As the old man's voice fell.

The little girl also appeared in front of him, but she was a little girl.

About four or five years old.

He was small, with a pink face, soft and glutinous, cute and cute. He was wearing a white dress with a little gray on the tip of his nose. He stood in front of the old man, covering his head with his little hands, his eyes were foggy, and his mouth was pursed, showing his cuteness and cuteness.

"Does it hurt?"

The old man looked heartbroken.

"kindness……"

Tangtang nodded aggrievedly, and suddenly shook his head again, "No, it doesn't hurt!"

"It hurts and it makes me cry."

The old man couldn't help but smile, "There is no one here."

"No."

Tangtang seemed a little stubborn, and said angrily: "I won't cry."

"You girl."

The old man pointed to the stone beside him with a loving look on his face, "Come on, come and sit down."

The little girl ran over.

She was too short and had a little tall stone, but she didn't ask for help from the old man. Her little face turned red and she crawled up.

The old man knows her temperament.

Neither help.

I just looked at her quietly, my eyes full of stunning and regret.

After a long time.

The little girl finally climbed up the stone with her own efforts. The little white skirt was covered with gray, and her little face was also dirty, but her eyes were particularly shining.

She doesn't care.

Sitting side by side with the old man, his short legs shaking, showing his innocence and romance.

"Does it still hurt?"

The old man glanced at the red mark on her forehead and asked with a smile.

The little girl shook her head and suddenly sighed.

"Grandpa, I dreamed again yesterday."

"oh?"

The old man smiled and said, "What dream?"

"I dreamed of a big brother."

The little girl leaned on her face and said angrily: "He gave me a sword..."

The old man smiled.

He has heard her talk about it many times when he gets along with the little girl. The little girl often dreams, and the content of the dream is the same and very simple.

There is a young man.

Give her a sword.

"What happened later?"

The old man pretended to cooperate and said curiously: "What's wrong?"

"later?"

The little girl blinked, tried hard to recall for a while, and suddenly said dejectedly: "I woke up later..."

"grandfather."

The little girl tilted her head and looked at the old man, and said ignorantly: "My father said, you are a sword cultivator, right?"

"good."

"Grandpa, do you have a sword?"

"some."

"Can I see it?"

"It's broken."

"ah?"

The little girl blinked and said in disappointment: "What a pity."

"Nothing a pity."

The old man touched her little head, his waist was as straight as a sword, and said warmly: "The sword is broken, but the sword bone is still there."

The little girl didn't understand.

"well."

She sighed in a pretentious manner and murmured: "I like swords so much, when will I have my own sword... Grandpa, can you teach me how to cultivate swords?"

"Girl!"

The old man looked solemn and warned softly: "Remember, in this Jiancheng, don't mention the word "sword" with anyone except in front of me and your parents!"

"I know."

The little girl nodded obediently, her little face was filled with seriousness, "I'm not stupid!"

The old man couldn't help but smile.

"If you want to cultivate a sword, you will have opportunities in the future."

He whispered: "And, with your talent, how can I teach you? My junior brother is still the same."

"Junior brother?"

The little girl's eyes lit up, her face was full of yearning and curiosity, "Is that junior brother who is very powerful in the story you told me, grandpa, who is very powerful in using swords?"

These years.

The old man often tells her stories, and the protagonists of the story are all the same person.

Gu Han.

Xuantian Sword Sect, the head of the ten generations of swords!

That's why.

Although I had never met him, the little girl had already regarded this mysterious Xuantian Sword Head as her idol.

...

Inside the silence.

Watching Gu Han leave, everyone stopped talking for a while.

He once again used the Daoxin Demon.

The cold girl seemed to have no change on the surface, but there were ripples in her heart again.

Perceive change.

She laughed silently, and her mind sinks into the lake again.

Last time.

She used too much causal power, and the heart lake became dark and cold again. The blooming water lilies in the lake had disappeared, leaving only a piece of incompleteness and withering.

With her arrival again.

As the lake was withered, a water lily suddenly grew rapidly, and a slightly green bud also quietly emerged from the lake.

But she ignored it.

He glanced at the bottom of the lake, his body dispersed and suddenly disappeared.

When reappearing.

I have arrived at the depths of the lake.

A dark black seed as big as a thumb appeared in front of her, surrounded by a trace of demonic energy, but it was much weaker than before.

Seeing her coming.

The seed trembled, and the slightly weak voice of the black-clothed Leng Yushu heard again.

"I'm back!"

"you are awesome!"
To be continued...