The villain is right beside me

"It's really amazing." Mu Qing was sweating profusely. Although this was an illusion, it was too real. Even the pain was real!

He would not have been able to stay awake if he hadn't felt a tingling sensation like electricity in his chest.

This Posha bead is really useful.

Next…

Mu Qing suddenly felt a little confused. What was he doing here?

My eyes were dizzy and I felt as if my body was light and weightless. I was walking in a thick rainbow cloud. Under my feet was a narrow path shining with a faint white light, leading straight to an unknown place in the distance...

This is……

Faintly, I saw the parents in my memory. Were they waving at me?

I was about to go up, but what shocked me was that the familiar parents faded away rapidly in the blink of an eye, until they turned into dust in the end...

Do not!

I wanted to scream, but I couldn't.

Then, the road under his feet seemed to be empty, and Mu Qing felt a sensation of falling straight from the air. There was a vast expanse of space beneath him, and suddenly, he fell on the cold ground!

"what!!!"

Mu Qing suddenly woke up.

Drops of rain hit his face, and Mu Qing felt his brain become clearer. Only then did he realize that there was a dark red snow field in front of him.

What's wrong with me?

Why am I here?

I seem to be... dreaming?

Faintly, I saw a flash of light not far away, followed by a noise. Although I could see and hear, I didn’t know what happened. My body seemed to have lost consciousness and was no longer controlled by my brain.

Then, I seemed to be lifted up by something, and my body collapsed on the soft bed. Looking at so many people around me, I seemed to understand that they were here to save me.

Why save me?

I remember falling down from a mountain...

Then, I seemed to fall into a deep sleep again.

Is it Zhuang Zhou who is dreaming of a butterfly, or is it the butterfly that is dreaming of Zhuang Zhou?

In the endless darkness, there seems to be a ray of light...

The dazzling white light made me squint my eyes. When I got used to it, I heard a burst of excited crying in my ears.

pain!

This was the only feeling I had when I woke up. In a daze, when I opened my eyes, I saw a woman with gray hair and a man with a sallow face next to me, looking at me anxiously and expectantly.

they are……

Dad? Mom!

I seemed to hear a call, but I tried to open my mouth with all my strength, but no sound came out.

The pain around me seemed to stimulate my nerves, and finally, I made a sound!

"Woooo..."

The two elders shuddered all over and couldn't help but move closer to Mu Qing, wanting to listen carefully again.

"Xiao Mu! Are you awake? Call me again!"

"Son! Say something! Can you please shout?"

"Ah..." Mu Qing let out a weak sound, which made the two elders jump up in ecstasy, tears of excitement bursting out.

Then, some figures in white coats gathered around, and left after a while.

At this time, Mu Qing finally regained some consciousness.

Is this a hospital?

Yes, that's right, I was in the hospital the whole time. I was in bed for a whole year, and it was simply the longest year.

I didn't travel through time? Have I been dreaming all this time?

Mu Qing couldn't believe it. Was this another hallucination? He closed his eyes and fell asleep, but he didn't dream about traveling back in time. He only dreamed of some fragmented, fragmented memories.

These memories were what he recalled after he fell off the cliff and before his consciousness completely collapsed.

In the dream, there was no Yunxi! No Piaomiao Sect! No immortal cultivators either!

Mu Qing couldn't believe it. He called out to Lao Wang. If all this was fake, then Lao Wang... He didn't answer...

No, there was no one in his head.

"What's wrong?" His mother came closer, her eyes full of haggardness and distress. What made Mu Qing unbelievable was that his mother, who was only in her forties, had completely white hair, like an old woman.

A feeling of sadness welled up in Mu Qing's heart. Even if this was just a dream or an illusion, he didn't want to wake up.

The shepherd's mother wiped away his tears, and as if she heard her son calling her, tears welled up in her eyes again.

"If I had known I wouldn't have let you go out for a trip, let alone go hiking. If I hadn't agreed to let you run around, this wouldn't have happened." Mu's mother kept nagging like Xianglin Sao.

Mu Qing felt that his hands could move and he slowly raised them up, as if he wanted to hold his mother's scab-covered hand.

He had been lying in bed for a whole year and had no idea how many bones were broken, but now they have all healed and he can slowly move again.

Mu Qing held the warm and old fingers and could feel that this was true! This must be true!

A week later, Mu Qing was finally able to speak and his arms could move, but his legs had lost all feeling. The doctor said that because the injury was so severe that it damaged the spinal nerves, his legs had become numb and completely lost feeling, and it would take a long time for him to recover through exercise.

But what was more serious was that Mu Qing started talking to himself from time to time, and he felt an inexplicable emptiness in his heart, as if he had lost something important.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Qing kept muttering the names of "Yunxi", "Laowang" and others. The two elders called a psychologist, and after the examination, the psychologist said that Mu Qing was very likely to have schizophrenia.

In the dream, he is the protagonist of the immortal world, with golden fingers, cheats, a confidante, and boiling blood...

But when he woke up, he found himself to be a vegetative person who had broken both legs and had been lying in bed for ten years. An ordinary... injured person.

So, was it really a dream?

Mu Qing slept for a year, and he was dreaming for 365 days.

Mu Qing didn't believe it. He still remembered the formula for practicing the technique, so he wrote it down on a piece of paper and practiced it every day, but... it was of no use...

Forget about getting enlightened, he couldn't even feel the energy.

However, every word in the sutra is so profound and difficult to read, as if it were really a secret book of spiritual practice.

"You said, this is the evidence?" Dr. Han from the psychiatry department looked at the handwritten scriptures by Mu Qing. Even he couldn't help but admire the profoundness of the scriptures... He couldn't understand it.

When Dr. Han heard that a vegetative patient who had just awakened suddenly became schizophrenic, many people thought that it was just a dream the patient had during his years of sleep.

But Mu Qing was not only able to describe all the details of his dream, he also described it vividly, and even told everyone what was in his mind.

Doctor Han thought that this might be the result of the reluctance of this disabled young man. The future of a young man with great potential was ruined, so he imagined himself to be a genius in the world of cultivation...

Ugh……

Who didn't have some second-year fantasies when they were young? Dr. Han couldn't help but think that when he was young, he always fantasized about becoming a superman in front of her one day and saving the world...

"Ahem. You must have suffered a lot in that world." Doctor Han said with concern. At this time, it is better not to deny the patient's imagination.

Mu Qing nodded.

"Since cultivation is so difficult, why don't you give up?"

"Because..." Mu Qing recalled that the purpose of his cultivation was to go home and see his parents again. He had just woken up from his dream and realized his wish. What else was there to cling to?

But when I think of Yunxi and the promise I made to someone... Hmm? What was his name?

Mu Qing felt that his memory of the dream was becoming increasingly vague, but he always remembered that there was someone who was his mentor on the road to becoming an immortal, and who was right next to him.

Dr. Han said, "Since you can't forget them, I have a suggestion for you. Write down everything you dreamed about and make a complete story. This way, you will be able to remember them all the time and won't be so painful."

good idea!

Mu Qing was delighted, and he decided to write a novel about cultivating immortals, titled after dreams, and named it - "I Cultivate Immortality in My Dreams".

The protagonist traveled through the world of immortal cultivation in a dream, and after waking up, he found that he was just a mental patient, but he accidentally discovered that he could also practice martial arts in the real world...

After writing the outline, Mu Qing began to type out the first sentence of the first section: The desolate wind whimpers through the world...

"Xiaomu, your friend is here to see you!"

That afternoon, two heads popped out from the door of the ward. Mu Qing looked over and was a little unrecognizable for a moment.

"Yellow hair! The sea!"

The two who came were a tall and thin young man and a well-mannered young man wearing glasses.

The former is called Huang Wenbin, a childhood friend of Mu Qing. When he was a child, he had a tuft of yellow hair on his head, and he was thin and sickly. Now he is so strong.

The latter is Mu Qing’s high school buddy, Zhou Hai. Mu Qing still remembers that he didn’t wear glasses when he was in school.

"Brother Mu!" Huang Wenbin rushed over excitedly: "Oh my God, this is a medical miracle! I heard that you became a vegetable after you fell off the cliff. I have already prepared a monument for you."

"Get lost!" Mu Qing said unhappily.

Zhou Hai handed him a bouquet of flowers and said, "Congratulations! You have survived a great disaster and will surely have good fortune in the future."

"Why send flowers? It's better to send something food." Mu Qing took it. It was a bouquet of tulips, but he was stunned when he saw the signature on it carefully.

Su Mei.

Zhou Hai said: "I saw her downstairs. She gave me the flowers and left. It seems that she still misses you."

Mu Qing put the bouquet aside. Su Mei was his ex-girlfriend. She had excellent grades in the college entrance examination and went to a prestigious university, while he failed. It was she who proposed the breakup.

Zhou Hai glanced at the notebook on the table and said, "Why, you started writing a novel, and my name is on it!"

"What?" Huang Wenbin came over to take a look. "What's your name? You're not the leading actor, are you? What character did you create using my image?"

When they read the prologue, they exclaimed in admiration for the extraordinary writing style.

"Get well soon and be discharged from the hospital soon."

The novel written by Mu Qing was signed and received good response, and even received a lot of monthly ticket support.

His work "I am a Cultivator in Dreams" became famous overnight, bringing him both fame and fortune.

Mu Qing's daily life is to sit in a wheelchair, typing on his computer, day after day.

Slowly, he seemed to have forgotten the dream of cultivating immortals, and he seemed to no longer remember those lively faces.