Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

As a result, the hares curled up into a ball, although they were excited, they did not dare to step beyond the frame, as if they were trapped by an invisible prison.

Ever since he began to train the spirit to return the emptiness, Chen Ze intentionally cooperated with the whole body to grow stronger in his daily practice.

But refining Qi is easy to talk about, but refining God is difficult for Chen Ze.

Due to the extreme shortage of heaven and earth Yuan Qi, the road of traditional alchemy is almost completely blocked.

However, Chen Ze's method is to directly absorb the external energy and forcibly refine it into the original source, so as to strengthen the innate energy.

But after all, Qi is Qi, and God is God. This method cannot directly exercise and nourish the primordial spirit.

The trouble is that the heaven and earth are filled with primordial energy, but not primordial spirit.

So Chen Ze came up with the idea of ​​other creatures.

All living things have gods, but there is a difference in quantity.

Immediately, Chen Ze picked up one of the cutest lucky hares, snapped its neck, and then waited with vigor.

According to Chen Ze's experience, after the death of a living being, both the energy and the spirit will dissipate quickly and return to the heaven and the earth.

Just like now.

The hare with its long ears was hanging down weakly, its primordial energy was gradually lost, and so was its primordial spirit.

Chen Ze ignored Yuan Qi, focused on this small amount of Yuanshen, and used his consciousness to cooperate with Yuan Qi to weave a big net, gather it up, pick it up, and suffocate it.

The pill fire ignited, but these hard-earned primordial spirits were not affected at all, completely ignoring obstacles, overflowing from Chen Ze's body, and quickly dissipated invisible.

During this process, Chen Ze could of course get it back, but that didn't make much sense.

The primordial spirits of other creatures are always incompatible and difficult to refine.

Tried several hares in a row with the same failure result.

Chen Ze blamed the problem on two points.

One is that one's own alchemy is not perfect, and the other is that the quality or quantity of the primordial spirit is not enough.

All in all, the road is long and long, and Chen Ze will search high and low.

In the next few days, Chen Ze kept catching various small animals to experiment on this matter, and gradually came up with some vague ideas.

That is to use external aids, specifically spells.

After discussing Taoism with the physical Buddha at Nanhua Temple for a few days, Chen Ze's understanding of Yuanshen reached a higher level, and he started to tinker with all kinds of messy spells.

It's just that although there are many and complicated, there are not many that can be used.

But after Chen Ze refined his spiritual power in the Liuli Treasure Realm, although [Lucid Dream] did not change qualitatively and could not continue to upgrade and add points, it gave Chen Ze a deeper understanding of the spiritual world from outside sources other than himself.

So maybe it was unintentional, but Chen Ze connected the refined [Lucid Dream] with self-made spells, and came up with something special.

As for Shi Mingxin, who was escorted back to Shenzhen City, he was indeed not honest at first.

But this kid was tough but not soft, Sun Bo stuffed him into a flower bed and frightened him for two days, then promised to be obedient in everything, and now he also participated in Pangea's "Nuwa" project.

A few days was not long at all, and soon it was time for the official prison visit.

At noon, the sun rises three poles.

The sunlight scorches the air within the field of vision until it becomes distorted and deformed.

There are no cicadas and birds singing around, only the towering and solemn concrete and steel structures standing in front of it.

Zhang Houde stared at the empty space for a moment, but was startled by the sudden sound in his ears.

"Can you hear me?"

He quickly came to his senses and replied as if talking to himself,

"can hear."

A very small charm is attached to the corner of Zhang Houde's ear canal, even if you look closely, it can easily be confused with earwax.

The two exchanged a few more words until they were sure that the "signal" was clear. Zhang Houde then released his clenched palms, only to find that his palms were already covered in sweat.

Not hot, but nervous.

"Go in." Chen Ze's voice came.

Zhang Houde didn't answer, just adjusted his slightly thicker glasses silently, and walked forward.

In the distance behind him, Chen Ze was sitting in a rented car and staring at his back as he drifted away.

Maybe it was because of the stricter visiting regulations, or maybe it was because of serious criminals, Ji Lianyuan could only meet with immediate family members.

Although there are many ways to circumvent the restrictions, Chen Ze still chose the easiest way.

That is to insert a pre-activated charm into Zhang Houde's ear, and it can realize the function similar to a talking earphone within a certain range.

After the distant figure entered the high wall, Chen Ze also looked back, tapping the steering wheel while waiting.

inside the prison.

After going through a series of procedures, Zhang Houde came to the door of the family meeting room smoothly.

Originally, this visit could only be done through the glass downstairs, but I heard that it was because Ji Lianyuan had performed well over the years, and his management level had reached the loosest lenient level.

It was the first time for a relative to visit, so this meeting was specially approved to be held in the family meeting room.

That is, face-to-face visits with physical contact.

"call--"

In front of the reception room, Zhang Houde took a deep breath, and his heartbeat gradually calmed down.

Maybe it was because he was restless in the waiting hall and exhausted his energy just now, but now that he is in front of the door, he is much more relaxed.

Pushing open the door, there is an eye-catching notice sign when entering the door, indicating that the cameras and recording equipment in the room are working at all times.

But Zhang Houde didn't pay attention to these, as soon as he entered the door, his eyes were firmly attracted by a certain figure.

In front of him was an ordinary wooden table, and a slightly stooped old man in prison uniform was sitting on the seat at this time, and the two met their eyes.

Zhang Houde's legs went limp for no reason, he staggered up two steps, almost fell down and sat opposite to the old man,
"dad!"

The emotions that have been accumulated for many years rushed out like a flood gate. This cry was sincere, but it was a pity that the old man on the opposite side looked ignorant.

"Captain Li, this." He didn't reply, but looked at the prison guard who was leading the way.

"You have the wrong person!" Zhang Houde's ears were buzzing at this time, and it was Chen Ze's voice.

Zhang Houde is not short-sighted, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose are naturally Chen Ze's special magic weapon, which is roughly equivalent to a low-definition real-time camera, allowing Chen Ze to receive the images simultaneously.

Of course, there are also strict distance restrictions, so Chen Ze is staying near the prison right now.

"Don't be nervous, don't be anxious, it's okay." Chen Ze's encouragement was just right. Just when Zhang Houde was panicking, he quickly swallowed, bumped stiffly against the corner of the table and stood up.
"Yeah - sorry"

The movement attracted the attention of the people around him for a moment, and then returned to normal.

There are a total of six tables in the meeting room, and other prisoners are also meeting at this time.

A family member returning from the toilet squeezed past Zhang Houde and sat down. The latter, led by the prison guard, sat down at another empty table and waited silently.

Zhang Houde was sitting upright, his eyes glanced at the dome of the camera from the corner of his eyes, and he couldn't help but move his buttocks to face him with his shoulders.

I looked down and saw that my palms were wet again.

"Here you are, young man." The prison guard next to him handed over a paper cup filled with hot water, almost startling Zhang Houde.

"Thank you very much!" Zhang Houde took the paper cup with both hands, but suddenly his face changed slightly, as if he heard something.

"Wait!" Zhang Houde suddenly shouted to stop the prison guard who turned and left.

"Is something wrong?" The prison guard stopped in his tracks.

"Okay, can you give me another paper cup?" Zhang Houde said shyly, "I'm afraid it will be hot, so I want to dry it."

"You wait."

After a while, the prison guard brought him another paper cup and motioned him to go to the corner to fetch water by himself.

"Thank you!"

Zhang Houde took a sip, then poured the remaining hot water into an empty paper cup, and then poured it back again, repeating this cycle to cool down the hot water.

When the hot water in the cup was no longer hot, the prison guards had brought him to the hospital.

This time it's really Ji Lianyuan.

The first meeting was easier than Zhang Houde imagined.

Ji Lianyuan was brought to the table and sat down naturally, while Zhang Houde was still pouring hot water in his hand, caught off guard and raised his head to meet his eyes.

This is a dry old man with a cropped head and stubble on his face. He looks no different from an old man walking on the street.

It is the type that cannot be distinguished at a glance when thrown into the crowd.

It is difficult for people to connect him with the high-spirited, bearded and haired qigong master back then.

The two looked at each other speechlessly, neither of them knew how to speak.

Until Zhang Houde shouted softly,
"dad"

"Hey!" The call was like an activation password, and the corners of Ji Lianyuan's eyes immediately became wet.

"Talk well." At this moment, the prison guard who brought him over patted his shoulder and handed him a cup of hot water. Ji Lianyuan quickly thanked him.

Then the prison guard turned and walked away, leaving only the father and son in place.

Ji Lianyuan carefully looked at his son who had been away for many years, his eyes gradually changed from emotion, to kindness, to strangeness, suspicion, and finally to confusion.

"Dad." Zhang Houde didn't notice the other party's eyes, and said slowly with lowered eyes,

"This, all these years, you"

"You are my son?" Ji Lianyuan suddenly asked suspiciously.

what?
This time it was Zhang Houde who was confused.

Am I mistaken again? !
Fortunately, Chen Ze's affirmative instructions came from his ears in time: "I didn't admit my mistake, it was him."

"Honor?" The expression on Ji Lianyuan's face gradually eased again.

"It's me!" Zhang Houde nodded vigorously.

"Oh!" Ji Lianyuan wanted to get up and reach out to touch Zhang Houde's face, but was caught by the coat covering his hand.

For a moment, there was a clanging sound of metal clashing, and Ji Lianyuan fell back paralyzed as if all the bones had been pulled out of his body.

The two of them tacitly agreed not to mention the matter again.

"You've lost weight." Ji Lianyuan carefully stared at Zhang Houde's facial features, unwilling to let go of every detail,
"You're so skinny, I don't even recognize you."

"Dad." Zhang Houde replied helplessly,

"It's been so many years."

"Yes." Ji Lianyuan also felt emotional,

"It's been so many years, I'm such an incompetent father!"

"If you don't send letters every year, I really don't know you."

"Dad!" Zhang Houde was about to excuse his father when he suddenly noticed something was wrong.
"what did you just say?"

"I'm such an incompetent father!"

"No." Zhang Houde said blankly,
"You just said I'd send you a letter"

"Oh!" Ji Lianyuan wiped away tears with the cloth on his shoulders,
"I even brought it here! Thanks to Team Liu's flexibility."

As he spoke, Ji Lianyuan fumbled with his hands under his coat and threw out an old postcard on the table.

The corners of the postcard have been curled, and it can be seen that it is often held in the hand.

Zhang Houde held the postcard in front of him at a loss, and then turned around to face himself.

It seemed that he couldn't see clearly, so he adjusted his glasses specially.

"Why are you short-sighted?" Ji Lianyuan asked concerned.

"Oh, just the glasses I got recently." Zhang Houde turned a blind eye, and began to carefully read the handwriting on the postcard.

"Dear Father: I can now keep up with the school curriculum"

The handwriting is very strange, and Zhang Houde has never seen it before.

The content of the letter is that the sender is studying in the United States and everything is fine.

The final place where the signature is signed is impressively written with Zhang Houde's name.

"Why are you back so suddenly?" Ji Lianyuan on the opposite side began to talk non-stop.
"Can't you get used to foreigners' food?"

"From last year to now, you haven't sent me a letter for more than a year, so I'm worried."

"Where do you work now? Do you have a partner?"

"Oh, your mother's death day is coming soon, when will you go and see for me?"

"I didn't tell you, this is not a good place, you don't need to come and see me, I am good here, eat well and dress well, you child. You have been stubborn since you were a child!"

"Hey! It's good to be here, we haven't seen each other for almost 30 years."

Ji Lianyuan rambled on, but Zhang Houde didn't listen at all.

His eyes were fixed on the photo attached to the corner of the postcard.

In the photo is a young man with a bright smile, and in the background are tall university buildings and other youthful young men and women.

And this young man looks very similar to Ji Lianyuan!
But it is different from Zhang Houde.

For example, the young man in the photo has a sharp nose like Ji Lianyuan, while Zhang Houde inherited the curvature of his eyebrows and eyes.

No wonder Ji Lianyuan questioned Zhang Houde's identity as soon as they met.

"This, this, this, this, this." Zhang Houde stammered and pinched the young man in the photo with his index finger, and looked at Ji Lianyuan with almost begging eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the life of a beggar who was hungry and humiliated.

He subconsciously worried that he would become a double, and then doubted the whole world, and even
His expression gradually began to twist, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged, like earthworms trying to break free.

"Don't panic." A calm male voice sounded, and some special power burst out from Zhang Houde's body, soothing his heart.

In order to prevent Zhang Houde from falling ill temporarily, Chen Ze fully armed him with all kinds of inconspicuous backup charms.

It is said to be a charm, but in fact, after many improvements and technological upgrades by Chen Ze, the shape is no longer limited to the appearance of a thick coin.

Glasses, pieces of paper, decorations, small pendants, etc., are extremely concealed.

"What's wrong with you!" Ji Lianyuan asked quickly when he noticed something strange.

"It's all right." Zhang Houde gently pressed his forehead with one hand, and grabbed the paper cup with the other hand to drink the warm water in the cup.

Clear water entered his throat, and a little calmness returned to his heart. Zhang Houde settled down and followed the instructions in his ear to ask,

"I can't even remember, how long has it been?"

"I remember everything clearly." Ji Lianyuan was relieved to see that he was fine.
"This last letter was sent during the Dragon Boat Festival the year before last. I thought you were busy too. Please be busy, please be busy." (End of this chapter)