Cultivation of Immortality: Dual cultivation with the female sect master, and they fell in love over

"Old man, when do you think our Ping'er will wake up?"

A hoarse, crying voice reached Su Ping's ears, and Su Ping opened his eyes slightly.

There were two anxious and caring faces in front of him, which made him slightly stunned, feeling that there was something strange and familiar at the same time.

There was a blank look in his eyes, and it wasn't until a long while that he looked at the two of them and asked, "Dad? Mom?"

"Ping'er, I'm mom, my Ping'er, you finally woke up!"

The tears dripping from Su's mother's face fell so hot on his face, and her rough hands rubbed Su Ping's face.

"It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up!"

Su's father paced back and forth excitedly, mumbling these two sentences.

Su Ping then looked around. Above his head was a white ceiling with long incandescent lamps hanging on it.

He was covered with a hospital-specific quilt, which said S City Rehabilitation Hospital. There was an infusion pole standing beside the bed. There was a cold feeling on the back of his hand as medicine was being injected into his body.

"I, am I not dead?"

"Bah, silly boy, what are you talking about? You can't say these words just after you wake up!"

The confusion in Su Ping's eyes became even worse, "Mom, what's wrong with me?"

"Silly boy, you don't believe me when I tell you not to run around at home. You insist on going to visit some museum, but there happens to be an earthquake, and your brain is crushed by the collapsed wall, and you are unconscious."

Museum, earthquake?

Something seemed to flash in Su Ping's mind, but he had a severe headache and couldn't think of anything.

"The doctor said you may remain a vegetative state for the rest of your life. I, I..."

Mother Su started sobbing when she said this.

"Old lady, Ping'er is awake. Today is a good day, so don't cry."

Su's mother was still sobbing, and Su's father told him what happened. It turned out that he had been in a coma for ten years after being injured. The doctor advised them to give up countless times, but they all persisted.

Su Ping was still thinking about the museum and the earthquake, and his head hurt more and more. He kept hitting his head with his hand in pain.

"Doctor, doctor!" Su's father shouted loudly.

Mother Su held Su Ping's wrist tightly to prevent him from slapping his head.

When the doctor saw Su Ping waking up, he was amazed. He gave Su Ping an injection of sedative, and then took Su Ping for various examinations. After confirming that there was no serious problem, the doctor discharged him.

Su Ping was silent on the way home, but his parents did not take him back to the house in his memory, but to a dilapidated farmyard that looked like a dilapidated house.

After asking, Su Ping found out that in order to pay for the hospital and someone to take care of him, his mother quit her job, but her father's income alone was still not enough, so she sold the house that her parents had worked hard to buy all their lives.

His younger brother was also happy to learn that Su Ping had regained consciousness. Over the years, his younger brother had gotten married and had children, and he came with his family to reunite.

Her little niece was jumping up and down around him, very happy, telling him stories she had learned in kindergarten when he was unconscious.

Looking at the happy scene, mother served the last dish, and everyone happily toasted to celebrate.

"Do you think there are immortals in this world?"

Just when everyone's wine glasses touched each other, Su Ping suddenly said something while holding the drinks, making the atmosphere a little awkward.

"Silly boy, where are the immortals in this world?" Mother Su said hurriedly.

"But, I seemed to have had a dream, dreaming about immortals, and I seemed to be one of them, but I seemed to have forgotten these and them."

"Brother, you said it was a dream. It's normal to not remember the things in the dream. There are some immortals somewhere. You finally wake up, so don't think about it. Isn't it good for our family to live together?"

"Good! Good! Good!"

Looking at his smiling family members, Su Ping also had a smile on his face, but he felt a little inexplicably disappointed in his heart.

From that day on, Su Ping became more and more silent, staying at home all day long to search for news about immortals. No matter how many classics he read and how many web pages he browsed, he could not find any trace of immortals.

Whenever he felt just a little bit like he would think of something, he would look at his parents' earnest eyes and the love from them, and he would feel confused again.

He never got the answer he wanted. Looking at his parents who were getting older, Su Ping also began to persuade himself to gradually let go of it all, thinking that he might have just had a dream. If it was not a dream, why did he remember everything? Incredible.

Su Ping also began to go out to work, but after being in a coma in the hospital for ten years, he had long been out of touch with today's society. Coupled with his taciturn temperament, he could only do some low-paying jobs.

It's just that no matter how hard he tries, he still seems to be out of tune with this society, as if he shouldn't be here.

During this period, his parents also planned important life events for him, saying that it would be better if he found a wife. They had countless kisses, but Su Ping was always alone in the end.

It wasn't until twenty years later that his parents passed away, causing his loneliness to reach its peak.

The younger brother's family is getting busier and busier, and even his cute little niece has already started a family and started a business. She hardly sees him all year round. He is as quiet as a person forgotten by the world.

And his own body was gradually declining, like a dying old man.

On this day, the snow was falling heavily, and he knew that his body had reached its end and he could no longer hold on. At the end of his life, for some reason, he just wanted to talk to his parents, as if he had an obsession.

He staggered to his parents' graves holding a bottle of wine, "Dad, Mom, do you think there are really no immortals in this world? But I always feel that I have lost something."

No one responded. After taking a sip of wine, he sat down next to the tombstone and looked at the starry sky. He also wanted to talk to the starry sky and ask the starry sky if there were any immortals. Are the immortals over there okay?

Maybe it would be good for me to leave like this.

"Yes, your life has come to an end. Leaving your parents' graves is the best destination for you. Su Ping, please die quickly. After you die, you can start a new life, completely forget everything, and no longer feel lonely and confused. "

A voice suddenly appeared in his mind, making Su Ping raise his eyes. Except for the falling snowflakes and the sound of wind, there was no one around.

"Haha, when a person is about to die, even auditory hallucinations appear."

Su Ping laughed at himself, his body became more and more tired, and he leaned against the tombstone. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his consciousness began to blur. He really wanted to fall asleep like this.

He could no longer hear the sound of the wind, could no longer feel the coldness of the snowflakes, and looked at the starry sky with inexplicable nostalgia in his eyes.

Suddenly, a ray of starlight hung down, making his somewhat cold body warmer. Su Ping had some strength to raise his eyelids, and watched in disbelief as more and more starlight turned into beams of light and dropped down.

As the stars hung down, a little bit of starlight lit up on his body, making his body warmer and warmer, his heart beating faster, and his body on the verge of death regained its vitality. As if instinctively, he sat down cross-legged, with his hands formed with dharma seals.

An inexplicable aura came out of his body, and he opened his eyes, his eyes shining brightly.

When he remembered, he remembered everything.

I am Su Ping, and I am going through the Nascent Soul Tribulation!

He raised his hand and waved, the surrounding scene kept changing, and he slowly uttered a word.

"break!"