After a hearty dinner with Hiyori, I sat bored in bed. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info now that the fist and ghost have begun to practice, there is no need to practice these in the bedroom, because the space is too small, I can't use it, but I don't want to waste my good time to sleep, I spent most of my time sleeping when I was infernal, what should I do now? . . By the way, the so-called sword Zen is to enter the state of communicating with the sword and improve your own ability. Although I haven't hit it yet, I only need to enter the mental space, and I should be able to communicate with the Slashing Knife, and I haven't communicated with my Mirror Flower Water Moon for decades, but my Slashing Slash Knife is a little special.

I still remember those so-called geniuses who were in the same class as me back then, and sometimes in their sleep, they often heard something calling to themselves before they were sent down. There are even more enviable, jealous and hateful, such as the Winter Shilang of the Hippan Valley, before entering the Mao Spiritual Academy, I began to hear the call of the Slashing Sword in the Soul Street.

"Remember my name, I am..." Back then, when the teacher sent down a shallow beating, when he interrogated if anyone had heard similar words, several students looked aware, and many students were suspicious, unsure if they were dreaming or really heard the call of the slashing knife. And I was very helpless, I felt that my ears were fine, how could I have tinnitus for no reason, and I felt some sympathy for those students with tinnitus.

However, after a year of communicating with the Chopping Knife, a result of a slap in the face appeared, those who had never heard the call of the Chopping Knife proved to have no talent and strength to awaken the Chopping Knife, and those tinnitus patients who I sympathized with awakened the Chopping Knife without exception.

However, how can I, who does not admit defeat, just obey the teacher's determination, and from now on be a cannon fodder death with a shallow fight, what kind of jokes. So, every day before I went to bed, I practiced the sword meditation taught by my teacher. Finally, the hard work paid off, and after five years of hard work, I successfully entered my mental space, however, I did not succeed in communicating with the Chopping Knife. As for the reason...

By the time I regained consciousness, my surroundings had changed drastically, and I was sitting on the surface of the lake. That's right, sitting on the surface of the lake, when I get up, every step I take, a circle of ripples will be generated under my feet, as for why I didn't fall into the lake area, who knows, probably this is the strangeness of the space of the slashing knife. It was nighttime, there was only a bright moon in the sky, and there were no stars in sight, and a huge moon was reflected in the lake beneath my feet. Out of curiosity and curiosity, I walked slowly on the surface of the lake, and the feeling was very strange, very illusory, as if I could fall down after stepping on the air at any moment. The lake is quite large, at least I don't have the edge of the lake in my field of vision. I don't know how long I walked, and suddenly, the direction of the flowers and plants came to my nose, and I didn't see their shape, but smelled their fragrance first. After walking a few steps, I saw a meadow suddenly appear on the boundless lake.

There are all kinds of flowers in the meadow, but since it is nighttime, you can only faintly see it, and there are patches towering over the meadow. As I got closer, I realized that these were mirrors, not so much standing on the grass as they were inserted in the grass, and these mirrors reflected each other, and almost none of the mirrors reflected all the flowers in them.

"Is this the so-called Mirror Blossom?"

As if in response to my words, my shallow punch erupted with an astonishing spiritual pressure, accompanied by a subtle change in the shape of the slashing knife, from the traditional standard shallow fight to the unresolved state of my slashing sword, and the handle of the knife became emerald green.

After that, whenever I injected the spirit pressure into the Spirit Slasher, the Mirror Flower Water Moon would automatically trigger, and the method of removing the Mirror Flower Water Moon, after years of trying, found that all I needed to do was to say one word.

"Shatter, Mirror"

At first, I thought that this was the case for the liberation of the Slasher, but then I realized that the liberation of the Slasher requires liberation, and when the communication with the Slasher is further deepened, it will be resolved. And my slashing knife is so special, is it because of the jealousy of the talent, so that I will never be able to learn the law. As for the Slashing Knife Space, after countless explorations, I found that there was no Sword Spirit at all, and that small grass was the center of this space, surrounded by lakes, and it was always night, because every time I went in, I was like this, and after many disappointments, I gave up directly. I hadn't entered the Slashing Sword Space for at least fifty years, and I was just concentrating on cultivating my ability to solve the problem and all aspects of my own ability.

Today, I sat on the grass in the space of the slashing knife again, and it was still as silent as ever, not even the wind, and even less insects, the silence was suffocating. However, the moonlight is reflected in the mirror and the surface of the lake, and it is still quite bright here, and it is still okay to look in the mirror. However, when I faced my handsome face in the mirror, something unexpected happened, not a childish face, but a wise look, and in the mirror I was wearing glasses for kindness.

"This is?!"

The scene in the mirror did not take into account my surprise, and soon changed, and soon I was showing the image of me when I had broken away from the void, and I was now smiling confidently, and everything was under control. Then, I was the ruler of the world in the void, I was a little crazy with Ichigo, I was looking down on everything in the middle of the world, and I was witty in front of Habach.

As I was pondering why these images existed, they shattered like pieces of paper and fell like snowflakes, leaving me with a dazed look in the mirror.

"Mirror Blossom Water Moon, Mirror Flower Moon, are you mocking me for being a mirror flower and water moon all my life?!"

I fell on the grass a little weakly, looking at the lonely moon in the sky, the mirror and the moon, yes, the sword is a true portrayal of the soul of each god of death. Isn't my whole life just a flash? It's really in line with me, it's really in line with my exclusive slashing knife!

Maybe before I recognized myself, all I did was a mirror, and I deserved to be a mirror for me.

In the bedroom, my face was full of loss, and it seemed that the sword spirit I had been looking forward to would not be there, since it was a "mirror flower and water moon", how could there be a sword spirit?