Fairy, help me practice

　Along the way, no matter how Chen Yao asked questions, he turned a deaf ear, as if he was deaf.

　Now Chen Yao was too lazy to waste his breath. Until now, the man had not shown any hostility, which was considered a good thing.

　The man stopped again.

　This time, Chen Yao found that the sound of the stream in his ears had disappeared, and the two came to the source of the stream.

　"Who could have imagined that a spring the size of a buttock could spew forth a mighty river stretching across the eastern part of the South China Sea? How could a human being possibly resist such a fate?"

　The man stood by the pond with one hand behind his back, chest puffed out and stroking his beard, but the tangled beard pulled him in pain and he jumped up and down, instantly losing his mysterious demeanor.

　Chen Yao frowned: "Why did you bring me here? There is nothing here."

　There was no living thing here except him and this man.

　There wasn't even a blade of grass.

　The man suddenly turned his head to look at Chen Yao, grinning, revealing a mouthful of scattered yellow teeth, and laughed strangely "Hehehe".

　Chen Yao slightly raised the tip of the sword in his hand.

　"The beauty you're looking for is right here. Do you dare to come down with me?"

　As he spoke, he jumped into the spring, as if melting into the water without a single splash.

　Chen Yao looked at the dark spring water and rushed down on his sword.

　The spring is not big, but very deep.

　Chen Yao fell in the darkness for a long time, always following the small breath in his consciousness. He fell at a very fast speed, but he could not catch up with this person no matter what, and he became more and more surprised.

　There was an uproar.

　Chen Yao's eyes lit up, and he fell out of the pool and landed on a warm and soft ground.

　He looked up and found that the source of the water was in the shape of an extremely long and deep cone, like the fangs of an endless dragon.

　Beside him, the man rubbed his butt and stood up: "You always fall down when you come down, how do you keep your balance?"

　Chen Yao ignored him and looked down, only to find that the ground under his feet was not soil, but soft red flesh that was slowly wriggling.

　What is this place?

　He asked Yun Jiang.

　Yun Jiang took a long time to answer: I don’t know, I have never been here.

　"What on earth are you bringing me here for? Where is the person you were talking about?"

　Chen Yao looked around and found that the surroundings were hazy and phantom, as if the lake was rippling slightly due to the reflection of sunlight on the walls and roof. However, there was no sign of mountains or rivers here except for the deep pool suspended in the air above his head.

　There was only a phantom light above my head, and no texture could be seen.

　He seemed to have stepped into a strange dream.

　"I don't realize I'm just a guest in my dream..."

　The man was humming and singing as he went down the fleshy slope.

　Chen Yao had no choice but to follow, being extremely vigilant.

Chapter 326: I Don’t Know I’m Just a Guest in My Dream

　Yu Ling seemed to have returned to her childhood.

　At that time, she was a famous swordsman in Mingyang. Her father and mother were very loving. She and her two younger sisters felt that everything was so beautiful.

　"Dandan, what exactly is a sword?"

　Every time her father went out of seclusion or returned from his travels, he would ask her this question.

　"The sword is a sharp weapon."

　"The sword is the way."

　"The sword is the realm."

　"The sword is temperament."

　"The sword is selfless."

　"The sword is me."

　"The sword is unstoppable."

　"sword……"

　Yu Ling remembered every answer she gave as a child, and suddenly blurted out:

　"A sword is just a sword."

　She looked down at the sword in her hand, and the sword turned into a wisp of mist and disappeared.

　"Then do you still have the sword in your hand? If the sword is just a sword, then you don't have a sword, right?"

　Father's figure suddenly appeared, stabbing towards him with a long sword in his hand. Although the distance was still far, Yu Ling felt that his eyes were pierced by the sharp sword and he could not open them.

　She remembered how her mother had died tragically that night at the hands of a sword like his. She remembered the splattering, unstoppable blood. She remembered the scorching, yet cold, flames that consumed her body.

　At the same time, her hatred for him was overflowing. She forced open her eyes which were filled with blood and tears, and grasped the "sword" that no longer existed in her hand.

　"You old beast, go to hell!"

　The sound of swords rang out, and people from all directions responded.

　The surging sword energy is like a long river and setting sun

　, poured into the man's body.

　The man looked at Yu Ling, whose face was ferocious, and smiled with relief.

　"The sword is life, your cursed life...daughter..."

　His figure disappeared.

　The sword returned to Yu Ling's hands at some point.

　There was sticky blood on the hilt of the sword, like her mother's blood that splashed on her body and face that night.

　That night, the moon in Ming Yangzong's palace was red.

　"Dandan, what exactly is a sword?"

　Her father asked her the question again.

　Yu Ling was in a trance and answered again and again.

　Killing the phantom of my father again and again.

　She didn't know that every time she released the monstrous sword energy, she became paler, thinner, and her hair drier.

　……

　……

　"Where exactly are you taking me?"

　Chen Yao had lost track of time and had no idea how long he had been walking on this seemingly endless slope of flesh.

　I even began to doubt whether the figure in front of me, which never moved farther away or closer, was real.

　Yun Jiang and Jiu Luo haven't spoken to each other for a long time.

　The man was mumbling to himself, but Chen Yao couldn't hear clearly.

　"Still... ungrateful... can't let him go..."

　"what are you saying?"

　Chen Yao was impatient.

　As a result, the man became even more impatient and turned around and yelled fiercely: "Shut up!"

　Only then did Chen Yao see him raise his hand with broken nails to his mouth, bending over frantically and calculating something.

　"Where on earth have we arrived?"

　Chen Yao asked that person, asked Yun Jiang, and also asked Jiu Luo.

　The man glared at him fiercely, and Chen Yao actually caught a tear in the corner of his red eyes.

　This person and this place seem increasingly strange and weird.

　"I don't know either. I only know that someone seems to have set up an extremely powerful illusion here. And this person keeps counting on his fingers to calculate the correct direction." Jiuluo said softly.

　"So, you deliberately put me in trouble?"

　There was a hint of resentment in Chen Yao's tone. You know, Ling Ning might be somewhere out there, and she might leave at any moment. And now Yu Ling didn't know where she had gone, but he had plunged headfirst into the illusion maze that put him in a dilemma.

　Thanks to the two good wives and the powerful men of the South China Sea!

　Yun Jiang and Jiu Luo were silent for a while before speaking in unison: "I have a feeling this person has a great opportunity for you."

　"What do you think? Are all people at a high level as arbitrary and capricious as you two?"

　Chen Yao was speechless.

　Jiu Luo said quietly: "Many things will be understood when you reach our level."

　Although he complained, Chen Yao still believed in Jiuluo and Yun Jiang's vision, so he had to follow the person in front.

　That person stopped.

　"Have you found the way?"

　Chen Yao cheered up, quickened his pace, and finally came to the man.

　The man squatted down, held his head and rubbed his messy hair, looking a little crazy.

　"I didn't mean to leave you... I didn't mean to... Xiaoyou... I didn't know he would... It's all my fault! But I can't..."

　Seeing the man's appearance, Chen Yao was stunned for a moment. He felt really confused and couldn't help but slap him hard.

　"What's the situation now? You have to choose the right time to go crazy, right?"

　The corners of the man's mouth suddenly cracked, and it became red and swollen. After a long while, he raised his head and said in a daze, "It's too late. Everything is too late."

　Chen Yao wanted to kick him to death: "Wait a minute, you should at least tell me the general situation. Can't we just judge it together?"

　The man did not respond immediately, but stared blankly at the magic sword in Chen Yao's hand. He smiled sadly, pounced on it, and held the sword in his arms.

　Chen Yao retreated and tried to pull out the sword, but found that the sword seemed to be welded into the man's arms. He struggled and the sword slipped out of his hands.

　The man did not make any other movements. He just held the sword in his arms, pressed it against his cheek, and muttered to himself as if he was hugging his beloved woman.

　"Why didn't you wait for me?"

　Chen Yao suppressed his fear.

　He had never heard of such a powerful immortal in the South China Sea.

　"There's none in the South China Sea, but there are in Shenzhou."

　Jiuluo and Yunjiang said in unison.

　The man held the sword with a nostalgic look on his face.

　"I remember that year, you were swinging on the swing and I spotted you. You shyly walked away and nearly slipped. Your golden hairpin fell out of your bun. You turned back and glared at me in shock and shyness, but your attention was drawn to the scent of green plums and you smiled at me."

　"I remember that year, you wielded your sword to the south, facing off against the immortals alone, and saved me. That black hair, that red skirt..."

　"I remember that year, you traveled thousands of miles just to reject my infatuation, but for a beast in human form..."

　"I have never been away from you, never been away from you! But, just because you are so devoted to him, you asked me to prepare a gift for the day when his sword is completed. I shouldn't leave! I shouldn't leave!"

　He rubbed his cheek against the sword, and his face was covered in blood.

　"Who could have imagined that the day his sword was completed would be the day you and your daughter would die? Xiaoyou... you hate me for not being able to distinguish between loyalty and treachery, and I hate you for asking me to pick up some ten-thousand-year-old sword heart!"

　Chen Yao was listening in confusion, then gradually understood: "You, know Yu Ling's mother?"

　"Yu Ling?"

　The man finally responded.

　Chen Yao felt that his guess was right: "

　Yes, Yu Ling, you are the daughter of the man who forged this sword. You know, that man didn't completely kill them both that day.