Chapter 183: Dreaming of Pig’s Foot Mountain

As this piece of heart law surged into his mind, Meng Fan felt a splitting headache, and immediately afterward it was as if he was dreaming, his consciousness detached itself from his physical body and stepped aside, seeing his body floating in mid-air, as if he was looking at another person, with the wild winds swirling back and forth all around him ……

"It's almost like dreaming …… is dreaming!"

"It's also like an out-of-body experience, but not quite the same!"

Meng Fan was extremely shocked in his heart, but then he saw the old man looking at himself with a smile and said, "Dreams are also a kind of Dao, go out …… to experience your Dao!"

"Old senior, you are ……"

Meng Fan was about to ask the old man something, but the old man waved his sleeve, and Meng Fan floated out like a cloud, arriving in the sky above the Tiger Yang Concepts, and was able to get a bird's-eye view of the entire Tiger Yang Mountain, and even more so from afar, he could see the city of Tiger Yang.

"Got it!" Meng Fan laughed bitterly for a moment, "Faking it, really started dreaming, and I don't know where that old man is, but he has such a marvelous technique, so let's take the opportunity to have a good time …… maybe it's also a creation!"

Looking at the direction of Huyang City, his mind moved slightly, and his body unfolded as if he had shrunk into the ground, and in an instant, he entered the city and arrived at the Fuqiang District.

"Amazing!"

Meng Fan tsked and sighed in admiration as he lifted his steps towards the neighborhood, and happened to see Liu Er Evil doing pull-ups on the fitness equipment in the neighborhood, muttering, "Boss went undercover at Tiger Yang Guan, and will soon be able to find me the Cultivation Mind Method, so I have to get ready and strengthen my physique before I can do that!"

Meng Fan smiled, thinking that if Liu Er Xie had this persistence and perseverance, he might really be able to make a mark in cultivation, and after he passed the recruitment and stabilized himself a little, he would definitely help Er Xie find a good heart method.

Thinking in his heart, and seeing that Liu Erxie couldn't see himself, he came to Shangguan Ning's residence, and found that Lao Guo was sitting in the living room, smoking cigarettes one after another, with a very anxious look, muttering to himself, "Don't let anything go wrong with Meng Lao-di ……."

Then, he came back to Shangguan Ning's room, who was lying on the bed, looking around with her cell phone, muttering, "Did that guy Meng Fan pass the recruitment yet! Should I give him a call?"

"There's no need to call, everything is still going quite well."

Meng Fan smiled and spoke, but Shangguan Ning couldn't hear him, he reached out in front of Shangguan Ning and realized that she couldn't see him either, so he skimmed his lips, thinking that the old man's technique still wasn't quite perfect, and that it would be good if he could let the other party see him.

He then walked out again and went to Zhang San's house, and saw that Zhang San was moving the paper figures to a car, while Zhang Yu was directing from the side: "Zhang San, be careful, don't break it, this is all money!"

As for Zhang Zhengxin of Feng Yi Funeral Company, looking at those ugly and roughly made paper figures, his face was very unpleasant, he stuffed a handful of money into Zhang San's hand and drove away.

"Quite a lot of money!" Zhang San spat a mouthful of spit onto his finger and started counting the money, the octopus said, "Remember to leave some for brother Niubaba, without brother Niubaba this money can't be earned!"

"Okay, okay!" Zhang San said, and then slapped his head in frustration, "When I'm counting the money, don't say anything, okay, when you do, I forget how much I've counted, and I have to count it all over again!"

Meng Fan saw this, laughed, suddenly remembered something like, raised his steps toward the Tiger's Head Ridge, arrived at the villa where Ayu had been placed under house arrest, and saw that Old Man Zhai was curled up on a chaise longue, basking in the sun in the courtyard, his eyes lax and haggard, and his whole body wrapped in gauze, and he looked pitiful ……

"Daughter ah …… father wrong …… wrong ……"

Zhai old man soulful chanting, after a while, he took out his cell phone to make a call, not long, the police came to the yard.

"I killed someone, I must be sentenced to death." Old man Zhang cried bitterly in front of the police, "Be sure to sentence me to death!"

Seeing this scene, Meng Fan shook his head with a bitter smile, this old man finally had a clear conscience, just to know this, why bother?

"Well …… perceived two more friends …… haven't gone far yet?"

Meng Fan realized that in this dream state, his perception ability was particularly sharp, and with that, he drifted in a direction and came to a high hillside, and saw a large and small two figures, the female ghost Ayu and her child.

Ayu was holding the child's hand, looking out at the distant scenery, the child put his hand on his eyes, like a grand monkey, he said, "Mom …… here is really beautiful ah!"

The female ghost, Ayu, gave the child a kiss on the cheek and said with a smile, "This is only how far we've traveled, far away, ah, there's still a lot more to see!"

Witnessing such a cozy scene, Meng Fan felt warm in his heart and walked over to the child, making a gesture of touching the child's head before walking off into the distance.

At this time the child suddenly raised his head and said, "Mom, I always feel like Pot Pot has been here."

"Silly child, brother is busy with big things in Tiger City!" The female ghost Ayu said, "When we've had enough fun, we'll come back to look for brother, okay?"

"Okay!"

The child nodded, then Ayu took the child's hand and continued to travel far away ……

"This feels really good, I just don't know how long it will last ……" Meng Fan smiled gently and looked in the direction of Pig's Foot Mountain, "Such a good opportunity, it's a pity not to go home to see it!"

Saying that, he took a step and traveled, all the way over the mountains, swept past the Ci Fu River, over the Pig's Hoof Mountain, and saw the familiar village from afar, a warm smile bloomed on his face, and with a wobble, he entered the village, and came to the front door of his house.

Looking at the familiar courtyard, he slowly walked in.

There were a few chickens in the courtyard, lazily pacing, their feathers glistening in the sunlight, the days were really good, better than some.

Then, Meng Fan walked to the house, and saw his father wearing presbyopia glasses, and was holding a medical book and looking at it, his sideburns were already graying, and there was a pile of herbs by his side, muttering to himself: ''Thirty grams of Chai Hu, thirty grams of Platycodon, thirty grams of Poria, also thirty grams of Poria, and fifteen grams of licorice …… These are decocted to one calorie. Make it into a pill, it can be a quick cure for colds and fevers……Meng Fan that kid loves colds since he was a kid, let him bring some with him next time he comes back……"

Meng Fan smiled, since he cultivated, he has never been sick, I'm afraid to let his father work for nothing, then looked to the side, saw his mother sitting at the head of the bed, bright sunlight shone on her hands, she was knitting a cotton sock, almost finished, one side of the knitting, one side of the chanting: "Meng Fan has been afraid of the cold since he was a child, as soon as the winter started to freeze his feet to the point that they were swollen, so next time he comes back, he will be able to put it on. When he comes back, he will be able to wear them. ……"

The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son, the trip is closely sewn, and the intention is to be late to return.

Meng Fan felt warm in his heart, tears were about to flow down, just at this time, his mother suddenly raised her head and looked to where he was ……