family warmth from his father Pang Zhiyang, mother Zhu Yi, sister Pang Xi and other family members. This warmth touched him a little, and it could even be said that he was greedy.

Everyone longs for a warm home, and those who say they don't need it are just because they have too many disappointments in their hearts and no longer have extravagant hopes.

This night, Pang Shiyuan didn't cultivate, so he lay down in the warm quilt so peacefully and entered his dream. He felt that he would have a good dream.

After a good night's sleep, Pang Shiyuan opened his eyes almost with a smile.

However, instead of the wooden walls to which he was accustomed, he came into view, but the modern white-painted walls with modern lighting. Pang Shiyuan turned over a little dazedly, and found that the white ceiling and the hanging crystal chandelier were still on his head.

At this time, Pang Shiyuan gradually recovered from his dazedness. He turned his head to look around, and found that the qiē in his sight was so familiar, from the lighting, to the bedding, to the other qiē, this was the room where he slept before his soul wore it, and this was the commercial house he bought in the town.

Pang Shiyuan said to himself in disbelief: "Could it be that that qiē is all fake, just a real dream of mine?" ”

"No, never." Pang Shiyuan couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe it.

You know, he's fully embraced his new identity. He has even regarded his parents, brothers and sisters in his dreams as his own family. He still has a teacher, a master who cares for him, many elders, and a large number of fellow disciples. But just when he was looking forward to a better life, he found that it was just an illusory dream.

What a shame he was to be embarrassed about!

"No...... This can never be a dream! Where is there such a real dream? Maybe I'm having a nightmare right now! Pang Shiyuan grabbed his hair fiercely with both hands and pulled it hard. A heart-piercing pain reminded him that this was the real world. However, this still could not convince him, after all, he was also injured and hurt in his dreams.

After a long while, he sat up from the bed, dressing a little awkwardly. In five years, he has become accustomed to some cumbersome clothes in ancient times, but the more convenient clothes in modern times make him feel awkward no matter how he wears them.

Walking to the bathroom and seeing the familiar twenty-five or sixteen-year-old young man in the frame, Pang Shiyuan even if he didn't want to admit it, he could only admit that after a dreamlike real dream, he returned to reality.

Pang Shiyuan was washing up while thinking about what he should do today. In five years, he has forgotten too many things. In the dream, he had completely put aside what he thought of his past life and was ready to welcome a new life. Looking back now, it's really like a world away, and the reality has become so strange.

After washing, Pang Shiyuan still didn't remember what he should do today. He just knew that there was a class today, but he really couldn't remember whether it was in the morning or afternoon.

In desperation, he had to look for class schedules everywhere. After this search, he remembered that even the class schedule and textbooks were left in the school office.

Being an elementary school teacher, especially one in a small town that doesn't have much to pursue, is actually relatively easy. Except for the first year when he was a little nervous because of his lack of experience, Pang Shiyuan's life was quite leisurely from the second year.

He can basically do things like preparing lessons and grading homework at school, and he almost never brings them home to do it.

Downstairs, Pang Shiyuan slowly walked towards the school according to his memory. The school is only ten minutes away from the commercial building where he lives, and Pang Shiyuan used to like to walk to school, purely as a daily morning exercise.

After walking for a few minutes, Pang Shiyuan let his brain start to really work.

Today's dream and wake up really gave him too much stimulation, he thought he was soul-piercing, but found that he was just dreaming, but the dream was so real, so real that he gave up reality for the dream, which made his whole brain a little chaotic now.

Although he remembered that he was going to teach, it was really just a survival instinct, not that he really knew what to do.

Zhan Xianrong, the master who treats him like a son, the elders of Daizong who have high hopes for him, and the brothers who still have deep feelings despite the fight, and the Pang family who are like family, are these lifelike, flesh-and-blood people really just illusory, just an illusion in his dreams?

There is also the battle of more than 100 people in the dream, and the last treasure map of mountains and rivers, are these also his fictions? When did he dream that there was such a rich content, and these contents could still be so vivid?

Thinking of the idiom "still fresh in memory", Pang Shiyuan was suddenly stunned, he seemed to think of something. Then, he immediately knew what he wanted to think, it was the Dai Sect martial arts that he had cultivated for five full years.

Since he was able to remember the people and events in his dreams so clearly, why couldn't he remember the Dai Sect martial arts that he had studied for five whole years?

In contrast, the Dai Sect martial arts he practiced every day were where he put the most effort into it.

So he began to think back to Dai Zong's martial arts, and this time he thought about it, he found that these martial arts were as vivid as people and things. And it's not just martial arts, it's also the bits and pieces of his five-year cultivation that are clearly visible.

This discovery made Pang Shiyuan have a momentary surprise, making him think that the dream was not a dream, but a reality. Otherwise, how could the scene in the dream be so clear, even the martial arts moves, internal strength and mental methods, and cultivation experience were clearly visible. But the reality of a qiē and sù to him, this is the dream. Otherwise, how to explain his current qiē.

Thinking like this, Pang Shiyuan's thoughts began to contradict themselves again, as if the dream was true or false, but it was unreasonable.

However, Pang Shiyuan has already determined one thing, that is, he wants to try the martial arts of Daizong in his memory. Even if reality is telling him, a qiē in his memory may be illusory, but even if there is a little possibility, he is willing to try.

Having experienced the magic of martial arts "personally", Pang Shiyuan couldn't bear the days when there was no martial arts and internal strength in reality.