In the Dragon Continent, divine cultivation is equivalent to the existence of gods and immortals. The warriors are much worse. The divine cultivation has a long life and can control mountains and rivers, and is more like the legendary immortal god.

The warriors are not treated so well. Not to mention the shortcoming of their lifespan, nor are they unpredictable magical powers. However, there is nothing absolute. The divine cultivators and warriors of the same level are approached by the latter, and the divine cultivators will be in danger of their lives.

Among the divine cultivators, there is only one kind of sword cultivator who can look down on the warriors. The flying sword goes out thousands of miles away to take the enemy's head, which is domineering and unreasonable.

The gods in the eyes of ordinary people cannot escape the spell of lightning strike wood, and this influence is too great. So the lightning strike wood is within a thousand feet of radius and is regarded as an ominous place.

Even the small thatched hut where Xing Zhen is located has become an ominous place. Therefore, it is very deserted and there are very few people coming and going, and even the birds seem to be willing to pass by.

There are also rumors that Xing Zhen died because of the strangeness of Lightning Hit Mu. Xing Zhen was disdainful of this rumor. He knew that his mother's body was completely dead and had nothing to do with Lightning Hit Mu.

After his mother died of illness and there was no one around, lightning like black charcoal hit the wood became Xing Zhen’s only friend to reveal his feelings.

Both when my mother died of illness, the dull boy ignored the persuasion of the town and stayed in the hut built by her mother every step of grass and tree.

Xing Zhen was unable to work at the age of five, and Xing’s mother was sick for a long time and was getting worse. She just came to the town and was helpless and unfamiliar with her.

Xing's mother was self-reliant and built her new home with the five-year-old Xing Zhen. Her already thin body had little strength left in the day. The palm of her mutton fat beauty was beyond recognition, and the blood and water were mixed with the thick water. Not long after each time she washed it, the sticky red and yellow liquid would overflow from her skin again.

After Xing's mother passed away, Mr. Su and Uncle Shang asked Xing Zhen to move to their home many times. The dull boy insisted on refusing. He wanted to stay in the home built by his mother, and only this was his own home.

Although the family is broken, it can protect you from the wind and rain. Although the family is poor, it is an indelible ties in my heart.

After my mother passed away, the dull boy treated the lightning-hitting wood as his friend, fearing that one day the lightning-hitting wood would disappear. On a whim, he carried a small gourd to water the lightning-hitting wood again and again.

But Xing Zhen really didn't know that it was the first time when he used a small gourd to water the lightning-striking wood, when Qingyang Town suddenly condensed.

Eight years have passed and unremittingly watered the lightning-striking wood. This spring, a small bud miraculously grew on the charcoal.

A bay of willow leaves are shaking in the wind, but they are like a dull boy, and they have passed the spring tenaciously. As summer approaches, the small buds are still small buds.

The dull boy grew taller, but the small buds did not grow at all, and it was still a bend of willow leaves like spring.

Xing Zhen sat on the bright red stone slab, leaning beside the lightning-striking wood. The Buddha touched the small buds and muttered to himself: "The small buds and small buds grow up quickly, otherwise autumn will wither again."

Xing Zhen likes to lean against the lightning striker and talk to himself. Perhaps in the eyes of the dull boy, he is talking to the lightning striker.

I prefer to sit next to the lightning wood and sleep alone, because Xing Zhen sleeps leaning against the lightning wood and often has some wonderful dreams.

Every time it is a bizarre dream. But there is one thing in the same way. Every time, a beautiful fairy sister appears in the dream.

Xing Zhen doesn’t know how to describe the beauty of the fairy sister. In his eyes, his mother is the most beautiful, but after seeing the fairy sister, he found that the fairy sister is as beautiful as his mother.

My mother is the kind of beauty that is tall but delicate, and she reveals care everywhere. The fairy sister is a little bird dependent on others, but it seems to contain a sharp and sharp aura, and can only be seen from a distance and not desecrated.

However, in the dream, when the fairy sister walked into the dull boy Xing Zhen, she was really happy and afraid. What she was happy was the beauty of every dream, and what she was afraid of was the invisible sharpness that the fairy sister exuded.

I remember Xing Zhen leaning against the lightning-striking wood and muttering: "If you grow up and make more money, you can afford candied haws."

Soon after, my eyes were blurred and drowsy. That was the first time that the fairy sister appeared in a dream. In the lively town market, the fairy sister in a white dress was smiling and walked towards the dull boy.

It seemed like I had known each other for a long time, but I naturally took Xing Zhen's hand. Ignoring the nervous look of the dull boy at that time, I took the boy around and walked around the brothel market.

When passing the candied haws stall, the fairy sister deliberately pulled Xing Zhen around and asked over and over again: "Do you want to eat? I want to buy you a bunch of food."

The sharp aura that was unintentionally exuded scared the dull boy's calves so much that he didn't dare to think about the sour and sweet candied haws. His little head was shaking like a rattle.

"No, no."

The fairy sister covered her mouth and chuckled: "I missed this time and didn't have the next time!"

As the saying goes, women are fickle. Even if the truth is not passed down since ancient times, there are certain reasons. Not long after, the fairy sister pulled the dull boy back to the candied haws stall and continued to ask.

"Do you want to eat or not? I want to buy you a bunch of food."

Xing Zhen had already walked out of fear this time and still shook his head and refused.

The fairy sister pulled the dull boy to continue wandering. When she passed by the meat buns, the barbecue kebab stall, and when she passed by the Tangren'er stall, she would ask whether to fight or not.

After passing by many delicious food stalls, Sister Shen asked many times. Finally, she walked back to the candied haws stall and continued to ask questions from the old sayings.

There are two words repeated from beginning to end in the Zhengzhen: "No."

Sister Shen Xian was quite surprised and asked with a smile: "Why don't you want it? Don't you really want to eat it?"

Xing Zhen gave an answer that almost made Sister Shenxian vomit blood, and at the same time, it also made Sister Shenxian very satisfied.

"This is a dream. I was worried that after I agreed, I could bite my tongue while eating, and then I woke up from my dream."

Sister Shen said to herself in a voice that she could only hear: "Good intentions to give you some rewards, but you don't want it."

When the criminal investigation woke up from his dream, he was really holding a bunch of candied haws in his hand. Xing Zhen had been struggling for a long time, afraid that someone would harm him. It was not until he thought about it for an hour that he had realized the taste. ** He didn't have to give candied haws so much trouble, and he killed him all.

The dull boy who understands the consequences is not hesitating and enjoys the sourness and sweetness.

After a beautiful dream, the real intention of the stern was still not over. From that day on, I ran to the lightning wood to sleep.

From then on, there was a thin and dark boy who loved to sleep next to the Lightning Wood. The sleep under the Lightning Wood was extremely sweet every time, but I just couldn't dream of the fairy sister.

He was thinking hard to find the reason again, but it didn't know how long it took, but Xing Zhen suddenly realized his mind and had fewer thoughts before going to bed.

From then on, there was another young man who was dreaming next to the lightning strike wood. There was still no fairy sister appearing. Until Xing Zhen saw a fairy flying with a sword in the town, he ran to the lightning strike wood and sighed and felt drowsy.

After the fairy sister appeared, she did not say anything, hugged the dull boy's waist and rose directly to the sea of ​​clouds. She flew in the air with her feet on the auspicious clouds, and the wind was howling and rushing in her ears.

As if her wish was not over, the fairy sister suddenly accelerated. The strong wind turned into a hurricane, and it was hard to speak to the face. The entire face was twisted and deformed under the wind squeezing.

Xing Zhen understood that every time I dreamed of the fairy sister, I would be accompanied by fear. The first time I was shocked by the breath, and the second time I was even more dead.

Xing Zhen hugged the fairy sister Yang Liu's slender waist tightly, for fear that her sister would not hold it firmly and she would lose her hand. If this falls, wouldn't it be crushed to pieces? Although it is a dream, I still feel like I'll be killed. Don't sleep forever forever and never wake up from now on.

The first time I felt Xing Zhen above the sea of ​​clouds, I had no time to appreciate the scenery. After falling back to the ground, my legs were fluttering, my mind was dizzy, and I was a little dizzy.

The fairy sister smiled and asked: "I'm not afraid of taking pictures."

Xing Zhen answered without hesitation: "Afraid."

"Do you want to do it again?"

"think."

This time, Sister Shen was still very satisfied with Xing Zhen’s answer, and it really came again.

When Xing Zhen woke up, he found that he was really dizzy. Only more than ten feet from the distance from the lightning to the hut, the dark boy fell more than thirty glue and staggered back to the hut. He almost fell down.

This kind of dream is very strange, each time it is a long time apart. At least one year or more, three years. The last time is the last time I dreamed of the fairy sister, a beautiful dream two years ago, the most harmonious time.

The fairy sister was wearing a yellow gauze skirt and sat on the bluestone slab by the bank of the stream. She was soaked in the clear stream with her bare feet. The cheerful fish swayed around her feet.

The fairy sister waved and signaled Xing Zhen to approach and speak. The dull boy understood that something was wrong. When he approached, he imitated the fairy sister to sit on the bluestone slab, took off his shoes and socks and soaked his little feet into the stream. As a result, the fish fled in all directions.

Sister Shen pinched her nose and asked, "Who asked you to take off your shoes and soak your feet?"

Xing Zhen was a little embarrassed, but her skin was dark and slightly red, and she couldn't tell. She was also a little stuttering when she spoke.

"I, I saw that Sister Shenxian soaked her feet like this, so I just imitated Sister Shenxian."

"Oh? You call me Fairy Sister, why?"

"I think about it, my sister is not only beautiful but also flying."

The woman in the yellow dress smiled from ear to ear.

"Since I'm calling me sister, I'll answer you truthfully, right?"

"Yeah, yeah. Never deceive."

"Are you afraid of death?"

"Afraid!"

"If you know that your mother was killed by someone, you can't beat the bad guy. If you meet that bad guy, you might be killed by him. Do you dare to take action?"

"dare."

"If it were the general, Ji Leng, Su Qingyi and Xiao Nishizun, would you dare to take action?"

"dare."

"What about me if I change it to my sister?"

The answers of the previous few times were firm, but Xing Zhen hesitated this time. After thinking for a long time, he asked tentatively: "You are the fairy sister, you can fly. Why do you need me to take action?"

The woman in the yellow dress was not angry, but instead asked again patiently.

"Don't worry about whether I can fly or not, can I beat the enemy? Maybe the enemy will be stronger than me. If you help me, you will definitely die. Do you dare to take action?"

Xing Zhen scratched his head and said hesitantly, "Dare you dare."

The woman in the yellow dress pretended to be angry: "Why are you still talking about it? Are you very unsure?"

Xing Zhen said bluntly: "A little uncertain."

The woman in yellow dress suddenly leaned back on the bluestone slab, lay down and raised a green jade hand to block the strong sunshine in front of her forehead.

The woman in the yellow dress faced the sun, and her mouth raised a smile like a flower. Just like the flowers growing on the earth, the flower curtain facing the sun.

Xing Zhen imitated the fairy sister, but did not raise his hand to block the sun. The boy's eyes shining under the scorching sunlight were slightly cumbersome, and for some reason, he grinned heartlessly and laughed heartily.

Xing Zhen didn’t know why Sister Shen Xian was happy, but Sister Shen Xian was happy, so Xing Zhen was happy from the bottom of his heart.

Xing Zhen had such a wonderful dream for some reason, and he could not find any flaws so real. He enjoyed this beautiful dream very much.
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