Talk about the world of mortals in detail

The sound of "Daddy" that was still a bit milky came into his ears, and Zhao Yuansong's tears instantly flowed down, and his heart seemed to be melted.

Zhao Yuansong was not a sentimental person at first, but today he seemed to be particularly sentimental. Perhaps he had been away from home for too long and missed him too much.

"well!"

Zhao Yuansong responded, rushed over to hold the child who wanted to avoid in his arms, and hugged him directly.

At this moment, all worries, grievances, and glory and wealth are far away.

The child struggled in the man's arms, and his face and neck were itched by the beard, and he burst out laughing.

"As you said before you left last time, when you come back, everything about you will be forgotten, and there will be glory and wealth waiting for you. I don't ask for that glory and wealth, but if you come back this time, won't you leave? ?”

The woman came closer to the man and whispered with resentment in her voice. Zhao Yuansong just kept shaking his head.

"I won't leave if I don't want to leave. I don't want to leave."

Zhao Yuansong couldn't remember anything too detailed now, just like people sometimes seem to lose a lot of memory in dreams. He only knew that the grievances and the court's coercion and inducements were nothing to him at this moment.

The excitement finally subsided, and the family of three warmed to each other in the room. Although the child was still a little afraid of Zhao Yuansong, he was very satisfied.

How are your parents' health? How have things been at home these past two years?

These are the questions that have always worried Zhao Yuansong, and they are also his biggest obsession.

Zhao Yuansong had already sat on the couch with the woman, while the child continued to play on the wooden horse.

In these tender moments, except for the questions that Zhao Yuansong was concerned about at the beginning and getting answers from his wife, later on it was mostly Zhao Yuansong talking and his wife and children listening.

"After a while, Ping'er will be able to read and write. He may be too young to go to school, so he can just teach him at home. Shaozhu, please pay more attention."

"When he gets older, take him to a private school. Although the private school in Fucheng is sensitive to his birth status, it won't be a big problem for Ping'er to get in. Tell him not to be naughty and listen more to the Master."

"My parents are old, so don't ask them to work too hard. They are just tired of you."

"If Ping'er wants to practice martial arts, he can read the books I left at home first and ask dad to teach him some basic exercises. His muscles and bones are still tender, so he shouldn't go too far. He can be a few years older."

"If you pass the exam"

"If you take a wife."

"If so. If so"

Zhao Yuansong kept talking, and Zou Shaozhu kept listening, saying a few words without echoing from time to time, but as he listened, he felt inexplicably panicked.

"Ms. sir, stop talking, stop talking. You keep saying this and it makes me feel flustered."

This is almost like explaining the aftermath.

Zhao Yuansong smiled and nodded.

"Well, I won't say it anymore. In fact, I have almost said everything I want to say. There are some things that I always feel that if I don't say them now, I will never have the chance again."

The woman gave Zhao Yuansong a hard look and beat him several times.

Beside the soft couch, the children were very happy and had a great time rocking the wooden horse. While playing, their hands no longer grasped the wooden handle of the horse's head, but opened their arms and swung them up and down like a fan.

Zhao Yuansong said with a smile as he thought about getting closer to his children.

"Ping'er is wrong. You have to hold on to the reins tightly when riding a horse. If you shake your hands like this, you will fall off. Can daddy take you to ride a real big horse another day?"

The child was no longer as afraid of this strange father as he was just now. When he heard his father's words, he laughed.

"Hahaha, Dad, you are wrong. I am not riding a horse. I am learning to fly. I am learning to fly like a big white crane. I flap my wings and soar into the sky, and my voice is bright when I chirp."

Zhao Yuansong nodded.

"Oh, it turns out you are learning from the White Crane. That Ping'er is really amazing. When you have the chance in the future, daddy will show you the real White Crane. But the White Crane is rare, so you need to look for it carefully."

"Hahahaha, Daddy, I've seen it before. They are such an impressive group of people. Their feathers are whiter than snow, their heads are redder than mother's rouge, their beaks are long, and their calls are also very nice."

Zhao Yuansong and his wife looked at their son in surprise at this moment, and the former then looked at his wife and asked.

"Shaozhu, have you seen the white crane? Are there any white cranes in Yunlu Mansion?"

At this time, the woman seemed unable to remember. There seemed to be a slender figure of Bai Yu in her memory, but it was very unreal. She also clearly remembered that neither she nor her child had gone out during this period.

"Ping'er, what nonsense are you talking about? We have never been out at all. Where can we see the white crane?"

"ah"

The child scratched his head and fell into deep thought. It seemed that his mother was right, she had never gone out at all, but he clearly remembered seeing Bai Yuhe, and the impression was so profound.

"It seems that I have seen it before. I was very scared when I fell off the horse. I felt that a monster was coming. When the white crane appeared, I was no longer afraid. Uncle Master even said that it was a lucky bird sent by God to save me."

Uncle Master?

Fall down right away?

The auspicious bird sent by God to save me?

Zhao Yuansong was puzzled. His son's voice seemed to keep echoing in the room, and a great fear arose in his heart.

How did I get back? How did I get back?

"Ms. sir, sir? What's wrong with you? Mr. sir?"

"Daddy, daddy? Don't leave, daddy -"

The room seemed to be pulled away, and everything seemed to be blurred. Zhao Yuansong stretched out his hand, but his wife and children in front of him were getting further and further away. They chased him out, but they could not catch up with the speed at which Zhao Yuansong's consciousness was disappearing.

Beside the swamp, beside the bonfire in the dense forest, a white crane stood outside the sleeping crowd, looking quietly at the sleeping mother and child, looking at the frowns on their faces from time to time, listening to the child's dream, this dream is easy Shu Yuan also sensed it.

The blood book suspended in front of Bai He was constantly shattering, leaving only a red halo.

The hazy and fragmented faint red light was like ripples, gradually spreading in the distance where the blood book collapsed, turning into a faint red humanoid shadow.

Although the figure is not clear, it gives people a sense of suddenness and loss, provided that someone can see it now.

The figure reluctantly looked away from the mother and son, then looked around and saw several people in the world. Among these people, he only knew warlocks and swordsmen.

Finally, the figure slowly turned around, only to find that behind him was not the immortal he imagined, but a crane with white feathers and a red crown.

"Your Excellency, the crane, please accept my obeisance to me, Zhao Yuansong!"

The figure bowed before Yi Shuyuan, and after a long time, he slowly stood up.

"Thank you Xianhe for sending me to my wife and children so that I can finally see them. But I can't leave with peace of mind. After all, they are in danger."

The light red figure gradually became clearer from the blurry state, and gradually became clear-cut features. It was exactly what Zhao Yuansong looked like.

This change was not caused by Yi Shuyuan, but the influence of Zhao Yuansong's own will at this moment, and he was clearly aware of this, so he obviously did it deliberately.

This movement, this change in Qi, was naturally very obvious in Yi Shuyuan's eyes. At this moment, he also spoke, opening his mouth and making a clear sound.

"Zhao Yuansong, you died because of the Immortal Art, and you used your own energy to transform into bloody fragments. In fact, you are already a soul. If you wake up now, I can send you to the underworld, and you may have a chance to be reincarnated."

The white crane roared, and the human voice appeared again.

"But if you want to forcefully appear now, the moment your soul appears, your doom will come! There will be no chance of escape. With your little deeds, you will definitely be wiped out in the calamity!"

But at this moment, Zhao Yuansong's situation was completely different from before. At the last moment of the dream, he had already understood the changes in his family, the changes in the world and the government, and what had happened through the grief of his wife and children.

"Senior Xianhe, Zhao Yuansong knows that he is not a great person, and dying because of greed is not worthy of mercy. But now I have only one wish, only this wish."

Zhao Yuansong did not express this wish, but Yi Shuyuan understood what his wish was.

Sometimes, even Yi Shuyuan cannot predict some things with obvious Qi numbers. This is the so-called "variable".

Zhao Yuansong's obsession should have dissipated in a dream, and the original Qi changes were indeed the same. But when he woke up from the dream, he felt satisfied in his heart, and his obsession seemed to have dissipated, but a special wish in his heart became stronger and stronger. It is getting stronger and stronger, even far beyond the previous obsession.

So much so that the blood book itself collapsed and the soul began to manifest. Such a strong change in energy was something Yi Shuyuan had never seen since he started practicing.

"I just want to protect my family and put an end to this ridiculous catastrophe. Different from the righteousness being threatened, different from the temptation of glory, and different from my own greed and luck, this is the last thing I, Zhao Yuansong, will do in my life. A truly shameless thing!”

Zhao Yuansong slowly raised his head and looked at the crane in front of him.

"There are clouds in the immortal formula. Watch it when you are here. You can rely on the railing in the wind and rain, and you can see your true nature with a clear mind. Even if you die, you will not be afraid to look back at the crane. I will report back to the immortal. If the immortal or you want to take away my soul at this moment, Zhao will have no complaints. No regrets!”

Yi Shuyuan's eyes flashed, and he was surprised in his heart. Some of the secrets in the Immortal Art were actually understood by "this Zhao Yuansong"!