After my wife pulled out my oxygen tube, I was born again

Counting his previous life, Song Yang experienced a total of ten reincarnations.

His subsequent attempts were different. He worked in various industries, learned a lot of knowledge, and saw through the secular laws of the world.

It turns out that life is really just one dream after another.

Can't tell where is reality and where is fiction.

Only the moment he woke up, he saw the truth and saw through the illusion.

Of all the lives he has experienced, only in this life, he has a daughter named Song Chuchu.

Reality is beauty.

Only if it is plain and simple can it be true.

And Song Yang finally understood that Song Chuchu was his only anchor point of communication with reality.

It is the root of cause and effect...

Song Yang looked at the time and said with a carefree smile: "You've worked hard these days. You should rest first. I'm fine."

Qingxuan nodded and said softly: "It seems that we have successfully researched the Diji Pill. The next step is to find the friend you mentioned, and we need to make appropriate adjustments to her."

Song Yang thought for a moment and said, "Well, it's time to get her out of her misery. You go back first!"

Nie Qingxuan Actually, after walking a few steps, she looked back at Song Yang and said, "Are you really still Song Yang?"

"I am me, and I am not me. I am born as me, and I die without me. No matter what other people think of me or how they interpret it, it cannot change the different opinions of different people on me. If you say yes, then Yes. If you say I'm not, how can I prove it?"

Song Yang laughed loudly, making Qingxuan feel an indescribable affinity with him.

Nie Qingxuan nodded, and then said: "Okay, I'll leave first."

As the door closed, Song Yang stood in front of the window.

Looking at the moon in the sky, he said with a smile: "The clouds are like the clothes, the flowers are like the face, the spring breeze is blowing the threshold, and the dew is thick. If I hadn't seen it on the top of the jade mountain, I would have met under the moon on Yaotai."

He chuckled, and then said loudly: "Bai Mudan...Chu Zihan...hahahaha!"

"Under the Yuelao Temple...that's how it is!!"

For a time, Song Yang's ten lifetime experiences came together in his mind, and some familiar and unfamiliar memories emerged in his mind.

In this memory, he remembered a name from the past.

Lu Yan.

Junyoko.

Lu Dongbin.

Song Yang laughed loudly, he laughed very happily, as if he had never been so happy before.

And just as he smiled, his hair quietly turned white from the roots.

Until a frosty hair...

Finally, my beard and hair are all white!

But his face became extremely young.

The texture of the skin was like that of a young boy.

Song Yang remembered it.

At this moment, he felt that there was something more in his heart.

He became enlightened.

In just a moment, he became enlightened and became a saint.

Got the heart of a saint.

Song Yang smiled bitterly and shook his head, then sat down and looked at himself in the mirror.

The Chun Yangzi of the past is the Song Yang of today.

He decided to keep this secret deep in his heart.

And he was reincarnated again, a big dream that Grandfather Lu had back then.

Song Yang acted as if nothing had happened.

Until he got up early the next morning, Song Yang went out as usual.

Shen Po, who was practicing his sword, was dumbfounded when he saw Song Yang.

She dropped her sword and walked over nervously: "Song Yang?! What did you do? You! Is this a side effect of the Emperor's Pill?"

Song Yang was stunned for a moment, then touched his hair, and smiled: "Is it white? Ah, just dye it back. After returning home, mix Polygonum multiflorum with black sesame seeds, and it will come back on its own in two months. Besides, I think it’s quite handsome. People have to try different looks. Otherwise, if they always look the same, wouldn’t they feel sorry for themselves?”

Shen Po was stunned. She looked at Song Yang suspiciously: "Are you... dreaming again?"

Song Yang chuckled and pinched Shen Bo's face.

This made Shen Po stupid...

"you……"

This is not something Song Yang can do.

Although it doesn't look like Song Yang, it feels like it should be Song Yang.

However, every move he makes now exudes an extraordinary sense of freedom and ease.

No longer stuck to the so-called limitations of mundane things, he is more like...

In the legend of their sect, the not-so-serious patriarch, Grandpa Lu...

"What am I? It's broad daylight, and dreams are just daydreams! After being delayed for so long, Xia Xiaoman must be back soon. Let's pack up and prepare to go to the capital!"

Shen Po nodded subconsciously, but his eyes were still full of surprise as he looked at the "white-haired" Song Yang.

Song Yang bent down and picked up the sword. He looked at Shen Po and smiled.

Then he threw the sword casually.

Whoosh! !

The flying sword pierced the sky as if tearing apart the space!

Then, an old poplar tree in the yard suddenly fell down.

The tree crown fell to the ground, and the flying sword returned to Song Yang's hand as if obedient.

"you!"

Song Yang grinned: "This is how you want to use the flying sword."

After saying that, Song Yang put his hands behind his back and walked towards the front hall humming a tune: "Headmaster Lu? Old Lu! Come out and chat!"

Shen Po looked at the sword in his hand, and then at the smooth cut in the tree crown.

She blinked her eyes and said: "What is the effect of this Emperor's Pill? How do you feel..."

"He's crazy?"

……

In the front hall, regardless of the strange looks from Shen Po and the disciples, Song Yang sat down and played chess with Lu Changmao under the tree.

After Lu Changmao put down a sunspot, he said with a smile: "Senior nephew Song, your hair color is quite cool. Can you get it back?"

Song Yang nodded: "Of course, it's just a side effect of the medicine. It only costs a few dollars to dye your hair now. I'll wear it for two days. I don't like this style enough."

Lu Changmao gestured to himself: "Look, if I make your hair color like this, you will look particularly immortal."

Song Yang dropped a white piece, he smiled slightly, looked at Lu Changmao and asked: "Is the Immortal Wind Dao Bone related to the white hair? If it is related, wouldn't it mean that all the old people are immortals? However, I do think that if Master Lu is If you wave a little more, well... you will become an immortal."

Lu Changmao looked around, then said with a smile: "Why are you still wandering? Isn't it appropriate for me to go to a disco at my age?"

Song Yang chuckled: "If you dare to try, I believe Shen Po will let you die where you are."

Lu Changmao swallowed, and then Song Yang smiled again and said: "With one drop, the world will be settled!"

Lu Changmao was startled. He looked at the chess game on the chessboard and was completely stunned.

Unintentionally, Song Yang actually made a mysterious chess game.

Lu Changmao looked at the chessboard in astonishment and asked stutteringly: "How...how did you do this? You, you can also play chess?"

Song Yang looked at the chessboard. He didn't say anything, but pointed at the chessboard: "Master Master, if you can understand this game, you will understand which direction the wave I am talking about is in."

Seeing through the secular rules, Song Yang became more free and easy.

I understand better the meaning of Song Chuchu’s existence.

Only then did he realize that there was no Song Chuchu in his reincarnation, only in this life.

And Song Chuchu is the anchor of the world, the final result of his own entanglement of cause and effect.

Song Yang grew old overnight and enlightened the saint's heart. Only then did he realize that he was the reincarnation of Lu Zuye's Taoist heart.This secret was hidden by Song Yang.

He didn't want anyone to know.

But Shen Po saw him and asked him if he had that big dream again.

Song Yang smiled and said nothing, only saying that the thousand years of dreams were gone, and he was replaced by a free and easy life.