Chu Yu looked at the sbyom dream water in the bronze thin plate next to the altar, it was completely different from what he had seen on the side before, this sentient beings' dream water was colorful, dreamlike, not at all like only a thin layer, as if he had snatched a rainbow and turned into water on the plate.

Chu Yu didn't hesitate any longer, buried his face in it, and saw colorful silk threads hooked up in the bronze thin plate, enveloping Chu Yu's head in it, and gradually there were more and more silk threads, wrapping his entire head into a colorful light cocoon.

Chu Yu seemed to have come to a void space, there was a blank space everywhere, he followed Qin Ping's instructions, and recalled the set of swordsmanship that Qin Ping had instilled in him over and over again, as he recalled, the blank space slowly changed, turning into a whirlpool, slowly swallowing him up.

Chu Yu turned into a child, standing in a courtyard with a pond, motionless holding a wooden sword, a bearded man with a wooden stick sitting next to him, correcting his movements with a stick from time to time, and once he was a little lazy, he hit him with a stick.

From sunrise to sunset, from the scorching sun to the fluttering snowflakes, from the small wooden sword to the heavy fine iron sword, from carrying the sword all the time, to stabbing a thousand times a day. This stern master took his sword to the base, with the weight of time and sweat, hammer by hammer into shape.

Then every day at sunrise began to teach him swordsmanship, fighting with him, knocking down the sword in his hand again and again, leaving deep wounds on him again and again, no encouragement, no praise, only reproach again and again, his heart was full of injustice, why he was so serious or did not get any praise, only the next time and next time with no end in sight.

He was full of resentment, practiced day and night, and finally one day defeated the master, knocked down the sword in the master's hand, and there was no next time, the master leaned down and picked up the fallen long sword, praised him with a smile, and gave him a day off, and gave him silver to go out to play.

When he returned, the master was lying in a pool of blood with his sword, his eyes wide and angry, and he began to investigate frantically, and finally let him find out the group of people who had killed his master at that time, it was a huge organization that made a living by killing people, and they were commissioned by someone to kill his master.

He found out the enemy's house along the vine, and killed it with a sword, there were many guards in that house, and he slowly lost his strength while killing, and the pressure became more and more intense, so he could only turn around and run away first. Under the siege of a group of guards, he was seriously wounded and struggled to escape.

After his enemies knew of his existence, they hired the killer guild to hunt him down, and he struggled to escape in waves of pursuits, sometimes only one killer came, sometimes several, he was on the verge of death countless times, and there were countless desperate counter-kills, his swordsmanship became more mellow and agile, and he became more and more calm in the face of assassination.

He found an opportunity to rush to the Killer Guild and outnumbered them all. The only one left was behind it, he thought.

He adjusted to the best state and came to the enemy's house, only to find that there was not a single guard there, he did not hesitate, and rushed in without hesitation, all the way to the main hall unimpeded, without obstacles and traps, until he saw the figure, the figure that would hurt his heart whenever he thought of it, his master.

With tears in his eyes, he cried and asked why, but the figure didn't answer, but just asked him, have you learned to use a sword? As he spoke, the figure attacked with a sword, and the swordsmanship was so high and fast that he had only seen it in his life.

The sword in his hand was knocked out, his body was knocked down, and the figure just looked at him as before, and just said one word, come again.

He wiped away his tears, concentrated on every move and every move, again and again in danger, again and again near death, some useless tricks were abandoned by him, his moves became more and more concise, and more and more effective, and finally he seized the gap of the opponent for a moment, and pierced the opponent's heart with a sword.

He rushed up and hugged the dying master, crying and asking why this was happening. The master did not answer, but said, you will use a sword.

The surrounding picture slowly shattered like a mirror, the light cocoon on the outside of Chu Yu's head peeled off layer by layer, and fell back into the thin bronze basin, Chu Yu's tearful face slowly lifted, and after a while, he slowly broke away from the previous dream and returned to reality.

Zhang Ming and Meng Li looked puzzled and expectant, "How is it, how do you feel?"

"I've been in it for more than ten years, and I should have a small swordsmanship. How long has it been outside?" Chu Yu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Less than half an hour. Meng Li and Zhang Ming glanced at each other in surprise, and now it seems that Qin Ping really did not have a trace of exaggeration.

"Come, take your sword, and I'll try your skills. Qin Ping threw Chu Yu's Blue Light Sword to him.

Chu Yu took the sword, took a deep breath, held the sword diagonally in front of him, stepped on the sword step, and stabbed it quickly, Qin Ping turned sideways slightly, and picked up a sword, Chu Yu's body did not move, turned the thorn into a flirtation, drew a semicircle, and slashed at Qin Ping's wrist, Qin Ping's wrist flipped, held the hilt of the sword with his backhand, and pulled it to the side to block the sharpened sword, and then with a stabbing step, he pulled the silver iron sword with his backhand and slid towards Chu Yu's neck, Chu Yu had to hurriedly step back and open the sword.

Qin Ping didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, and stood there with his sword, "Fortunately, the speed angle is okay, and the changes are more ingenious, it can be regarded as a small success, and you can practice the specific moves slowly with Yuan Li." ”

Chu Yu's face was also full of excitement, it was worth his hard work for more than ten years to get the affirmation of Emperor Xuanzu, and he also felt that his skills had improved a lot, although his cultivation had not improved, but his combat power was definitely far beyond his previous self.

Qin Ping also taught Meng Li and Zhang Ming a set of exercises respectively, allowing them to go to the dream water of sentient beings to temper themselves.

Zhang Mingde taught a set of hammering methods, which opened and closed, which was very in line with his natural strength and heart, and he had been tempered in the dream world for ten years, and his progress was not small.

To Meng Li, based on the Shura Sect exercises, it is difficult to learn the martial arts of the righteous path, Qin Ping also taught him a peculiar giant sickle martial arts, although it is the martial arts of the righteous path, but it is mainly ruthless, Meng Li stayed in the dream world for the shortest time, only less than seven years, but it is the most improved one.

Qin Ping also secretly felt sorry for him, but it was a pity that he took the wrong path. Otherwise, Meng Li's future is much brighter now.

After Chu Yu and the three of them used it, there was not much left of the Dream Water of All Beings, Qin Ping stared at it for a long time, and still buried his head.

There is no one whose figure can not be remembered, whose face can not be forgotten, and whose voice still lingers in the ears after thousands of years.

Everything, there are only two lines of tears, a little sincerity.