Immediately, a group of people descended the mountain in a mighty manner, and the small village returned to peace again.
From that day on, people in the village began to pay attention to Lao Xu's child. They all knew that after he fell ill, he might have a brain problem and become different from before.
At the age of six or seven, he is not as lively and active as other children. When no one is around, he is either silent and dazed alone, or he is doing some boxing tricks.
Xu Hong's mother often shed tears secretly alone. As the child's mother, she was naturally more aware of the changes in her child. Although the child still called her mother, there was always a sense of strangeness in her tone.
, as if he had really forgotten everything.
Xu Hong's father, on the other hand, was also helpless about all this. As time went by, he became taciturn.
A family of three feels like a couple and a strange child, only connected by a trace of the same blood.
Soon, eight years flew by.
Over the past eight years, although the relationship between Xu Hong and this couple has improved somewhat and is no longer as strange as before, there is still no affection between mother and son or between father and son.
"It's so difficult to integrate into this world of mortals... If we really immerse ourselves in it in the future and then try to detach ourselves, it will be so difficult."
In a corner of the yard, Xu Hong, who has grown into a big man, is chopping firewood, but when he thinks of his experiences in the past eight years, he can only smile helplessly.
Although he has tried his best to integrate himself into this place, this village, and this world of mortals, he has never succeeded.
In the past eight years, although Xu Hong and this couple have been living like parents and relatives, it is difficult for him to truly regard them as his parents in his heart.
Knowing that it is false, but forcing yourself to take it seriously from the bottom of your heart is too difficult, and it is not something you can do just by thinking about it.
"My father is Xu Daojun, the genius of the Xu family. He became a saint within eight hundred years of age. His family's bloodline has been the best in the world for thousands of years. But this man... is fake!" Xu Hong looked at the man who was working as a carpenter in the courtyard.
The middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh slightly.
"Hong'er, what's wrong?" The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at Xu Hong.
Eight years have passed, and time has left many traces on his face. Even his temples have turned gray, but the look he looked at Xu Hong was still as full of kindness as it was eight years ago.
"Nothing." Xu Hong shook his head, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and continued to chop wood.
In the past eight years, according to his memory, he also practiced some boxing and kicking, and his strength has reached the seventh level of body training!
In this barren mountain village without auxiliary herbs and cultivation resources, it was extremely difficult for Xu Hong to raise his level to this level in just a few years with his frail body.
In this village where mortals with different martial arts skills live, Xu Hong is definitely the number one master.
But he didn't show anything. In the eyes of others, he was just stronger and stronger.
"You two, father and son, wash your hands and come over for dinner." Xu's mother's voice came from inside the house.
"Okay." Xu Hong responded, then sighed slightly and walked into the house.
Time flies, and another nine years have passed. Xu Hong has grown into a young man of 23 or 24 years old. It has been seventeen years since he came to this world. His body has become stronger and stronger, and he has reached the ninth level of body refining.
peak.
In the past nine years, the relationship between him and the couple has also become deeper with the accumulation of time, which has weakened the instinctive resistance in Xu Hong's heart.
In the past nine years, the couple has become older, and most of their black hair has turned gray, with a few strands of white hair faintly mixed in.
But when they looked at Xu Hong, the love and kindness in their eyes never changed.
This year, the couple arranged a marriage for Xu Hong. The girl was the daughter of the village head Uncle Zhang, named Zhang Fan, who was pure and lovely.
After Xu Hong learned about it, he just hesitated for a while and then agreed.
Since you are blending into this world of mortals, you must blend in completely. There is no need to avoid anything.
One year after their marriage, Zhang Fan gave birth to a son for Xu Hong. From then on, the whole family became more lively, and Xu Hong seemed to have something indescribable in his heart without even realizing it.
After this, Xu Hong put down his Lingwu training. Every time he came, he finished the work at hand and spent the extra time with his parents, wife and children.
This kind of comfortable life made Xu Hong very relaxed.
Another twenty years have passed, and Xu Hong's parents have grown old. Their hair is now white, and their wrinkled faces always have a hint of kindness.
Xu Hong and his wife Zhang Fan are no longer young and are already middle-aged. The center of the entire family seems to revolve around their son Xu Feng.
Over the past twenty years, as he watched his son grow up day by day and his parents age day by day, Xu Hong's heart was slowly changing. The instinctive rejection in his heart was no longer there, and he had slowly begun to integrate into this world.
False world.
Then thirty years passed, during which the lives of the two elderly people in the Xu family came to an end.
When they parted, Xu Hong felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart, accompanied by a strange stinging pain.
Feeling this feeling that should not have appeared in him, Xu Hong knew that he had really integrated into it.
Even when he thought of the word father, in addition to a stunning figure that he had never seen before and had only experienced in Mr. Yan's thoughts, there was also a figure with a slightly stooped body and a more handsome appearance.
He is the figure of an extremely ordinary man.
As for my impression of my mother, it was the false character constructed by this world that made the most profound impression.
"What is true and what is false?"
Xu Hong, who has also entered old age, sat in the yard and sighed softly.
This year, Xu Hong's grandson also had an heir, and the Xu family became even more lively.
Zhang Fan, who was already full of white hair, held Xu Hong's hand, and a pair of old people looked at the children and grandchildren in the hall with peaceful expressions.
"Ah Hong, I really hope that I can continue like this for the rest of my life. I originally wanted to see my great-grandson, start a family, marry a wife and have children. But my body has already. I am very happy to be with you in this life. You will always be with me.
Are you going to follow me?" Zhang Fan sighed with emotion, as if he felt that his end was approaching, and his eyes showed a kind of reluctance to leave this world.
"Yes, I will stay with you until the end of life." Xu Hong held Zhang Fan's palm and nodded.
Seven years later, Zhang Fan's body finally lay on the bed, already on his deathbed.
Beside her, only Xu Hong was sitting quietly, and outside the room, descendants of the Xu family were kneeling, many of them sobbing softly.
"Ah Hong, I'm leaving. I'm very happy to be able to hold hands with you in this life, really happy..." Zhang Fan raised his hand with difficulty and grabbed Xu Hong's palm, his voice getting weaker and weaker,
There was a hint of hope in his eyes: "A Hong, I really hope that we can walk hand in hand again in the next life..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Fan's palms were about to fall down weakly.
Xu Hong grabbed her hand and held it tightly. His eyes were fixed on the old woman who had passed away. His eyes were complicated. After a long time, he sighed softly: "This time, I can't promise you, otherwise, I will be forever."
, I have only experienced this world of mortals for one life..."
At the end, Xu Hong's wrinkled face had two lines of clear tears, but his eyes were unprecedentedly clear, revealing a kind of understanding.
boom!
The whole earth seemed to be shaking, and Xu Hong saw the void in front of him and began to distort.
First, Zhang Fan, who was lying on the bed, collapsed, and then the entire room, as well as the kneeling descendants of the Xu family outside the room, as well as this village, this world, and all existence began to collapse and turned into wisps of magic patterns.
Fluctuations poured into Xu Hong's body.
Xu Hong's world turned completely dark.
At the same time, in the mysterious space where the crystal platform is located.
In Xu Hong's motionless body, a series of magic lines suddenly appeared. These magic lines all carried a strong aura of the world of mortals, and finally shrank into a blur in Xu Hong's body.
"Well! After a year, the young master's body has changed. Is it because his mind is trying to break away from the world created by the mortal magic fruit?"
Xu Hong's sudden change alarmed Mr. Yan on the crystal platform.
In the world created by the Red Dust Magic Fruit, Xu Hong experienced a lifetime of mortal life, but outside, it only lasted a year.
Mr. Yan moved and appeared next to Xu Hong. His body exuded an extremely powerful holy power.
During this year, Mr. Yan's own thoughts had long been condensed and integrated with the body of the spirit demon, and he had entered the holy path.
Now Mr. Yan is a genuine saint, and he is also the most top-notch existence among saints, with the power equivalent to sixty half-saints.
Moreover, this is not his limit, because his current state has not yet reached the peak of a saint. Once he reaches the peak of cultivation, his strength can be improved a lot.
But even so, he couldn't open the blockade of this space.
Therefore, this year, he could only wait here for Xu Hong to free himself.
"No, he can't break free yet, he just took the first step on the way to break free!" Xuandu Moxiang felt the aura on Xu Hong's body and spoke slowly.
Over the past year, he has read numerous books on magic, and his understanding of magic has reached an extremely advanced level.
Hearing the words of Xuandu Demonic, Mr. Yan was not disappointed, because once Xu Hong took the first step, he would get out of it sooner or later, it was just a matter of time.