"Uh...didn't we agree to ascend to the Immortal Realm? Why am I back here?"
Tang Xiaomao was dumbfounded when he saw the familiar bedroom scene.
He glanced at the calendar on the wall again, and then he was even more dumbfounded.
Because there were no six years in the past, it was just one night.
"So... I just had a dream? I had a dream that lasted for six years?"
Holy crap, the weirdest thing is that I remember everything in my dream perfectly.
From leveling up by defeating monsters at the beginning to wandering the world at the end.
These things are just like my own experiences. You're telling me this is all a dream?
Oh, and I also made several friends in my dream…
Tang Xiaomao was speechless.
He still clearly remembers the first person he met after "time travel" was Zhang Yi, who later became his close friend.
The two of them, using the IDs 'Little Mao Tang' and 'Immortal Zhang' respectively, lived happily for several years.
Fine wine, beautiful women, and galloping across the land.
Looking back now, Tang Xiaomao still thinks those days were absolutely amazing.
Moreover, although he and Zhang Yi were not top-tier martial arts masters, they were still considered first-rate fighters.
Internal energy and lightness skills—things that originally existed only in fantasy—they have all truly mastered.
That felt so amazing.
But... now you're telling yourself it was all a dream? This dream felt so real!
Tang Xiaomao murmured:
"Damn it, if I had known it would be like this, I wouldn't have gone to the Heavenly Realm."
That "sword opens the heavenly gate" thing was a bit too abrupt; it turns out I was just dreaming.
It's such a pity about those first six years; how could I have created such a logically perfect dream? It's truly awe-inspiring.
By the way, I could totally write this dream into a novel; it would definitely be a hit!
Thinking about this, Tang Xiaomao became a little excited.
If he's still dreaming, then of course he doesn't need to consider these things.
In dreams, people don't get hungry or die, so they don't need money at all when traveling the world.
Looking back now, Tang Xiaomao realizes that the claim of "not being hungry or dying" does seem quite absurd.
This also suggests that it might really have just been a dream, otherwise these things couldn't be explained.
Now, back in the real world, we have to consider the necessities of daily life.
Tang Xiaomao felt that if he could write that dream into an online novel, based on his real experience, it might become a hit.
Without even washing his face, Tang Xiaomao turned on his computer, which he always used for gaming, and quickly created a document.
He felt a burst of inspiration in his mind, named his novel 'Heroic Deeds', and was just about to start writing the main text when his phone suddenly rang.
Tang Xiaomao had to stop, pick up his phone and look at it, only to find it was an unknown number.
Tang Xiaomao was always too lazy to answer unknown numbers, so he simply pressed the mute button, intending to let the other party ring until they gave up.
He thought the little incident was over, and just as he was about to start writing, his phone rang again.
He glanced at it and saw that it was the same number again.
Since the call rang twice in a row, Tang Xiaomao figured it might be something important and finally answered the call.
However, the voice coming from the other end startled him.
"Brother Mao, is that you? Holy crap, this number really exists. I thought I was imagining things."
"Little Mao, it's me, Immortal Zhang! Have you forgotten our travels through the martial world?"
"Holy crap! Old Zhang, are you really alive? I... you actually exist?"
You've been dreaming the same dream for six years, just like me? Holy crap! Old Zhang, how did you get my phone number?
Tang Xiaomao finally came to his senses, completely shocked.
After a while, he remembered to ask that last question again.
Zhang Yi, sitting opposite him, chuckled and said:
"Hehe, Brother Mao, you told me this yourself when you were drunk one time."
You also mentioned that you've been dumped several times, once by a girl who weighed 180 pounds, and you cried your eyes out. Of course, I'm going to remember these embarrassing stories!
Tang Xiaomao instantly bristled:
"You're talking nonsense! How could I have ever said I was heartbroken? And there's absolutely no way I have a girl who weighs 180 pounds..."
"Ahem, Brother Mao, don't get angry. Whether the girl weighs 180 pounds or not doesn't matter anymore."
The most important thing now is to figure out exactly what happened to us.
By the way, did you test it? The kung fu and swordsmanship we learned in the dream are still there. I remember the legacy of the Huixin Sword Sect!
Tang Xiaomao was stunned when he heard Zhang Yi say this.
Because as soon as he woke up, he was thinking about writing a novel that would become a hit, and then making a lot of money to live a life of luxury. He didn't even think about testing whether he still had any martial arts skills left.
After hearing what Zhang Yi said, he immediately tested it out.
Upon trying this, Tang Xiaomao's face showed a mixture of joy and worry.
The good news is that the internal energy is still there, but the bad news is that the internal energy is only a little bit left, which is negligible compared to the huge internal energy that was cultivated over six years.
He quickly asked the person opposite him:
"Old Zhang, what's going on? I only have a little bit of internal energy left."
Zhang Yi quickly replied:
"Sigh, don't say anymore. I only have a little bit, but having a little bit is actually a good thing."
Through this, I feel that the things we encounter in our dreams may not all be fake. At least the internal energy and sword techniques we learn are real, it's just that we haven't accumulated them...
In addition, Brother Mao, I suspect that there are quite a few people who have had the same experience as us.
Do you remember? In the game world of my dream, there were hundreds of thousands of transmigrators. Even our starting village, Jinyang Village, had over a thousand people.
"Hiss, yeah, if you're real, then the other players are probably real too."
This is interesting. So many people in the real world have acquired internal energy; what exactly happened?
Tang Xiaomao was completely baffled.
Zhang Yi, on the other side, was clearly in no better shape, and said:
"Brother Mao, it's hard to explain over the phone. Let's meet in person. Give me your address and I'll come find you."
You gave me a number back then, and thankfully I have a good memory, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to contact you.
“Okay, I’m in Linyi Street, Xiyang Road... Call me when you get here.”
Tang Xiaomao quickly gave his address. As for why he only gave a small place name, it was because he had already seen from the caller ID that Zhang Yi and he were both from Hongcheng.
The thought of meeting his old friend from the dream world after six years together made Tang Xiaomao feel a little excited.
Although the two had only been separated for a short time, that was in the game world.
This time, however, we met in person in the real world, which naturally felt very different.
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