After Pan Long arrived in Suishan County, he did not go straight to Ren's house at the first time. Instead, he found an inn, had a meal, took a shower, and changed into new clothes.

By the way, I also inquired about the current time.

He has been practicing in the mountains for a long time, but only remembers what year this year is. He can see the general season now, and as for what month and day, he really doesn't remember it.

After asking, he realized that it was April 17, 17th year of Emperor Renchen.

Calculate the time, he is already nineteen years old.

"Since I left home at the age of sixteen, it has been three years in a blink of an eye!"

Pan Long sighed and came to Ren Mansion.

The person guarding the door was still Uncle Chen. Three years seemed to have no effect on the old man. When he saw Pan Long appear, he couldn't help laughing.

"Master Long, you are taller and stronger than when you met last time, and you look more like a man!" he said happily.

Pan Long also smiled: "Uncle Chen is not old at all. I think you have achieved success in your cultivation and are about to enter the realm of real people?"

"It's not that easy. Although Shaoqing's Secret Book is brave and diligent, he still has to move forward step by step. I was injured when I was young and damaged my foundation. I can't even tell whether I can replenish the foundation before the qi and blood are exhausted, or even step through the entrance hall and rush open the twelve-level building."

"But I think you can!"

"Then I'll lend you a good word."

The two of them spoke and walked, first going to pay homage to their grandfather, and then Pan Long went to the small courtyard where he lived last time.

As soon as he arrived at the gate of the yard, he saw a familiar figure shaking a boxing in the yard.

The man's boxing style was as slow as a movie, but the frame between his hands and feet was greatly stretched, and his whole body was completely stretched out. It was obviously a slow movement, but it had a unique elegant and free charm.

What Pan Long noticed was the identity of this person.

"Dad?! Why are you here?" he exclaimed in dismay.

Pan Lei stopped boxing, smiled, and said, "You bastard remember to pick up your mother out of seclusion, so why can't I remember? Is it better for a husband to care about his wife than his son?"

Pan Long was choked and sighed: "Dad, why do you want to quarrel with someone when you open your mouth? I didn't offend you, right?"

Pan Lei sighed: "I have been practicing hard for a few years. I have gone further in my martial arts skills, and there is a sign of vague cultivation of innate physical dissatisfaction. I am very satisfied. As a result, I met my son who had not seen him for three years and found that this kid had become a congenital master, and even had cultivated into a qi and physical dissatisfaction... What kind of expression should I use to face you?"

"...Are you jealous?"

"Yes, I'm so jealous!" Pan Lei walked over and punched his chest, "Boy! I haven't seen you for three years, and I'm not saying that I'm just going to have a piece of my body. My kung fu is simply ecstatic. Dad, I'm very jealous of you!"

The father and son looked at each other and laughed.

After laughing, Pan Lei dragged his son out to drink.

"I've just arrived home, shouldn't I take a break first?"

"Men from northern China drink wine and rest."

"...You haven't told me like this before!"

"You were still young at that time, and now you are almost twenty years old and have grown up."

"Sixteen is not young..."

"That's different!" Pan Lei shook his head repeatedly, "At that time, you were just a little chicken. I could cover you with my wings spread. Now you are already a big penis. If you can't even cover yourself, then I'd just give it away for nothing if I want to help... For men, being able to withstand the wind and rain and grudges can be supported, even if they grow up."

After hearing his words, Pan Long couldn't help but think of Han Feng's incident and couldn't help but sigh.

"Dad, A Feng..."

"I already know." Pan Lei's smile also calmed down, "People enter the world, like soldiers on the battlefield. Being famous is like making achievements. If a person wants to become famous, I don't know how many people will fall. Xiao Feng... he is just not lucky."

"If we could be more careful or more cruel at that time..." Pan Long lowered his head and said, "Or, I could be stronger..."

"The past cannot be changed, we can only learn from the lessons." Pan Lei patted his son's shoulder, "A Long, you are already a master in nature, and you are also considered the number one figure in this world. You have to look forward, and you can't always think about the past."

"Don't you like reading Wen Chaogong's books? Remember what he said in the end in "The Legend of Iron-Blooded Orphans"? Everything we do will not be in vain. As long as we don't stop, there will be a road ahead!" Pan Lei said, "I remember right? I like this paragraph very much."

Pan Long nodded. That part was the words of encouragement to each other when the war orphans were desperate to assassinate the tyrants at the end.

The book ended here abruptly, and the assassination process was not discussed whether it was successful or not. Among Wen Chaogong's works, there were many cases of leaving blank space at the end, and each of them caused a lot of controversy.

Pan Long naturally read the book and knew the source of this passage. He sighed softly and said nothing.

The two walked side by side and came to the tavern. When the food and food were served, Pan Long couldn't help asking: "Dad, does the immortal have the means to bring back the dead?"

"Probably, there is. But even if you are reborn, you can only perform it shortly after your death. I have never heard of any immortal who can resurrect those who have died for several years or even decades or hundreds of years."

"Isn't there any in the Book of Journey to the West..."

"In that story, the drowned king's body has been protected by the Dragon God, and his soul has been protected. Strictly speaking, he is not dead at all."

"I have always protected Afeng's body well."

"But where are you looking for his soul?"

Pan Long couldn't answer.

"Son, people should look forward! Of course, it is not impossible to save the regrets of the past. But you must know that human power has its limits. Even if you surpass mortals and cultivate immortality, you will still be part of the world's all living beings. In the end, human power will sometimes become poor!"

Seeing that Pan Long was still not relieved, he sighed and said, "Do you know the battle between the Sixth Fairy of Ziyun Palace and the Left-Shift Sword Jin Biao?"

"Of course I know."

"In that battle, six masters from Ziyun Palace attacked first, and Jin Biao's three friends died on the spot." Pan Lei's face was a little gloomy and his voice was hoarse, "Those three friends have been with him many times and have saved his life. Everyone made an appointment. When everyone gets old in the future, they will wash their hands and go to the south to buy a few manors that they can stay together, bask in the sun and take care of their children..."

Pan Long looked at his gloomy expression and couldn't help but sigh.

"This is the case in the world. The past cannot be advised, and the future can still be pursued. Instead of being depressed by the past, it is better to work hard to do the future. The Emperor Jiazi said, "If you cry when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars." Sadness and nostalgia cannot solve the problem, and will only make you weaker."

"If I don't miss you, the dead will be gone forever."

"Who in this world can never pass away?"

The father and son were speechless.

Finally, Pan Long finished drinking a large jar of strong wine and said fiercely: "I must cultivate immortality! As long as I don't die, as long as I don't forget, those dead people will not really die!"

"Although the reason is not very good, if you can do it, this reason will probably become a beautiful story for future generations." Pan Lei said with a smile, "Dad, I won't see that day. After you become an immortal, remember to help me spread the story."

"...Don't say something discouraged, who says you can't become an immortal?"

"Our family of three is a congenital master. It is already very powerful. You want to become immortals? Son, you are too greedy!"

"Is it okay to be greedy? Is it harder for the whole family to become immortals than the goal of our family's ancestors?"

"Your words are really convincing..."
Chapter completed!