Volume 1: Storm in the Western Region Chapter 69: Enlightenment
Zhao Rang is not impatient. On the contrary, he is very patient. At least after eating and sleeping enough, there is nothing in the world that can make him anxious.
So when facing a dark dead end with no way out, the best response is to sit down and remain motionless. Since someone wants to trap themselves, wouldn't the harder they struggle, the happier that person will be?
Zhao Rang didn't know that he was in a dream. If he knew, he would definitely feel sorry for himself. Because even in the dream, he still felt very tired.
After sitting down on the spot, Zhao Rang closed his eyes and wanted to feel the flow of "qi" around him. Unfortunately, there was nothing, and this place seemed not to exist. But if it really didn't exist, how could he sit there?
Can you live in it?
I had no choice but to open my eyes again.
There was suddenly a lot of light at the end of the alley, and Zhao Rang saw patches of dense and thick black clouds.
Although it was a black cloud, it was much brighter than the pitch black darkness before, so Zhao Rang felt a little dazzling for a while.
After his eyes adjusted for a moment, he discovered that there were still bits of scarlet in the black clouds, reflecting the color of the snow on the ground. Each cloud was like an open portal, and the mist sprayed out from it was very low on the top of his head.
.It's like some nameless monsters have exposed their heads and are stretching their strange bodies.
However, such a body made of mist must not be able to withstand the blowing of a gust of wind, so Zhao Rang did not take it seriously and watched quietly with the idea of taking it as it comes.
This world is full of pitfalls. If you don’t step in here, you will be slaughtered elsewhere if you go out.
After watching for a while, Zhao Rang felt a little tired. When he lowered his head, he suddenly found his own knife lying across his knees.
But there is something different about this knife.
Zhao Rang remembered that his sword had been curled and had two cuts. But at this time, his sword was intact.
He held the knife and was about to take a closer look when the fog in front suddenly became solid.
Now Zhao Rang could feel the "qi" around him, conveying a sense of danger.
The knife slashed out without any hesitation, but it failed to block the invasion of the fog.
If one cut doesn't work, then try another cut.
Although he didn't know why, he always felt that he was weak and weak when using the sword, but if he didn't use the sword, he really didn't know what else he could do.
The speed of the fog is getting faster and faster, whistling and enveloping it.
Zhao Rang felt that his body had become very light, but he could not tell whether he was floating or sinking. He could only open his mouth wide and breathe as hard as he could.
This feeling is really uncomfortable... I can't hold on any longer, and when I'm about to reach my limit, a sense of relief comes from deep in my chest!
Zhao Rang suddenly looked around and found that he was standing in the center of the room. Ximen Dazhuang, Yuan Kexin, and Ye Sanniang were standing in three directions in the room, surrounding him in the center.
Before he had time to ask, Zhao Rang felt very thirsty, so he threw himself at the teapot on the table, pointed directly at the spout, and drank all the tea in the pot.
After a while, I found that except for wearing a pair of underwear, I was naked and dripping with sweat.
The knife fell to the ground, exactly where he was standing before.
Yuan Kexin turned away shyly.
Ye Sanniang was very open-minded, without any change in expression.
Zhao Rang calmed down and walked to the window. After putting on his clothes neatly, he picked up the dropped knife again and asked:
"what happens?"
Zhao Rang's words were very tactful.
Usually it was just two words: "What?" But this time he also felt that he must have done something extremely abnormal before, so he was a little polite when he asked.
"Young master Zhao is really hardworking, he is still practicing swordsmanship in his dream!"
Ye Sanniang's words broke the silence.
Ximen Dazhuang and Yuan Kexin both laughed.
Just now they heard Zhao Rang making constant noises in the house. They thought the murderer had appeared again and Zhao Rang was fighting with him, so they hurriedly came to help.
As a result, when he opened the door and took a look, he discovered that Zhao Rang was naked, staring blankly at the corner of the room, and kept waving a knife in that direction.
Ximen Dazhuang wanted to step forward to ask what happened, but was stopped by Ye Sanniang.
She told the other two people not to disturb Zhao Rang, just stand aside and watch what happens.
It took Zhao Rang a full quarter of an hour to come back to his senses from that strange and ethereal state.
When he heard Ye Sanniang's joke, Zhao Rangyin remembered that he seemed to have had two extremely depressing and suffocating nightmares just now.
Some of the content in the dream could not be remembered clearly, and it was very vague. He recounted everything he could still remember, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by Ye Sanniang.
"You had an epiphany in your dream!"
Zhao Rang asked in disbelief:
"Epiphany?"
It's not that he doesn't know the meaning of the word.
After all, as the most talented swordsman in the Zhao family, this word has been with him since he held the sword.
It's just that before that, every time he had an epiphany, he was extremely sober. Although his spirit would definitely be withdrawn when he had an epiphany, he could clearly feel it and react to it.
The dreamer does not know that he is in a dream.
The world in dreams has a completely different structure and logic, and many unreasonable things will become logical in dreams.
Even if he really had an epiphany in his dream, would he have forgotten everything as soon as he woke up? This kind of epiphany is really worthless!
You have to say it is useless. After all, enlightenment is something that all martial arts cultivators in the world can only encounter. When it comes to what it brought, Zhao Rang can only remember thick dark clouds and solid fog at the moment. And it is so general.
The memories are still slowly fading away, and maybe after a while, I won’t remember them at all.
"This is the first time I've heard of the epiphany in a dream. It's such a pity..."
Zhao Rang also shook his head mockingly.
The current situation is still a dead end with no way out, and I have an inexplicable and useless epiphany in my dream. I don’t know what God is thinking. It’s like a golden mountain is placed in front of you, but you are in a barren mountain.
There is no way to spend money in Lingli.
"This form of epiphany occurs because you are physically and mentally exhausted before you fall asleep."
Ye Sanniang explained.
Zhao Rang was moved.
Since Ye Sanniang can say this, it means that her situation is not a special case! Either Ye Sanniang has seen it before, or it has happened to herself!
Ye Sanniang saw Zhao Rang's expression and knew that he was waiting for her to give a more detailed explanation. However, she had not yet decided whether to tell Zhao Rang everything.
To put it into perspective, this matter is very simple, and she has just finished talking about it.
When people are extremely tired, they will not be at ease when sleeping. If they are not at ease, they will have dreams, and of course the things they are most familiar with will appear in their dreams.
Zhao Rang is most familiar with knives, so this all makes sense.
But speaking more broadly, the occurrence of this situation is an extremely important sign, and may even affect Zhao Rang's entire martial arts career!
The most important thing is that Zhao Rang is currently only at the fifth level of martial arts cultivation. Although he can already glimpse the threshold of the fourth level, it is still very early to really take that step!
From the fifth grade to the fourth grade, the gap in the middle is called the chasm. From the fourth grade to the third grade, it is a divine punishment.
The chasm sounds much easier to overcome than the divine punishment, but for Zhao Rang, who is in the fifth level, there is actually no difference.
Therefore, the third level is called the Great Master, and the fourth level replaces "big" with "small", which is the small master.
As long as you are named a master, you can have your own place in this world where masters gather.
Knowing that there is no hope of further advancement, I want to find a stable fourth-level martial arts cultivator, where I can join the army or serve in the court. I don't have to worry about the blood and blood in the world anymore, and I can retire in peace and contentment.
Or it may be to sum up the hard work, establish a sect, preach and teach, and it is not certain which disciple will become famous all over the world in the future and shine on the sect.
The master of Shang Shiyi, the Northern Sword King, was only a small master of the fourth rank. He was taught the ten swords back then, and after he had mastered them, he realized one sword. From this, the master became better than the master.
A third-grade Grandmaster, he became the first person with a foreign surname in the Northern Territory, besides the Zhao family, to be named the "King of Swordsmen".
Ye Sanniang remained silent while Zhao Rang waited and felt hungry again. After rubbing his stomach with his right hand for a while, he decided to eat something.
"Brother Rang, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
When Ximen Dazhuang saw Zhao Rang rubbing his belly, he thought he was feeling unwell. Unexpectedly, Zhao Rang said weakly:
"I'm hungry...go and ask someone to get me something to eat!"
Ximen Dazhuang responded and prepared to go out.
Zhao Rang quickly added:
"Give me a bowl of noodles! Just put some meat and some vegetables, be quick!"
He was worried that Ximen Dazhuang would open his mouth and read another hundred and eighty dishes. Even if he waited to starve to death, he probably wouldn't be able to eat one bite.
As soon as Ximen Dazhuang left, Ye Sanniang finally relaxed her frown, sat down at the table, waved to Yuan Kexin, motioned for her to come over too, and said:
"Sister, please listen to it too, but just listen. Don't have too many ideas. You can't force this thing!"
Yuan Kexin nodded seriously.
After these few days of getting along, her prejudice against Ye Sanniang has long since disappeared, and she only regards her as a gentle and reliable sister!
There was even a hint of envy in my heart.
Not only men, but what woman doesn’t want to be as happy and heroic as Ye Sanniang? Not to mention that she has a martial arts realm that countless people cannot reach in their lifetime.
It is easy for women to talk about certain things. Yuan Kexin once asked Ye Sanniang a lot of personal information, and Ye Sanniang's answers were frank and did not cover up at all.
Especially Ye Sanniang's slightly emotional tone, and her eyes were a little blurry as she said to her:
"Human life is just about taking advantage of the situation. It's like spreading out a book on the ground. Read whichever page the wind blows, and tear which page is difficult to read!"
As soon as Yuan Kexin sat down, Ximen Dazhuang came back and told Zhao Rang that he had given the order to the deputy shopkeeper, and imitated Zhao Rang's tone and set a time for him.
He found that this kid still has some ability, but the premise is that the instructions you give him must be clear and transparent. Don't expect him to be able to draw inferences about other cases, as he can do everything based on his heart.