Chu An thought about it but couldn't figure it out. "In the past, injuries would heal quickly on their own. However, although the injury has healed this time, my whole body can't exert even a trace of strength. Could it be that I've seen a ghost?"
As I thought about it, I couldn't help but feel sad. I turned my head with difficulty to look at the screen not far from the bed. I had the late A'ke in my mind, and Ren Linsha who cried and laughed in an instant. "Forget it, if you can't take care of the living ones, how can you dare to miss the dead ones." Chu An slowly closed his eyes and stopped thinking.
It's just that the body is hot and cold, just like catching a cold. A surge of blood gradually arose in the heart and flowed through the blood vessels to every inch of the body, baptizing the soul and sculpting the body.
Chu An, who had fallen asleep, fell into sleep again, standing alone on a vast ocean. There were slight waves in the sea, the sky was cloudless, and the cool breeze blew away, blowing the heartstrings, blowing away the pain in the body, and blowing away the past.
The sky is blue and the sea is blue, but I am dressed in black, dotted in the center of the blue sky and the center of the deep blue sea. You can reach the sky with your hand, and move the earth with your feet. The man in the dream appeared in front of him, holding a knife and clasping his fists, saying, "Little Master, I am the spirit that defies heaven. I am the spirit that defies heaven. I am the one who defies heaven. My name is...Xing."
Chu An was not surprised, but he was not afraid to feel happy. In his heart, he regarded everything that was not in line with common sense as a dream. He glanced at the man named Xing. His hair covered his face, his armor was close-fitting, and he was tall and tall. He only had one horse missing and his wings were retracted. "So, you are the black knife?"
Xing replied, "Exactly,"
Chu An squinted his eyes and smiled evilly, "Since you are the spirit of the long sword, you have been following me for a while! Then you should know a lot about me, right?"
Xing lowered his head and replied, "There are a lot of things I don't know."
"What things don't you know? For example!" Chu An asked curiously.
"I don't know anything about what happened before that little bug handed me over to the little master." Xing answered truthfully.
"Oh, in that case." Chu An put his chin in his hand, "By the way, why can't I use all my strength?"
Xing said, "When? Isn't this good?"
Chu An just put his hand on his chin and said, "This is in a dream, so what? Can you treat me like a child?"
"When my little master wakes up, everything will be as before. Don't worry."
"No, I said... I can't even move my head. You told me not to worry. This doesn't make sense!" Chu An was a little excited and helpless.
"My little master is born different from others, so there is no need to have such anxiety." Xing's answer was simple and clear.
"That's all, that's all, I can't tell you clearly." Chu An stopped talking and stared straight at Xing.
Xing had a lot of things he wanted to say to Chu An, but he had a lot of regrets in his heart, and in the end he didn't say it out loud. He just said, "My little master, have a good sleep. Everything will be fine when you wake up."
Ah Fu actually sat on the steps at the door of the room and fell asleep with his knees as a pillow. He was dressed in plain linen clothes, with pale hair and nothing but a few wrinkles on his temples.
As I fell asleep, a familiar voice that had been so long that I could no longer remember it asked calmly, "Old man, are everything okay?"
Ah Fu slowly raised his head, and the face of the person in front of him remained the same as it had been ten thousand years ago. His eyes were filled with tears, he stood up slowly and said with a smile, "I can't even think about the time when you and I, my brother, will meet again." But his lips couldn't help but tremble, it was the feeling of falling in love to the depths, falling into hell, and pushing away the clouds and mist. See the sky.
"Is there anything I dare not think about? Aren't we all still alive? It's just a different way of living... Just stay alive."
Ah Fu responded, "Alive, all alive, just alive." When he came to his senses, he quickly asked, "Didn't you sacrifice your soul to the sword to go against the sky?"
"Yes, I am the sword spirit whose sword defies heaven, the spirit of the God King." He said with a smile.
The two looked at each other and laughed inadvertently.
"Okay, Tu, I won't tell you more. I am already the spirit of the weapon. It is not suitable to be separated from the body for a long time, let alone forcefully enter other people's dreams." After saying that, he pulled away from Ah Fu's dream.
Ah Fu was left standing there, smiling sadly with his hands behind his back.
The evening breeze caresses the willow branches, and there are fishing boats at the head of the river. The lonely dreams are all old people, and the years have lost their glory.
The old Ah Fu was woken up by the wind. How could he bear the cold wind at his age? He hugged his legs with both hands and stood up awkwardly, swaying like a drunken person. Qi is like a gossamer.
In the room, Chu An opened his eyes and woke up, tentatively moved his hands, and then slowly stood up and sat on the edge of the bed. Thinking to myself “What’s the difference between me and a monster?”
After putting on her clothes and boots, she walked to the door and gently pushed it open. When she saw old Ah Fu guarding the door, Chu An felt sour and unspeakable. "Abo, have you always been here?"
Ah Fu smiled and replied, "There's nothing wrong with me, old slave."
Chu An said happily, "You go and have a rest. I'm fine."
"I'm not tired, but Master, you need to have a good rest." Ah Fu lowered his head slightly as he spoke.
Chu An knew that he couldn't persuade old Ah Fu, so he shook his head helplessly, then took Ah Fu's calloused hand with one hand, and supported Ah Fu's arm with the other. "Come on, let's go inside and chat for a while." Chu An's tone was filled with the respect of the juniors for their elders.
Seeing Chu An's move, Ah Fu's legs went weak with fear and his scalp was numb with shock. He quickly said, "Master can't do this, I can't do it. The old slave can just go into the house by himself." At the same time, he tried hard to get rid of Chu An's hand holding him.
"Okay," Chu An spoke a little louder, "What's wrong with this? You treat me and Yun'er like your own children, what else can't be wrong with you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ah Fu knelt on the ground with a plop. Chu An was caught off guard. "The master has killed the old slave, and the old slave has no virtue or ability. The old slave has only done his duty as a slave."
Chu An squatted down to help Ah Fu up. How come the old man is so stubborn that he refuses to get up. "Okay, Uncle, get up and talk first."
Ah Fu's hands were trembling, "I don't dare, old slave."
"Okay, let's get up first," Chu An stood up and took a few steps forward, turning his back to Ah Fu and said, "Go and see where Yun'er is. We haven't seen her for a while, but I miss her again."
"Hey, I'll go right away, old slave." After answering, Ah Fu stood up slowly, bowed and bid farewell to Chu An, and then walked away unsteadily.
Seeing Ah Fu's back slowly walking away after getting up, Chu An knew that this was the only way to get the old man up from the cold ground.
He said to himself, "What's wrong with Ah Fu? Why is he getting more and more abnormal?" Then he walked along the stone road to the Xuanming Peak Hall.
