Chapter 12 Sailing Boat (2) ()

Legend has it that cultivators above the Golden Pill have no dreams at all.

Because dreams are a disorderly combination of chaotic thoughts. The existence of dreams means restlessness and irregularity in true energy. It means insufficient dormancy and precious energy is wasted on meaningless delusions. A cultivator who can completely control his body cannot and will not allow his body to become disorderly. Dreams are strangled in the bud when they are just brewing.

Without inverted dreams, it is the ideal sleep state for cultivators.

My father has no dreams.

Although he had dreamed of turning over the leader of Nangong to dominate the East Dahai and spending the old days of Xiao Taiping in Baiyun Township, those were actions that were truly carried out by him, not dreams without meaning or goals.

And I have dreams.

I often dream of unrealistic and absurd and upside-down things. When I wake up, I will drool, sperm, and cry.

Because of this, my father often slapped in the face. I don’t know if the report was beaten by Murong Zhi or Benta.

The most taboo thing when practicing internal skills is to eat, get up and lie down. The dreams in shallow sleep are a taboo in the practice of internal skills. Qualified internal skills can easily enter deep sleep and rest in three hours without any distractions. Top-quality internal skills can even continue to practice internal skills during sleep. This perverted state is called "unable and thoughtless". This monster practices three times as efficiently as the same level, because other people's will cannot force their own body to practice automatically while sleeping and eating.

I am not lacking in internal skills. If I follow the Confucian method of concentration, I can also deliberately achieve deep sleep. But I know that I am definitely not the kind of top internal skills genius, and I cannot be so dull, so persistent, and so natural.

I am a very thoughtful person.

I can't give up my love for dreaming.

This is a real obstacle to my internal strength cultivation. I cannot accept a sleep without spring dreams or battles.

And now I can no longer give up dreaming. Now only in my dreams can I see my parents.

This time, my dream of upside down was very realistic and very long.

Because I met my father and mother in my dream.

They did not look as embarrassed as they were when they died yesterday.

My father was more than ten years old. At that time, his hair was not completely bald, his waist was covered with a golden knife, his jade belt was tied, and he looked like a nouveau riche.

My mother is a young woman who has just become a mother for the first time. She is still taciturn and still follows her father for me. She is wearing plain clothes, embroidered with first-class peonies, and the fun of the officials and ladies from the imperial capital.

She touched my five-year-old head. I shaved the drooping hair of a five-year-old Chinese child. I just left a strand of hair on my forehead and couldn't stand it!

The crabapple flowers fell in the courtyard, and the rich fragrance of flowers made me choke.

It is a crabapple flower in Guangling City, and we bought a hidden courtyard there.

"Drink some wine and get rid of the cold."

My son poured a glass of wine into my five-year-old belly. "Chong'er, we want to send you to practice immortality. Dad originally wanted to give it to you personally, but the immortal said that he was not sincere. The future path to practicing immortality depends on you, and the first step to get out of this family is to start."

Cultivating immortals? Hey, mother, didn’t you say you were going to start teaching me to read books by sages? You have to tell me better stories every day, Dad, didn’t I follow you to practice my muscles and bones and be a pirate? Why did you send me away?

"I don't want it!"

In fact, I am still eager to try to cultivate immortals. At the age of fifteen, I already know how nagging and boring the sages of the Confucian sect are. I can no longer dream when I practice martial arts deep within my internal skills. I can fly and clone them... There are many fun places, and it is said that only geniuses can practice and become geniuses are synonymous with me?

But I decided to say "no" in my dream because I was five years old in the dream obviously could not have such a perception. And once I said "go", will this dream end forever, and my parents will never appear even in the dream again?

"Hmph!" The father in the dream raised his face, "This is for your good boy. He has become the disciple of the immortal chief and will benefit from it in the future! The leader of Nangong has learned to be so arrogant today because he has been studying immortals for ten years!"

My mother hugged me, "A man will eventually leave his parents. Besides, you have a fate with immortality, so you must seize this opportunity. In our five turbidities and evil worlds, only cultivating immortality is the best future."

She kissed me, "In the fairy mountain, you will meet other partners, and you won't be lonely. Just think about your mother occasionally."

A strange hand was about to pull me away from my mother's arms.

"Yuan Jiankong, you have come from where you come from, and now you go!"

Whether I was five years old or fifteen years old in my dream, I was extremely shocked:

At the age of fifteen, I knew that things and people I had never seen before would appear in my dreams, and at the age of five, I was trembling because I was afraid of strangers.

I've never seen him!

I can't see that person's face, but I clearly feel the thousands of coldness that isolates the world of time.

I had a feeling that once I was pulled apart, I would be separated from my parents forever!

Both of them screamed at the same time.

"No, I won't go anywhere! My parents are here every day, and I will be with them all day."

"Chong'er!" My mother suddenly hugged me tightly, and her nails were deeply trapped in my flesh, preventing me from being pulled away by that cold hand.

"Husband, please let Kong'er go!" she turned around and shouted.

My father actually knelt down and kowtowed to the stranger. I had never seen him do this before, even if he just bowed to the father of the boss Nangong. The things in the dream went against my daily cognition.

"Well. You need to know that the things that are hit can't be escaped after all!"

The man's hand passed by the wind.

My heart was a little wider, and suddenly my eyes lit up. There seemed to be a silver sword shining on Luoyingping Square in the courtyard.

I was like a famous horse and a sword. At the age of five, I broke away from my mother's arms and jumped down to pick up the sword.

The sword was as light as nothing, and the spider's silk was not as good as it was; but the sword tip was shining, and I instinctively felt that any object had lost the thickness of material in front of this sword.

The front blade of the sword is engraved with eight tadpole characters, which I don’t know at all; the back blade of the sword is engraved with three ancient seals, I look familiar with it, isn’t this a “Xianke”? Ah, this is the silver snake sword I threw in the sea, how could I meet it in my dream!

The cold water flooded my head, just like I did in the sea yesterday!

"It's OK to get up."

A shark leather boot was kicking my head.

"Who dead guy dares to kick me!"

A carp rolled up and blew the salt crystals on my eyelids. Maybe when I was dreaming, my body was still crying. The tears were wet and dry, and my face almost became a salt field.

Murong Zhi looked at the time on the pocket watch and said, "I was hurt less than me, but I slept longer than me. How can I hold on with fourteen days? Give me a bed to Benduo quickly. Remember to change the job on time, and leave without any example."

"Can you think about my mood?"

"We arrived on land and had time to mourn the adoptive father and wife. What we have to do now is to save our lives and consider how to drive this small sailboat to Baiyun Township.

Murong Zhi thought for a while and handed me a bowl of broth.

"It's not delicious. But it must be finished. My order."

As she said, it is truly unpalatable. In order to maintain my pride, I endured not to vomit and put the broth into my stomach.

"What is it made? There is no meat reserve on the ship."

"Just just now, I cleaned the cabin and counted the supplies, and found a nest of rats, probably when the building ship fled to the sailboat when it was in chaos. I made them all the soup. You, me, and Hondo each had a bowl of them."

Fortunately, I asked after I finished eating.

"In the next four hours, you go to the front boat to helm, and I will control the sail. The wind direction changes a little, and if you don't grasp it well, you will deviate from the channel."

In my experience, Murong Zhi has always been a person without a sense of humor. She says anything unlucky. Now her tone is serious, and I don’t think she will turn sex and make jokes.

"Can I ask, how severe your injury is?"

This is the last question I want to confirm.

Murong Zhi frowned and wrapped the bandage wrapped around her chest in a corner. I saw a black fork-like trauma lying hideously over her cleavage like a savage. It was the trauma caused by the poisonous serrated double knife. I remember that this was Oda's weapon.

Can she still live?

"The Murong family has an anti-toxic constitution. After applying the medicine, it can temporarily suppress the poison for half a month."
Chapter completed!