Chapter 504: Shen Ruolan
Just as Youquan and others were refining the black gold coffin, Shen Chong was wandering on the edge of the sea of knowledge. His consciousness was very messy, and all kinds of thoughts were mixed, but they could not be connected. The memories of the past cycled like fragments, sometimes clear and sometimes blurred.
The deepest memory is when I was a child. When my mother was still alive, in the Nanyan Palace, my father taught me to learn literature and martial arts hand in hand. My mother's elegant and sweet smile and embrace. Although she rarely walked out of my mother's Qingxinyuan, she lived a simple and happy life.
But suddenly, with the death of his mother, his father's attitude became very indifferent, and even the servants in the house were far away. The life in the palace suddenly became difficult, and he could not get along with the eldest wife.
There is also the proton life in Jinling City. Although there is no shortage of food and clothing, there is no sense of security, and ridiculing and white eyes are commonplace.
Escape from Jinling City and embark on the road of practice...
After, the bits and pieces slowly changed into illusory. The memory fragments changed and rotated in front of his eyes. In the blur, Shen Chong felt that there were endless clouds in front of him, and these clouds all formed a swirl, one after another. And Shen Chong kept falling down in these whirlpools, and all his memories had disappeared, and he felt only the boundless darkness.
I don't know how long it took, Shen Chong was gradually whispered and woke up from his coma. When Shen Chong's consciousness became more and more sober, the call gradually became clear.
"Chong, Chong, wake up..."
Who is? Shen Chong wanted to open his mouth to ask, but he made a sound. In a daze, he seemed to see a woman with low eyebrows and a loving face. This woman was not very beautiful. She was a little thin, but she was gentle and gentle, and her eyes were as tender as water, giving people a feeling of great closeness, which made people couldn't help but give birth. The meaning of closeness.
Seeing this face, Shen Chong suddenly had unprecedented relaxation, anxiety and fear. All the negative psychology disappeared, and his mind was clear, as if he had a sweet dream.
After waking up, Shen Chong felt that he was held in his arms, and a trace of coolness poured in from his forehead, and he was suddenly extremely comfortable.
The woman who just kissed her forehead gently has a kind face, and her eyes are even more gentle, which also contains a trace of reluctance, staring at Shen Chong closely.
"You are..."
Shen Chong looked at this seemingly far away but very familiar face, and his eyes were full of surprise. This face turned thousands of times in his dreams. He could see her in countless midnight dreams, but when he woke up, he couldn't catch anything, leaving only endless sadness and missing.
"Mother, is it really you?" Tears that had never been seen since entering the Tao had gushed out of his eyes. Shen Chongfei jumped up and hugged the woman tightly.
"Son, let me take a good look at you!" Shen Ruolan's eyes also had tears falling: "Yes, my child has grown up, and I finally saw what you look like when you grow up."
"Mother, where is this place?" When he hugged his mother, Shen Chong had woken up. With his current cultivation, he naturally felt something wrong. His mother's appearance was lifelike, and every smile was exactly the same as in his memory, but it was all illusory, and even he himself was an illusory consciousness.
Shen Chong has remembered that he is still an idea. He was scattered into pieces in the last bombardment of the Dragon Soul Ball. I don't know where he flew to.
But Shen Chong is also sure that the mother in front of him is by no means demonized. Even if it is an illusion, it is good to spend more time with his mother.
"This is the illusory world created by my mother!" Shen Ruolan said with a smile. Shen Chong slowly sat up, rubbed his head, and looked around. The illusory world was not big. There was only a valley, and there was no wind around it. The mountains and forests were dense. A clear spring slowly flowed down. The fragrance of flowers was bursts. From time to time, you could hear the light song of birds, surrounded by a mass of light fog. Although there was no fairy spirit, it was refreshing. Shen Yi.
"This illusory world is still in your sea of knowledge," Shen Ruolan smiled and said, "Chonger, you have practiced the magic Genesis that Mother left you."
Genesis, the supreme magic of ancient times.
Shen Chong remembered the picture of Jiuzhou mountains and rivers in his mother's bamboo building in Qingxin Garden, and it was that picture that left his mother's inheritance.
Shen Chong nodded and seemed to understand something.
"You guessed right. When my mother was about to leave, I could only leave a wisp of my consciousness in the Jiuzhou mountain and river map with the dream method. Now that you have practiced the magic power of Genesis, this wisp of consciousness will remain in your sea of knowledge." Shen Ruolan said.
"My mother has always been here. Why don't you come out to meet the child?" Shen Chong said urgently.
"I also want to see you earlier," Shen Ruolan sighed, "It's a pity that my cultivation is too weak. I still retain a trace of consciousness with the help of Jiuzhou Mountain and River Map. In a few years, it will dissipate. If it weren't for the impact of external forces, I wouldn't be able to pull you into the illusory world."
"The mother's soul is there, and the child will definitely find a way to make his mother reborn." Shen Chong suddenly thought of something. If there is a remnant soul in his hand, he may not be able to reshape his body.
"Idiot, I'm very happy to see you grow up. I don't have any extravagant expectations. What's more, my soul has already been annihilated. Everything is predestined, so there is no need to force it." Shen Ruolan exhaled and stroked Shen Chong's face.
"Mother, what happened back then, why did you leave, and your father also changed his temperament." The last glimmer of hope was also dashed, and Shen Chong asked the question that had been entangled in his heart angrily.
The appointment with his father was only less than a year, but Shen Chong couldn't help asking.
"It's just the evil fate of the previous life!" Shen Ruolan sighed gently: "Don't blame your father. He didn't do anything wrong, and I have never regretted it. When the Shinto sect is destroyed, your father will definitely tell you everything."
"Shinto sect," Shen Chong's face was cold: "Is it Shinto sect? The child now has enough strength. After returning to Shenzhou, he will definitely eradicate this sect."
"No," Shen Ruolan said anxiously, "Mom can feel the strength of your current state, but you alone are not the opponent of Shinto sect. Shinto sect also has an unknown power, which even surpasses the peak of the soul realm. Only your father can deal with him, so I will entrust everything to your father. "
Beyond the peak of the divine soul realm, it is the strong man in the broken realm, but the strong man in the broken realm above the nine continents is restricted by the power of heaven and earth, and can only exert the power of the peak of the divine soul, which can make the mother so anxious. Presumably, the power of the strong man of the Shinto sect has transcended this world and can fully exert its power.
Shen Chong has had the experience of facing Longxiu Shenjun. He knows how helpless he is in front of a holy emperor who has exerted all his strength. Even if his father condensed his soul in these two years, he will never be the opponent of the emperor.
I didn't expect that my father was facing such a powerful enemy. Shen Chong had secretly made up his mind. If he got out, he must rush back to Shenzhou as soon as possible. With his current strength, he could definitely help his father.
Since he knows who the enemy is, Shen Chong doesn't say anything more. It's a rare time to be with his mother. From childhood to now, from Shenzhou to Youzhou, the two have endless words. Most of the time, Shen Chong is talking. Shen Ruolan is listening, and I don't know how much time has passed, maybe three or five hours. Maybe in three or five days, Shen Chong was completely immersed in the joy of being together with his mother.
Suddenly, there was a sound of broken glass over the valley.
Shen Ruolan stared at Shen Chong again, with a strong reluctance in her eyes: "It's almost time. You have to leave. Your mother's consciousness has been exhausted. This illusory world will not last long. In your sea of knowledge, according to the guidance of your heart, you can find a way out and return."
"Mother!" Shen Chong shouted.
"Go ahead, don't carry too many things. The matter of the Shinto sect will be solved by your father, and the grudges of the previous generation will be solved by our previous generation." Shen Ruolan seemed to recall something: "Your cultivation is much higher than that of your mother, and your mother has nothing to leave for you. This Genesis is the natural power of your mother. I hope these feelings can help you."
While talking, Shen Ruolan's figure had blurred and integrated into the earth under her feet. At the same time, the small valley had completely collapsed, and the whole space shattered like a mirror.