Ask him?
Shen Zhiyi was stunned for a moment.
Immediately rubbing his hands together begged: "Please~"
"Master Sword," she walked around and pinched the hem of his clothes, "Master Sword, the most powerful, strongest, and most generous master in the world, you will definitely not watch me stand by and watch me come in last in the competition, right?"
He is already at the bottom of the sect.
Now that she is following Cang Liuyu, if she still ranks last, then she will be doomed.
Cang Liuyu looked at her pleading expression, and her eyes, as clear as a deer's, only reflected his figure.
The long eyelashes fluttered.
Like a small brush, it swept across his heart.
He pursed his lips and pulled his arm away.
A faint red streak quietly crept up the tip of her ear.
"That's all you can do." He turned his head away and whispered.
"You agreed, right?" Shen Zhiyi's eyes lit up, "I knew you..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly smelled a strong sweet fragrance.
A green mist also spread across my eyes.
Shen Zhiyi rolled his eyes and fainted.
Cang Liuyu raised his eyes alertly, reached out to grab Shen Zhiyi's limp body, but he also felt dizzy.
It's miasma!
In the last second before he lost consciousness, he tightly grasped her hand, and the two of them embraced each other and fell into the thick fog covered with rotten leaves...
*
When Cang Liuyu woke up, he found himself lying in a sword tomb.
The ancient and cold sword surrounded him, inserted into the thick fog, and emitted a faint cold light.
He looked around with a stern look on his face.
The miasma in the foggy forest can make people fall into a fantasy world.
Let people see what they are most obsessed with and want most in their hearts.
This creates a beautiful dream that makes people intoxicated.
If you can't break through the fog, and stay in this dream forever, sooner or later your energy will be sucked away and you will die.
Cang Liuyu turned around.
He saw countless images of himself, from childhood to adulthood, always swinging the sword stubbornly in the sword tomb, slashing and stabbing repeatedly.
Everyone says he is a genius.
But only he himself knew that during those days and nights of enlightenment, he never stopped questioning himself and the way of the sword.
He looked at the sweat he was sweating.
It dripped onto the sword with a click, sweeping away his thoughts.
yes.
There is no shortcut along the way.
The obsession he endured was never the same, but his heart of truth remained the same.
The so-called ruthlessness does not mean the absence of desires.
Instead, after clearly seeing your own desires, you face them and temper them.
"The heart of Tao, the heart of sword, are exactly the original heart."
He whispered to himself in his illusion.
Suddenly raised his eyes.
In the last sword that no one held, Shen Zhiyi's face was clearly seen.
He developed a possessive desire for her.
His black pupils suddenly shrank and he took a half step back.
The Broken Water Sword was unsheathed!
The sword light tore through the thick fog, and the miasma surged back at him, but was shaken away by the spiritual power surging around him.
The barriers of the early stage of transformation began to loosen at this moment.
Cang Liuyu closed his eyes and held the sword, with the determination to break the delusion, shattering the illusion!
It also temporarily breaks down your hesitation.
When the last wisp of miasma dissipated, Cang Liuyu felt the spiritual power in his body surging like a tide.
He opened his eyes.
There was no more confusion in his eyes, instead there was a clear and cold look.
Yes.
He had feelings for Shen Zhiyi.
He saw his own desire and thus broke through.
Now he has reached the middle stage of the transformation of the spirit.
He also knew clearly that the next time he broke through, he would have to learn how to face his mortal heart.
That is, how to face her.
…
Cang Liuyu woke up first.
He moved his arms and found Shen Zhiyi lying in his arms, hugging his waist tightly.
Her eyes were closed, but there was a sweet smile on her face.
One can tell at a glance that he is immersed in a beautiful dream.
Cang Liuyu sat up, crossed his legs, and let her lie on his legs.
He lowered his eyes and stared at her silently for a long time.
He watched her frown, smile foolishly, and make some mumbling sounds.
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