Chapter 94 Chapter 94 (with supplement) Long Aotian’s father 8…
Thinking this way, 9972 watched Zhuozhuo smile and say in a baby voice, "Wow, Fengfeng, you're amazing! The wind is warm."
9972's first reaction was that this immortal consciousness was too good-tempered, so good-tempered that it suspected it was an imposter. Then 9972 said: [……]
What? Warm air? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
The immortal gate consciousness can't possibly blow out warm air! The one blowing out warm air definitely isn't the immortal gate consciousness!
So the question is, what on earth is that thing that has been playing with Zhuozhuo for such a long time without complaint and in every way?
9972 felt goosebumps all over his body as he scanned the wind around Zhuozhuo in fear. The next second, a terrifying pressure enveloped 9972, revealing its entire body, leaving it no room for resistance.
"A small toy for the big world," the unknown being commented cryptically, then, seemingly losing interest, tossed 9972 aside and vanished without a sound.
9972 collapsed in the burning sea of consciousness like a ravaged rag doll. After a long while, he finally cried out, "Mom and Dad! Aunt, uncle, and aunt! Uncle, aunt, aunt, aunt, uncle, aunt! Cousins! Come quickly! Xiaojiu is being bullied! Waa ...
After mooing and barking for a long time, 9972 finally remembered to report the abnormality of the small world. Then he found that all the modules could not be opened, the communication channel with the big world was disconnected, and even the emergency escape button turned gray!
In short, 9972 has lost contact with the main world, and it and Zhuozhuo are trapped and killed in this small world!
9972 was so frightened that it almost froze. It cried out to Zhuozhuo: [Baby…]
Zhuozhuo didn't respond. 9972 howled a few more times before realizing that the communication channel between it and Zhuozhuo had also been severed. To say it was severed wasn't quite right; to be more precise, 9972 was encircled by a powerful barrier, preventing any communication from reaching it.
It's isolated, physically.
9972:[……]
9972: [Wow!]
It’s so scary, what on earth is so powerful!
Zhuozhuo and Fengfeng were having so much fun playing that they didn't even notice that 9972 hadn't spoken for two hours. After all, sometimes it wouldn't speak for a whole day.
As the sun set in the west, the light in the forest diminished at a visible rate. Zhuozhuo, tired from playing, lay on the wind platform, drowsy, but every time he was about to fall asleep, he would wake up and stare at Yan Bufan in a daze.
As he watched, tears welled up in Zhuozhuo's eyes and she began to cry.
The wind that gently brushed against Zhuo Zhuo's cheek, wanting her to fall asleep quickly, paused for a moment, as if a little puzzled and at a loss. A moment later, the wind swept up Zhuo Zhuo's tears and wiped her little face clean.
A hollow and gentle voice sounded, "Zhuozhuo, why are you crying?"
9972 screamed "Ahhhh!" This sound was the sound that scared it! This filthy thing that hides its head and shows its tail, stay away from its host! !
Zhuozhuo was a little surprised, but not frightened by the sudden voice. She naturally assumed it belonged to Fengfeng, so she said pitifully, "Daddy is dying of exhaustion."
Yan Bufan continued to walk mechanically, but it was obvious that he was exhausted, his legs moving stiffly and sluggishly. At some point, the ground he walked on turned red, probably because something had cut through his shoes and feet, and blood was oozing out.
Moreover, a quarter of an hour ago, Yan Bufan's face looked ferocious, with veins bulging on his neck and forehead, as if he was experiencing something extremely painful.
Zhuozhuo belatedly realized that Yan Bufan was in a very dangerous situation. She reached out, trying to grab Feng, and pleaded, "Fengfeng, you are so powerful. Can you help Daddy? Zhuozhuo doesn't want Daddy to die."
Fengfeng gently refused, saying rationally and indifferently, "If I help him this time, he'll still die the next time he encounters danger. He has to rely on himself to get out of this illusion."
Yan Bufan is in danger now, so why talk about next time? Zhuozhuo didn't understand, but she knew Fengfeng wouldn't help. She wiped her tears, got up and said, "Fengfeng, take Zhuozhuo down, Zhuozhuo will stay with Daddy."
"You will affect him if you go down... Is he useless? Zhuozhuo, don't stay with him, come and accompany me. I can play with you every day, but that kid down there still has hundreds of years to grow." Fengfeng's words were ambiguous, and his tone sounded like he was luring a small animal.
"No." Zhuozhuo was a little angry. She walked back and forth on the wind platform, trying to get down by herself. But the wind platform seemed infinite. No matter how much Zhuozhuo walked, she could not reach the edge. If she walked too far, the treetops would block her view of Yan Bufan.
The sun sets and the moon rises, the bright moonlight shines on the earth, and the cold light casts a coat of deathly silence over everything.
Zhuozhuo was so exhausted that she was out of breath. She found that she couldn't get down from the platform by herself. She pouted and said, "Fengfeng, you're bad."
"Is it broken? You just said 'Fengfeng is the best, I like Fengfeng the most'."
Zhuozhuo didn't answer, so the voice repeated itself. Zhuozhuo covered her ears, pretending not to hear, but it was no use; the voice was pervasive. Finally, she angrily said, "The wind just now was good, but the wind now is bad. I like the wind just now, but I don't like the wind now!"
"Because I didn't meet your demands, the good Fengfeng turned into the bad Fengfeng." Fengfeng teased, half-seriously saying, "How arrogant! Ben, I'm sad."
Zhuozhuo was a little overwhelmed. She stared into the air for a while, then whispered, "Then I still like Fengfeng."
Fengfeng chuckled a few times, "Okay, little one."
Yan Bufan, who was below, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and half-knelt on the ground with his head down. Zhuozhuo quickly lay on the wind platform and looked down. His chubby little face was squeezed out of shape. "Daddy! Daddy! Wuuwuwu..."
Suddenly, Zhuozhuo's body became lighter, and the wind platform turned into a breeze, carrying Zhuozhuo slowly to the ground.
"Go find your...your father. I'll come play with you later."
I don’t know which word in this sentence is funny, but after Fengfeng said it, he couldn’t help laughing and laughed several times before it stopped.
"Goodbye, Fengfeng." Zhuozhuo was a little reluctant. She reached out to catch the dissipating wind, then threw herself into Yan Bufan's arms, looking up at him from bottom to top, "Daddy."
The chubby voice was full of worry and fear, and sounded so pitiful that people wanted to hold it in their arms and comfort it.
After calling out twice, Yan Bufan didn't respond, so Zhuozhuo started crying again. After crying for a while, Zhuozhuo wanted to get closer to see Yan Bufan's face, but the first time she moved, she bumped into his arm and chin.
Yan Bufan staggered, then slowly and stiffly fell to the ground. He rolled several times down the slope before being stopped by the bushes.
Zhuozhuo was stunned for a moment, then chased after him, "Daddy, daddy, daddy..."
Zhuozhuo thought Yan Bufan was dead and called on 9972 to turn him into a host, but there was no response. The little guy was immediately at a loss, ran over and wanted to lie on Yan Bufan and cry.
One hand held up Zhuozhuo's little head, preventing her from falling down. Yan Bufan opened his eyes and slowly pushed Zhuozhuo out, not forgetting to comfort her, "I'm fine, don't come over, the bushes are prickly."
This bush is full of thorns, and the thorns are poisonous, which can increase the pain several times and feel like torture when they prick your body.
Zhuozhuo blinked and said happily, "Daddy is awake! Daddy is not dead!"
"Yes, I'm still alive. Go back and stay away from me."
"Okay." Zhuozhuo kept lying down and slowly backed away like a clumsy piggy backing out.
Yan Bufan couldn't help but smile as he watched, but when Zhuozhuo looked over, he regained his composure. When Zhuozhuo was far enough away, he called her, "Alright, that's enough."
If you go back further you won’t be able to see it anymore. What if you lose it?
Yan Bufan adjusted his limbs, rolled over with sudden force, and freed his body from the bushes.
His body was covered in countless small wounds, and when he struggled to free himself, the barbs tore away his flesh and blood. The pain made Yan Bufan sweat profusely and his face turned pale. He took a quick look and found that except for his face, almost his entire body was oozing blood. Fortunately, he couldn't see clearly in the moonlight, otherwise he would have cried like a little cat.
Without medicine, Yan Bufan directly used his spiritual energy to repair his injuries. He walked over to Zhuo Zhuo, squatted down, supported her shoulders, and turned her around. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found no wounds on her body.
Zhuozhuo also looked at Yan Bufan intently. Seeing that he had finished his work, he asked first, "Did Daddy pass the illusion test?"
"I passed... Who told you I was experiencing a hallucination?"
The illusion that Yan Bufan experienced was a combination of reality and illusion. He retained some of his memories and went back to three years ago, trying to help his father clear his grievances and prevent his mother from dying of illness, but he failed every time due to various force majeure.
Failure leads to a new start, and every memory is lost. Yan Bufan was trapped in this cycle, the repeated failures and the pain buried in his heart eroding his energy and soul, making him increasingly weak.
Until the last time, Yan Bufan found the loophole in the illusion, broke the illusion and forcibly left, instead of letting go of his obsession, gaining enlightenment, and becoming indifferent as the illusion required.
Because of the direct conflict with the immortal consciousness, Yan Bufan's soul was severely injured. When he first emerged from the illusion, he couldn't even react to the outside world. The painful stimulation of falling into the bushes actually helped Yan Bufan regain control of his body faster.
Yan Bufan looked up to check the time. The moon was high in the sky, and it must have been at least three hours since he entered the illusion. How had Zhuozhuo spent that time? What had she encountered that made her realize he was undergoing a test in the illusion?
His eyes fell on Zhuo Zhuo's messy hair, and Yan Bufan realized that she was not an ordinary person. It was reasonable for her to have special senses and methods to know some things. Thinking of this, Yan Bufan did not intend to ask any more questions.
Almost at the same time, Zhuozhuo said in a baby voice, "Fengfeng said so."
"Who is Fengfeng?"
"Fengfeng is the wind, woooo~woooo~" Zhuozhuo opened his arms and began to flap his wings. "Fengfeng will take Zhuozhuo high up, and we can play in high places... Fengfeng will also become warm and bring water for Zhuozhuo to drink..."
Zhuozhuo's description was vivid and accurate, but because the reality was so beyond mortal imagination, Yan Bufan didn't think of Fengfeng as a person or a wild spirit. He thought it was Zhuozhuo's own ability to control the wind, but she was too young to understand and thought it was an invisible person playing with her.
Yan Bufan said, "Next time Fengfeng comes to see you, make friends with it and let it come to play more often."
The more you use your abilities, the more proficient and powerful they will become.
"Okay." Zhuozhuo nodded his little head like a chick pecking at rice.
After the alarm of "Yan Bufan is dead" was lifted, Zhuozhuo returned to her carefree state, and her body organs also sent out various signals to pay attention. She touched her rumbling belly and said softly, "Daddy, Zhuozhuo is hungry."
Worried about running out of time, Yan Bufan pulled out a Guokui pancake and tore open the thick, hard, burnt crust, revealing the fragrant and soft interior. He handed it to Zhuozhuo and instructed, "Eat it slowly first, or you'll choke. I'll light a fire and cook once we get there."
"Hmmmm!"
Zhuozhuo held a Guokui pancake that was bigger than her face, and took a gulp of it, but couldn't bite it off at all. Seeing this, Yan Bufan was about to tear the pancake into small pieces to feed her, but he saw Zhuozhuo turning the pancake around to observe it for a while, then biting it again from the same spot.
This time she didn't rush to pull it down, but held it in her mouth for a while without moving, until the pancake softened, and then she took a bite easily.
Yan Bufan: “…”
Not bad, not bad, Zhuozhuo is awesome, one more survival skill.
After passing the illusion test, one can sense the location of the Immortal Gate. Yan Bufan carried Zhuo Zhuo to the Immortal Gate. Even though he couldn't see it, he seemed to be able to feel the pure and refreshing breath from another world.
He didn't enter immediately, but asked Zhuozhuo: "Do you feel anything around you?"
Zhuozhuo exclaimed, "Ah!" and accurately looked at the location of the immortal gate. He said childishly, "There's such a big gate."
Worried that his words wouldn't convey the size of the door, Zhuozhuo bit into the pancake to free his hands, then waved his little hands around and gestured, "It's so big, so big, so big!"
"Okay, I understand." Yan Bufan's heart was relieved. He was worried that Zhuozhuo would not be able to pass through the immortal gate.
"Let's go." After giving a low reminder, Yan Bufan stepped into the Immortal Gate.
"Let's go!" Zhuozhuo raised one hand and echoed excitedly.
Zhuozhuo's eyes blurred, and before he could even lower his raised hand, he could vaguely see a huge crowd of people. Then, as Yan Bufan's other foot landed on the ground, Zhuozhuo felt as if he had passed through a thin, almost invisible membrane and entered another world.
At that moment, everything in front of him was clear, and the air seemed sweet, rushing into his pores. Zhuozhuo felt his body light and floating, and he muttered, "Daddy." Then he tilted his neck and rested his little head on Yan Bufan's shoulder, motionless.
"shining?"
Yan Bufan was startled and didn't bother to observe the new environment. He hurried to check on Zhuozhuo's condition.
Zhuozhuo's little face was flushed red, and her body temperature rose a little. Her little body was soft and limp as if she had no bones. No matter how Yan Bufan called her, she didn't respond at all.
Yan Bufan gritted his teeth, hugged Zhuozhuo, turned around and was about to step into the Immortal Gate to go back.
"Hey, little brother, don't go." A young man in a blue robe called out to Yan Bufan. He walked over and said excitedly, "This kid is not sick, he's drunk on spiritual energy!"
Yan Bufan used his arm to block Zhuo Zhuo and asked cautiously, "What do you mean?"
"It's just that this little girl has such good aptitude. As soon as she arrived in the world of immortal cultivation, her body began to passively absorb spiritual energy. She couldn't adapt for a while and passed out."
The young man acted as if he didn't notice Yan Bufan's defensiveness and said leisurely, "However, because he fainted, he couldn't practice the exercises to temper and condense his spiritual energy. It's easy for him to advance too quickly, resulting in an unstable foundation. He won't be able to go far in his future cultivation."
Yan Bufan's expression tightened, and he nodded towards the young man, "Excuse me, sir, is there any way you can help Zhuozhuo? I will do my best to repay your great kindness in the future."
The young man said mysteriously, "Your Excellency has no solution, but my brother does."
Yan Bufan didn't react for a moment, and asked seriously, "Excuse me, who is 'Senior Brother'?"
The young man grinned and pointed his thumb at himself. "My name is Hua Duoyou, and I'm the third disciple of the Qingyuan Sect's headmaster. As long as this little kid becomes my master's disciple, we'll be blood brothers and sisters. When my junior sister is in trouble, it's my duty as a senior brother to help her, and I don't expect anything in return."
"Taking advantage of someone's misfortune, and yet you still say it so righteously." At this moment, a gorgeously dressed girl suddenly spoke up, bluntly retorting, "With just a little effort, you want to recruit a genius? What are you daydreaming about in the middle of the night? Has the first immortal sect only produced disciples like you?"
Yan Bufan looked over and realized that she was only one step away from him on his left, but he hadn't even noticed her before. He was shocked. This world of immortal cultivation was indeed full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and it looked like there was endless fighting going on.
But the most important thing now is Zhuo Zhuo. Just as Yan Bufan was about to make another request, the girl suddenly came closer and held Zhuo Zhuo's small hand, "Don't move. I will suppress her spiritual energy and seal her meridians."
Yan Bufan observed the girl's movements and Zhuo Zhuo's condition. Seeing her body temperature drop and her complexion gradually return to normal, he breathed a sigh of relief. He quietly rubbed his palm on Zhuo Zhuo's back and bowed, saying, "Thank you..."
"You don't need to thank me," the girl waved her hand casually and looked at Zhuo Zhuo, "When she wakes up, thank me in person."
Yan Bufan didn't say anything else, remembering her kindness in his heart, "Excuse me... Lady, when will Zhuozhuo wake up? Is there anything I need to pay attention to?"
The girl was amused. "My name is Mei Yingxue, you can just call me Senior Sister Mei. Zhuozhuo is fine, he will wake up soon. What is your relationship with Zhuozhuo?"
The two actually looked very similar, and judging by their ages, they were probably siblings. However, Yan Bufan was wearing ragged, coarse linen clothes, while Zhuozhuo was wearing a gorgeous dress embroidered with gold and silver threads and adorned with jewels and jade, making it hard to guess what was going on.
Yan Bufan said calmly: "My name is Yan Bufan, and this is my sister, Yan Zhuozhuo."
Hua Duoyou, having been beaten to the punch by Mei Yingxue, stood by with his arms folded, watching. Seeing them start chatting, he came over and was about to speak when he suddenly exclaimed, "Huh?" "Why isn't Yan Zhuozhuo awake yet?"
Mei Yingxue was also surprised, "Yes, he should wake up if the spiritual energy is suppressed." She held Zhuozhuo's wrist and checked it, but found nothing wrong.
Yan Bufan only then realized that "wake up soon" meant so soon. Now Zhuo Zhuo showed no sign of waking up. His heart was lifted again, and he couldn't help but wonder whether Zhuo Zhuo's special situation was related to her true body.
At present, it is still unknown what the attitude of the immortal cultivation world is towards spirit objects or souls that are hundreds or thousands of years old. Testing them now will definitely reveal their true identity. Yan Bufan hesitated whether to say it out loud.
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