After the old doctor finished prescribing the medicine and left it for Li Daozheng and Jiang Xiurong, he repeatedly instructed Li Xiao not to indulge in dreams before leaving.

Li Xiao sat in place, a little dazed.

In 2013.

He was fifteen years old.

It happened to be the year when his father Li Daozheng was sick, and he went into the mountains to collect medicine and wanted to treat Li Daozheng!

Li Xiao almost didn't listen to what the old doctor said.

He has experienced more than a hundred years, how can it be fake, a dream can ruin all his experiences, all his efforts?

Look at your body, it is indeed the appearance of fifteen years old, immature and young.

Because he had just woken up, Li Xiao's body did not obey the call at all, but his mind could not leave everything he had experienced for a day.

Is it really a dream?

Over the past month, he has asked his parents many times about the cultivators, and whenever he asks such a question, Li Daozheng and his wife are extremely worried.

This kind of worry is not acted or pretended, but from the heart.

In the past month, Da Zhuang and Xiao Zhuang have all come to see him.

Zhao Tiantian was extremely concerned about him.

Even Huang Rong came to condolence him.

Everybody knows nothing about the monasticism or what is happening to him, and it seems that nothing in this world has changed.

It's just him who has changed.

There are no cultivators, no longevity, no heavenly monuments, nothing.

For a long time to come, Li Xiao fell into confusion and struggle, he didn't believe that everything was a dream.

Every now and then, Jiang Xiurong and Li Daozheng would talk to him worriedly to understand his condition.

"Child, don't think too much, everything will pass, it will slowly get better, everything you dream about is illusory. ”

"Yes, child, you must not think too much, everything you experienced during that period of time when you were in a coma was your past life, and now you are dead in your previous life, back to the present, back to your parents. Li Daozheng also said the same.

Li Xiao was stunned, everything is fake, only everything in front of him is real?

He still didn't want to believe it.

Li Daozheng and his wife were worried about the child's accident, so they borrowed some money, coupled with years of continuation, brought him to Pujiang and hired the best psychiatrist for him.

"Everything you've been through, it's true. The psychiatrist told him.

"Really?" Li Xiao was excited, as if he was a child, a child who was recognized.

"Hmm. The psychiatrist nodded, "However, it may be another world, from a scientific point of view, it is a parallel world, maybe you have been in a coma for this time, you have traveled there, experienced tribulations, dangers, and in the deadliest moments, you came back here." ”

Li Xiao was quiet, no longer happy, and sat back in his place.

What parallel world, what crossing, fooling whom?

Li Xiao is not a three-year-old child for a long time, and reading less books does not mean that he will be coaxed so easily.

He struggled to get out of the hospital and returned home.

"It's a dream, it must be just a dream. ”

He slammed his head against the wall, trying to wake up from the dream.

When his parents saw him, they stopped him with worry and stayed by his side all day long.

"Li Xiao, you can't help but think about it, you still have parents. Jiang Xiurong cried, seeing that the child was depressed all day long, she was very uncomfortable.

"Li Xiao, if you die, how will you let your parents live?" Li Daozheng was equally sad.

Seeing his parents like this, Li Xiao quieted down.

For the next few years, even if he didn't believe that everything he had experienced was fake, he still had to pretend to be fake so that his parents would not be sad.

Three years have passed.

Li Xiao grew up slowly, and in the past three years, at first he really didn't believe that all experiences were fake, they were all dreams.

However, everything around him denied the existence of monasticism.

There are no cultivators who fly to the heavens and the earth, and there are no battles where landslides and the earth crack at every turn.

In the past three years, Li Xiao has not been chasing the doubts in his heart for a year, if the cultivation is just a dream, it is too real.

He went into the mountains, to the places where he had fainted, to find the feeling of being watched.

He went deep into the wilderness, chasing his memories and finding the gathering place of the dragons.

He also went to Xiapu County, went to Tianlu Hotel to find Yan Ruyu, and went to the county government to find Fang Min.

got one news after another, but he was disappointed, extremely disappointed.

There is no such thing as the existence of these people.

"Perhaps, it's really a dream. Li Xiao was a little desperate, in three years, there was no trace of everything in the past.

Since then, he has stepped into the life of an ordinary person.

Married and had children, his parents grew old and turned into loess, he and a pair of children personally sent their parents to the funeral, and when he saw his parents enter the soil, he almost cried into a tearful person.

This year, Li Xiao was sixty years old, his skin was dry and old, and he knelt in front of his parents' graves, like a child, crying loudly.

If that wasn't fake, how could his parents die?

He doesn't want his parents to leave, but the reality is in front of him, birth, old age, sickness and death, everyone has it.

For decades, Li Xiao has also been looking for his grandfather, but there is no news at all.

At the age of 60, his parents died, and he fell ill and passed out.

When I woke up again, I was terminally ill.

His children, grandchildren, granddaughters, and former best friends Da Zhuang, Xiao Zhuang, and Wang Goudan all came and sat down at his bedside.

Looking at the familiar and old faces, Li Xiao shed tears again, the years have worn people and deprived him of life.

It's a pity that in this life, although Li Xiao made Ning Village a national model village, he failed to make it as bright as in his dream.

"I will return to the loess, and when I die, you will remember to bury me with my parents. Li Xiao said weakly.

Over the years, Li Xiao has almost despaired, he has thousands of times, hundreds of millions of times, trying to open the perspective eye, operate the elixir of life, and comprehend the aura between heaven and earth.

However, every time hope turns into disappointment, then despair.

"No, Dad, you can't go. ”

Li Xiao's children, who are middle-aged, knelt in front of the bed, crying loudly.

His former friend also shed tears.

Li Xiao's contribution to Ning Village is indispensable, when he was dying, the whole village came, looking at him quietly one by one, with a sad expression.

When "I am not willing to ......" was dying, Li Xiao once again recalled the eventful years, the great world of cultivators, and remembered the path of cultivation that could make people look ageless.

"Why is everything fake, no, not fake, it must not be fake. Decades later, Li Xiao still doesn't want to believe it's fake.

is about to die, decades of silence, in exchange for this moment, he is strongly unwilling.

He struggled, screamed, bleeded, and eventually, in the panic of his relatives and friends, he exhausted all his strength, returned to peace, and died.

[End of the book]

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