Hokage: My Nine Tails, Infinite Resurrection

Above the mighty carriage.

What Qing Ling saw at a glance was an old man riding a green bull upside down.

He has white beard and white hair, a natural state, and does not stick to appearance.

Just the moment he looked at Qingling, he smiled in his heart.

He waved his hand and said, "It's better to go naturally." Qing

Ling suddenly realized, and was about to say something, but found that he was already walking on the earth.

Qi changed into a donkey.

One of the two rode a green bull and the other rode a donkey, dangling.

It was very slow, but it made it impossible for the carriage behind him to catch up.

They also seem unwilling to catch up, and they are just silent.

"Senior, why did my friend suddenly appear?"

"Oh, do you mean what has changed into?"

The old man did not answer, but just smiled.

An extremely strange scene happened in Qingling's eyes.

The old man raised the green bull with both hands and walked slowly.

"Senior, what are you doing, it's so funny."

"Visible, invisible, inaction."

The old man turned into a green bull in a blink of an eye, and the one who spoke became a green bull.

Who the hell is who?

Or it's natural.

It was he himself who was confused.

As soon as Qingling was about to answer, he saw Saitama transform back into himself, carried forward by him.

In the blink of an eye, it was back to the beginning.

"Tired?"

"Not tired."

"Why?"

"Don't feel tired."

Qingling didn't know how to answer, he didn't feel burdensome.

He can leave Saitama behind, no longer carry the weight forward, give up everything.

He can also ride in a carriage or on a donkey.

You can even lift a carriage and a donkey, and you can also carry Saitama on your back.

It doesn't matter.

Now he is willing, he is happy.

It doesn't hurt if you want to leave Saitama behind, and when he wakes up, he will decide what he wants to do.

Wanting Saitama to see the scenery is just wishful thinking, and Saitama doesn't necessarily like it.

Qing Ling was thinking like this, when he heard another middle-aged man's voice in his ear.

"Maybe, he thought?"

Qingling looked at this man with a happy smile on his face and said, "You are not my friend, why do you say that he likes to see the scenery?"

"You're not me, how do you know I don't know?"

The man said, suddenly turned into a kunpeng, covered the sky, and flew to the sky.

This scene did not even turn around Qingling.

The next moment.

He woke up suddenly.

Qingling found himself in the sky and became Kunpeng!

Huh~

It turns out that the man who talked to is himself.

He is Kunpeng.

If it is not a dream to wake up, where will you see through this layer.

Qingling looked down on the earth.

He saw great rivers and mountains, and also saw a prosperous city, and a teenager was sleeping in the house, because he liked to sleep too much, and accidentally slept until he died.

Those who arrived felt sorry for him.

But he had a sweet smile on his face, it seemed that this dream was very beautiful.

Dreams are rolling red dust, quiet and natural.

He saw the sea, and on the other side of the sea was the other side.

There was a monk on the shore, and he who gave up everything did not leave the shore, but looked at the lonely boat.

He looked into the distance, waiting for someone to cross the sea of suffering.

Dropped everything, can't let go of life.

Qingling flew again, saw a carriage, he heard the master telling all kinds of truths again, and the disciples seemed to be frozen here forever, their eyes shining, and they were happy that they had found the truth of being a human again.

Some people even rushed to tell each other, but no one paid attention.

Swish!

Kunpeng spreads its wings and soars.

Qingling saw the old man sitting on the back of the green bull.

The old man raised his head and greeted him, and then looked at the forest, the snowy mountains, the sky, himself.

Qingling said hello warmly, and the result was a hurricane.

So that a butterfly is swept away.

"Oops."

He was worried in his heart, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

As a result, when I opened my eyes again, I found that it was just a big dream.

Where is his own Kunpeng, but an uncomfortable butterfly.

He flew hard, and it was difficult to wait until the hurricane was over before he landed on a large tree, but he encountered a predator of predation.

Moment.

He whimpered with his own life and ended his pitiful butterfly career.

Where in the world are there any fox fairies.

Some are just a butterfly's fantasy before death.

......

I don't know how long it took.

Blue Star.

In a small room.

The teenager woke up from his sleep, and he stretched out.

I felt that this sleep was extra comfortable.

Rubbed his eyes, looked at himself in the glasses, and his skin was not bad.

So I looked out the window, and the scenery was not bad.

He walked out the door and his phone rang.

There doesn't seem to be much that has to be done.

"What dream did you have last night?" I don't remember it at all.

He thought about it, but he really had no memory and forgot it.

Most likely, I will not think of the dream of the fox fairy in this life.

So work, study, live step by step.

He walked through the busy traffic of the city, and occasionally looked at the steel and concrete high-rise buildings, fantasizing that he could one day be unrestrained and sleep a natural awakening.

But.

Despite his hard work, he worked hard all his life.

Until you get old.

He kept running around, and never had a sweet dream of waking up naturally.

Gradually.

He lay on a bed in an old people's home.

All these years have long forgotten the dream of that fox fairy.

Nor did he change his life in the real world.

Only at this moment, he was in his twilight years and looked at the maple leaves outside the window.

A butterfly flies in this unseasonable season.

Suddenly, there was a sense of familiarity.

I seem to remember something.

He smiled and closed his eyes.

Then, the instrument next to the hospital bed suddenly made a sound.

Immediately afterwards, the doctor arrived, but Qingling had already stopped breathing.

In this life, there is no special pursuit.

What I like is sleeping until I wake up naturally, a small room, a comfortable and warm bed.

The morning sun, the trees downstairs, the butterflies flying, the white clouds.

Blue sky, smiling people, fresh air.

And the skin of youth, the deep but bright eyes that exude the breath of life.

Looking back on this life, I didn't want much.

Qing Ling wondered why all this could only be realized at the last moment of his life.

......

"The host is perfectly resurrected and obtains a double increase in all attributes"

A strange voice inexplicably appeared in his mind.

Followed by.

All this, those dusty memories came to mind again.

Qingling stretched out his palm, but it was the claws of a fox.

The dream of that fox fairy returned.

Isn't this a dream?

"Is it a dream, does it matter?"

The middle-aged man was sitting in the forest, which in turn was under the snowy mountains.

He is between early spring and winter, at ease, coming and going freely.

"But if I live my whole life in a dream."

Qing Ling asked.

"What about those beings who live in your spirit world? Is it also a dream? The

middle-aged man replied with a smile.

This time.

Qingling no longer wondered.

Instead, muttered to himself.

"The spirit world has always existed, everyone has their own spirit world, and they chose to meet in my spirit world.

That's how it is.

I missed them. "