In the Trapped Dragon Continent, divine cultivation is equivalent to the existence of immortals. The warriors are much worse. Divine cultivators have a long life and can control mountains and rivers, more like the legendary immortal gods.

Martial artists don't have such a high salary, not to mention the short lifespan, and there are no unpredictable magic powers. However, there are no absolutes, and the same level of divine cultivators and martial artists, after being close to the latter, the divine cultivators have a chance that their lives will not be guaranteed.

There is only one kind of sword cultivation in the divine cultivation, which can be compared with the martial artist. The flying sword is thousands of miles away to take the enemy's head, which can be described as domineering and unreasonable.

The immortals in the eyes of the mortals could not escape the spell of the lightning strike wood, and the impact was too great. So much so that lightning strikes wood within a radius of thousands of feet, and is regarded as an ominous place

Even the small thatched hut where Xingzhen was located has become an ominous place. Therefore, it is very deserted, and there are very few people coming and going, and even the birds seem to want to pass by.

There are also rumors that it is said that Xingzhen's mother died because of the strangeness of lightning striking wood. Xing Zhen disdained this rumor, he knew that his mother's body was completely due to illness, and it had nothing to do with lightning strikes.

After his mother's death, when there was no one around, the black charcoal-like lightning struck the wood, and he became the only friend of Xingzhen to confide in his heart.

In the same year when his mother died of illness, the young man ignored the persuasion of the townspeople and stayed in the thatched hut built by his mother.

Xingzhen was unable to work at the age of five, and his mother was getting worse and worse after a long illness. I just came to the town, and I was helpless and unfamiliar with life.

The mother was self-reliant and took the five-year-old Xingzhen to build her new home. Tall and frail and sickly, he has little strength left after a day's hard work. The palms of the mutton fat and jade were already unrecognizable, and the blood and water were mixed with this thick water, and it didn't take long for each wash to wash them, and the viscous red and yellow liquid would overflow from the skin again.

Maybe it's because of the thatched hut that the mother of the sentence has fulfilled a wish and is relieved, or maybe it's the strength to return to the light and exhaust all her mind to build a thatched hut that can be lived in by the torturer. The thatched hut was completed, and the mother was seriously ill.

Mr. Su and Uncle Shang repeatedly asked Xing Zhen to move to their house, not to adopt, but to exchange labor for living expenses. The young man insisted on refusing, not because of money, but because he wanted to stay in the home built by his mother, and only this was his own home.

Although the home is broken, it can block the wind and rain, and although the home is poor, it is a bond that cannot be erased from the bottom of the heart.

After his mother's death, the boy regarded the lightning strike wood as a friend, fearing that one day the lightning strike wood would disappear. On a whim, he carried a small gourd to water the lightning wood again and again.

It's just that Xing Zhen didn't know that it was the first time he used a small gourd to water the lightning strike wood, and Qingyang Town suddenly ascended to the dragon qi and condensed.

After eight years of unremitting watering of the lightning strike wood, a small shoot miraculously grew on the charred black charcoal this spring.

A bend of willow leaves crumbled in the wind, but like a young man, he walked through the spring tenacity. Summer is coming to an end, and the little shoots are still the little shoots.

The young man grew a little taller, but the little shoots did not grow at all, and they were still bent in the willow leaves like spring.

Xing Zhen sat on the bright red slate, leaning against the lightning wood, and the Buddha touched the little sprouts and muttered to himself: "The little sprouts and the little sprouts will grow up quickly, otherwise they will wither when autumn comes." ”

Xing Zhen likes to lean against the lightning strike wood and talk to himself, maybe in the eyes of the wooden boy, he is talking to the lightning strike wood.

I prefer to sleep alone next to the lightning strike wood, because Xingzhen sleeps leaning against the lightning strike wood and often has some wonderful dreams.

Every time it's a bizarre and varied dream. But one thing is the same, every time in a dream, a beautiful fairy sister will appear.

Xing Zhen didn't know how to describe the beauty of the fairy sister, in his eyes, his mother was the most beautiful, but after seeing the fairy sister, he found that the fairy sister was as beautiful as his mother.

The mother is the kind of tall but delicate mind, revealing the beauty of love everywhere. The fairy sister is a bird, but it seems to contain a sharp aura, and it can only be seen from a distance that cannot be desecrated.

However, in the dream, when the fairy sister walked into the young man Xingzhen in Mune, she was really happy and afraid. I am happy that every dream is beautiful, and I am afraid of the sharpness that the fairy sister invisibly emits.

I remember that Xing Zhen leaned against the lightning strike wood and thought: "When you grow up and make more money, you will be able to afford sugar gourds." ”

Soon after, her eyes were hazy and drowsy, and that was the first time that the fairy sister appeared in a dream. In the lively town market, a fairy sister in a white dress walked towards the wooden boy with a smile.

It seems that I have known each other for a long time, so I naturally took the little hand of the torturer. Ignoring the nervous appearance of the young man at that time, he took care of himself and dragged the young man around the textile market. The young man followed in a daze, more out of fear and closeness to this fairy sister.

The boy wondered a little about this strange feeling, but he couldn't find a specific reason.

When passing by the stall selling sugar gourds, the fairy sister deliberately pulled Xingzhen around in a circle, and asked over and over again: "Do you want to eat, do you want to eat and buy you a bunch." ”

The sharp aura that was unintentionally exuded frightened the young man's calves to turn tendons, where did he dare to think more about the sweet and sour sugar gourd. The little head shook like a rattle.

"Don't, don't. ”

The fairy sister covered her mouth and chuckled: "If you miss this time, there will be no next time!"

Xing Zhen replied firmly: "Don't" is really not daring to ask.

As the saying goes, women are fickle, and what has been handed down since ancient times, if not the truth, has a certain truth. Circling back and forth in the textile market, the fairy sister pulled the young man back to the sugar gourd stall and continued to ask.

"If you want to eat it or not, if you want to eat it, I will buy you a bunch. ”

Gradually, the punishment is really not as afraid of the fairy sister as it was at the beginning, and he still shakes his head.

The fairy sister dragged the wooden boy to continue to wander, when passing by the meat buns, when passing by the kebab stall, and when passing by the sugar man's stall, they would ask if the punishment was really wanted or not.

Passing by many food stalls, the fairy sister asked many times. Finally, he walked back to the sugar gourd stall, and continued to ask questions from the old talk.

Xing Zhen repeated two words from beginning to end: "Don't." ”

The fairy sister was quite surprised, and asked with a smile, "Why don't you want to?"

Xing Zhen gave an answer that almost made the fairy sister vomit blood, and at the same time made the fairy sister very satisfied.

"It's a dream, and I'm worried that after agreeing, I will wake up from the dream while eating and biting my tongue. ”

The fairy sister muttered to herself in a voice that only she could hear: "Be kind to give you something in return, but you don't want it." But the answer is very pertinent, and there is a little bit of it. “

When Xing Zhen woke up, he was really holding a string of sugar gourds in his hand. After struggling for a long time, he was afraid that someone would harm him, and the wooden-minded young man didn't understand until he thought about it for an hour, and he didn't have to give sugar gourd so much trouble to the truth, so he killed a hundred directly.

The true punishment that understands the cause and effect does not hesitate, and enjoys the sourness and sweetness to the fullest.

After a sweet dream, the true meaning of the punishment is still unfinished. On the day of the fight, if there was nothing to do, I ran to sleep next to the lightning strike wood.

Next to the lightning strike, there is a thin and swarthy boy who loves to sleep. , The sleep under the lightning strike wood is extremely sweet, but I can't dream of the fairy sister.

I was thinking hard to find the reason, and I don't know how long it took before Xing Zhen suddenly opened up, and there were some broken thoughts before going to bed.

Since then, there has been another dream boy next to the lightning strike. There is still no fairy sister appearing. Until Xing Zhen saw that there was a fairy sword flying in the town, he ran to the lightning strike and sighed and fell asleep.

After the fairy sister appeared, she didn't say a word, hugged the waist of the young man, and directly rose from the ground and swept up the sea of clouds. Feet on the auspicious clouds fly in the air, and the wind is howling and galloping in the ears.

As if she was still unsatisfied, the fairy sister suddenly accelerated. The wind turned into a hurricane, and it was hard to say what it was like to slap on the face. The entire face is twisted and deformed by the force of the wind.

The punishment is really understood, every time I dream of the fairy sister, it must be accompanied by fear. The first time was shocked by the breath, and the second time it was even more dead and alive.

Xing Zhen hugged the fairy sister's willow waist tightly, for fear that her sister would not be able to grasp it steadily and let go. If this falls, it will not be shattered. Even though it was a dream, I still felt like I was going to fall to death. Don't be a big dream, sleep forever and never wake up.

For the first time, I felt the punishment of soaring above the sea of clouds, and I didn't have the heart to enjoy the scenery. After falling back to the ground, his legs were fluttering, his mind was dizzy, and he was a little spinning.

The fairy sister smiled and asked, "I'm not afraid to shoot." ”

Xing Zhen replied without hesitation: "I'm afraid." “

"Do you want to do it again?"

"Yes. ”

This time, the fairy sister is still very satisfied with the answer to the truth, and it really came again.

A teenager is a teenager after all, and he still can't get rid of the tension when he flies through the sea of clouds for the second time, and he doesn't feel the pleasure of soaring in the wind at all.

When Xingzhen woke up, he found that he was really dizzy. The distance from the lightning strike to the thatched hut was only more than ten zhang, and the swarthy boy fell more than thirty glues and staggered back to the thatched hut. Almost take a step and fall.

The nose was blue and his face was swollen, but Xing Zhen felt that this dream was worth it, it was better to do it again, and it didn't matter if he fell a few more times.

This kind of dream is very strange, and each time there is a long time between them. At least one year and more than three years. The last time I dreamed of my fairy sister was the last time, a beautiful dream two years ago, the most harmonious one.

The fairy sister was dressed in a yellow gauze skirt and sat on a bluestone slab on the bank of the stream. Barefoot soaked in the clear water. Cheerful fish swaying around the little feet.

The fairy sister beckoned, motioning for Xing Zhen to approach and speak. The young man of Mu Ne will be mistaken, and when he approaches, he will learn to sit on the bluestone slab with his fairy sister, and after taking off his shoes and socks, he will also soak his little feet in the stream. As a result, the fish hula fled in all directions.

The fairy sister pinched her nose and asked, "Who told you to take off your shoes and soak your feet?"

Xing Zhen was a little ashamed, but his skin was dark, and he couldn't see a slight redness. I also stammered a little when I spoke.

"I, I saw the fairy sister soak her feet like this, and I just learned from the fairy sister. ”

"Oh, why do you call me Sister Fairy?"

"Come to think of it, my sister is not only beautiful but also can fly. ”

The woman in the yellow dress smiled from ear to ear.

"Since you call me sister, I ask you a few questions, and I will answer them truthfully, right?"

"Uh-huh. No deception. ”

"Are you afraid of death?"

"I'm afraid!"

"If you know that your mother was killed, you can't beat the bad guys. If you meet that bad guy, you may be killed by him, do you dare to make a move?"

"Dare. ”

"If it's a general, Ji Leng, Su Qingyi and a little slug, do you dare to make a move?"

"Dare."

"What about me as a sister?"

The previous answers were categorical, but this time he really hesitated. After thinking about it for a long time, he tentatively asked: "You are a fairy sister, you can fly." Why do you need me to do it?"

The woman in the yellow dress did not get angry, but patiently asked again.

"You don't care if I can fly or not, if I can beat the enemy. Maybe the enemy will be stronger than me, and if you help me, I will definitely die. Do you dare to make a move?"

Xing Zhen scratched his head and said, "Dare, dare." ”

The woman in the yellow dress pretended to be angry: "Why do you still have a bar, are you very unsure?"

Xing Zhen said bluntly: "It's a little uncertain. ”

The woman in the yellow dress suddenly leaned back on the bluestone slab, and after lying down, she raised a green jade hand to block the strong sunlight in front of her forehead.

The woman in the yellow dress faced the rising sun, and the corners of her mouth rose into a smile like a flower. Just like the flowers that grow on the earth, the flower curtain is facing the sun.

Xing Zhen learned from the fairy sister, but did not raise his hand to block the sun. The young man's eyes shining in the scorching sun were slight, and for some reason, he had no heart or lungs to grin.

Xing Zhen didn't know why the fairy sister was happy, but the fairy sister was happy, and Xing Zhen was happy from the bottom of his heart.

Xing Zhen didn't know why he had such a wonderful dream, so real that he couldn't find a flaw, he enjoyed this beautiful dream very much.

In the early morning of the second day after waking up, when Xingzhen washed his face, he seemed to be much darker in the water......

Now Xing Zhen, some expect that the fairy sister can show up to help in the dream world, and want to return the injustice that happened to him. But dreams are dreams and not reality.

The young man knows that only by working hard can he get back his fairness. Thirteen is just the beginning of life.