One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 60 Tian Jinzhong: This wind is sweet.

Biyou First Immortal Cultivation Middle School, large playground.

The sunlight was excessively intense, making the red plastic track slightly hot.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of freshly cut grass and the unique smell of sweat that was characteristic of young people.

"One, two, one! One, two, one! Lift your legs higher, everyone!"

"Didn't you eat??? You, the one from the Artifact Manipulation Department! Put away your flying sword! PE class tests physical abilities! Anyone who dares to cheat using Qi again, I'll make them do a hundred frog jumps on the track!"

A powerful roar, accompanied by a sharp whistle, echoed throughout the entire playground.

Su Wuxian and Zhang Zhiwei stood on the stands by the playground, not in a hurry to go down.

They leaned against the railing, watching quietly through the wire mesh as the figure sprinted across the track.

That's Tian Jinzhong.

Although in reality, Tian Jinzhong has already been cured by Su Wuxian.

But it seems that having all four limbs intact and being free remains Tian Jin's dream.

In this dream, he was no longer the disabled old man who sat idly in a wheelchair, afraid to even close his eyes while sleeping, and needed someone to take care of his eating, drinking, and toileting needs.

He was wearing a faded dark blue tracksuit, a silver whistle around his neck, and a pair of brand-new Warrior sneakers.

Although his hair was gray, his body was as solid as a granite block.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

Tian Jinzhong is running.

He did not use the Golden Light Mantra, nor did he use any movement techniques.

He simply moved his legs forcefully, even somewhat greedily.

The vibration of my feet landing, the contraction of my calf muscles, the burning sensation as I inhaled air, and the whistling wind past my ears...

All of this is a perfectly normal physiological reaction for ordinary people.

But for Tian Jinzhong, this was the most extravagant dream he had ever had in his entire life.

"Faster! Faster!"

Tian Jinzhong shouted to the students behind him, but he ran faster and faster, like a tireless locomotive:

"You can't even manage five kilometers? You bunch of brats, your physical fitness is worse than this old man's!"

"Teacher...you're too fast..."

"What kind of PE teacher runs alongside you?!"

"P.E. teacher, stop running! I'm scared!!!"

"Teacher Tian... have mercy..."

Behind them, a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys and girls were exhausted and staggering, crying and wailing.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Tian Jinzhong burst into laughter, a laugh filled with a long-lost sense of pride and freedom.

He accelerated sharply, and with a perfect sprint, crossed the finish line.

Then, instead of stopping, it did three somersaults on the lawn before landing steadily in a "white crane spreading its wings" pose.

The movements were fluid and graceful, as agile as a dragon.

In the stands.

Zhang Zhiwei watched his junior brother bouncing around on the lawn, his lips twitching slightly behind his sunglasses.

She seemed to want to laugh, but her eyes were a little moist.

He took off his sunglasses, rubbed his eyes, and muttered a curse under his breath:

"That old rascal... still loves to show off."

"You're not without legs or arms in real life, what are you showing off for!"

"Back in the mountains, he was always the fastest runner whenever we came down to fight."

Su Wuxian, holding the unfinished document in his hand, also sighed:

"yes."

"Senior Brother, we may think we've cured Senior Brother Tian, ​​but actually... he still cares..."

"We think he's trapped in a dream."

"For him... this is perhaps the life he truly wanted to live."

There are no secrets of the Jia Shen Rebellion, no pain of severed hands and feet.

All there is is sunshine, the playground, and these legs that can run and jump.

Everything was so simple and unpretentious.

"Let's go, senior brother."

Su Wuxian straightened the principal's Zhongshan suit, his gaze softening:

"Go and say hello, don't let Senior Brother Tian get too carried away and forget why we're here."

......

On the playground, Tian Jinzhong was wiping away sweat with a towel.

He was completely captivated by the feeling of being drenched in sweat.

He didn't even want to wipe the sweat away, wanting to let the sticky feeling linger on his skin a little longer.

"Teacher Tian, ​​someone is looking for you!"

A student pointed to a spot not far away.

Tian Jinzhong looked up and froze.

Against the light, two figures were walking towards him.

The man dressed in a Zhongshan suit, with a refined and easygoing demeanor, was none other than Su Wuxian.

Zhang Zhiwei, dressed in a security guard uniform, walked unsteadily, carrying a thermos in his hand.

Tian Jinzhong's hand, which was wiping sweat, froze in mid-air.

The fervor and excitement in his eyes subsided upon seeing the two people, transforming into a complex and indescribable emotion.

He didn't speak, but simply watched the two approach.

"Second Brother Pig, you're running around pretty happily."

Su Wuxian handed over an unopened bottle of mineral water, jokingly saying with a smile:

"I just counted upstairs, you ran at least ten kilometers this class. What, are you planning to participate in the Olympics?"

"Yes, second brother."

Zhang Zhiwei, with his hands behind his back, nudged Tian Jinzhong's calf with his toe.

"Those legs are well-developed, quite strong. Much sturdier than the chair in my guard booth."

Tian Jinzhong actually knew all along.

This is a dream.

But he still couldn't break free from the illusion that had clouded his mind.

Instead, let the body act on its own.

But now, it's time to wake up.

Tian Jinzhong looked at his two most familiar fellow disciples.

There was a long silence.

He suddenly grinned, unscrewed the water bottle, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp.

Water droplets trickled down his chin and into his collar.

"Cool!"

Tian Jinzhong threw the empty bottle into the air, then kicked it precisely into a trash can in the distance.

Looking at Su Wuxian and Zhang Zhiwei, his eyes were clear:

"Senior brother, junior brother."

"You don't need to look at me like that."

"I know it's fake."

"I just...haven't figured some things out..."

Su Wuxian raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised:

"What haven't you figured out?"

"Why isn't our reality like that?"

Tian Jinzhong rolled his eyes, pointed to the almost too perfect blue sky and white clouds around him, and then pointed to the students flying overhead on swords in the distance:

"This dream felt really good..."

"but......"

Tian Jinzhong looked down at his hands and gently clenched them:

"Although the texture is very realistic, the feeling of the wind blowing on my face is also very realistic."

"But I know in my heart that my regrets are already etched into my bones. This kind of perfection... is too light, as light as a bubble."

Su Wuxian was about to speak when Tian Jinzhong waved his hand to interrupt him.

"Junior brother, there's no need to speak. Although I'm old, I'm not senile. I can tell what's important and what's not."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei stepped forward and patted Tian Jinzhong heavily on the shoulder:

"Good! As expected of my junior brother Zhang Zhiwei! He didn't let Master down!"

"Now that we know it's fake, shall we leave? We'll have to deal with that little brat Ma Xianhong once we get out of this awful place."

"etc."

Tian Jinzhong suddenly took a step back.

He looked at the two of them, a pleading look in his eyes, like a playful child who didn't want to go home:

"Senior brother, junior brother."

"Could you... let me stay a little longer?"

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