Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

After a night of snow and wind, Nanzhou has turned into a white world. ..

Du Hao did not go home directly, but instead went to a porridge shop far away from home.

Taking advantage of the hazy sky, I bought four portions of clear porridge and a few fried dough sticks, wrapped them in zhenqi and headed home.

He remembered that his parents liked to drink the porridge here.

Looking at his villa, Du Hao took a deep breath.

I've obviously come back once, but I don't know why, but now I feel a little timid standing in front of my house.

"Boy Du, what are you looking at? Come in." Ergouzi raised his head and looked at Du Hao. Since he was always greedy for the porridge and fried dough sticks in his hand, he drooled and urged Du Hao.

Du Hao smiled helplessly, nodded, took out the key to his door from his storage bag, and slowly opened it.

His hands were shaking.

After being reborn and meeting his parents for the first time, he could pretend not to know anything.

But now, his identity has been known to his parents, but he doesn't know how to face Du Yi and Yang Juan.

Squeak...

The ‘door’ is silent, but the heart has a voice.

As soon as Du Hao opened the door, he saw a familiar figure sitting in front of the sofa watching TV in the room.

Just a simple glance at that haggard face made Du Hao's heart ache.

My mother seems to have aged more than ten years during this period of time...

The mother is worried when her son travels thousands of miles.

Du Hao didn't know how long it had been since he cried, but now that he saw his mother like this, even though he had cultivated his immortality for thousands of years, he couldn't hold it back, and his eyes were filled with tears.

"mom……"

Thousands of words are gathered into just one word.

That is a child's call to his mother...

Yang Juan, who was sitting on the sofa, was stunned for a moment when she saw Du Hao entering the door, then stood up suddenly and walked quickly towards Du Hao.

Du Hao also couldn't help himself. He felt sorry for his parents. He opened his mouth, but not a single word came out.

The sound of "Mom" already represents everything...

Snapped!

As soon as Yang Juan walked up to Du Hao, she raised her hand and slapped Du Hao on the head:

"You brat! You didn't know how to come back! You went out to play for so long without even calling home! Do you think your wings have become stronger and you are more capable?"

"Mr. Jiangnan Du, even though he is famous in Jiangnan, he doesn't let me and your dad rest assured. Do you know that we have both been worried about you these past few days?"

Yang Juan seemed very angry. After giving Du Hao a slap in the face, she pulled Du Hao's ears hard and lectured loudly.

Du Hao also knew that he had gone too far in what he had done before, but he never expected that his mother would come up to him and whip him without saying anything.

I'm still feeling sad, Mom, why did you just take action...

Forget it, just don't pull your ears...

I am your biological child...

However, despite being scolded by Yang Juan, Du Hao felt warm in his heart.

In this world, only his mother dares to scold him like this...

"Ouch! It hurts! Mom, I was wrong! I won't dare to do it again! Do you think I'm back?" Although it didn't hurt, Du Hao quickly begged for mercy in order to please his mother.

"You still said that! I think you went crazy playing outside and didn't even know you were home!"

"No, I know you and my dad didn't have breakfast. Didn't you see that I bought porridge and fried dough sticks early? It's still your favorite restaurant!"

"Stop bribing you, Mom! I haven't dealt with you for so many years.

I see you are really itchy! "

"Mom! Stop! I'm not a kid anymore, please don't spank me!"

"I'm spanking you on the butt! I think you just need to be dealt with!"

Er Gouzi stared at Du Hao who was spanked on the sofa by Yang Juan. He rubbed his eyes with his dog paws in disbelief: "This... this is still Du Hao. Evil star?"

"How do I feel...as if I have changed into a different person..."

"I'm afraid I've lost my mind..."

Du Yi, who was still washing up, heard the movement in the living room and quickly came out to check. When he saw Du Hao being spanked on the sofa by his wife, he was stunned for a moment, and then he ignored his mouth. Still holding the toothbrush in his mouth, he stepped forward and accompanied his wife to clean up his son.

"You brat, you still know how to come back!"

"Ouch! Dad! Not like you! How can you accompany my mother to deal with me!"

"Little bastard! Who asked you to run out and play for so long without saying a word? Do you know how worried your mother and I are!"

"I'm back now! Don't spank me! I have dignity too!"

"Spanking you will give you a 'sex'!"

"But let's not forget that I haven't spanked your kid in many years. I suddenly miss this spanking." Du Yi gave Du Hao a hard slap in the face and thought.

Du Hao: "..."

He promised that this was the first time his parents had spanked him since he entered junior high school.

After Du Yi and Yang Juan cleaned up Du Hao, they seemed to be a lot less angry, and the fatigue on their faces gradually dissipated, replaced by the joy of their son's return home.

"You brat, what's going on? Why do they call you Mr. Du? Also, what on earth are you doing in Japan right now?"

While eating, Yang Juan asked Du Hao.

Du Hao thought for a while, took a sip of the porridge, and said to his parents: "Mom and Dad, have you ever thought that besides the secular world, there is another place called Wulin."

"Martial arts?"

Du Yi frowned.

Why is this suddenly related to martial arts novels?

When Yang Juan heard what Du Hao said, she seemed to have thought of something, and her face changed slightly: "You mean the kind of person who can fight one against a hundred, is not afraid of bullets, and can fight against the army with his bare hands?"

After all, she was from the Yang family, one of the four major families in the capital, so she knew a little bit about this kind of thing.

Du Hao nodded: "Those with strong inner strength can reach the level you mentioned. If you go beyond aspiration and become a master, the situation will change in a blink of an eye, and the world will lose its color."

Yang Juan showed a look of thought and said to Du Yida: "When I was still in the Yang family, I once saw that one of my father's guards could easily withstand pistol bullets. It is said that even when bombs hit, , he can survive."

"So powerful?!" Du Yi's eyes widened. For him, an atheist, this was really too fantasy.

Yang Juan nodded, frowned and asked Du Hao: "Haohao, you mean you are a martial arts master?"

"No." Du Hao shook his head gently, denying his mother's guess: "If it really counts, I am not a member of the martial arts world, but..."

"The Immortal Cultivator."

"Immortal cultivator?" Du Yi and Yang Juan felt dizzy.

Just now I was talking about martial arts, how come I’m a fairy now?

After all, the two of them are not members of the martial arts world, nor are they special cultivators like Du Hao, so they are not very clear about the system.

Before Du Hao could speak, Ergouzi, who was sitting next to Du Hao, suddenly shouted: "Damn it, boy Du, what you said is too ridiculous. In this era of the end of the Dharma, you still dare to call yourself an immortal cultivator." ? He is just a fake cultivator until he dies."

Du Hao narrowed his eyes slightly: "Then do you want to try my Xuanhuang hand?"

Ergouzi immediately closed his mouth and said righteously: "Well, I think Mr. Du, you are indeed an immortal cultivator. Otherwise, you wouldn't have such unrivaled skills. Keep going, keep going!"

Du Yi, Yang Juan: "..."

Although the two of them knew that this dog could talk as early as when they were in the Du family, they couldn't help but be surprised to see it so humanized.

Du Hao ignored Er Gouzi and continued to his parents: "Xiantian, Qi refining, foundation building, pill formation, Yuanying, deity transformation, and tribulation. Every time you advance to a level, your whole person will be sublimated until the end. Survive the catastrophe and attain enlightenment and become an immortal."

"But warriors and immortal cultivators are different. They are not the same system, so naturally they cannot be the same."

Du Yi and Yang Juan both took a deep breath.

Become an immortal after attaining the Tao.

Although I often see things like immortals in TV dramas, I always feel that they are made up by others.

Now that these things were said from Du Hao's mouth, they still felt a little unbelievable.

Is this true?

If this is true, what is technology? What kind of education have they received since childhood?

"Then what did you do in Japan? We saw on the news two days ago that you had a fight with Hirono Murai from Japan at Akina Mountain. What happened?" Du Yi asked Du Hao.

Du Hao thought for a while, and without hiding anything from his parents, he told them everything he had done in Japan.

From killing the evil god Kuimu to confiscating the hometowns of several evil gods, everything seemed easy, but it also scared Du Yi and Yang Juan into cold sweats.

"Mom and Dad, it's okay. It's just a martial arts competition with someone. After I teach you how to practice, you will understand that this matter is really nothing."

"You want to teach us how to practice?" Yang Juan and Du Yi were both surprised.

Du Hao smiled and said nothing.

Now that he has reached the foundation building stage, it is relatively simple to open up his parents' spiritual veins and teach them some cultivation techniques.

Although it will consume a lot of his spiritual energy, as long as it can do good for his parents, no matter how much spiritual energy is consumed, it doesn't matter.

He could make his parents look forward to eternal life for a long time and no longer be trapped by pain and labor, even if his foundation was damaged, he was willing to do so!

At this moment, Du Hao's cell phone suddenly rang. It was an unknown number.

Du Hao frowned slightly and answered: "Who is it?"

"Du Xuan'yu, tell me, are there any immortals in this world?"

The voice was that of a man, very magnetic, and his words were more elegant, but Du Hao was sure that no one he knew had such a voice.

"Who are you?"

"You can call me...the fortune teller!"

Du Hao's heart sank: "A person from the First General?"

"Exactly!"

The fortune teller smiled softly and repeated: "The general asked me to ask you, are there any immortals in this world?"

Du Hao was silent. He didn't know why the first general wanted to ask him this question.

Seeing that Du Hao didn't speak, the fortune teller did not press the question. Instead, he changed the subject and said, "Time is running out. I hope you can rush to the Cangyun Army to teach as soon as possible."

"This is what the general means, and also what the Dragon King means..."

"And I also calculated that there... there is an answer you are looking for."

Snapped!

As soon as the fortune teller finished speaking, Du Hao hung up the phone.

The complexion of the face... is uncertain!

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Volume 3: The wind is blowing in China, you ask if there are immortals

In the next volume, Lan Mengliu Gu's heart is so stubborn. How many people are crazy if they don't ask for love.