Zhang Yi's body was immediately controlled, and instead of worrying, he laughed!

"Laugh, you can still laugh at this time!" Soon, the middle-aged man stood beside Zhang Yi and was about to reach out to take the book in Zhang Yi's hand.

Suddenly, Zhang Yi's expression changed, and a fierce sword in his right hand was provoked from the bottom up!

The middle-aged man snorted coldly: "It's really that you don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin, you think your sword can ......"

The middle-aged man was halfway through his words, and he couldn't say any more.

Because of Zhang Yi's sword, it attracted his eyes tightly.

The middle-aged man looked at it like this, looking at such a slow sword, picking at his arm!

The movement of the sword was very slow, very slow, he wanted to dodge, but he didn't want to dodge, just like that, the middle-aged man watched as Zhang Yi's green sword cut off his arm.

"Huh!" The middle-aged man's arm soared up instantly!

"Ah!!h

The middle-aged man covered his right shoulder with his left hand, the pain was unbearable, and he quickly took a few steps back, widening the distance between him and Zhang Yi, his eyes were full of shame and anger, and there was a trace of hidden fear!

If it weren't for Zhang Yi's whole body being bound by the iron chain of potential, at such a distance, Zhang Yi could kill the middle-aged man with a sword!

Now that the distance has been widened, the middle-aged man has taken precautions, and it is impossible to kill him! The gap in potential is too big to make up for it!

......After the sword was picked out, Zhang Yi laughed loudly, and the poignant laughter echoed throughout the mountain, spreading to the cliff...

It's like laughing at himself for killing more than 20 voyeurs, but his dearest grandfather left, and he laughed with grief, as if he was laughing again, and he was a master of hidden control, and he was cut off his arm for a day.

Then, Zhang Yi smiled and smiled, tears flashed in his eyes, and finally cried loudly.

At this moment, the middle-aged man who was cut off by Zhang Yi's arm, along with the cutting off of his arm, bound Zhang Yi's potential chain, also returned to the middle-aged man's body.

Suddenly, the potential control around Zhang Yi disappeared in an instant, and with this, he jumped off the cliff!

And Zhang Yi's laughter still echoed in the cliff, lingering for a long time, as if it was a mockery of the middle-aged man.

"Perfect! Perfect! This swordsmanship is perfect!" The middle-aged man endured the pain in his arm, his face was full of shock and horror, and he had words in his mouth, and he couldn't care about any heavenly books anymore.

Zhang Yi's body fell all the way, his body was not under his control, there was no obstruction, he only felt the wind in his ears whirring, his clothes were tightly attached to his back, and the cold wind penetrated deep into the bone marrow, like a thousand knives!

"Am I going to die?" this sentence has been repeated in Zhang Yi's heart!

"I saw my grandfather waving to me......"

Zhang Yi, who was falling, slowly closed his eyes.

......

There is a small river below the cliff that flows gently.

The water is crystal clear, with many small fish swimming in it, and on the other side of the river, there is a huge forest as far as the eye can see.

At this time, it is autumn, and many yellowing leaves fall into the small river with the wind and flow into the distance.

And on the river, a handsome boy floats.

There were many yellow leaves falling from the boy's body, covering half of the boy's body.

This young man was born with thick eyebrows, a small mouth and thick fluffy earlobes, dressed sloppily, with a cloth bag hanging on his chest, and a green sword tightly in his hand, this person was Zhang Yi who fell off the cliff.

Zhang Yi jumped off the cliff, fell down the small river, and drifted all the way east along the river, counting the time, today is the third day of Zhang Yi's rafting!

About a mile away from Zhang Yi, a woman with a young girl sat on a rock by the river, washing clothes.

The woman is born ordinary, with thick lips and simple clothes, even if she is placed in ordinary people, she is just ordinary and inconspicuous, while the girl is eccentric, with two small pigtails behind her, looking petite and cute.

Two women, one big and one young, laughing and laughing in the washing, frolicking, so at ease, like that, the two are not mother and son, but sisters!

While the two daughters were playing, Zhang Yi floated down the river to a place not far from them.

The girl was playing, and in the corner of her eye, she found Zhang Yi drifting down, and the two women, one big and one young, immediately stopped playing.

"Mother, look, there's a man there!" the girl called out to the woman, and stretched out her hand to Zhang Yi who was drifting down.

......

In the dream, Zhang Yi dreamed of the tragic death of his grandfather, dreamed that he had killed more than 20 voyeurs and cut off the arm of the hidden control, he was very sad about the tragic death of his grandfather, and he was dreaming, and he himself shed tears.

Soon, the picture changed, and Zhang Yi came to an empty place, not a village, where there was no sun, and the sky was dark, as if it was evening.

And beside Zhang Yi, many figures appeared out of thin air.

Most of the figures are human, and a very small number of them cannot see whether they are humans or beasts.

Soon, these figures gathered around Zhang Yi, and Zhang Yi saw the appearance of these people clearly.

The same scene continues to be staged, these figures are not people, but ghosts!

In front of Zhang Yi's eyes, a ghost with no chin and only blood-red eyes moving!

This ghost, with his hair scattered, his eyes turned left and right, as if he was signaling behind Zhang Yi!

Like last time, Zhang Yi turned his head, wanting to know what was behind him, but when Zhang Yi turned around......

Zhang Yi woke up, and the scene in the dream, the dying appearance of his grandfather, was still playing out in his mind.

He didn't understand, what did this strange scene portend?

Zhang Yi lay on the unfamiliar bed, forgetting the strange scene in the dream, but remembering his grandfather Zhang Xianlu.

Thinking of his grandfather's kind face, thinking of his grandfather's doting Zhang Yi's eyes, and thinking of the scenes of his grandfather's life, how much Zhang Yi wants to let his grandfather touch his head now!

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi's nose was sour, his eyes were moist, and then two tears fell down Zhang Yi's face.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps stepping on the plank, ticking, echoed through the room.

Not long after, the girl with two pigtails, holding a porcelain bowl in her hand, slowly walked towards Zhang Yi.

"Are you awake, come, drink this bowl of porridge first?" the girl came to Zhang Yi and sat down beside him, and greeted him.

Zhang Yi lay on the bed, turned his head, opened his slightly red eyes, looked at the wall, and there were faint tears spreading in his eyes.

The girl didn't see Zhang Yi answering, shook a spoonful, and fed him with her own hands.

As soon as Zhang Yi recovered slightly, he turned his head, looked at the porridge fed by the girl, frowned, and immediately said, "I'll come by myself!"

From the time when Zhang Yi could eat by himself, he left Tiancheng and followed his grandfather to Li Zhen, no matter what he ate and drank, he did it himself, and never let others feed him, even if he was the son of the Zhang family, he had never had it, and a sudden scene made Zhang Yi feel uncomfortable.

After speaking, Zhang Yi propped up the bed with one hand and wanted to sit up, but unexpectedly, the pain all over his body was unbearable, his body seemed to fall apart, he couldn't exert any strength, and his potential couldn't be used.

"Don't move, your body injury is not yet healed, don't use force! Just lie quietly!" Seeing that Zhang Yi was about to get up, the girl immediately put the porridge aside, supported Zhang Yi with both hands, and lay down on the bed again.

Zhang Yi couldn't get up, looked at the girl in front of him and hesitated for a moment, so he had to be fed porridge by others.

In this way, Zhang Yi opened his mouth, thinking about his deceased grandfather, and the girl poured porridge into Zhang Yi's mouth one spoonful after another!

Not long after, a bowl of porridge was fed to Zhang Yi by the girl, and the girl picked up the silk handkerchief in her hand and wiped the corners of Zhang Yi's mouth.

"Would you like another bowl?" asked the girl.

"No need, thank you!" Without a trace of emotional thanks, he spit out from Zhang Yi's mouth.

"No thanks, my name is Du Xiaojuan, you can call me Juanjuan in the future, oh, by the way, I don't know what your name is?" The girl Du Xiaojuan introduced her name and asked Zhang Yi again.

"Just call me Zhang Yi. Zhang Yi closed his eyes, let out a long breath, and said his name!

Du Xiaojuan continued to ask: "Where are you from, why are you here alone, and you are injured all over your body, have you met a bandit?"

Zhang Yi turned his head slightly, and did not answer her words, obviously deliberately not wanting to say it.

Seeing this, the girl dared to be a little disappointed, and did not ask more, said two words of comfort, let Zhang Yi have a good rest, and left the room by herself.