When the system is flooded

Li Qianluo held his chin and murmured: "I feel sorry for Uncle Luo, he has been running around for the human race. You also know that we don't need to eat at this level, but people whose strength is not at the immortal level need it. More than 3000 people need food and various resources. They are not strong enough to walk in the Yajiao airspace, so they have to rely on Uncle Luo to find a way. The masters of the siege almost all escaped death."

She opened her big clear eyes, looked at Xiang Beifei, and said, "I won't bother you anymore, you should have a good rest, and I'll come back to you tomorrow."

Li Qianluo stood up and left Xiang Beifei's room.

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Xiaohei and Erha said they were going to survey the terrain here to see if it could be changed with building wood, and left.

Xiang Beifei sat alone in the room for a long time, lost in thought.

Then, he took out the Pioneer Stone.

There is the consciousness left by Xiang Tianxing, which he has always brought with him, but he seldom talks to that guy, because the other party didn't leave him much useful information at all, and it looks terrible.

He was silent for a moment, but still poured his spiritual power into the Pioneer Stone.

hum!

Another scene has appeared in front of my eyes.

On the sparkling lake, pink willows are green, grass grows and warblers fly.

Xiang Beifei is very familiar with this place, the big lake of Liangzhou University, where he was stuffed into the lake many times by Mr. Luo in order to practice his mental strength.

By the lakeside, sitting a man, about 40 years old, with thick and neat eyebrows, and radiance in his deep black eyes, he looks quite stable, his left sideburn is a little gray, and the few white hairs are restless. It is very eye-catching.

"You haven't come to see me for a long time."

Xiang Tianxing was leaning against the willow tree, holding a book in his hand, and was flipping through it.Beside him, there was a thick stack of books, more than a dozen of them.

"What do I need you for?" Xiang Beifei asked.

"Father and son should also chat, right?" Xiang Tianxing said happily.

"What's there to talk about between us?" Xiang Beifei asked in a neutral tone.

"Uh……"

Xiang Tianxing seemed to be stunned by the question. He was a little embarrassed, so he stretched out his hand to push down a few white hairs on his temples, trying to relieve the embarrassment, but the few hairs turned up again after being pressed down.

"You don't understand me at all, and I don't understand you at all. We have no common language at all."

Xiang Beifei walked to the edge of the lake and sat under another tree, staring at the lake in a daze.

"There must be. How can we say that we are also father and son, and we have something in common."

"Oh, what's the common ground?" Xiang Beifei asked.

"Hmm... um... let me think about it, don't rush, I can figure it out, um... um..."

Xiang Tianxing "hmm" for a long time, as if he was constipated, he didn't "hmm" for a reason.

He really doesn't know his son.

"Every time I talk to you, I feel very guilty."

Xiang Tianxing smiled, lowered his head, and read his book again.

The father and son didn't speak any more, and the surroundings fell into a calm, only the breeze was blowing the willows, and the sun was shining on them comfortably, illuminating their shadows.

"This is the lake of Liangzhou University, why did you choose this place in your mind?" Xiang Beifei asked.

"I like here."

Xiang Tianxing continued to read the book without raising his head and said, "This place can always bring me peace, although sometimes I will be teased by Da Xianyu, but for me at that time, this place was the most peaceful place in the world. safe place."

Xiang Beifei looked sideways and asked, "Have you ever been teased by Daxianyu?"

"Of course, it's a terrible trick! I followed Luo Lao to practice spiritual power. He always liked to stuff me into the lake, and I was drenched in the water over and over again. Every time I poked my head out, I looked at the old man with his waist stuck there. He laughed loudly with his mouth open, and occasionally threw melon seeds at him."

Xiang Tianxing sighed.

After a moment, he asked, "Has he ever played tricks on you?"

Xiang Beifei hesitated for a while, and said, "Tricked me."

"He stuffed you into the lake?"

"Plus."

"Hit melon seed husks at you?"

"Smashed it."

"Ha! I said we must have something in common!"

Xiang Tianxing patted the book in his hand, looked very happy, and said: "Look, both of us, father and son, have been teased by the same person!"

He was beaming and looked a little dick.

Xiang Beifei looked at this guy like an idiot.

"Wait for me, I'll read what the book says I should do next!"

Xiang Tianxing turned to the table of contents, stretched out his index finger, and scratched the chapters of the table of contents, looking for something. After a moment, his fingers moved quickly, and he quickly flipped through dozens of pages, and found the page he wanted. His eyes lit up, and he read The words on that page:

"Communication should start with a common topic, which can eliminate the barriers between each other and narrow the distance. Once you find a common topic, continue to discuss it in depth. This is the best opportunity to talk more about topics that children are interested in, which can enhance communication with each other. Children's feelings..."

"What kind of messed up book are you reading?" Xiang Beifei asked.

Xiang Tianxing turned the book up, revealing the title on the cover for Xiang Beifei to read.

How can a father communicate effectively with his son? "

"I said it last time, didn't I? In order to eliminate the gap between our father and son, I brought a lot of parenting books with me when I left. Look here."

Xiang Tianxing pointed to a pile of books that were piled up to a height of two meters around him, "Parents' Training Manual", "Understanding Children's Hearts", "What to Do When Children Are Rebellious?" "How should parents make up for the lack of childhood?" "What should I do if the child still wets the bed at the age of ten?" "...

"A ten-year-old child still wets the bed?"

Xiang Beifei had three black lines on his forehead.

"Oh! This book is a gift, buy three and get one free. At that time, the bookstore had a discount. I bought it and didn't care. This book is not suitable for you. I know you haven't wet the bed since you were three years old."

Xiang Tianxing laughed, quickly took out the book, and threw it into the lake.

The book splashed on the surface of the lake, and then sank to the bottom of the lake.

Xiang Beifei: "..."

"Although I am only conscious, I have the ability to learn. I will read these books and learn how to be a father when I have nothing to do. These books are written by various famous parenting experts. They are model parents! I have to learn from them I have checked these books, and they once dominated the Kyushu bestseller list for ten months!"

Xiang Tianxing patted the pair of books in satisfaction, but with too much force, all the books fell down with a "crash", scattered on the ground, and some of them hit his head directly.

He rubbed his head, chuckled dryly, and reached out to touch the raised hairs on his left forehead to hide his embarrassment.

"Don't you know that many parenting experts who write parenting books are not qualified parents themselves?"

"And this statement?"

"If they are really qualified parents, how can their children be rebellious like the books say? If their children are not rebellious as the books say, how do they know that these education methods are useful?"

"The cases in their book can be based on other people's children!"

"Other people's children are taken care of by other people's parents. Do those so-called child-rearing experts keep an eye on them 24 hours a day? Do you still know so clearly?"

"They may first discover problems from their own children, and then try to summarize the experience of discipline before publishing the book."

"Then their children are really poor."

"Why?"

"In order to discipline the child to the way I like, I have tried various methods. If the child disagrees, how do you think they will correct it?"

"how?"

"Beating, scolding and punishing them to stand against the wall. They hope to shape their children into the perfect image they want, and ask them to do things they can't do. Even though they couldn't get top grades when they were young, they just want their children to get full marks in the exam. Because of this If you say it, you can get vain praise from other parents, and let your child become a 'child of another family' in the mouth of other parents, but it seriously restricts the child's nature."

"Yes...is that so?"

Xiang Tianxing was puzzled when he heard this, he closed the book, looked at Xiang Beifei, and said, "You confuse me! You say this as if you don't want parents to control their children too much, but you are blaming me again Not at home, I have too little control over you. Then should I control you? It seems that what I do is wrong. "

"You have found the point." Xiang Beifei said calmly, "For me, whatever you do is wrong!"

Xiang Tianxing was stunned for a long time.

"Well, my fault, my fault."

He smiled apologetically.

"Why are you so humble in front of me?" Xiang Beifei asked.

"Because you are my son." Xiang Tianxing smiled gently, "If someone else talked to me like this, he would not be able to get up anymore."

His eyes are full of love.

Even if his son made trouble for no reason, no matter how unreasonable his words were, or even yelled at him, or even punched him, he would bear it.

"Are you so sure that the one standing in front of you is your son?" Xiang Beifei asked calmly.

"I'm sure." Xiang Tianxing said with a smile.

"Your son was so rebellious, autistic, and his grades were messed up, but now I stand in front of you, it's completely different! Have you ever suspected that your son is a fake? For example, someone traveled from another world and took over your Son's soul consciousness?" Xiang Beifei said.

"No, I'm happy instead!"

"Happy?" Xiang Beifei frowned.

"It means you're complete!"

"What do you mean?"

"Your mother said that since you were young, she felt that there was something missing in you, and she didn't know what was going on, as if you were not a complete person. Your mother is special, she can feel it, and she also said this It is very likely that this has something to do with your grandpa, splitting a complete you. But I can't figure it out, so your mother and I have been looking for answers, trying to find out what's going on. But your grandpa doesn't know why It's getting so confusing that we don't know where to start."

Xiang Tianxing looked at Xiang Beifei and said, "Looking at you now, I think you should have found a part of yourself that you lost. You don't have an awakening system, which is very different from people from Kyushu. I don't know what your grandfather used to do. What, but I can be sure that what you think of traveling through and occupying the consciousness of another person is because you have suddenly become complete and do not adapt to the other half of yourself.”

He laughed brightly: "So, you must be my son!"

Xiang Beifei didn't answer the call.

"You don't seem surprised?"

"Grandpa told me a few years ago, he said that I should have two memories, and I do have two memories." Xiang Beifei said.

When he was in the Skull Clan, he met the Fire Ancestor of the Skull Clan, and the Taoist consciousness of Qingde protected that place.

"How did he say?"

"He is just a consciousness just like you."

"I understand."

Xiang Tianxing didn't ask any more questions.

The two sat by the lake and continued to look at the sparkling lake. Xiang Tianxing stopped reading. He seemed to understand that the parenting scriptures of other parents did not apply to communicating with his own son.

Because his son is very special.

"They say that when you die, the spark of life left behind is extinguished."

Xiang Beifei broke the silence.

"Is that so?"

Xiang Tianxing yawned and yawned casually, not paying much attention.

"you are dead!"

Xiang Beifei raised his voice.

"I heard!"

Xiang Tianxing lay on the pile of parenting books, crossed his legs comfortably, looked very happy, and hummed a little tune.

Xiang Beifei discovered that the ditties he hummed were the same ditties that grandpa usually hums when he is happy.

"Why didn't you respond?"

"I'm responding! I'm so happy!"

"Are you glad you're dead?"

"No, I'm glad you talked to me."

Xiang Tianxing clasped his hands on the back of his head, raised his head slightly, looked at his son, and said, "You haven't talked to me so much last time. I tried to communicate with you, but you didn't Ignore me, even if you talk, you usually choke me, but because I am dead, you talk a lot today!"

He said happily: "If my death can make you take the initiative to say such things to me, then I didn't die in vain, did I?"