An Ordinary Path to Immortality

A slender jade finger hooked Fang Ping's chin, and the warm and delicate touch caused Fang Ping's stiff head to slowly and uncontrollably rise.

As his eyes slowly moved up from the pair of small and cute feet, wherever his eyes went, the other person's clothes disappeared little by little.

Fang Ping's mouth was dry and his heart was beating fast. He wanted to close his eyes, but his eyes were out of control and he couldn't close them no matter what.

He could only watch helplessly as a flawless body with a faint fluorescent light appeared in front of his eyes.

"My good disciple, come on. From now on, you and I will practice together every day and sing happily every night. You and I will accompany each other. We will not envy either mandarin ducks or immortals."

As she spoke, her body was already pressing towards Fang Ping. Fang Ping's body slowly lay down unconsciously. His body was so stiff that he could not move at all, so he could only let the other party take off his clothes little by little.

When Fang Ping felt that he was no longer naked, the other party's gentle and smooth murmur came to his ears: "Good disciple, you are a kid but a ghost."

At this moment, Fang Ping's blank heart suddenly shook, and then the ugly and ferocious face of the demon appeared in Fang Ping's mind.

The beautiful face of the fairy sister in front of me was once again replaced by the ugly demon.

Then everything in front of him turned into a rain of light and disappeared.

Neither the glowing fairy sister nor the ugly demon was anywhere to be seen.

At this moment, he was fully clothed and sitting on a valuable rosewood chair. Two pretty little maids were beating his legs and rubbing his shoulders.

In front of him, a woman was looking through an account book.

"Ping'er, Yu Laosan from Yujiazhuang broke his leg, and his parents are old and seriously ill. I will waive his rent for this year."

Hearing this soft voice, Fang Ping suddenly opened his eyes and stared blankly at the woman in front of him.

"Mother, mother?"

The woman raised her head, and that familiar kind face came into Fang Ping's sight, and Fang Ping's tears flowed out unconsciously.

This woman is his mother. Although she looks a little rich now and her skin is smooth and fair, she is really his mother. m.x33xs.com

"Mom, my child has seen you again. You are still alive. That's great, that's great."

Fang Ping ran over, knelt down in front of the woman, and cried bitterly on her body.

"You kid, are you too tired from reading? You just had a dream." The woman helped him sit back in the imperial chair in a strange way and scolded with a smile: "You brat, you are promising, right? You actually dreamed that your mother died." I'll beat you to death, you unfilial son."

With tears in his eyes, Fang Ping stretched out his head with a smile on his face and said, "Yes, yes, the child is unfilial. Mother, please spank the child. Please spank the child."

The woman hit her twice symbolically, and then said: "Ping'er, did you hear what I just said?

You are now the master of Juren, and it is not easy for the second family. We cannot be like him, Wang Juren, who is so unkind and brings harm to the village. "

Fang Ping said: "Okay, okay, just listen to mother, do whatever mother says."

At this moment, Fang Ping felt extremely weird in his heart.

The old fairy master and fairy sister from the first two times were so real that he lost his self-awareness and could only get lost in the illusion.

But this time when he saw his mother in the illusion, he was extremely sober and even knew clearly that this was an illusion.

But no matter what, he couldn't think of breaking the illusion and returning to reality.

Now he just wants to accompany his mother in the fantasy world, and watch his mother, who works hard every day to death without even enjoying a single day of happiness, live a happy life in this fantasy world.

His mother was not able to live a good life when she was alive. Now in the Qiyun Sect's Heart Refining Formation, he wanted to fulfill his duties as a son.

Time flew by, and Fang Ping spent day after day with his mother, knowing that it was a false illusion.

Every day he would say hello morning and evening, cook himself, beat his mother's legs and rub her back, and also make potions himself to take care of her body.

And he fulfilled the promise he made the night his mother left. He made a lot of money in the fantasy world, bought many beautiful clothes for his mother, and used the most precious ingredients to cook for her every day.

And he literally found a hundred servants to serve her.

On this day, my mother had turned into an old lady with gray hair, and Fang Ping had also turned into a middle-aged man.

The old lady called Fang Ping into the house and took a wooden toad from her neck and gave it to Fang Ping.

Her old wrinkled face showed satisfaction and reluctance: "My child, it's time to go. You have been with me in the environment for decades. If you don't leave, you will have to live in the environment for the rest of your life.

Mom hopes that this wooden toad can help you become an immortal. Mom doesn’t want you to have your soul confused by the illusion because of me. "

But Fang Ping didn't want to do this. He cried and said, "Mom, there is still time. I can stay with you for a few more years."

"Go back, go back, take the path you should take, and go for your mother. On the road to cultivating immortality, you should strengthen your mind and follow the Tao wholeheartedly, and don't be too fettered by the mundane world."

"Mom, don't leave."

"Go back and practice well. Maybe we can meet again in the future."

After saying that, the old lady's figure shattered, everything in front of her disappeared, and Fang Ping finally returned to reality from the illusion.

"Mom, come back, don't leave!" Fang Ping shouted sadly, attracting side glances from the people around him.

For a moment, Fang Ping couldn't come out of the illusion. His mood swings were still strong. He stood up and rushed forward to catch his disappearing mother.

"Alas, another one has gone mad." An outer disciple who was responsible for maintaining the operation of the Refining Heart Formation joked.

The other disciples looked at Fang Ping expressionlessly. Being completely lost in the Refining Heart Formation and causing his mind to be confused only meant that this person's Tao heart was unstable and he was not suitable for cultivation at all.

"Fang Ping, number 876, lost his mind in the Refining Heart Formation and failed the assessment..." A disciple was about to announce that Fang Ping had failed the assessment.

But Fang Ping suddenly said, "Please wait a moment, senior brother."

"Huh?" The disciple looked at Fang Ping and found that although Fang Ping's eyes were red and swollen and his eyebrows were drooping, he was obviously in a state of depression.

But now Fang Ping's eyes were firm and clear, and there was no symptom of losing his mind.

"Are you okay?" The outer disciple asked Fang Ping.

"I'm sorry to make you laugh." Fang Ping bowed.

Not only the outer disciples around him, but also the three foundation-building elders who were sitting cross-legged and ready to take action against the spies of the Tiansha Sect were curious and scanned over with their spiritual sense.

The outer gate looked Fang Ping up and down for a while, then said: "Not bad, you passed."

"Number 876, Fang Ping, passed."

After recording Fang Ping's information, the other party returned the number plate jade slip to Fang Ping and said: "Go along this road, someone inside will arrange your destination."

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