Cultivation of Immortality

In the stories they heard about elixirs, this kind of treasure was mostly used to cure diseases and had the effect of bringing the dead back to life. To mortals, it was the most precious treasure in the world. In the past, they only regarded it as illusory myths and legends. , I never dreamed that I would get such a thing one day.

"Could this be a Danbao? Is there really such a treasure?" Qing'er looked at Hongshi worriedly and asked.

Hong Shi glared and said, "You are so ignorant. My grandfather is a living god who can fly. Didn't you just think that flying gods are legends? There are also river monsters. We have seen them with our own eyes." ”

Qing'er curled her lips disdainfully and said, "Who hasn't seen it? The strange things my son did are no worse than what you mentioned. My son also fought with the dragon girl holding a winter melon, and he even won. Such a big tiger I My son can be beaten to death, even before he was born..."

Hong Shi hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Okay, okay, I know all this. You are more knowledgeable than me, right? Then do you think this is a pill?"

"I think..." Qing'er licked her lips and looked at the skinned tiger, "Maybe, after all, the size of this tiger is a bit unusual."

"Yes! This tiger is no worse than those legendary evil spirits. He is just a tiger spirit!" Hongshi is willing to say that the tiger is more powerful. The thing about peeing his pants is indeed a bit embarrassing.

"You have to keep this carefully." Qing'er found a small piece of silk and carefully wrapped the beads, then stuffed them into her luggage.

Hongshi was overjoyed and said, "This time you have a treasure. When you go back, let your parents take care of it for a while, and then give it to my parents. Carrying this thing with you can cure diseases and strengthen the body."

"Yeah!" Qing'er was also very excited,

The more Hongshi thought about it, the more excited he said, "It's worth it! This trip is worth it, and all these years of suffering are not in vain!"

Qing'er said with a smile, "Looking at your potential, our son might even become an immortal in the future. If I give you an elixir then, you can become an immortal."

Hong Shihan smiled and said, "I don't dare to have that kind of dream. I'll be content if I can live a hundred years. If there is an elixir, I'll give it to you."

Qing'er poked his finger on the forehead and said, "It's really worthless. If my son can really get the elixir, then it won't be difficult to get one more. How can I live without you?"

Hongshi looked at his son sleeping on the side with a silly smile, pulled Qing'er's sleeve and said, "Do you think he is having a nightmare?"

When Qing'er looked over, she saw her son's little brows were furrowed, his little face was full of anxiety, and his little hands were constantly moving.

"It looks like it." Qing'er touched her son's forehead and whispered to Hongshi, "It's not hot."

Hongshi said worriedly, "How about waking him up? He has slept too much for a day and a night."

"Don't..., let's wait a little longer." Qing'er was also a little undecided.

At this moment, Zhui'er woke up from his dream with a loud cry, opened his eyes and looked at his parents in front of him blankly.

"Zhui'er, what do you think? You've been sleeping all day and night." Qing'er asked nervously.

Zhui'er didn't seem to have recovered yet. He looked around and then said to Qing'er, "I had a strange dream."

"What did you dream about? Don't be afraid, mother is here." Seeing that he didn't look like something was wrong, Qing'er couldn't help but feel relieved and took her son to her side.

"Hmm..." Zhui'er looked at Hongshi and hesitated to say anything.

Qing'er winked at her husband, then waved her hand and said, "Go and bake some meat for your son."

Redstone is boring

He shook his head and stood up. He could see that his son had become a habit of guarding against him, which made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

After Hongshi walked away, Qing'er asked in a low voice, "What kind of dream was it? From now on, you don't have to hide your dreams from your father."

Zhui'er bit her lip and thought for a moment, then whispered, "I dreamed of a very big eagle. It swooped down to catch someone."

"How big is it? Who is it going to catch?" Qing'er asked with a smile.

"It's huge! Bigger than a house!" Zhui'er's eyes showed lingering fear.

Qing'er smiled and said, "How can there be such a big eagle in the world? It's just a dream, don't be afraid."

"But I think it's true."

"Okay, okay, then who is it trying to catch? Is it the big bad guy?"

"No!" Zhui'er shook his head vigorously, his eyes full of thinking.

"Who is that? Can't remember?" Qing'er pinched her son's nose and explained, "Dreams are all fake. Don't think about it. You will forget it after a while."

Zhui'er said seriously, "That person was buried in the snow, with only a little hair exposed. The eagle is trying to catch her. She is my good friend."

Qing'er held back her laughter and said, "Your friend? Is he Fatty?"

Zhui'er waved her little hands and said, "No, no, she is an adult and a woman."

"Female, is she your sister?"

"No, no!" Zhui'er frowned anxiously, "I can't remember who she is."

Qing'er coaxed him and said, "Your friends can only be from our village. There are only a few people in the village. You can count them one by one. Why don't you help me count them?"

"She's not from our village, she is..." Zhui'er blinked anxiously.

Seeing that her son was so anxious, Qing'er helped him think, "That's the person she met along the way. Is she the sister who gave you the cookie?"

"No, no, she is...very powerful. She could beat the eagle, but she was buried. I ran as hard as I could to save her, but she was too far away and I couldn't run that fast."

"Then she was captured by an eagle?"

"I don't know, I woke up when I was anxious." Zhui'er's eyes were full of worry.

"Okay, you just had a nightmare, there is no such thing."

Zhui'er shook his head and said, "I know she is my friend, but I can't remember who she is."

Qing'er patted his head and said, "Silly boy, you have no friends at all. You only have your sister to play with you when you grow up. Don't think about it. There won't be such a big eagle in this world. Dreams are sometimes very... Weird, can’t be taken seriously.”

Zhui'er said anxiously, "No, she is my friend. I know in my heart that she can also build a bridge like a rainbow, a very long bridge." He gestured with his hands as he spoke.

"Then what does she look like?" Qing'er couldn't help but put away her playful spirit.

"I don't remember." Zhui'er bit her lip in pain.

"If she was your friend, how could you not remember her?"

"I just don't remember, mother, I want to know who she is." Zhui'er looked at her mother with pleading eyes.

Qing'er fondled her son's face and said, "Son, some dreams are very strange and cannot be taken seriously. You will understand when you have more dreams in the future. Listen to mother, don't think about it. It's not true." Think about it, the snow you have never seen is higher than the ankle, how could it be possible to bury a person with only a little hair exposed?" In the stories they heard about Danbao, this treasure was mostly used to treat diseases. Yes, it has the effect of bringing the dead back to life. For mortals, this is the most precious treasure in the world. In the past, they only regarded it as a myth and legend, and they never dared to dream that they would get such a thing one day.

"Could this be a Danbao? Is there really such a treasure?" Qing'er looked at Hongshi worriedly and asked.

Hong Shi glared and said, "You are so ignorant. My grandfather is a living god who can fly. Didn't you just think that flying gods are legends? There are also river monsters. We have seen them with our own eyes." ”

Qing'er curled her lips disdainfully and said, "Who hasn't seen it? The strange things my son did are no worse than what you mentioned. My son also fought with the dragon girl holding a winter melon, and he even won. Such a big tiger I My son can be beaten to death, even before he was born..." .??.

Hong Shi hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Okay, okay, I know all this. You are more knowledgeable than me, right? Then do you think this is a pill?"

"I think..." Qing'er licked her lips and looked at the skinned tiger, "Maybe, after all, the size of this tiger is a bit unusual."

"Yes! This tiger is no worse than those legendary evil spirits. He is just a tiger spirit!" Hongshi is willing to say that the tiger is more powerful. The thing about peeing his pants is indeed a bit embarrassing.

"You have to keep this carefully." Qing'er found a small piece of silk and carefully wrapped the beads, then stuffed them into her luggage.

Hongshi was overjoyed and said, "This time you have a treasure. When you go back, let your parents take care of it for a while, and then give it to my parents. Carrying this thing with you can cure diseases and strengthen the body."

"Yeah!" Qing'er was also very excited,

The more Hong Shi thought about it, the more excited he said, "It's worth it! This trip is worth it. All these years of suffering are not in vain!"

Qing'er said with a smile, "Looking at your potential, our son might even become an immortal in the future. If I give you an elixir then, you can become an immortal."

Hong Shihan smiled and said, "I don't dare to have that kind of dream. I'll be content if I can live a hundred years. If there is an elixir, I'll give it to you."

Qing'er poked his finger on the forehead and said, "It's really worthless. If my son can really get the elixir, it won't be difficult to get one more. How can I live without you?"

Hongshi looked at his son sleeping on the side with a silly smile, pulled Qing'er's sleeve and said, "Do you think he is having a nightmare?"

When Qing'er looked over, she saw her son's little brows were furrowed, his little face was full of anxiety, and his little hands were constantly moving.

"It looks like it." Qing'er touched her son's forehead and whispered to Hongshi, "It's not hot."

Hongshi said worriedly, "How about waking him up? He has slept too much for a day and a night."

"Don't..., let's wait a little longer." Qing'er was also a little undecided.

At this moment, Zhui'er woke up from his dream with a loud cry, opened his eyes and looked at his parents in front of him blankly.

"Zhui'er, what do you think? You've been sleeping all day and night." Qing'er asked nervously.

As if Zhui'er hadn't recovered yet, she looked around and then said to Qing'er, "I had a strange dream."

"What did you dream about? Don't be afraid, mother is here." Seeing that he didn't look like something was wrong, Qing'er couldn't help but feel relieved and took her son to her side.

"Hmm..." Zhui'er looked at Hongshi and hesitated to say anything.

Qing'er winked at her husband, then waved her hand and said, "Go and bake some meat for your son."

Redstone is boring

He shook his head and stood up. He could see that his son had become a habit of guarding against him, which made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

After Hongshi walked away, Qing'er asked in a low voice, "What kind of dream was it? You don't have to hide your dreams from your father anymore."

Zhui'er bit her lip and thought for a moment, then whispered, "I dreamed of a very big eagle. It swooped down to catch someone."

"How big is it? Who is it going to catch?" Qing'er asked with a smile.

"It's huge! Bigger than a house!" Zhui'er's eyes showed lingering fear.

Qing'er smiled and said, "How can there be such a big eagle in the world? It's just a dream, don't be afraid."

"But I think it's true."

"Okay, okay, then who is it trying to catch? Is it the big bad guy?"

"No!" Zhui'er shook his head vigorously, his eyes full of thinking.

"Who is that? Can't remember?" Qing'er pinched her son's nose and explained, "Dreams are all fake. Don't think about it. You will forget it after a while."

Zhui'er said seriously, "That person was buried in the snow, with only a little hair exposed. The eagle is trying to catch her. She is my good friend."

Qing'er held back her laughter and said, "Your friend? Is he Fatty?"

Zhui'er waved her little hands and said, "No, no, she is an adult and a woman."

"Female, is she your sister?"

"No, no!" Zhui'er frowned anxiously, "I can't remember who she is."

Qing'er coaxed him and said, "Your friends can only be from our village. There are only a few people in the village. You can count them one by one. Why don't you help me count them?"

"She's not from our village, she is..." Zhui'er blinked anxiously.

Seeing that her son was so anxious, Qing'er helped him think, "That's the person she met along the way. Is she the sister who gave you the cookie?"

"No, no, she is...very powerful. She could beat the eagle, but she was buried. I ran as hard as I could to save her, but she was too far away and I couldn't run that fast."

"Then she was captured by an eagle?"

"I don't know, I woke up when I was anxious." Zhui'er's eyes were full of worry.

"Okay, you just had a nightmare, there is no such thing."

Zhui'er shook his head and said, "I know she is my friend, but I can't remember who she is."

Qing'er patted his head and said, "Silly boy, you have no friends at all. You only have your sister to play with you when you grow up. Don't think about it. There won't be such a big eagle in this world. Dreams are sometimes very... Weird, can’t be taken seriously.”

Zhui'er said anxiously, "No, she is my friend. I know in my heart that she can also build a bridge like a rainbow, a very long bridge." He gestured with his hands as he spoke.

"Then what does she look like?" Qing'er couldn't help but put away her playful spirit.

"I don't remember." Zhui'er bit her lip in pain.

"If she was your friend, how could you not remember her?"

"I just don't remember, mother, I want to know who she is." Zhui'er looked at her mother with pleading eyes.

Qing'er fondled her son's face and said, "Son, some dreams are very strange and cannot be taken seriously. You will understand when you have more dreams in the future. Listen to mother, don't think about it. It's not true." Think about it, you have never seen snow above the ankles, how could it be possible to bury a person with only a little hair exposed?"