Fake Immortal Cultivation in Interstellar

Relying on a translator alone still caused a lot of inconvenience in communication, so he decided to take the initiative to learn Interstellar Common Language and communicate normally with Chu Mu's family.

I asked Chu Mu for a translator, and he sat on the bed in the guest room and used a magic spell to input the information into his mind. This is a memory simplification spell that can input the information into his mind verbatim, but simple copying cannot Integrate.

After trying to talk to the translator a few times, he has basically mastered the way of daily communication, and the more difficult reading and writing will have to be further studied in the future.

After the learning of Interstellar Common Language was almost finished, he changed out of the Hanfu he was wearing, picked up the change of clothes that Chu Mu had prepared for himself, and went to take a shower.After urging his internal energy to dry his hair, he lay on the bed exhausted, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The moon had already hung high, and the soft moonlight spread through the window on the boy's face on the bed, but did not smooth his frowning brows.At this time, he felt that he had entered a closed and dark space, and the panic pressing down in his heart kept urging him to leave quickly, but there was no exit around.

The space began to twist, and a tall and thin body with a face that could not be seen clearly stood in front of him, saying that she was tall because he could only see the other's hanging hands when he looked straight up, and he had to look up hard to see her face. She lifted her neck, but her face was blurred.

But there was a voice in his heart telling him that it was his mother.In front of her, she was like a human being under a huge monster, helpless and unable to resist.She roared and swung the stick at herself, leaving dark red marks on his body, "Why don't you come back, am I not good enough? What's so good about that woman?"

It was not me who did the wrong thing, but he was the one who received the punishment. He seemed to have forgotten a lot of things, but he just comforted himself from the bottom of his heart: bear with it, and it will pass, and someone will come to pick him up to escape this desperate situation .

"His parents are dead, it's so poor." "Shh, keep your voice down, don't let him hear." "Shall we go and comfort him?" "Don't go, I haven't seen him cry, my mother said He is a cold-blooded animal, don't want me to play with him."

One second he was facing an out-of-control monster, and the next second his ears were filled with whispers from everyone, but he didn't feel anything unusual.It was as if he had been in that car accident where his parents died and he miraculously survived in the back seat, an orphan.

In the face of other people's sympathetic or mocking words, he always maintains an expressionless face, and the life of losing his parents has no effect on him.But as time passed, he began to feel anxious, why hasn't that person come yet?

Who is that person?He didn't know the answer, but he firmly believed in his heart that his appearance would lead him out of the endless abyss.Hidden under the expressionless mask is a fragile and sensitive little boy. He stands alone under the abyss longing for sunshine, trying to escape, but an invisible hand in the abyss drags him into the depths.

He was like struggling in a swamp, sinking deeper and deeper, sometimes he thought, sinking in the bottomless abyss, and releasing the beast that has accumulated a lot of resentment because of loneliness, wouldn't that be good?

After school, he still left the school alone, and the classmates who came home in groups were ignored by him like a whiteboard.On that riverside, on that unrested and deserted road, that person appeared.

"This predestined person..."

Memories about that person flooded in like a flood, and an emotion called grievance took over rationally. I have been waiting for you for so long, why did you come here!

Obviously knowing that it wasn't that person's fault, but he couldn't help but want to get angry at that person. Before the other person finished speaking, he angrily bumped into that person and walked away.

But that person didn't pester him as much as he imagined, and he couldn't hear the footsteps of the other party chasing him, so he walked more and more slowly until he stopped.Is it because I lost my temper with him, so he doesn't want me?

He turned around immediately in a panic, and shouted, "Master..." There was no one in front of him.

The hand on the schoolbag clenched the shoulder strap tightly, as if this would not make me cry, "Hey, you little guy has a really big temper, don't bump into me if you block your way? I can give you a hand." Age can't stand it."

It was a familiar voice. He turned his back and found that the person who was originally behind him ran in front of him without anyone noticing.He rushed over, wailing.

"Hey, he's a boy after all. Why are you crying like a girl? Don't get my clothes dirty." He said this, but he didn't push him away, but patted him clumsily and tenderly. back, conveying comfort silently.

Afterwards, time ran quickly like a film, and it was frozen in another frame.He looked around in a treasury filled with many magical artifacts, and in front of him stood the man who had become his master, "These are the former magical artifacts of your uncles, seniors, brothers and sisters, you choose the one you like, and I will give it to you later." Reforge it into a magic weapon that suits you."

"Where did they go?"

Master pointed to the ceiling, "Go to heaven."

He knew that the meaning of going to heaven did not mean that they had attained full cultivation and attained immortality, but that when he woke up from the hospital, the adults could not bear to directly tell him the tragic reality, telling him that his parents had gone to heaven.

Heaven is a place for good people to go, and he hopes that his parents go to hell.Are the uncles who have never met and the others gone?Already went to live in heaven?

He didn't know what the master who said these words with a hippie smile was thinking, the life of a cultivator is very long, the master is still very young, and those uncles and uncles who have never met must not be too old.How did they die?This question cannot be opened.

Master must be the saddest person. From the unstained and well-kept artifacts, it can be seen that Master misses them, so why did he say such a thing?

"Apprentice, what do you think of this, this shape, this weight, I reforged it into a big hammer for you, which perfectly complements your weak appearance." The master teased with an axe.

Seeing that the master was really moving, he grabbed the ax in his arms and ran out, "With me here, don't even think about it! You are a cold-blooded and heartless person!"

When leaving the hospital, the adult handed over the relics of his parents to him, and told him that when he missed them, he could look at things and think about others.He turned around and threw those into the trash can, they weren't worth thinking about.Because I don't miss my parents, I was said to be a cold-blooded animal.

He knew that the master was more reluctant to part with his uncle and the others than he was, but he said that the master was cold-blooded and ruthless. He regretted this very much, and he said very excessive things to the master.

Holding the ax in his arms, he rushed into the distance, and when he calmed down, he felt scared.In case someone came to fight for it, I would not be able to keep the magic weapon with special meaning in my arms.

Unable to find the way back, his face turned pale with anxiety, and suddenly a beam of light shot out from the magic weapon, guiding him back to where his master was.

When he saw the ax for the first time, he felt the majestic aura attached to the magic weapon, but when he ran out with it in his arms, it carefully put away the oppressive majesty, showing friendliness with a warm and peaceful aura.

When he came back, the master was still picking out the right magic weapon, "You're back, just now I was thinking of you running away so impulsively, if you got lost, would you hide in a corner and cry secretly?"

"Isn't it okay not to use the magical artifacts of Master Uncle and the others? I don't want any magical artifacts."

The master stopped the action of selecting the magic weapon, "It is different from before. The materials with aura have long since disappeared. Except for the magic weapon left over from before, there is no more suitable material to forge a magic weapon with good attributes. Since you don't want to If I use Master Uncle and the others, then I will find another way."

Then time took him to an office like a cog wheel.The office was named after him, and it was a teacher's apprentice gift from his master. Another gift was the longevity lock on his neck, which could withstand the attack of nuclear weapons. Contribute half of the materials for forging.

"Now you are satisfied, no one has lost the magic weapon, only your master can come up with such a brilliant method. By the way, this office is also given to you by the master, do you like it?"

At that time, he believed his master's nonsense, and he was very moved. That office was used by his master to squeeze labor, so what a gift.

Ever since he opened that firm, he felt that the so-called cultivating immortals was training his ability to be a detective.A certain family lost their dog and went to the office, and he took a compass all over the street to look for the dog; a certain family found a long-standing letter and wanted to know what the original owner wrote, so he made a trick to restore the original owner's handwriting...

He agreed to give it to his own office, but he was like a low-level worker who was squeezed out. He did all the dirty work, and the master was dictating like a boss.

This time he accepted the commission and went to other places to investigate the haunting case, and he had to go out for a few days.The master who had always been the hands-off shopkeeper suddenly became concerned about him.

"Is everything ready?"

"It's all ready."

"You brought too little, why don't you take what your senior sister prepared for you."

"...No, I'll just go for a few days."

The senior sister knew that he was going on a long trip, so he prepared a mountain-like salute in advance. He looked at the stuffed storage bag and declined the senior sister's kindness. It's so full that it's very difficult to get things out of it.Besides, I'm only going out for a few days, so I don't need to bring so many things.

It was very unusual for the master to send him to the door. He couldn't help but be more vigilant. Maybe this commission was not what he thought.

"When you get there, take care of yourself and don't let your senior sister worry."

"Well, I will take good care of myself, Master, you are not hiding anything from me, are you?"

"What can your master hide from you, go quickly, if you want to go home over there, master will come to pick you up again."

"I'll be back in a few days. I'm not a child anymore. Don't bother Master to pick me up."

After he left, he turned his head and glanced at the master who was still standing at the door. The senior sister who was too urgent to see him off was also at the door, waving at him with red eyes.

Something happened beyond expectation. Master, senior sister and the others must have something to hide from him. He ran over to ask them face to face, but no matter how fast he ran, the distance of less than 50 meters was infinitely extended, and he still couldn't reach them.

The author has something to say: Starting today, there will be three thousand changes every day, and one chapter is better than three chapters.Guest officer, are you sure you don't want to collect it?I can't find it next time

pps: This chapter is tomorrow, but the typewriter mistakenly posted the day after tomorrow, so I just posted it today_(:_」∠)_