Sword and Jade are in a dream.

In the background of shadows and dancing like quicksand, there were three figures standing in front of Chen Qiu.

On the far left is Chen Qiu's good "friend". Chabao, a black man with evil spirits, is still full of energy as before, and his big copper bell eyes stared at Chen Qiu.

Full of murderous aura and full of hatred.

It's like a life-seeking soul.

And the one in the middle can be judged from the figure, that is the mountain ghost Gongsun Yu.

He was wearing a black long gown and a mountain ghost mask. He held the black and eccentric sword in his hand, which looked like a piece of iron or a fibrous sword.

He was full of indifference, just like a mountain ghost standing here.

Chen Qiu has seen these two people.

He can understand, too.

But the figure on the far right was something Chen Qiu couldn't understand.

He looks like an old man.

He has a long beard, a bun on his hair, and a jade hairpin that is like a woman used to insert it on the crown.

The man was wearing a wide Taoist robe and holding a whisk in his hand.

Although he was like Cha Bao, with a rolling black air all over his body, he could still see the appearance of the fairy style.

The most peculiar thing is that Gongsun Yu's black sword, like a living spiritual object, floated beside the old Taoist.

He didn't hold it with his hands, the sword flew around him.

It's like an invisible hand holding a long sword.

"Is this the legendary immortal cultivator?"

After careful observation, Chen Qiu came to his own conclusion.

This Taoist priest should be the former owner of Gongsun Yu's sword, or one of the countless sword holders. So according to this judgment, the sword in the hand of Shan Gui is still very good.

Don’t know if Gongsun Yu knows this?

Chen Qiu stroked his chin, probably Gongsun Yu must have known it.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain where Gongsun Yu's sword master who is not like a mortal, and he is illiterate, so he can't have found a peerless secret book that he practiced by himself, right?

"Try it first."

Chen Qiu grabbed the firewood-splitting axe on his waist and played with the black man Chabao all day long, and he was about to vomit.

Let’s have a different game today.

He grabbed the axe and chopped at Gongsun Yu's figure.

The next second, the mountain ghost swung his wrist lightly, Chen Qiu felt a gust of autumn wind blowing his face, which looked like the hazy gauze just now, but this time, there was a hint of yin and coldness.

Then...

His head flew out.

He couldn't even see Gongsun Yu's sword swinging, and could only see the shadows splashing out of his head in the blood.

this...

No wonder Cha Bao couldn't even get away with ten moves under him.

Chen Qiu's body recovered in his dream. This time he did not challenge Gongsun Yu, but looked at the old Taoist on the far right with great enthusiasm.

He held the axe and just took a step.

The old Taoist opened his eyes and looked at him. The black sword floating beside the old Taoist turned into a black light and flashed. Chen Qiu's entire body was instantly penetrated by the black light.

Punch back and forth, stirring into mud.

This is even more exaggerated.

Gongsun Yu had to carry a sword when he killed someone.

"It's indeed a method of immortals."

After Chen Qiu was resurrected, he reached out and touched his neck. He didn't even feel the death that time just now, nor even the pain.

However, after he was resurrected, he discovered something very strange.

The old Taoist phantom is gone.

Only Gongsun Yu and Cha Bao were left, and Gongsun Yu's phantom became much thinner, just like a smog of smoke was about to dissipate.

This made Chen Qiu frown.

He had been "playing" with Cha Bao for many days, but Cha Bao's phantom was still solid, just like the first meeting.

But this...

Ah, right!

Chen Qiu wanted to get through the joints, and his eyes lit up.

Chabao is dead.

And he died in his sneak attack, and the girl Qingqing told him specifically.

The sword jade fell when Shen Qiu and Cha Bao were fighting against each other and fell into Cha Bao's pool of blood. After Qingqing cleaned it up, she brought it to Chen Qiu again.

"I see."

Chen Qiu was moving his wrists. He looked at the phantom of Gongsun Yu who was about to dissipate in front of him, and he said:

"Only those who are killed with their own hands will form a phantom that can fight repeatedly in the sword jade. The mountain ghost and the sword only touched each other, so the challenge was only once or twice."

"It's like a soul-detaining...tsk tsk, this sword jade looks like an evil treasure."

Chen Qiu touched his chin, and he thought worriedly:

"Will I be chased and cut by a group of martial arts masters in the future?"

"It should...it shouldn't be?"

He looked at the phantom of Gongsun Yu in front of him, and an idea quickly took shape in his mind.

After a few hours, Chen Qiu opened his eyes on the bed.

He slept with a refreshing sanity.

It’s not that he defeated anyone in his dream, he couldn’t even beat Cha Bao, let alone be right with Gongsun Yu. He just found the correct usage of Jianyu and saw a glimmer of hope.

Chen Qiu and the mountain ghost went down the mountain became more and more determined.

Cha Bao and Shan Gui are too strong, he can't beat them.

So I have to find some "study" of my weaknesses, and fortunately I can practice martial arts in my dreams.

Such double or even multiple times of time planning and utilization will inevitably lead to good martial arts even if you have mediocre talents.

Diligence can make up for shortcomings, but this is the truth left by our ancestors.

Amid the sound of birds singing outside the window, Chen Qiu got out of the bed, put on his shoes, pushed open the door and walked out.

It's early morning now, and that lazy girl Qingqing hasn't gotten up yet. The lights in the mountain ghost house are still on. That guy, shouldn't he really stay up late to study?

Chen Qiu quietly walked to the mountain ghost window and looked inward.

Sure enough, Shan Gui was holding a book, his fingers were scheduling on the pages, and his concentric appearance made Chen Qiu quite ashamed.

If he had the spirit of Gongsun Yu back then, he would not have been unable to find a good hospital during his internship, but he encountered such a mess that ruined his life.

Instead of alarming the mountain ghost, he walked into the kitchen.

Half an hour later, the sun shone on the hillside, and the lazy girl Qingqing pushed the door open and walked out.

While stretching her body, she stretched her body, then yawned, picked up a few willow branches, dipped them in some grinded coarse salt, and rinsed them in her mouth.

It should have been used to rinse your mouth with good green salt, but unfortunately this is not Suzhou, so it is already very good if you use coarse salt.

"It's time to eat."

Chen Qiu shouted in the kitchen, and Qingqing's confused face immediately became vivid.

She rushed into the kitchen happily, quickly brought out a bowl of porridge with wild fruits, sat on her lame chair, and ate it fragrantly.

The mountain ghost was also alarmed. He had no habit of eating breakfast, but since Chen Qiu had already prepared it, he would benefit.

Anyway, they all use the ingredients he found.

Some of these rice were "taken" from the Northern Dynasties.

The other part is used by the surrounding mountain people to worship the "mountain ghosts".

Because Gongsun Yu killed the Northern Dynasties in the mountains, although the mountain people here did not live well, at least no one bullied them.

This is all because Lord Shan Gui is blessed.

Whenever those mountain people go to the foot of the mountain to exchange rice and grain, they will always put some in a dilapidated mountain temple under the hillside for sacrifice.
To be continued...