"If the soul of a mortal is withdrawn, it is possible to become a god? If you draw half of it, you can become an immortal? Fool me, old ghost! If I draw my soul, I don't know how I will die when I die! I can't even be reincarnated!" Fu Qiu obviously didn't believe Shuo Fang's words, but he was more eager to hope to be reincarnated, which was better than dying in this dream.

Fu Qiu tried to gather his thoughts, tried to shake his body, and made various movements, hoping that he could wake up from this so-called dream, but to no avail.

"I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to! Old monster, I only ask you for one thing! That is, let me wake up from this dream quickly, and don't delay my good day of death and reincarnation! I am still in a hurry to see my father in the first seven suns..." Fu Qiu's voice stopped abruptly, and tears and hatred followed one after another.

As soon as you enter reincarnation, you will no longer remember all kinds of things in the world. For thousands of years, I know how many people regret in front of the bridge, but they don't know that the past and this life are only in a thought, life is a road of no return, wrong is wrong, and the world always regrets at the end of this life.

Naturally, Fu Qiu is the same. He regretted it, regretted why he was so strong for a while and injured the niece of the sect master, Qing Yao, at the martial arts competition, otherwise his family would not have fallen into the middle of the family, so he let his thirteen-year-old sister marry, and subsidized the family by collecting the dowry that he felt was insignificant in the past, and his mother could not be effectively treated when she was seriously ill.

"Hmm..."

Shuo Fang's long sigh pulled Fu Qiu back from his contemplation, and it seemed that Shuo Fang's long sigh seemed to hide a trace of sadness.

"This is not a dream, this ancient realm is beyond the Six Realms... Six... World... "Do the math, I've been here for 100,000 years, wandering all day long in this boundless ancient secluded realm, lonely and sad, and repeating the cycle. I don't know what the Six Realms look like, and I don't know if the emperor is..."As for this, Shuo Fang seemed to fall into deep thought, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh, and then remained silent.

How did Fu Qiu know Shuo Fang's thoughts, but he could also guess that this ancient god was also worried because of feelings, if this was really not a dream, could it be that he really fell from the path of yin and yang?

At this time, he couldn't think about it so much, he died and died, and he no longer had nostalgia, so what could he do? But he didn't know who the emperor was? What happened between him and that emperor? Why has this recipe been here for tens of thousands of years, is it that even this ancient god can't escape from this ancient secluded realm? So he is just a mortal soul...

The warm current on Fu Qiu's body became stronger and stronger, as if there was some force calling him, but he was blocked in the far distance.

After thinking about it, he decided to ask.

"I said... Old... If you can't leave, how can you let me go?"

Fu Qiu's words can be described as hitting the nail on the head, which made Shuo Fang speechless.

The two were silent for a long time......

"Sauvignon Blanc, don't see each other. Acacia is speechless, empty to the moon, see each other and hate for nine days......" Shuo Fang's voice became more and more sad.

At this moment, an invisible force suddenly lifted Fu Qiu up, and with a roar, he was suddenly confused, and this force rolled him up like a hurricane and flew straight towards the sky.

In the dark, Fu Qiu only felt that the red sun was like a meteor in the distance, and it disappeared in front of him in an instant.

"Boom... Knock knock..."

The sound of heartbeat came from his chest, but to his ears, as if it was ringing in his ears, Fu Qiu calmed down and tried to open his eyes.

A slightly dazzling light jumped into his eyes, accompanied by a tingling sensation all over his body, and he had to say 'wow'.

"I'm alive, I'm not dead!?" A feeling of great excitement came over him, and in a blink of an eye, a girl who looked like a maid stood quietly beside him, fanning him, and when he woke up, he hurriedly turned his head and shouted, "Little master, little master".

Then, the figure of a young man in a white robe had swept in front of him.

Fu Qiu settled down again.

'So handsome...' was the first impression that the white-robed boy gave him.

"You're awake. Before Fu Qiu could make a sound, the young man asked first.

Naturally, this young man is mindless of dust.

After giving Fu Qiu the needle, Nian Wuchen gave him a Bi Serum Heart Pill to help accelerate the spread of the Nine Turns Life Renewal Pill in his body, and then discussed the follow-up matters with his father Fu Yu. originally thought that Fu Qiu would have to wake up at least at noon the next day, but he never thought that he would recover so quickly, which really surprised and delighted him, so he hurriedly checked his pulse.

After a moment, Nian Wuchen's face showed a hint of relief.

"Are you?" Fu Qiu asked, at this time, the tingling pain on his body gradually disappeared, but he felt weak all over his body, and even opening his mouth felt so laborious.

"Nian Wuchen, it was Lang Zhong who was invited by your father. Nian Wuchen shook his sleeves and introduced indifferently.

Fu Qiu was just about to speak, a hot current surged up in his chest, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out 'wow', and he fainted again...

At noon the next day...

Fu Qiu was able to get out of bed and walk freely, while Fu Yu was beside him with joy and sorrow, Nian Wuchen sat casually and drank tea, Xiao Yu stood beside him with a smile, and the old housekeeper Yan also rushed over from his house, crying with joy.

"Okay, okay, Daddy, Uncle Yan, don't I come back to life? I'm the one who was rescued by the gods in front of the underworld!" Fu Qiu happily circled around the room, jokingly comforting.

Fu Yu knew his son's situation, and he had told Fu Qiu when he was in a coma that although Fu Qiu had been pulled back from the ghost gate, his illness had not been removed, and he would die after a few months. Therefore, if you want to survive, you must find a way to save yourself.

Only Feng Wuji, the former sword-wielding elder of the Liuyun Sword Sect, was the only one who contracted this brown heavenly disease and did not die, and it is said that this Feng Wuji had refined an elixir called Jueling Jade Dew by himself to cure his own brown heavenly disease. However, whether it is right or wrong has become a rumor, and the Liuyun Sword Sect has already split into two factions, the Lingyun Sword Sect and the Lingxiao Palace, and Feng Wuji also disappeared from the world at that time, and since then, the Jueling Jade Dew refined by Feng Wuji has naturally become a legend.

However, the only known method is that, Fu Yu couldn't bear to tell Fu Qiu the truth, so he asked Nian Wuchen, wait for Fu Qiu to be better, and take him on the road with him to find the cure for Brown Heaven's disease, and only by following Nian Wuchen, Fu Qiu can delay the recurrence of Brown Heaven's disease, after all, Nian Wuchen is the descendant of the former divine doctor Lichuan's medical skills.

"Qiu'er, come here. After being silent for a long time, Fu Yu still called him over, planning to explain to him some things that had been arranged for the future.

The whole room was silent for a moment, Fu Qiu saw that his father was so serious, and the others were also quiet, so naturally he didn't dare to slack off, hurriedly leaned over, and stood in front of Fu Yu cautiously.