There was another long silence.

The moon passed through the clouds, so that the light and shadow on the ground kept changing. The boy's face was sometimes bathed in light, sometimes in darkness.

After thinking about it, Xiao Xuan still asked, "What is the difference between a cultivator and an ordinary person?"

Ke Zimo glanced at him meaningfully, his expression did not change, and an extremely subtle crackling sound sounded under his feet, Xiao Xuanxun looked at it, but it was a firewood stick that was split in half from the middle during the day.

Looking closely, the cross-section of the firewood was very smooth, and Xiao Xuan could be sure that an ordinary sword made by an ordinary blacksmith would definitely not be able to do this. Among the people he knew, only Yu Shi Niang could do it.

Chopping wood is certainly just a simple thing, but ordinary people can never do it so perfectly in a single thought.

There is nothing that ordinary people can do, but what a practitioner can do, ordinary people may spend hundreds of times more effort or be extremely poor in their lives.

A very important point is that compared to those cultivators of the Master Saint realm, the lifespan of ordinary people is really like an ant to a giant tree in the sky.

Xiao Xuan smiled, a little helpless, but not desperate.

He said weakly: "Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs, and I don't know how much this is true and how much is false." ”

If any student of Qingyun Academy dared to question what the former sage and sage said like this, Ke Zimo would have reprimanded him a long time ago, but Xiao Xuan was not a student of the academy, and he was not an ordinary person, he knew that he could not look at the other party by an ordinary standard.

"What the sage said, there is a truth to it. As you have just seen, you may need a knife, an axe, and something that can only be done with a little bit of effort, in the eyes of the cultivators of the Distraction Realm, there is no need to even take a breath to think about it, just like when they start to want to do it, the moment their mind falls, the result has already appeared. ”

"I can see that your sword skills are very powerful, and there are some shadows between the ranks, I don't know where you learned it?"

Xiao Xuan looked at him and said with a smile: "If I say that I was a deserter, and after escaping from the army, I hunted in the mountains and forests, and the knife technique was cut out on the battlefield and on the bodies of those lions, tigers and beasts, I don't know if you will believe it?"

"Letter. Ke Zimo replied without hesitation.

Most things in this world are believed or not, and Ke Zimo is the kind of person who will not easily doubt a person once he chooses to believe in him. His belief in Xiao Xuan was unreasonable, but he just did it.

In fact, what Xiao Xuan said, if you think about it carefully, it can't stand scrutiny.

The rule of the military department of the Great Xia Dynasty was that only those who had reached the age of 14 could enlist in the army, and there was at least half a year of recruit training after enlistment. Even when the war is tight, even if this rule is enforced with some problems in some border places, how can a fifteen-year-old boy have the experience of fighting on the battlefield?

Ke Zimo believed Xiao Xuan, which was very unreasonable, and Xiao Xuan believed in himself because he knew that what he said was true.

In fact, he was a little grateful to the other party, although he was probably destined to have no way to set foot on the cultivation truth, and even lost the opportunity to see that gate, but he at least knew what kind of people those opponents he was destined to meet in the dark night of Xuanyang City.

He was very grateful to Ke Zimo, and he was so grateful that he was also happy, this night, he still got something after all, so he didn't want to care about what he lost.

He sees himself better than ever and knows where he can go. For many years, he lived on the line between night and light, swaying from side to side, and he knew better than anyone that all gains were blessings, and that only loss was common.

Perhaps, from this moment on, he will walk more carefully, but at least he will still walk.

It is not a virtue to choose what you can choose, and to give up what is not your own.

There was no road ahead of the boy.

Because he walked step by step, he had a way.

After sending Ke Zimo away, Xiao Xuan felt that his mood was unprecedentedly relaxed, and he actually had the leisure to pick up the firewood knife and continue to chop the firewood piled up in the yard.

Until all the houses around the inn turned off the lights, and the last piece of firewood was scattered on the ground.

Xiao Xuan exhaled a deep breath, dropped the firewood knife, locked the courtyard door, took one last look at the pitch-black three-story building, and turned to leave.

Mu Xiaoyu lay quietly in front of the window, looking at the distant figure, thoughtful.

For Xiao Xuan, not being able to become a cultivator just means that everything is back to square one, and he can only have another thirty-five years of life at most...... This was far better than he had originally expected, it was very good to eat in a place like Xuanyang City, and he never thought that he would have the last laugh from the beginning.

He just lives in the moment.

Back in the hut, Xiao Xuan didn't even bother to take off his clothes, so he simply covered the mattress and fell asleep with his clothes.

Not long after lying down, a chill hit, hearing the sound of dripping outside the house, listening to the sound of thin raindrops hitting the eaves, the young man felt extraordinarily peaceful and fell into a deep sleep.

That night, he had another dream.

The reason why he said again was because he knew very well that this dream was exactly the same as the last one.

The difference is only that this dream is not like a dream, but more like a memory that has been engraved in the mind since distant times, no matter how many years of feng shui, sun exposure or natural disasters**, it is there and has never left.

Xiao Xuan dreamed of a lake, and at the beginning of the dream, he himself was lying on the surface of the lake.

The taste of the lake is very similar to that of the big lake in Qingyun Academy. More than half of his body was soaked in the warm water of the lake.

Yes, the lake is warm, not icy and biting, so warm that it makes you sleepy.

He felt that he could hardly even open his eyes.

Xiao Xuan was in a dream, knowing that he was dreaming, and he knew that all feelings should not be real, but why did he still feel that he didn't want to wake up in a dream.

Far, far above the lake, there was a fiery red sky.

It's fiery red and not the azure it should be.

Then he understood that the sky was burning, so much so that even the waters of the lake were warm.

The next moment, he realized that it wasn't just this piece of sky that burned as far as the eye could see, but all the skies burned.

He wanted to look up, to see what kind of world it was, to wonder if there was anyone else around him, to know if there was anything else to see here besides the fiery red.

But he couldn't, and then he felt himself sink slowly, the warm water of the lake covering his mouth, nose and eyes, and the fiery red through the surface of the lake fell into his eyes, becoming more brilliant.

Xiao Xuan realized that he had sunk deeper into the lake, and it seemed that he was going to die soon in his dream.

Strangely, he didn't feel scared, sad or sad.

He felt a little happy.

It's like the joy of recovering something that has been lost for a long time.