Shen Zhiyue quickly stood up, went to the side and washed his face carefully, grinning in pain.

"Little one, reach over." The sword spirit spoke lazily.

Shen Zhiyue put his hand on the sword body, and the slightest warmth was transmitted, and in a short time, the pain on his body disappeared a lot.

Shen Zhiyue pursed her lips, "Brother Sword Spirit." ”

"Huh?"

"I'm so weak, I don't deserve to use an artifact like chasing waves, the sword master is me, it's too wasteful." Shen Zhiyue was a little frustrated.

Jian Ling paused for a long time before saying, "This is discouraged?" The more you work hard, the stronger it becomes, and it accompanies each other. ”

Shen Zhiyue's heart was sour, every time she was reckless and dangerous, she helped herself by chasing waves, and when she was injured, she had Brother Sword Spirit to help heal her injuries, although she didn't say it, but she was really grateful to them in her heart.

If you don't want to live up to Chalang and Brother Sword Spirit, let yourself continue to be strong, one day, your efforts will be rewarded.

"Thank you, Brother Sword Spirit."

Shen Zhiyue felt that she was very fragile at the moment, and a little care and comfort made her feel uncontrollable.

The sword spirit said meaningfully: "You still have a long way to go, little one. ”

After being tired for a long time, the rolling sleepiness hit, Shen Zhiyue lay on the bed and slept with her clothes.

This night, Shen Zhiyue had a long dream.

At first, it is an alley, and further on, is the main entrance of a large mansion, and the plaque on the main entrance is only engraved with a sword character.

The scene in front of me turned around, and it was a middle-aged man holding a baby in the courtyard, when the cherry blossoms were blooming, and the middle-aged man was reading poems to the child.

Although the child in his arms did not know what to say, he was very happy and babbled and followed.

Behind them, a woman sitting in the room threading needles and threads, gentle and virtuous, was sewing the little clothes in her hands.

The courtyard door was pushed open, and a man in a white robe walked in, the man was carrying two swords behind his back, his posture was erect, and his sword eyebrows were starry.

The white-robed man walked over with a smile, greeted the middle-aged man and the woman in the room, and teased the child twice.

The little baby reached out and grinned as he grabbed the fingers of the white-robed man.

Everyone laughed.

After that, the scenery in front of me changed, the color of the sky and the earth changed, the ground cracked countless large mouths, the houses collapsed, and the mourning was everywhere.

Turning around again, there was an endless night, and the woman who had sewn the baby in her arms sat on a wooden boat, surrounded by dead and wounded followers.

The ground behind him completely cracked, gradually engulfed by the black mist.

The wooden boat traveled for a long time in the dark night, and a floating island gradually appeared in front of it, and everyone struggled to drive the wooden boat forward.

Just as he was about to approach the island, a boulder slammed into the wooden boat.

The woman jumped hard with the child in her arms, but she was a little short of the island, and she did not hesitate at all, and threw the child in her arms directly to the island.

The boy began to cry, and the wooden boat, which had been hit by the boulder, gradually fell.

"Don't!"

Shen Zhiyue opened her eyes suddenly, her head was already soaked with sweat, she took a few deep breaths, raised her hand to support her forehead, fortunately it was a dream.

The sun shines through the stone window and reflects on the table, looking at the sky, it is almost noon.

Shen Zhiyue got out of bed, washed up, turned around and cleaned up the bed, and then pushed the door out.

The stone house where she is located is on the main street of this Yedu City, and there are stalls outside the house, shouting, and people coming and going, so it is not lively.