Monks generally don't need to sleep after building the foundation, so there is obviously no bed or other things in the house. However, Shi Yingxue has been bumpy for so many days. Although his body is not tired, he still feels very tired mentally, so he simply quits storing things.
I took out two thicker winter coats and made a bed on the floor in the cloud room, then squinted for a while.
She lay down and moved around, looking up at the bright moonlight outside through the hollow carved window.
The first day at Chaningfang went very smoothly. Will it be better in the future?
Shi Yingxue didn't know the answer, and she fell asleep soon before she had time to think.
Shi Yingxue hasn't had a dream for a long time, but she had a dream tonight.
At the beginning, in the cave where she was a child, Yingxue would bully people when the little fairy guarding the door scolded angrily. She would chase the little fairy around and pull people's hair; Xingxue not far away
Mother and father cuddled up against each other under the flower tree, smiling lightly as they watched Shi Yingxue chasing and playing with the little fairy.
Suddenly there was a strong wind on the horizon, and a black stream of fire instantly surrounded her. Screams and cries came out of the stream of fire. Her mother and father roared, and then densely packed magical soldiers came out.
Sheath, the sound of gold and silver.
"Xue'er, take care! You are my mother's daughter, you have to live up to your expectations!"
Tears welled up in Shi Yingxue's eyes. She opened her mouth to cry, but suddenly Uncle Feng and Aunt Feng appeared next to her. Two pairs of big hands grabbed her left and right, and pulled her out.
Suddenly, a pair of hands hugged her from behind and pulled her out of the black fire like lightning.
Shi Yingxue looked back at Uncle Feng and Aunt Feng who were still in the sea of fire, crying silently, but the two of them just smiled softly, and the black fire suddenly became fierce and engulfed the two figures in an instant, killing them.
The two of them burned into a ball of ashes. Shi Yingxue struggled to get out of the arms of the person holding her, but the person pretended to be aggrieved and said: "Xue'er doesn't want Master anymore?"
This is the voice of Bailijian.
She suddenly stopped struggling, but tears poured out like a dam bursting.
"master!"
"Hey, my dear, did you eat well today? You must eat well so that you can grow taller and not be bullied by bad people!"
The hands put her on the ground and gently touched her hair.
"Tch! Look at you like this! You have the nerve to say that Wang Yang dotes on his apprentice, what a shameless old man!"
"Fang Wuhui! Are you shameless? You are only ten years younger than me!"
"Isn't ten years old enough? A whole little apprentice is more!"
"Fang Wuhui! I think you just wanted to die on the spot today!"
"Then come and beat me to death. I'm really afraid of you!"
Who is it? Who are they?
Shi Yingxue's tears flowed down. She wanted to rush over and hug her master's legs as usual, but she fell to the ground as if she had passed through a cloud of mist.
"Shi Yingxue, you have to practice hard, I will rely on you from now on!"
Someone came slowly singing a gentle song, picked her up after falling to the ground, and patted her slowly.
This embrace is warm and cool, with a light moisture.
There was also the energetic laughter of the little girl who had just grown up: "Yingxue! I successfully introduced Qi into my body! Maybe I am really a powerful reincarnation?"
Shi Yingxue wanted to answer, but those people suddenly disappeared, leaving her alone in the snowfield. The heavy snow had fallen, and she could not tell the way she came, the way home, and the way forward.
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The subsequent dreams were so confusing that Shi Yingxue couldn't even remember them.
Shi Yingxue has had a good biological clock for many years and woke up on time at dawn.
She put away all her messed up winter clothes and fetched water to wash herself off. Last night's dream had made her shed so many tears that her face was sticky and stained with dried tears.
The dream is just a dream. If you think about it too much, you will feel bitter in your heart.
However, Shi Yingxue remembered everyone's hopes for her in the dream. She clenched her fist secretly and once again strengthened her determination to follow the Tao.
After washing up, Shi Yingxue practiced a set of sword skills in the yard. After all, she was determined to be a swordsman. Even if she didn't know when she would be able to leave Chaningfang and go to the top sect among the fifteen cities, she didn't want to waste her skills.
What I learned in the past.
"Collected Notes on Sword Techniques" says that the highest state of sword cultivation is the integration of human and sword. The sword has its own spirit, and the spirit moves with the heart. Although since the fall of Zhenjun Feng Shuang, the great sword cultivator, no monk in the world can do the human sword.
In the realm of unity, Shi Yingxue still felt that nothing was difficult in the world, as long as people were willing.
As long as he perseveres, defies fate and overcomes all difficulties, Shi Yingxue does not believe that there is no mountain that cannot be climbed, no matter how difficult it is.
Of course, these are still a bit far-fetched to think about now. Shi Yingxue just wanted to practice swordsmanship well. Practice makes perfect. No one knows what the most basic swordsmanship will look like in the end.
Just as Yingxue finished typing, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.
"Help...Help..." An old voice could be vaguely heard. Shi Yingxue felt weak when she heard the voice. She didn't know what she had suffered. Shi Yingxue
He quickly put the sword on his belt and opened the door.
I saw an old woman in her sixties lying at the door. Her right leg was stained with blood. I didn't know what was going on.
"Old woman! What's going on?" Shi Yingxue took a cursory glance and felt that he was not a bad person. He quickly helped the old woman up and carried her back to his yard with half a back and half a hand.
Chaningfang is full of monks, but among the monks, the jungle is more predatory. The status of monks with low spiritual roots and extremely poor talent is also very low, just like the injured old lady in front of him, Shi Yingxue discovered when he took a cursory look.
Her spiritual energy is shallow, she only has the first level of Qi refining, and her body bones are also extremely weak, probably no different from ordinary mortals.
Shi Yingxue made a few simple finger tips and summoned a cup of warm water. She saw the old woman shivering all over, probably because she was injured and frightened, and added a little Qingxin Dan powder to it and handed it to the old woman's hand.
Inside, he said: "Drink water first, don't be afraid, I'll see for you what's going on."
The old woman burst into tears, and her muddy eyes were full of horror: "On that mountain! There is some huge spiritual beast. Old woman, I just went up the mountain to collect medicine for my poor little grandson. I don't know what happened to me."
How could I disturb it? When it roared, it overturned the old lady and me and fell into the valley... Fortunately, this valley is not deep, otherwise the old lady's life would have been handed down here.