In the late autumn night, accompanied by the autumn evening breeze, it is always inevitable that there is a little sluggish, Ying'er tosses and turns on the bed, and there is a wooden sword lying next to his pillow, he touches the wooden sword, the wooden sword seems to be sleeping sweetly, but Ying'er can't sleep.

He couldn't sleep, not because he had slept in the cave today, insomnia at this time, and it wasn't a fantasy about his parents, he knew that if he fell asleep, he would naturally meet his mother.

He looked at the wooden sword, and the wooden sword looked at him. He spoke to Mu Jian, but Mu Jian did not answer. Maybe Mu Jian was also talking to him, but Qi Ying'er couldn't hear it and couldn't understand it. He remembered what had happened one day, and was convinced that it was not a dream, because if he had dreamed, he would only dream of one thing, only of a man, of a woman. For more than three years, he had only dreamed of this one dream, and he had only dreamed of that woman, and he had dreamed of such a scene.

Since it is not a dream, then this wooden sword must have hidden a secret, a huge secret. What is that secret? Is that secret good or bad for herself? Qi Ying'er just thought about it and fell asleep, and dreamed of that woman again, the woman's hand caressed her face, and her hand gently grasped the woman's fingers. In this dream, Qi Ying'er already knew what was going to happen, and he also knew what the result would be, he tried to change, he screamed, he shouted. But no matter how he screamed, all he heard was a little doll crying loudly, and the more he screamed, the more he cried, and the only thing he could change was this.

In the early morning, there was a thin fog, and the moon had not completely disappeared. At this time, the moon is like a shy big girl, hiding behind several layers of tulle, but it makes the moon more beautiful and mysterious than the night.

Qi Ying'er got up early, and he woke up before the dream he had had had been for three years was over. A young man was walking on the path back to the mountain with a wooden sword, with dewy grass at his feet, and his trouser legs were wet, and he didn't care at all. Halfway down, he saw the earthen platform, and also saw the steep slope he had slid down, but now he couldn't see any traces, but Qi Ying'er knew in his heart what it was like to slide down the slope and fall onto the earthen platform.

He went to the cave and tried to stick the wooden sword into the ground, but in any case, the wooden sword in his hand could not penetrate the stone.

Qi Ying'er was very puzzled, the wooden sword last night, let alone inserting it into a stone, only half a sword broke a large stone into countless broken stones, but it couldn't be inserted into the ground at this time.

He looked at the sword and seemed to notice something different, he took it in his hand and checked it, although this wooden sword was not heavy, the belt was not as light as the one he held in his hand last night. Last night, I held it in my hand like a chopstick, but today I hold it in my hand a real two-foot-long log.

How so?

Ying'er is very smart, but she didn't figure it out after thinking about it for a long time.

Last night's experience was too fantastical, even if I told others, others wouldn't believe it, even my grandfather and second uncle didn't believe it.

Qi Ying'er walked to the entrance of the cave again and looked at the scenery on the mountain.

The late autumn wind is neither a knife nor a blade, but the leaves on a tree are blown to the ground by it, and the fallen leaves on the ground are so yellow that even small insects will make a crisp sound when they climb up.

The sun has long been quietly hanging in the east.

Autumn, there is no love, everything is withering, all are becoming yellow.

Qi Ying'er has good eyesight, but even if she is not good, she will be attracted to that tree.

The tree, however, is not so peculiar, but what is peculiar is its leaves.

What is peculiar is not the shape of the leaves, but the color, but it is not right to say this, the color alone is not worth making Qi Ying'er so fascinated.

The leaves of the tree were red, and the red made the whole tree look like a fire, but the leaves on the fire tree did not fall under the autumn wind.

The autumn wind is not a knife, but it is sharper than a knife, and this tree refuses to throw a leaf down in the face of such a sharp autumn wind.

The autumn wind is merciless, and since it refuses to lay down its leaves, it can only bear the damage until winter strikes it a fatal blow. The tree is very tenacious, the leaves are even more tenacious, knowing that they will eventually die in winter, but they also have to fight to the end in late autumn, and they will be covered in blood and red.

It is red like blood, but it does not come down, and it does not even want blood to flow on the ground, let alone leaves.

Qi Ying'er was fascinated by it, and suddenly seemed to understand. He looked at his right hand, at his right arm.

Blood?!

Ying'er couldn't help but clapp: "That's right, it's blood." ”

Last night, it was true that Ying'er was injured, although there were no scars at all now, but last night, the blood flowed from her arm to her palm, and then there was the shaking of the sword, and what happened after that.

At this time, Qi Ying'er was excited in her heart, "Blood, blood......"

Qi Ying'er found a flat, thin, sharp and sharp stone, and Qi Ying'er held the stone chip between the side of her left thumb and curled index finger, facing the palm of her right hand.

It is easy for a person to hurt others, but it is impossible to be ruthless when he hurts himself. Ying'er scratched back and forth on the palm of her hand several times, but it only hurt, but there was no blood. If it goes on like this, it can only hurt, Ying'er gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, and swiped it down with one hand.

I only felt another warm flow in the palm of my hand, and the blood had already flowed all over my palm, dripping to the ground, and it took a while for Qi Ying'er to dare to feel pain.

He hurriedly grabbed the wooden sword on the ground and looked at it expectantly.

Blood flowed out between Xingying'er's fingers and dripped to the ground. The autumn wind also stopped, and everything was so quiet that only the sound of blood dripping on the ground could be heard.

"Da--da--"

The wooden sword still didn't react, and Ying'er had an inexplicable anger in her heart, and threw the wooden sword on the cave wall.

Qi Ying'er couldn't feel the pain in her palm, and the blood slowly coagulated, Ying'er didn't want to believe that last night was a dream.

Didn't get out of the cave? Didn't fight with the big tiger? Didn't break the wooden sword? Didn't dream? Didn't slide down the slope? Are you really a fool? Or is you a madman? Is the swordsman fake? Mu Wuya is fake? Parents, grandfather, and second uncle are fake?

The second is that he is an extremely emotional child at heart, and the point is that he is still a child. He is what the child's personality is, and he is even more special than other ordinary children, because he is not an ordinary child.

The wooden sword that fell to the side was silent in a low voice. The blood on the hilt of the sword slowly seeped in, and it disappeared without even a trace. The wooden sword suddenly shook, and the sound was not loud, but it kept tapping on the ground. Ying'er turned her head to look, and all the complaints just now disappeared without a trace with the shaking of the wooden sword. Qi Ying'er saw the shaking wooden sword, his face showed excitement and happiness, he knew that last night was not a dream, and the swordsman was not a dream. He will eventually become a swordsman, a first-class swordsman.

Qi Ying'er walked over and picked up the wooden sword, but as soon as the wooden sword arrived in his hand, it suddenly became calm and did not move. Ying'er was still wondering, only to see that small insects kept crawling out under her hands, and they crawled out in rows. Ying'er was so frightened that she almost threw away the wooden sword, but if she looked closely, where were the insects, and these black things were actually words.

After the column of words stopped, the wooden sword was wrenched out of Ying'er's hand and stuck straight into the ground. Qi Ying'er was excited, and sat down to look at the words on the wooden sword.

On one side of the wooden sword is a column of eye-catching large characters, "Phoenix is reborn from the fire", and on the other side of the second side there are four columns of words:

All things in heaven and earth are endless, hugging each other, and the atmosphere is stable

The water does not stop, the fire does not go out, the breath is closed, and the qi runs through the whole body.

A grass and a tree, a year old and a withered, the nose of the eye, the heart of the nose

Burn but not dissolve, disperse but not dissipate, gas gathers in the body, and finally converges in the dantian

Qi Ying'er kept babbling in her mouth, thinking about people without stopping. This is the secret of the wooden sword? What are the words on it? What do they mean? He read it over and over again, Ying'er was naturally smart, and he remembered it firmly at a glance, but he never understood what these words meant.

What is the middle of the body?What is the dantian?What is the qi?

Ying'er wanted to see if there were any other words left on the wooden sword, but found that the original words were gone, and the wooden sword fell to the ground with a snap, returning to the original ordinary wooden sword.