Lin Zhao was stunned: "You...who are you?"
The woman in white chuckled: "I am the one in the sword."
"ah?!"
Lin Zhao's heart was pounding: "The legendary... sword spirit?"
The woman smiled and said: "If you want to understand it this way, it's not impossible."
Lin Zhao was sitting on the bed, feeling almost unable to move. It was like the legendary ghost pressing down on the bed. This woman's aura was so strong, she was like a peerless fairy who came to the world, every frown and smile.
, are enough to turn all sentient beings in the world upside down, and she has the most beautiful eyes in the world.
"Make a deal?"
The woman asked with a smile.
Lin Zhao couldn't move, so he could only grit his teeth and said: "Okay, what do you mean...what deal?"
"It's not impossible to recognize the Lord."
The woman in white looked at him, her beautiful eyes seemed to be able to see through the authenticity of everything in the world, and said calmly: "From today on, you need to carry this sword on your back every day, and the sword will never leave your body, and the reward I give you is to repair your Qihai.
, do you think it’s okay for you to practice martial arts again?”
In an instant, Lin Zhaoru was struck by lightning.
After he merged with the memory of the young Lin Zhao, he felt everything about the young man. He almost thought that he would never be able to practice martial arts in this life, but at this moment, he heard such conditions. It was really touching.
However, he did not dare to agree directly, but said softly: "So... the sword never leaves my body, what do you want from me?"
The woman in white chuckled: "What do you think I can get from you?"
Lin Zhao was silent.
The woman saw his hesitation and explained: "Actually, you don't have to be so cautious. I let you carry this sword every day, just because... I need to absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to warm my own strength. I don't want to be buried underground for a long time.
Isolated from the world.”
"knew."
Lin Zhao looked up at her: "So, from today on, we...can be considered friends?"
"Forget it."
The woman in white smiled slightly: "Lin Zhao, I hope you will remember this moment forever."
"yes."
The young man nodded: "Then how should I call you... Fairy Girl?"
"???"
The woman in white had a question mark on her face, wishing she could give this silly boy a slap in the face. She said helplessly: "A long, long time ago, people called my name Bai, so..."
"knew."
Lin Zhao smiled: "I will call you Sister Xiaobai from now on, or Sister Bai?"
"Can."
The woman in white smiled gently and said, "Remember our agreement!"
As she spoke, she raised her finger and tapped Lin Zhao's eyebrows lightly, and then it turned into a white light and disappeared into the ancient sword.
…
early morning.
In the back street, the sound of cockcrows was heard.
"Huh~~~"
Lin Zhao suddenly woke up from his sleep. He clearly remembered everything in the dream, and even the figure of the woman named "Sister Bai" was imprinted in his mind. Her original incarnation was a white dragon. Could it be... that she was from the legend?
The White Dragon Goddess? According to the legend in the small town, the dragon-slaying sword, the first of the ten famous swords in the world, has the soul of the sword sealed in it is the soul of a white dragon!
Back then, the most powerful guardian in the world, the legendary Dragon Whisperer Binglan, killed a white dragon with the dragon-slaying sword in his hand, and at the same time refined the white dragon's dragon soul into a sword soul.
Could it be that the name of the Dragon-Slaying Sword...is this humble ancient sword really the legendary Dragon-Slaying Sword? If so, it's really a treasure!
But, can this dream-like dream be real?
The young man did not believe in evil, so he immediately stood up, rolled out of bed and came to the yard. He spread his legs and opened a familiar boxing frame as soon as his arms were raised.
A touch of fisting intention!
He was overjoyed!
This set of boxing techniques was learned from a humble farmer on the back street. The farmer's name was Long Zaitian. He created a set of boxing techniques of his own. When Lin Zhao was very young, his father repeatedly asked for this boxing technique.
The farmer was finally willing to hand over this self-created boxing technique to Lin Zhao. The boxing technique was called Farmer's Three Fists!
The first punch is the onion-pulling style on dry land.
The second punch is a bullfight style.
The third punch is the Horse Wind Qiang Style.
There were only three punches, but once the punches were used, the fists were strong and the punches were endless. Unfortunately, when Lin Zhao was five years old, a ray of unicorn fire mark appeared on his arm, and the hot fire burned through his sea of qi.
Since then, although I have practiced boxing every day, in fact, I cannot store any Qi in my body after practicing boxing, and it has completely become a waste of effort.
But today was very different. Lin Zhao stood up and punched a farmer three times, and he was sweating profusely. There was a warm feeling in his dantian, and the little energy he had accumulated after punching him was actually really strong.
It was already swirling in the sea of qi, and it felt a bit endless. This made Lin Zhao overjoyed. Compared with before, after practicing boxing, all the true qi leaked out of the sea of qi. This feeling is simply great!
That Sister Bai, everything she said is true, even her dreams are true!
…
The young man was so excited that he immediately returned to the room, tore up a piece of clothing that was too tattered to wear anymore, wrapped the ancient sword and the scabbard tightly with rag strips, then tied the ancient sword behind his back, and
At some point, this boy with slim legs actually started to look like a swordsman.
"Peng!"
At this moment, the wooden door of the yard was suddenly kicked open, and several wooden boards with fungus on them shattered. After the door was kicked open, a young man with a ferocious expression stood at the door, it was Zhao Jin.
He slowly closed the door and said with a sneer: "My father can't save his face and is embarrassed to take away this sword, but I, Zhao Jin, am sorry. We met and dug this sword together on Tianchi, so I can't even break the sky."
It belongs to you, Lin Zhao, alone."
As he spoke, he hooked his fingers and said with a smile: "Hand it over obediently, so as not to suffer any physical pain."
Lin Zhao pointed at the damaged courtyard door and said, "Compensation?"
"I'll give your grandma a leg up!"
Zhao Jin suddenly came forward. His boxing technique was very simple. He still punched straight and forward, but he had practiced it for many years. His fists were whistling with wind, which was quite bluffing.
However, at this time, Lin Zhao had already stored a little bit of the true energy he had practiced all morning in his body. After possessing the true energy, his fist energy flowed through his body, and it looked like it was the same thing. His speed and observation ability had greatly improved.
He lifted up, turned slightly to avoid Zhao Jin's punch, and then suddenly punched the opponent's chin from a small upwards.
Onion pulling style on dry land!
The flowing fist spirit turned into wisps of true energy, and directly knocked Zhao Jin over. He staggered back five or six steps, and then sat down on the ground. He felt a buzzing in his head.
For a while I couldn't stand up anymore.
"you……"
Zhao Jin was shocked: "Are you already a first-level martial artist?"
"What kind of martial artist?"
Lin Zhao reached out and grabbed Zhao Jin's collar and lifted him up, saying: "Repair my courtyard gate before noon, otherwise... I will beat you every time you step into this courtyard!"
With a light kick, Zhao Jin flew out.
…
Lin Zhao took the fishing rod left by Guo Dongyang, hung the fish basket around his waist and went out. He had nothing else to do today, he just went to catch some fish to fill his stomach.
Walking all the way up the mountain along the back street, we soon arrived at a clear stream, which is called Baiyu Creek. It got its name because it is rich in white fish. Baiyu Creek is the water source of the entire Tianchi Ridge, and it is also a small lake.
It is a place where children in the town go fishing, but the white fish is very cunning and cannot be caught without enough patience, so very few people come to fish.
There was no one at Baiyu Creek.
Lin Zhao dug some red earthworms by the river as bait and started fishing. Not long after, a finger-long white fish took the bait, put it into the fish basket in the water, and continued fishing.
After a while, water came up to where Lin Zhao was standing.
He frowned. In his memory, it did rain heavily in the small town a few days ago. Until today, this rain could only flow down the snowy mountains in the distance. Therefore, the water in Baiyu Creek began to rise, but this kind of
The water will not rise for long, and it will recede in a day or two.
So, at this moment, something suddenly flashed in his mind, and he thought of a way to catch the fish. He immediately put down the fishing rod in his hand, pulled out the hatchet from his waist, and kept cutting down solid reeds in the reed field not far away.
Then insert reeds into a puddle in shallow water. When all the reeds are inserted, a V-shaped fishing trap is formed toward the deep water. The advantage of this trap is that after the fish swim in, it is almost
It is impossible to go out again, so it will be quite effective. He is a little complacent. Even Guo Dongyang must not know this kind of modern craftsmanship, right?
After making the V-shaped trap, Lin Zhao continued fishing.
I didn’t eat at noon and continued fishing in the afternoon.
In the evening, relying on rare patience, there were already more than ten fish in the fish basket. The small ones were as long as a finger, and the long ones were nearly a foot long, which was about enough to feed two meals.
…
"Lin Zhao!"
At this moment, on the stone bridge not far away, a young man of about ten years old, dressed in Chinese clothes, waved a wooden sword up and down, making the sound of the blade breaking through the wind, and said with a smile: "Today
How was the catch?"
Lin Zhao couldn't help but smile.
This young man's name is Zhang Liucheng. He is a kid who lives on the front street. He is supposed to be studying in a private school. However, he is not doing his job. He likes to listen to things like being a knight errant. He holds a wooden sword as if he is flying.
The swordsman who escaped from the earth was like an immortal. However, Zhang Liucheng's family was wealthy. His father was a general in the Tianchi Army and his mother was born into a scholarly family, so he had never been short of money since he was a child.
"Huh?"
Zhang Liucheng stood on tiptoe, looking at the fish in the fish basket, and said with a smile: "This white fish is really big, leave it to me. Leave the two biggest ones to me. I'll let Zhang Ma make me fish soup, or
The old rule is, two fish, I'll exchange them for ten big buns, half stuffed with meat and half with fennel, how about that?"
"Is it too much?"
Lin Zhao tilted his head and smiled. In fact, he knew full well that Zhang Liucheng's drinking of fish soup was a lie. He took the opportunity to find a legitimate reason to help his poor friend, but it was true.
"Not much, not much, how much? Not much..." Zhang Liucheng shook his head.
"Okay, okay, don't show off your knowledge..."
Lin Zhao looked disgusted: "Hurry up, I'm going home."
"Um!"
…
Zhang Liucheng came and went like the wind, came back with a bunch of steamed buns, and then went home happily with two fishes. Lin Zhao frowned and felt a little moved. This kid usually doesn't dare to do anything good, and the firecrackers blew up others.
There was cow dung in front of the house, he teased his teacher in school, and he stole many copper coins from home. He did all kinds of bad things, but he was the only one who was truly good to himself, and it was the most "euphemistic" good in his young mind.
Holding a pile of fragrant steamed buns, Lin Zhao smiled.
…
Real world, Sioux City, District S, a high-end treatment base.
Lin Zhao was lying in the game cabin filled with nutrient solution. He seemed to have an expression, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the game helmet on his head was beating with green light.
"The connection is stable."
A "Tianxia" technician said respectfully: "The brain activity is normal. It seems... he is still a little... happy in the game?"
On the side, Murong Feiyue couldn't help but laugh: "That's good...that's good..."
This chapter has been completed!