Ling Xuan shivered unnaturally when he saw Lingkong Mu's smile, he was beaten every day for the past few days, which made him somewhat recall some of the times when he was a child.

Bloody, dark, lonely, cold, soaked out, is Lingxuan's childhood life in his childhood, but most of Lingxuan's past memories have been sealed, and he does not recall the unbearable scenes, but instinctively shiveres viciously.

Ling Xuan jumped out of the potion liquid, dried his body, and after getting dressed, he walked towards a mountain forest behind the hut.

In fact, after seeing the trick of starry snow, he couldn't help but be a little enthusiastic, although he didn't see Mu Shi for a few days, and every time he was beaten the prince, he would disappear, but this kind of thing was secretly done by himself.

Ling Xuan closed his eyes, desperately imagining in his mind the scene when he saw the purple-clothed man draw his sword before, and he also gestured in his hand.

However, after a long time of comparison, there was no difference except for sweating.

"He's not teaching the right thing." The children's voices that had disappeared before reappeared.

"It's you!" Ling Xuan shouted silently in his heart.

"Since it's sword training, wouldn't it be better to feel it yourself?" Tong Sheng snorted twice, and the next moment, Ling Xuan felt as if his soul had been sucked away, and the world was spinning for a while, and when he woke up again, he had already come to the snowy mountain.

Ling Xuan looked around strangely, lowered his head, and looked at his hands.

The field of vision has become much higher, isn't this outfit the man I saw just now?

"Concentrate, calm down, feel the starry snow." The child's voice sounded, the purple-clothed man moved, and Ling Xuan's consciousness was tightly attached to the man.

"Horizontal picks, oblique stabs, barbs." Ling Xuan seemed to be stupid, muttering something to himself, everything around him faded, only the sword in his hand was the only existence that felt real.

"Come back!" Tong Yin shouted angrily, Ling Xuan subconsciously snorted, and when he reacted, he found that the surroundings were in a mess, and he only held a piece of bamboo sword that looked fragile in his hand.

"This, I did it?" Ling Xuan was dumbfounded, the damage around him was so serious that Ling Xuan couldn't believe that he had done it himself.

"Of course, although your consciousness is attached, your body is still moving with what you think."

Ling Xuan smiled and said, "I have to withdraw quickly, otherwise the bamboo forest behind his hut has been beaten by me by the sect master, and it is estimated that he will be punished." ”

"That's nonsense! Come on! ”

……

After Ling Xuan ran back to the hut, he collapsed on the bed and didn't want to move.

"Hey, wake up, get up and practice your sword." There was some anxiety in his voice, but Ling Xuan didn't pay attention.

"Looks like I'm really tired." A faint figure suddenly appeared in the void, a little doll of two or three years old, white and cute, with big golden red eyes that seemed to contain the entire starry sky.

Dressed in a small black dress, he sat beside Ling Xuan solemnly, and muttered, "Thanks to the fact that your body can display some of the starry essence today, otherwise I would have no hope of appearing in a short period of time." ”

The child raised his illusory hand, touched Lingxuan's cheek, sighed, and said, "You are still you, and you have not changed." ”

The child's body became more and more illusory, and at the moment before it was about to disappear, the corners of the child's mouth seemed to hook up a smile, and an ethereal voice sounded.

"Hello, Lingxuan, my name is Xiaobai."