A path that is only accessible to one person divides it into two parts. On the left is an abandoned vegetable field, and on the right is a well with a pile of scattered dry firewood piled next to it.
The furnishings in the hut are simpler.
A pair of wooden tables and chairs, and a bag of seeds of unknown crops randomly thrown in the corner, but other than that, there was nothing else.
The young man feels.
He may have to stay here for countless years in the future, and a person's life is always a bit boring, so he decided to... plant some vegetables.
He has a do-it-yourself temperament.
Carrying water, loosening soil, sowing seeds... all done in one go. While looking at his masterpiece with satisfaction, he also stared at the pile of firewood. After all, idleness was idleness, so he decided to chop that pile of firewood as well.
I looked up at the sky.
He looked at the black sword in his hand again.
He had a sudden idea and introduced the voices of living beings he listened to and the power of living beings into the sword body!
Buzz!
The sword body trembled slightly, it was too consumed, and the trapped sword spirit seemed to be showing signs of recovery!
at the same time.
On the originally dim sword edge, a sharp edge suddenly appeared, like a thunderbolt. It split the fog in front of him and at the same time broke a certain shackles in his mind, allowing him to successfully remember.
Something!
"Xuan Tian, ​​sword monument?"
Looking at the black sword, he murmured to himself.

Chapter completed!