Shen Ling originally wanted to leave to return to the Heavenly Illusion Sect immediately, but Duan Qingchen's enthusiasm was difficult, and he was specially instructed by Senior Shui, so he had to agree to stay for a few more days.

In the past two days, Duan Qingchen invited him to shuttle back and forth in some small secret realms of Shu Mountain, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the fairyland, but he was also happy.

However, Shen Ling had something on his mind after all, and it was inevitable that he would be a little absent-minded when playing, but it made Duan Qingchen a little distressed.

Shushan is too far away from the Heavenly Illusion Sect, and it will take about a month for the sword to arrive, and the thought of saying goodbye to Brother Shen and maybe meeting for a long time makes her heart feel a little sour.

"What if... I mean, if Brother Shen is a disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect, wouldn't it be a beautiful thing if we could meet every day to discuss the true meaning of the sword and travel to the Shushan Wonderland? ”

Duan Qingchen couldn't help but say, his heart fluctuated a little.

"Although Shushan is good, it is not my teacher after all." Shen Ling looked at the undulating mist in the valley and said leisurely, "Without Master leading me into the door, I'm afraid I'm still a frog at the bottom of a well." There is also no chance to make brothers and friends. Master often said that there is only gain when there is giving, but in fact, every step we take, we are wandering between giving and giving, isn't it? ”

A few strands of green silk of Duan Qingchen were blown by the mountain breeze on her white neck, disturbing at will, which just set off her state of mind at this time.

"There is something in the house, and there is a house in the house. Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and destiny is impermanent..."

This Shushan genius, who was already in a heart-warming state, seemed to have a sudden realization at this time, combined with his own life experience, under a trace of sorrow, another window seemed to have opened in his heart.

Shen Ling couldn't help but be surprised when he felt the changes brought about by the other party's aura.

It is worthy of being an important person in the "Book of Dreams", who can be compared to the protagonist Ye Bufan in the early stage, and this understanding can be said to be a top existence in the world of cultivating immortals!

If it weren't for the suppression of Ye Bufan, the chosen son, in the book, Duan Qingchen would definitely not end up in obscurity.

With this comprehension alone, she can also go further on the road of sword cultivation and achieve a great cause of swordsmanship!

Fortunately, the "dream book" is not a reality, in a sense, it is just one of hundreds of millions of possibilities.

Of course, it is also one of the most preferred sons of heaven.

However, after Shen Ling read through the book, the direction of reality has undergone a huge deviation, and in this deviation, countless characters and events have been affected to varying degrees, jointly promoting the real "reality" trend.

But, what exactly is the reality? Where is the Mandate of Heaven?

These two questions lingered in Shen Ling's heart, and an answer gradually surfaced.

He stared at his hand, slowly clenched it, his eyes revealed incomparable determination, and at the same time said secretly:

"Reality is in my hands, and destiny is at my disposal!"

At this time, Duan Qingchen had already woken up from the state of "entering the gods", and the whole person had become different.

"Brother Shen is right, how can there be so many ifs in this world? Every path is our own choice, as long as we take this path well, isn't it? ”

"That's a great point!" Shen Ling clapped his hands and smiled, "The way of cultivating immortals, I'm afraid you have also comprehended Qingchen?" ”

"How can you be a good teacher? Having said that, it's natural to walk honestly on the road under your feet, but I have to have a little bit of momentum to fight for it. It's like... Trick Brother Shen into our Shushan? ”

As soon as the words came to this, Shen Ling's face was bitter:

"You're not kidding, are you?"

"Guess?"

Duan Qingchen blinked mischievously, his thin lips raised, revealing a smile, his delicate facial features added a bit of agility, and then with a turn of spiritual power, the sword flew towards the valley.

Shen Ling shook his head with a wry smile, and then also rode the fairy wind and followed.

……

Late at night, Ming Jinfeng.

Mencius was concentrating on cultivation during the period, and at this time he was meditating on the futon, when his spiritual sense suddenly moved slightly, and he felt that a person slowly fell into the courtyard, and he couldn't help but open his eyes.

"This kid is still not at ease..."

He said secretly and gradually got up.

Soon, someone knocked on the door gently, and Mencius answered and asked him to come in directly.

"Squeak~"

The door was pushed open, and a handsome young man walked straight in, with a sad look on his face, looking a little uneasy.

Mencius's eyes narrowed, he had already guessed the purpose of his coming this time, and without waiting for the other party to speak, he first said with a stiff face:

"Nephew, sit down first..."

“... Uncle Xie. ”

Ye Bufan held his breath, forced a laugh, and sat down in the seat near the master.

Mencius asked slowly:

"The virtuous nephew came here late at night, there must be something important to discuss?"

Ye Bufan showed a look of impatience, leaned forward, and a cruel light appeared in his eyes.

"The day after tomorrow, Senior Brother will leave to return to the Heavenly Illusion Sect, how does my uncle plan to kill him?"

"Hehe, there are thousands of ways to kill people, how do you want him to die?" Mencius asked rhetorically.

Ye Bufan's eyes drooped, and after thinking about it, he stared at the other party again:

"I want to see my senior brother shattered into pieces, I don't know if my uncle will give me this opportunity?"

Mencius's face shook and he smiled hard:

"Of course you can, but when you enjoy it on the side, I will not only make him break into pieces, but also make him evaporate from this world, leaving no trace."

Hearing this, Ye Bufan's face was slightly better, but he still said uneasily:

"Senior brother has won the top spot on the sword list, won thirteen Taibao in a row, and even the famous water-breaking sword is willing to bow down, how sure is the uncle able to kill him?"

At this time, the chosen son has begun to waver in his heart.

In the body of the elder brother, miracles happened one after another, and each time he was overwhelmed, which made him anxious for a while, and even had self-doubt.

Only the death of the senior brother can completely reassure him and reincarnate him to regain his sense of superiority as the chosen son and the future master of the immortal cultivation realm.

And the cheap goduncle in front of him undoubtedly pinned all his expectations.

At this time, Mencius's face was not good-looking, and he snorted coldly:

"What? Could it be that the virtuous nephew thinks that a Jindan Realm Sword Sect is no match for a small foundation building period sword cultivator? ”

"Uncle misunderstood..."Ye Bufan quickly stood up and explained, "Senior brother can survive in a desperate situation every time, which has to make my nephew worry..."

Mencius's laughter is hard to hear:

"Hehe, don't worry about this, it's still that sentence, I have full confidence to kill him. No matter how defiant the kendo attainments surnamed Shen are, his cultivation is there, whether it is physical or spiritual power, he can't be my opponent. Besides, that kid has violated a prohibition that should not be violated, even if I don't kill him, sooner or later he will die..."

Ye Bufan was stunned, "What does Uncle mean by this, is it possible that the senior brother still has an enemy?" ”

Mencius did not answer, but instead took out an extra letter in his hand and handed it over directly.

"In my battle with that kid, either he dies or I die. In case I capsize in the gutter, you can give this letter to Boya, and he will know what to do next..."

Ye Bufan took the letter with both hands, although he was full of doubts, he still carefully put it away, and pretended to be sincere and said:

"With my uncle's strength, I will definitely be able to succeed and get rid of this trouble!"

Mencius's face was grim:

"Again, as long as Boya entrusts me, I will never give up. At that time, the virtuous nephew can watch the play on the side, and that kid will definitely die! ”

"With the words of uncle, it is much more extraordinary and practical." Ye Bufan looked humble, "Uncle, if you rest early, your nephew won't bother..."

"Well, before I act, I'll naturally go to you."

"Uncle take care, nephew retreats."

Ye Bufan bowed down, closed the door of the house, and hid in the night.

Mencius's face was like a knife, and only after the people left, did he say to himself:

"Boya's godson always feels a little wolf-like, and when this matter is over, I will definitely talk to him..."