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 faced with 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 they 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 his dream, he still felt tired.
After sitting down, Zhao Rang closed his eyes, wanting to feel the flow of "qi" around him. It's a pity that there is nothing there, it's like this place doesn't exist. But if it really doesn't exist, how can he sit still?
I had no choice but to open my eyes again.
The end of the alley suddenly became brighter, and Zhao Rang saw patches of thick, dark 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 a moment for his eyes to adjust, he discovered that there were still bits of scarlet in the black clouds, reflecting the color of the snow on the ground. Each cloud is like an open portal, and the mist blowing out from it is very low overhead. It was like some nameless monsters had exposed their heads and were 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 knife lying across his knees.
But this knife is a little different.
Zhao Rang remembered that his sword had been curled and had two gaps. But at this time, his knife 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 mist was getting faster and faster, whistling and enveloping it.
Zhao Rang felt that his body had become very light, but he couldn't 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 no longer hold on, and when I am 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. He threw himself at the teapot on the table, drank all the tea directly at the spout.
After a while, I realized that except for 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 magnanimous, without any change in expression.
Zhao Rang calmed down and walked to the window. After putting on his clothes neatly, he picked up the knife that had fallen to the ground and asked:
"what happens?"
Zhao Rang's words were very tactful.
Usually it's 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.
"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 loud 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 found 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.
I can no longer remember some of the contents of the dream, it was very vague. He recounted everything he could 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 wasn't that he didn'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.
But before that, every time he had an epiphany, it was when he was extremely sober. Although his spirit would definitely detach during the moment of enlightenment, 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. Many unreasonable things will become logical in dreams.
Even if he really had an epiphany in his dream, wouldn't he have forgotten everything when he woke up? This kind of epiphany is really tasteless!
You may say that it is useless. After all, enlightenment is something that all martial arts cultivators in the world can only encounter. To talk about what he brought, Zhao Rang could only remember thick dark clouds and solid fog at the moment. And such general memories are still slowly dissipating, and maybe after a while, they will not be remembered 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 was still a dead end with no way out, and I had an inexplicable and futile epiphany in my dream. I don’t know what God is thinking. It’s like putting a golden mountain in front of you, but you are in a barren mountain and you can’t spend it at all.
"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, or it has happened to herself!
Ye Sanniang saw Zhao Rang's expression and knew that he was waiting for a more detailed explanation from her. But she hasn't decided yet 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 able to sleep soundly. If you are not grounded, you will dream. Of course, the things you are most familiar with will appear in your dreams.
Zhao Rang is most familiar with knives, and 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 currently only has a fifth-grade martial arts cultivation level. Although we can already have a glimpse of the threshold of the fourth-level realm, 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. Rank four to three is a punishment from heaven.
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 is called the Little Grandmaster by replacing "big" with "small".
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. 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 sum up your hard work, establish a sect, preach and teach, and you may not know which disciple will become famous all over the world in the future and shine on the master.
The master of Shang Shiyi, the Sword King of the North, was only a junior master of the fourth rank. The Ten Swordsmen were taught to him back then. After he integrated them all, he realized the One Swordsmanship. From then on, he became better than his masters. He ascended to the third-level Grand Master realm and became the first person in the North besides the Zhao family to be crowned the "King of Swordsmen". "A person with a foreign surname.
Ye Sanniang said nothing, Zhao Rang felt hungry again after waiting. 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 for another hundred and eighty dishes. Even if he waited to starve to death, he might not even 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 also 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 answered honestly without covering 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 instructions to the deputy shopkeeper, and imitated Zhao Rang's tone and set a time for him.
He found that this kid still has some abilities, provided that the instructions you give him must be clear and transparent. Don't expect him to be able to draw inferences from one instance and understand everything from the bottom of his heart.
