The Chiyue Sword Sect is located in the lower cultivation country of the Rain Realm - the Chi Country, and is the number one sword sect in the Chi Country.

Ning Fan stood at the foot of Chiyue Mountain, with the silly little paper crane beside him, admiring the scenery along the way and feeling very happy.

After Mu Haitang's appearance changed into a paper crane, his personality also changed slightly, and in the end he was almost exactly the same as the paper crane.

Ning Fan doesn't care whether this dream is true or false, as long as he is here, no one can hurt the paper crane.

He occupied Zhou Chen's body, and his cultivation level was that of Zhou Chen when he was 16 years old.

Level 3 of PiMai is really weak.

In the dream, Ning Fan did not inherit any cultivation or body-refining realm from this deity, but the power of his artistic conception was still there.

Ning Fan closed his eyes, and pieces of black snowflakes gathered in his palms.

Every snowflake is the power of artistic conception, and the artistic conception of his memories exists in the form of seven plum blossoms and wind and snow.

With the power of recalling artistic conceptions, even though Ning Fan is only at the third level of Pimai, he can be invincible when looking at the Chi Kingdom, which is just a lower-level cultivation country.

In the lower-level cultivation countries, the strongest person is the golden elixir, but Ning Fan can recall the ice and snow-sealed gods by raising his hand!

In addition, he also has the sword intention to trap the immortal, which can also hurt the enemy.

"As long as I am here, no one can hurt the paper crane. But as far as I know, among the eight hundred countries in the Rain Realm today, there is no Red Kingdom. It seems that it was massacred by people thousands of years ago..."

"The first style of Zhou Chen's Sad Sword is called Ten Years of Life and Death. In this way, ten years will flow through this residual dream..."

"If I want to break this sword and leave the dream, I must avoid any sadness within ten years. This dream is the greatest sadness. Naturally, the death of Mu Haitang left Zhou Chen with countless pains. All I need is

Protect the paper crane for ten years and keep it unscathed and without sorrow for ten years. This dream can be shattered!"

After a long time, Ning Fan gathered his thoughts and led Mu Haitang up the mountain steps.

Chiyue Mountain is very high, tens of thousands of feet, and it is a dangerous peak, full of tigers, leopards, insects, and snakes. In the eyes of mortals, Chiyue Mountain is a peerless mountain that cannot be climbed.

Mu Haitang was just a mortal woman. She was weak and weak. It took her half a day to climb up to a height of 1,000 feet. She was already out of breath.

Ning Fan glanced back. Seeing Mu Haitang Xiang dripping with sweat, he squatted down and picked her up.

Mu Haitang's beautiful eyes were in a trance for a while, and she lay on Ning Fan's back. Suddenly she showed an expression as if she had just woken up from a dream.

"Fan, Brother Fan, I dreamed of you again!" Very good, the existence of this wooden begonia was completely erased, and Huan Meng completely replaced the wooden begonia with a paper crane.

"Are you awake?" Ning Fan's tone became gentle, but his eyes became serious.

Dreams are indeed very mysterious and unpredictable. You think everything in the dream is true, but when you wake up, everything is empty and just a mirror.

But if dreams are all illusions, then the paper crane can always meet Ning Fan in his dreams again and again.

It is really difficult to tell whether life and death in dreams are true or false.

But Ning Fan became more and more convinced that even in a dream, he would protect Zhihe and not let her get hurt in her dream.

"Brother Fan, I miss you so much..."

"I know, you need to rest for a while and I will take you to a place."

Ning Fan had a thousand words in his heart, but he could only smile bitterly. He had been running around all his life, killing people like crazy. He also longed to return to the Yue Kingdom, but he had too many things yet to be completed and could not go back.

On the mountain road, only the words of the paper cranes were left. Ning Fan listened attentively. Occasionally, ferocious beasts would come out of the mountain forest and block the mountain road. Ning Fan would often scare the birds and beasts with a fierce look.

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His evil spirit and power are still there.

Half a day later, we arrived at the top of the mountain. It was already midnight and the moon and stars were scarce.

The magnificent Qionglou Yuyu, with its dim lights, floats in the clouds on the top of the mountain, like a fairyland.

In the clouds and mist, young men and women were wielding swords, all of them were swordsmen. This Chiyue Sword Sect was worthy of being the number one sword sect in the Chi Kingdom.

The paper crane had no intention of watching such a wonderful night scene, and had already fallen asleep due to sleepiness.

"He who comes is stopped!"

Suddenly, six disciples guarding the mountain stood in front of Ning Fan, blocking the way forward. Each one of them had a level 7 or above of Pimai. Each of them carried a sword and was extremely heroic.

Their eyes drifted past Ning Fan, and they all showed disdain when they saw that the latter was only at the third level of Pulse Channeling.

Looking at the paper crane again, they were suddenly startled when they saw the beautiful face of the paper crane, and their eyes flashed with astonishment.

What a beautiful woman!

"I am Yu Wei, the deacon guarding the mountain. Who are you! Why did you bring a young girl to break into our Chiyue Sword Sect!"

Among the six disciples guarding the mountain, the leader spoke up. He had the 8th level of Pimai cultivation. His momentum spread slightly and he moved toward Ning Fan with a hint of intimidation.

"I am Zhou Chen!"

Ning Fan casually flicked his sleeves, and the breeze blew through his sleeves, dissipating the remaining power and aura, but his expression remained as calm as before.

But the six disciples guarding the mountain were shocked by the power of Ning Fan's flick of his sleeves. They all vomited blood and fell back, their eyes shocked!

Even in a dream, Ning Fan would not be intimidated by Junior Pimai, and he was really unhappy with the gazes of the six people on the paper crane, so he punished them slightly.

hiss!

All the disciples guarding the mountain, including Yu Wei, took a breath of air.

The calm young man carrying the sword in front of him was actually Zhou Chen! Moreover, this Zhou Chen only had a cultivation level of 3rd level of Pimai, but he could block the momentum of 8th level of Pimai and raised his hand to injure six deacon disciples.

The means are truly amazing!

"It turns out to be Senior Brother Zhou Chen. Disrespect, disrespect... The leader has already given an order to accept Senior Brother Zhou Chen as his disciple and the chief disciple of Chiyue Sword Sect. If Senior Brother comes to the sect, he can directly go to Jian Yan Pavilion and practice swordsmanship in seclusion for ten years... ten

After years, if my senior brother is ranked among the top ten in the Hundred Sect Swords, he can leave the sect freely, and no one can interfere."

Yu Wei and others looked at Ning Fan with a hint of fear. They were not only afraid of Ning Fan's identity, but also afraid of Ning Fan's terrifying ability to raise his hand to hurt others.

No one dared to take another look at the paper crane for fear of offending Ning Fan. No matter where he went, strength was always respected.

"It won't happen again."

Ning Fan left a warning and entered the mountain gate with the paper crane on his back.

The Zhike disciples along the way had been ordered by Yu Wei to respectfully lead the way for Ning Fan, twisting and turning, and finally arrived at a pavilion with extremely strong aura, which was the Jianyan Pavilion.

There is one servant in the pavilion. Each of them has a cultivation level above the Pulmonary Pulse Level and can be considered an elite disciple in the sect, but he is sent to serve Ning Fan.

As for the so-called head master, he never showed up and accepted Zhou Chen into the sect without any sect examination.

Zhou Chen has been a genius in swordsmanship since he was a boy, and was spotted by the head of Chiyue. He had already passed the examination in the mountain village, so he did not need any examination after joining the sect.

"I have met Senior Brother Zhou Chen! The leader has expected that Senior Brother will be here tonight and ordered Senior Brother to rest early. He will come to Jianyan Pavilion in person tomorrow to teach Senior Brother his skills!" A servant had a respectful face and deep eyes.

But there is disdain.

"knew."

"This woman cannot enter Jianyan Pavilion! Jianyan Pavilion is the attic left by the founder of the sect. Without the order of the head, no outsider can enter!" Several servants looked at the paper crane with contempt in their eyes and blocked them tyrannically.

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"She is my wife. There is nothing wrong with me taking her into the Sword Smoke Pavilion. What I practice is the Sword of Love. Master will understand. If you are trying to stop me, die!"

After Ning Fan finished speaking, an astonishing evil aura spread out, shocking all the servants and disciples to obey and no longer dare to have any disdain or objection.

They couldn't understand why a mere junior at level 3 of Pimai could have such shocking evil aura!

Zhou Chen achieved great success as a young man and enjoyed unlimited glory, but all of this glory would turn into deep sorrow after ten years.

The paper crane slept peacefully. Ning Fan sat on the bed, guarding his side, and meditated cross-legged.

His eyes swept over the Sword Smoke Pavilion from time to time, and he faintly felt a trace of damaged sword intent from the Sword Smoke Pavilion.

That sword intention was left in the pavilion by the founding ancestor of the Chiyue Sword Sect. It had not been successfully condensed and could only be regarded as a semi-finished sword intention.

Rumor has it that Patriarch Chiyue was only a Nascent Soul cultivator, so it was rare for him to be able to touch the edge of his sword intent. It was not surprising that he failed to completely condense his sword intent.

Ning Fan closed his eyes and realized the damaged sword intention. The sword intention was as misty as smoke, making the sword look like smoke, making the smoke look like a sword...

He raised his fingers lightly, and a misty sword light, like smoke, slowly rose from his fingertips.

Throughout the night, Ning Fan was comprehending the meaning of the sword and gradually gained some insights.

This misty sword intent is quite similar to Zhou Chen's sword intent.

Most of Zhou Chen's future sword intentions were realized from this sword smoke.

You still have to wait for ten years in the dream, and you will have no sorrow for ten years. It is a good choice to practice this sword intention.

Outside the door, a sinister sneer suddenly floated up, interrupting Ning Fan's sword practice.

"Zhou Chen, you must be careful. You left the village to become a disciple and even took Mu Haitang with you. Although I failed to kill her in the mountain village, killing her tonight will be the same. It will definitely break your path of love and ruin your future!

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A sword-bearing Taoist with his face covered in black suddenly sneaked into the Jianyan Pavilion, used his fingertips to integrate the spirit sword light, and slashed at the sleeping paper crane.

Ning Fan's eyes darkened, and he had a guess. This hidden Taoist was probably the culprit who killed Zhou Chen's beloved, making Zhou Chen miserable throughout his life.

He can kill Zhou Chen's wife, but he can't even think of hurting Ning Fan's wife.

"court death!"
To be continued...