"Senior Brother He, do you want a sword?"

"Yes, there is Senior Brother Lao. ”

The disciple on duty in the Gathering Spirit Hall today opened the jade slip that recorded the inventory and found the belonging of the sword weapon: "Senior Brother He, there are still 360 sword weapons in the Gathering Spirit Hall now, of which 43 are flying swords. Senior Brother He needs what kind of sword weapon, worthy of the spirit contract?"

"I'm still early from the Yudan, so I don't need a flying sword, just find an ordinary sword weapon with a spirit contract of about three thousand for me. ”

The disciple on duty nodded, and said to Yu Jian: "What Senior Brother He wants, there are three swords that are suitable." A mouthful of 'Lei Yan' is cast by an elder who takes nine turns of thunder sand and red fire copper, which can control thunder and fire, and is worth 2,800 spirit deeds. A mouthful of 'frost', refined by the thousand-year-old ice of the extreme north, is the result of Xuanjing Zhenren's travels in Xuanwu Continent, and is worth three thousand spiritual deeds. There is also a 'heavy abyss', which is cast by the Tianxin Xuaniron, which is not very strange but strong, worth 3,200 spiritual deeds, and the jade slip does not say where this sword came from. ”

"I don't know where it came from?" He Weiji was more interested in this "heavy abyss" than the other two swords. I came to the Gathering Spirit Hall to find a better sword to practice the Qingxu Sword Dao, and there were no special requirements, before my own hundred refining steel long sword was not tough enough and broken, since this "heavy abyss" is extremely tough, it also meets his own requirements.

"This 'heavy abyss' has been in the Spirit Gathering Hall for many years, probably because some elder threw it here at will without a record. ”

"I'm going to have this 'heavy abyss', which is three thousand two hundred spirit deeds. He Weiji took out a stack of purple spirit deeds from his arms and handed them to the disciple on duty. A moment later, a simple and thick sword was placed in front of his eyes.

He Weiji picked up the long sword, and suddenly felt a heavy weight, the whole sword was pitch black, without a trace of pattern decoration, neither good looking nor easy to use. The true qi is probed, it is worthy of what the disciple on duty said, there is no miracle, but it is extremely strong, no wonder it has been placed in the Spirit Gathering Hall for so long, and no one has come to use it. There are two words engraved under the sword body, which is "Chongyuan", the words are not big but the pen is full of edge, just look at it and feel the sharpness. He Weiji thought about it for a while, there was no elder in the door with such handwriting, could it be that it was left by the predecessors of the ancestor generation? It was only a few years.

He thanked him for not being a disciple on duty, and took the Chongyuan Sword to Yanwutai to continue practicing Qingxu Kendo. In the past, the lively Yanwutai was empty, but these days it is empty, just because He Weiji and Ye Yushi found the Gathering Spirit Stone Vein in Woniu Mountain, and most of the disciples of the Qingxu Sect were sent to mine and patrol. No one disturbed, He Weiji was happy to be quiet, and after a little breathing, he practiced the sword style of the Qingxu Anode Sword, although the Chongyuan Sword was heavy, with the fierce Anode Sword, it was extraordinarily combined. After a few hours of practice, He Weiji was sweating profusely, and his heart was very hearty, so that the heavy Chongyuan Sword was no longer sparse, and he also had a little more understanding of the Qingxu Anode Sword.

In the days that followed, he practiced anode kendo in the martial arts arena during the day, and returned to the quiet room at night to cultivate qi Zhou Tian to prepare for returning Dan. After more than half a month of going back and forth like this, He Weiji's cultivation in the anode kendo was also smooth sailing and quite refined. The three-foot sword gang has been refined to one zhang, and the gold and jade are invincible, and there is a small success in the realm of "anode sword". At the same time, in the cultivation of the Taiyi Sutra, He Weiji has also made a lot of progress, the thick Qi Sutra is in the eight veins of the true air circulation, Xiao Zhou Tian is also more smooth and natural, and there is already a condensation of jade liquid in the dantian.

It's night, the cicadas are noisy, the forest is quiet, and the birds are singing and the mountains are secluded.

He Weiji was in a mess in front of him, with thick smoke billowing and trees falling down. The brothers and sisters were all running around, and one by one they grew up and shouted, but He Weiji was like he was deaf and couldn't hear anything.

He saw that Senior Brother Feng Tang and Xu Feng were seriously injured and fell to the ground, and Senior Brother Long Zemu hurriedly stepped forward to help him up. As soon as the two of them stood up, a bucket-thick thunderbolt fell from the sky, right in front of He Weiji's eyes, blasting them into powder.

"No!" He Weiji couldn't help but open his mouth to shout, but he couldn't make a sound.

The fire that could not be seen at a glance scorched all the plants and trees as far as the eye could see, and the sky above was chaotic and dark, without sun, moon, stars and fights, and only a huge figure could be vaguely seen, walking slowly in the smoke, raising his feet, stepping down, and the earth shook the mountains.

The surroundings are clearly so noisy, but they are silent, and the fire in front of them is clearly soaring into the sky, but He Weiji is like falling into an ice cave.

At this time, a hand was on He Weiji's shoulder, and when he looked back, it was Ye Yushi's beautiful face. She frowned, looked eager, and kept shouting to He Weiji.

"Senior Sister Ye, what are you talking about? I can't hear it!" He Weiji grabbed Ye Yushi's hand and shouted sadly, "I can't hear it, I can't hear it!"

Out of the corner of his eye, a flying sword shot from the sky, turned a corner in midair, and plunged into Ye Yushi's body from behind. The next moment, Ye Yushi's body turned into a pile of dust, which drifted away with the wind in He Weiji's hands.

"Senior Sister Ye!"

He Weiji woke up suddenly and sat up suddenly. The strange scene of the overturning of the world is no more, and he is still lying on the bed, the tables and chairs in the quiet room are as usual, the cicadas are singing outside the window, and the cold moon and stars are shining.

It turned out to be a nightmare.

Xu is sword practice during the day is fierce, the Chongyuan Sword itself is also very heavy, after returning to the quiet room, He Weiji was sleepy, did not meditate and cultivated, and fell asleep directly on the bed. This sleep is another nightmare, and it is already the middle of the night when I wake up.

Nightmares are not uncommon, He Weiji often had nightmares when he was a child, and every time he woke up, his mother hummed a song to him to help him fall asleep again.

However, since he practiced on the mountain, the sky and the earth are wide, and his mood is indifferent, not to mention nightmares, even ordinary dreams have been done less, but occasionally in a daze, the figure of Ye Yushi will appear in front of him.

But this is very unusual for a while, after returning from Woniu Mountain, He Weiji often has nightmares, dreaming of similar scenes, nothing more than disasters everywhere, the sect is ruined, everyone is running and shouting in a mess, and has been killed by the magic weapon that came from nowhere.

It's just that in each dream, everyone's way of dying is different. In the last nightmare, the two senior brothers, Feng Tang Xu and Long Zemu, were not killed together, but were killed by different methods. Senior Brother Feng Tang Xu was trampled into a pulp by the soles of a giant, while Senior Brother Long Zemu died in the fire.

Ye Yushi was the same, in the last nightmare, she was not killed by a flying sword, but disappeared without a trace in an instant in a dazzling white rainbow.

There was even a dream, He Weiji also saw the real person of Kongji, he was covered with scars and his face was bloody, and he was no longer as stern as before, but looked at He Weiji with relief and smiled, but saw that He Weiji's back was cold and trembling.

As the saying goes, there are thoughts in the day and dreams in the night, but why did he dare to swear to the way of heaven, how could he have thought about these scenes in ordinary times?

It's just a nightmare, why do you have similar nightmares over and over again?

The same nightmare is enough, why are the details different in each dream?

What's even more strange is that what people see and hear in dreams is often very real, but these nightmares seem to be real and false, even if He Weiji is there in person, he still feels a little alienated.

Recalling that day, the Woniu Mountain duel broke the soul, the Liuhe wheel sword talisman cut through the mountain, and the Changhong shot the treasure to shine in the world. He Weiji's heart always felt that something was blocked, and he couldn't tell or understand.