Chen Ying was not knocked unconscious, but fell asleep. ...
She had a dream. Dreamed about the past, dreamed about the present, dreamed about the future.
She had a dream about the ten-step-one-kill move ten years ago that left a deep impression on her heart.
At that time, Chen Ying was only twelve years old. She ran away from home once and went to the mountains to play with only three guards. Unexpectedly, on the way back, they encountered a group of bandits. All the accompanying guards were killed, and he almost died on the spot. If not...
The knight in white stood in front of her, and with just one strike of his sword, the heads of more than fifty bandits were cut off. As a result, she saved her life.
The man didn't take her home, and Chen Ying didn't dare to walk back alone, so she just kept following him.
"Girl, if you don't go home, why are you following me?"
"I, I don't dare to go alone."
The man came around behind Chen Ying, gave her a gentle push, and simply said: "Girl, don't be afraid, I'm watching you."
"Yeah." With just one word, Chen Ying was no longer afraid. A girl who was no more than twelve years old dared to walk five miles back home alone.
Chen Ying turned around suddenly. Behind her, there was a knight in white, watching him silently in the dark night.
To himself, he is the only light in the endless darkness.
She had a dream, dreaming about herself now.
Chen Ying stood on a busy street, like an outsider, able to see her every move. Countless people passed by her, some so close that their shoulders almost touched each other. However, for some reason, Chen Ying felt a hint of sadness.
What a prosperous and prosperous age, but the people and things in it have nothing to do with her. Chen Ying felt that everything around her was so far away from her. She reached out and wanted to touch it, wanted to step into this prosperous age and become one of them, but she couldn't.
Chen Ying laughed, slowly pulled out the sword, put it lightly on her neck, and without hesitation, drank the sword and died.
Chen Ying saw all this.
I am outside time, see me, kill me.
Chen Ying felt severe pain in her head, her vision went dark, and she fell asleep again.
She had a dream about something that had not happened yet.
The setting sun was like blood. On the top of Huashan Mountain, several masters drew their swords and started a chaotic battle. In the end, only one person stood, and the other masters lay on the ground in confusion, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
Everywhere in the rivers and lakes, one person used a bow, another person used a sword, and the remaining three all used swords. The internal energy around the five people was surging, and the invisible internal energy formed a wave, sweeping away crazily in all directions.
On the top of the highest mountain of Kunlun, there is a man who draws his bow towards the three-legged golden Wu Wu, which is very similar to Hou Yi's shooting of the sun. In an instant, the sun fell, the sky and the earth suddenly darkened, and it was night. The arrow fell down and hit the dragon's vein seven inches away. The dragon's veins screamed and no matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't escape. The dragon's veins dissipated, and the emperor no longer favored him. Countless people with lofty ideals rose up to restore Li Tang's artifact.
In the beautiful land south of the Yangtze River, there was a man holding a sword horizontally in front of him. The setting sun shone directly on the blade of the sword, reflecting several rays of light. The sword intent was hidden in the light and spread out in all directions. Except for those four people, everything was cut open, even if it was just an invisible wind, it contained the intention of the sword at this moment, blowing to all the mountains and rivers, and in front of all the swordsmen in the world. They sat in the wind and listened to the sound of light.
In Fan Yang's mansion, there was a man holding the candle dragon sword, walking in the rivers and lakes in the dark night with a candle in his mouth. The purpose is just to illuminate every corner of the mountains and rivers, so that the world will no longer be dark. Under the Ziyu Pavilion, he lightly wiped the blade of the sword, using the girl as the dragon's eye, the thousand-mile road as the dragon's body, and his friend as the candle. He borrowed half of the world's rivers and mountains to set up a peerless formation. He borrowed the sword from Fan Yang for thousands of miles and reproduced the Thirteenth Candle Dragon. .
On the top of Huashan Mountain, there was a man who summoned the Overlord of Western Chu, holding the Emperor's Sword, to fight against the world's top masters, stirring up the world. The mind is also otherworldly, worthy of the mortal world, leaning on the clouds, smiling at the prosperity of the world, thinking about her charming green hair. Caressing the water gently, the water passes without leaving a trace, the mountains and rivers remain the same, just for the beauty's glance back and a little obsession.
In the bitter cold land of the far north, there is a person who is afraid of the light but tired of the darkness. White clothes with bright eyes, a long sword, and a jug of wine at his waist, he can't drink enough of the prosperity of the prosperous age. Use your bare hands to perform heavenly sword moves: when there is wind and rain in the sky and earth, there will be no soul in the world. Wushan has disappeared, and the flowers are falling in the square. Polar Dance Tianshang!
In the rivers and lakes, the swords are in chaos, breaking the moonlight; in the dream, there is chaos, and the light and shadow of swords are seen again. The moonlight shattered all over the ground, no one picked it up, and there was no sigh. The swords and swords of the world are intertwined, and there is nowhere to stay. I am trapped without knowing it.
Chen Ying suddenly burst into tears for some reason.
Is this Jianghu?
At some unknown moment, a writing brush appeared in Chen Ying's hand. Someone had given it to her out of thin air. Chen Ying didn't think it was weird. She moved the brush aside casually and started drawing out of thin air without looking for paper.
She wanted to paint a picture of prosperity and prosperity.
Why do we need ink and paper for painting? Paper and ink are just dead things, but people are alive.
Besides, does Chen Ying really have no ink and paper?
I borrow a few ounces of ink from the human world, and paint all the mountains and rivers without turning up the sky.
Where in the world is there no ink? Mountains, rivers and land, isn’t it an excellent picture?
Done in one go!
Chen Ying is just a small Tongxuan martial artist and cannot influence the general trend of the world on her own. However, she can completely draw the prosperous times that those masters want.
At this moment, she is already number one in the world.
A prosperous age is what the world's masters pursue. But now, it was drawn by Chen Ying.
But - Chen Ying wiped away her tears and looked at the painting with mixed feelings in her heart - why is this prosperous age a little sad?
There are obviously so many people, but it always feels like there is no one there. It seems that everyone in the painting looks very lonely.
Chen Ying didn't want to look at this painting anymore.
She closed her eyes, but she woke up.
After sleeping for so long, it’s time to wake up.
Chen Ying looked around, and found that she was sitting on a bed, and at the table beside her, there was someone looking at her with a smile.
"Uncle Chen." Chen Ying wanted to get out of bed and salute, but she couldn't use any strength in her hands and feet.
Chen Shao smiled and said, "Congratulations, Xiaoying."
Chen Ying was slightly lost in thought and said, "Uncle Chen, where does this joy come from?"
Chen Shao sighed with emotion: "You, Chen Boka, have been in the realm of Shentai Hedao for ten years. In the past ten years, I have retreated many times, trying to understand the secrets of creation and achieve the unity of heaven and man, but it always failed. And back. I didn’t expect that you, Sakura, could do what even I couldn’t do.”
"Me?" Chen Ying thought for a while and said, "Uncle Chen, you mean that I have achieved the unity of heaven and man?"
Chen Shao nodded and looked at Chen Ying with envy in his eyes.
This girl is really lucky to be able to get the guidance of Kuai Jian.
"Girl, from now on, there will be no bottlenecks in your martial arts path. There will definitely be a place for you in the future world."
