Chapter 966

There were no fresh flowers, no firecrackers, and no flowers presented by primary school students. When Su Bai and Hills walked out of the Land of Dao Validation, they seemed to be very low-key, and could even be described as cold and cheerless.

There was only one tombstone left in the entire Land of Dao Validation, and that was Su Bai's own tombstone. The rest of the tombstones had been crushed and sent into Hills' body. Hills was very satisfied with this.

Of course, comparisons were really infuriating. Looking at the man in front of him, Hills didn't feel any joy in his success in Dao Validation. Although they were both Dao Validators, Su Bai had already transcended in a sense, while Hills had merely made her role in the game a little bigger.

Therefore, when Su Bai invited Hills to return to the small temple to rest, Hills chose to directly refuse.

Life was limited, especially when she would soon go to the other world to face greater challenges. Hills hoped that she could be as happy as possible during this period of time, and not become a jealous woman.

Hills left, and Su Bai returned to the small temple alone.

The small temple was filled with mountain flowers, and the monk was frying tea leaves. The rich fragrance of tea permeated the air, refreshing the mind.

Sometimes, a group could lack anyone, but it could not lack people who could cook and have fun in life. The monk had taken on the role of a parent for a long time in this group.

Su Bai sat down on a chair in the courtyard. Fatso floated around Su Bai with his long hair fluttering in the wind, as if he was playing the role of A Chinese Ghost Story. Of course, according to Fatso himself, it was because those ancestors wouldn't keep their hair short, and he wanted to be more immersed in the role.

Lord Zeng did the same thing every day according to his schedule, but today he deliberately postponed his evening class, came to the courtyard, and sat down with Su Bai.

The two of them didn't chat much. Topics like "how's the weather" were obviously not suitable for these two men.

The monk took out the tea set and began to make tea. Fatso still hadn't retrieved his physical body, and was still floating around in his spirit form. He seemed to particularly like this feeling of freedom.

Xun Er didn't participate in this gathering, as she was in seclusion. Of course, it could also be a choice of escape. It was somewhat inappropriate for her to participate in this gathering at this time.

Some people, without her by their side, could become more and more flavorful, like old wine in a cellar. Some people, even if they were right in front of her, became more and more like plain water. It wasn't exactly estrangement, but the feeling of forgetting each other in the pugilistic world was getting more and more obvious.

The monk's tea was brewed, and each had a cup. Fatso directly absorbed the fragrance of the tea, a little bit like a ghost returning home to enjoy its offerings.

Su Bai took a sip of tea. To be honest, this tea was very ordinary and was much inferior to the tea brewed by Monk before. Young Master Su was not someone who did not know how to taste, unlike the fatty, who drank the best tea as a cold drink.

It was impossible for the monk's tea-brewing skills to deteriorate, so the problem was most likely with the tea.

Not good.

Lord Zeng frowned slightly, obviously sensing that something was amiss.

The monk continued to drink naturally, and then put down the teacup, saying, "Tea is like …"

"Tea is like life. Without the precipitation and acceleration of time, it won't have that much taste. If someone took a photo of us now, it could be used as a middle school student's essay topic. "

Fatty was the first to speak while chuckling.

This time, Fatso cut off the monk's chicken soup in advance.

The monk was stunned for a moment, then shook his head. "If the tea isn't good, don't force it."

"…" Fatso.

Everyone put down their teacups.

Su Bai looked at the monk. He didn't feel anything before, but now it seemed that the monk had indeed weakened a lot, and the weakening was continuing.

"Is there something wrong with your body?"

Su Bai asked.

The monk shook his head. "There's nothing wrong."

Lord Zeng said, "You're still the stingy one."

The mountain flowers in the courtyard were all nurtured by the monk's own vitality. It was a little like when Old Richie walked along the road with wild flowers blooming. Lord Zeng said that the monk was stingy, which meant that the monk didn't add much vitality to the tea tree.

This tea, however, tasted like human blood steamed buns.

The little guy was brought out by Ji Xiang. He was taking an afternoon nap when Su Bai came back, but now he climbed onto Su Bai's body and hugged his father, refusing to let go. His little nose was still sniffing around, as if he noticed that something had changed with his father.

A spiritual child was indeed a spiritual child. Although he grew very slowly in this world, his spiritual sense was still there.

"Do you feel isolated?" Lord Zeng suddenly asked.

"What?" Su Bai couldn't understand. Of course, it was just an attitude.

"You're detached from worldly affairs." Lord Zeng continued, "And we're still in the five elements."

"It's nothing more than temporarily escaping the radio's control over me. Moreover, I'm in front of you now, and the radio can still see me."

"Then why don't you go live in seclusion?" Fatso suddenly asked. "Hide well. When the radio is over, no one can stop you even if you want to be Jesus."

"That's impossible." The monk shook his head. "The radio's rules won't change. Even if it fails to enter that world, it will never allow the world that it has colonized to be disturbed again. If Su Bai keeps hiding and doesn't plan to go to that world, it's very likely that the radio will ask us to get rid of Su Bai before we go to that world."

Su Bai nodded, obviously agreeing with the monk.

"But no matter what, it's still much better than us. At least you can breathe some air of freedom." Fatso was still very envious of the current Su Bai. "When you don't want to enter the story world, you can still stay. How wonderful."

"At the end of the day, I'll be on the train with you." Su Bai was very calm when he said this. He didn't plan to resist going to the train. He knew that Lychee was waiting for him in that world. He still had important things to do, so he didn't plan to linger and struggle on this matter. In the previous story world, he had already thought it through.

After the tea party, Su Bai carried the little fellow back to the bedroom. The little fellow played with her toys while Ji Xiang watched from the side. Meanwhile, Su Bai lay on the bed, watching the TV in front of him.

Sometimes, people can be very strange. When you're ordinary, you want to fight to change this ordinary, but those who are often extraordinary will constantly yearn for this kind of ordinary.

Perhaps it's because of the difference in realm, or perhaps it's because of the difference in mentality. The sour moaning seemed to hit some people's G-spot.

He looked at his palm, as if the scene of proving the Dao was still in front of him. The road was destined to get narrower and narrower. Su Bai wasn't sure how confident Lychee's plan was. He wasn't even sure if Lychee was still alive in that world, but perhaps the monk was right. Without his parents, he might not even have the meaning to live.

In the ancient myths, Chen Xiang split the mountain to save his mother, but in this case, he had to go through a lot of trouble to find his parents and then kill them.

The process was the same.

There was a knock on the door. Xun Er came in with some fruits and personally fed the little fellow. However, the little fellow only ate a few mouthfuls and didn't feel like eating anymore. Su Bai could tell that the little fellow's attitude towards Xun Er was ambiguous. Perhaps it was because Xun Er thought that the little fellow was Su Bai's illegitimate child when they first met, and the spirit child could feel Xun Er's hostility towards him the first time they met.

However, that wasn't the crux of the problem. After all, Fatso had stolen the little fellow to hand in his mission. Now, the two of them were on good terms.

"You eat some too, I'm going to rest." Xun Er left the room just like that.

There wasn't much interaction between them.

Su Bai didn't dwell on it. After all, nothing really happened between them.

"Du du … du du …"

The little fellow was lying on the edge of the bed, shaking something in his hand. Su Bai turned his head to take a look and realized that Fatso had bought a variety of toys for the little fellow. There was even a prop of a certain cartoon character, a small black plastic whip.

The little fellow was waving it excitedly, and then the little fellow looked at Su Bai.

Su Bai's eyes darkened slightly.

The little fellow immediately realized that this game didn't seem to be popular with his father. He quickly threw away the plastic whip and continued to play with his building blocks.

Ji Xiang, who was at the side, was still indifferent. Yes, it was already a fantasy to ask a cat to take care of a child's daily life, and it was even more inconceivable to ask a cat to educate a child in all aspects of moral, intellectual, physical, and aesthetic development.

Su Bai got off the bed and squatted down in front of the little fellow. He reached out and pinched the little fellow's delicate face, saying:

"What exactly did you remember in this little bag of melons?"

Of course, this was also Su Bai's own fault. Back then, as a father, he didn't act like a father. When he first met Ying Yinger, he actually brought the little fellow along.

Su Bai had finally eaten the bitter fruit of a crooked stick.

When he thought of Ying Yinger, Su Bai suddenly felt that he missed her a little. In the past, when he was in Shanghai, every time he was in a bad mood or annoyed, he would like to go and talk to Ying Yinger. It was indeed a kind of enjoyment to watch the woman who understood men the best and knew how to please you be flirtatious in front of you.

At this moment, Su Bai's phone rang.

He took it out and saw that it was a WeChat message from Ying Yinger:

"You haven't come to therapy in a long time."

Su Bai smiled. Perhaps he had too many concerns and restrictions in the past, but now that he was semi-free, he could indeed be a little more willful and casual.

"Okay."

Su Bai only replied with one word. There was no need to ask the other party where she was, if she had time, when it was convenient, and so on. There was no need in the past, and there was no need in the future.

At this moment, Su Bai suddenly turned around and saw that Fatso's primordial spirit had floated into his house. He had blocked all divine senses in the small temple. Otherwise, with a big shot like him here, Buddha, Fatso, Xun Er, and the others would have to bear the pressure from a big shot at all times. Therefore, Fatso's entry was indeed not discovered by Su Bai in advance.

Fatso's primordial spirit moved closer to Su Bai's screen, as if it was peeking at Su Bai's chat history.

Then, a face..,

Was red from holding it in,

It was very hard,

And also very wronged..