Xiao Wu woke up. He opened his eyes and looked out the window at the scenery, stunned.

Outside the window was a towering tree, growing like a canopy, even completely covering the yard. Sunlight shone in through the dappled shadows of the trees, spilling on his bed.

The bed is a mahogany bed, and the texture is slightly cold to the touch. The patterns carved on it are intricate and beautiful, and you can see that they must be worth a lot of money at a glance.

He gasped, "What's the matter? What's wrong? Is it crossing? Or is it ......?"

He ran out of bed and searched frantically around the room, finally finding a bronze mirror.

"God's special bronze mirror!" Xiao Wu burst out foul, and then used the bronze mirror to shine on his face, the tragedy was that he could only see the shadowy clothes, and the distorted facial features couldn't see what he looked like.

He inexplicably remembered that Tang Taizong said that "using copper as a mirror can be a proper dress", so he can only be dressed properly. He sat down on the bed, stunned, and then two lines of tears flowed down his face...... Silent crying is real sadness.

"Wow......" is heartbreaking. If you don't listen carefully, you won't be able to hear it at all, like the wail of a wild boar before it dies.

Well, that's the real sadness, and that cry is beyond the realm of human beings.

"What should I do? I don't want to be here! I'm very satisfied with my life!" Xiao Wu cried and chattered, already in a state of collapse.

The door opened, and a crowd of people came in. A beautiful woman in fine clothes rushed through the door with servants of all sizes.

"My son is awake! God is happy! My son is awake! Go and inform the master, and say that my son is finally awake. The beautiful woman rushed over and grabbed Xiao Wu's hand, and tears flowed in her eyes for a moment.

"My son has been in a coma for a whole month, and I finally woke up!" he said and hugged Xiao Wu, crying silently.

For a while, the women also cried, Xiao Wu also cried, and under the desolate scene, although the servants may not empathize, they also shed tears one by one. For a while, the crying at home shook the sky.

The cry came out, and the servants in the courtyard didn't know what to do, but they said that the young master was in a coma for a whole month, and he was afraid that something had happened, how could he not cry if there was something in the master's house, and the crying was louder.

The old man in the woman's mouth originally heard the little maid come to report the joy in his heart, urging the sedan chair man to run quickly, but when he arrived outside the gate, he heard the whole house crying and grabbing the ground, and the resolute face that was originally slightly happy was frozen. With a sigh in his heart, he said to the housekeeper who greeted him out of the house, "Go buy some white cloth and white lanterns, and hang them up." The butler didn't know what was going on, and nodded yes.

The old man walked to Xiao Wumen, just as the woman in Chinese clothes walked out of the door. I saw that the woman's eyes were red and swollen, and she wiped her tears, and the old man went up and hugged her, "Madame, don't be too sad, Wu'er...... Wu'er ...... "After that, he also cried, but he was in tears, and he couldn't hold it back for a while."

The woman only said that the old man cried with joy, but did not hear clearly what his master said, seeing that he couldn't stop crying, so he had to comfort beside him, and when he couldn't stop, he could only sigh, and then ordered the maid next to him: "Go and find the girl that the young master said, the young master may be sick with lovesickness." After that, he didn't speak when he looked at his master, and waited quietly.

At this time, Xiao Wu had already stopped crying. What made him stop crying was not because of the sadness that had passed, but because when he was hugging and crying with the beautiful woman, a sudden dinging sound sounded in his mind, and then an old man with fairy wind and bones flashed in a burst of white mist, he was dressed in white clothes, white shirts and white beard, white head, white hair and white dust, and he looked like a fairy man. The old man stroked his beard and smiled, and looked at him quietly.

Xiao Wu has been dreaming a lot lately, dreaming that he is flying into the sky, dreaming that he is shaking his hand and using a skill to achieve cool results, dreaming that he is soaring in the daytime, and dreaming that he is sitting on a throne and ruling the gods......

Whenever his dream is cool, a white-bearded old man will pop out, and then pretend to be X to shake off the dust, and ask in a fairy manner: "What's the matter?"

Xiao Wu would "cut" it, and then the dream shattered and woke up from his bed.

In fact, Xiao Wu is a person who is very easy to satisfy, he lives an ordinary 9-to-5 life, finds an ordinary but loving wife, and the two are newly married Yan'er, which is a beautiful season.

But people are like this, no matter how beautiful the life is, no matter how easy it is to be satisfied, he will occasionally feel that it is not as beautiful as the strange and beautiful in the dream.

So, on the wedding night, the dream came again, and the white-bearded old man asked him, "What's the matter?"

And then, and then he woke up. When I woke up, I didn't see his simple two-bedroom apartment of more than 100 square meters, but a mahogany bed...... I can't see my parents, I can't see my newly married daughter-in-law, and I don't know if I left my offspring last night...... So he came from the sadness, this is all through and playing a P!

Seeing this white-bearded old man in his mind again, Xiao Wu was furious, but unfortunately it was purely a consciousness in his mind, otherwise he really wanted to rush up and beat this bad old man!

Xiao Wu shouted in his mind: "Old man, this is still a dream, right? You want to scare me, right?"

The old man brushed the dust and smiled slightly, "This is not a dream, this is just the way the old man gave you the path to cultivating immortals." ”

"You just want me to cultivate immortals so much?" Xiao Wu didn't read Xiuzhen novels, although he hadn't seen it, it was not unfamiliar.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, "Hehe, some people are talented, wouldn't it be a pity not to cultivate immortals." And you, in this life, will embark on the path of cultivation. ”

"Hey, hey, hey...... Hey, hey, hey, hey!" Xiao Wu laughed sinisterly.

"What's that?" the old man was confused. How can this look like a conspiracy succeeds while talking?

"Old man", Xiao Wu's tone suddenly became fearless.

"Wait a minute", the white-bearded old man was not good, "I am an immortal, and I am not an ordinary immortal, you call me an old man?"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Xiao Wu continued to sneer, "Old man, you send me back, or I'll die now." Didn't you ask me to cultivate immortals? I won't cultivate, you will kill me?"

The white-bearded old man, the indifference on the face of the great immortal was a little tense for a moment, he shook off the dust, stretched out his hand and pointed at Xiao Wu, "You!!" and then heard the words in the old man's mouth, and his body was like a wave of water. The light flickered, but the old man endured it.

"Okay. But if you ask yourself, do you really want to live an ordinary life? Are you really willing to spend your life in peace?"

"Hmm!"

I'll wipe it off! This is not a routine card! How can this make people pick up? The old man sorted out his thoughts for a moment, and put on a kind and patient face again.

"Do you have a dream?"

"Yes!" Xiao Wu nodded this time.

The old man's face was obviously flushed, "Hehe, tell me your dreams." ”

"I have a dream", Xiao Wu was stunned for two seconds when he said this, "I dream that you can send me back." ”

Bang! The white-bearded old man disappeared.

Xiao Wuzheng was stunned, and a figure slowly condensed in his mind. The anger on the old man's face had faded, and he had regained his expression of fairy wind and bones.

"What happened just now?" Xiao Wu asked tremblingly.

The old man smiled slightly, "It's okay, my mentality just now collapsed a little, and I used a small spell to relieve my anger." ”

I'm going to do it, so literary???

This is really angry, right?