After seeing his father, Yang Chen returned to his house, feeling depressed and unable to sit steadily. He paced back and forth in the house, holding the hilt of the sword at his waist in his hand, holding it very tightly. Before he knew it, he walked to the mirror and faced the "general holding the sword" in the mirror. He didn't know whether the sword in his hand would be pulled or not.

Just as hesitated and in a daze of thinking, the "general" in the bronze mirror actually "get rid of his "stasis" and "moved" in the mirror!

This sheep was scared! He could not believe his eyes for a moment, or out of the instinct of "defense", the sword had been pulled out of the sheath with a "scarlet" sound. The sword body reflected the candlelight in the house and shot onto the bronze mirror, and reflected back. In front of his eyes, a "sword light" suddenly pierced, which made him close his eyes, open it quickly, stare at the mirror, and see:

The "general" in the mirror, who was exactly like him, pulled out all the swords, first held them upwards, making a piercing action to stab the sky, and then downwards, making a piercing action to the ground; then, finally, the sword came over and wiped it into his neck...

"ah!"

Before she could have time to be afraid or not, the sword in Yang Chen's hand had already taken action before her thoughts, knocking down the bronze mirror in front of her to the ground with a "bang" sound, and rolling "bang" for a long time. After walking a "spiral" path that was gradually curling, the angle of inclination became larger and larger as the rolling speed accelerated, and finally, after the staggered cross between the upper and lower wheels on the ground, it was like a dense drum to the last moment, extremely loud and extremely dense, and finally the mirror body remained motionless and returned to silence.

Yang Chen didn't even dare to pick up the mirror with his hands, but was still in shock and slowly approached. He used the tip of his sword to lift one side carefully and then slowly raised it up. The oval dark light reflected from the bronze mirror was not deformed and distorted. Only then did he dare to lift it hard and completely flip the entire bronze mirror. The round reflective mirror image reflected onto the beam of the room, illuminating a regular light that had never seen the sunlight all day, and reflected it again, adding a slight "upgraded" light effect to the room.

After confirming that there was no movement, Yang Chen slowly walked forward, put his head up, and looked at the image reflected from the mirror. He saw that he was just himself, holding a sword, a raised toe, a very wide and long robe, a long and shiny sword body, and a small face full of fear from afar.

Yang Chen threw the sword to the ground, squatted down, and solemnly held the bronze mirror with his fingers trembling slightly, wiped it carefully with his sleeves, and then faced the candlelight, reflecting his face illuminated by the candlelight on this bronze mirror, carefully observing the "strange self" inside that was so familiar that it could not be more familiar.

"Just now, was it because I had an hallucination? Will I use my sword to commit suicide in the future? How is it possible? I live so seriously, my family is well and happy. What reason is there to make me need to kiss myself and apologize? Is there anything I have to do? Is this what it means if I rebelled, then this will happen in the future?"

When Yang Zhen thought of this, he couldn't help but sweat!

He quickly pulled the mirror back and put it back to the mirror box. Then he thought about it and was worried. He went aside and brought a large bundle of books, pressing them all on the bronze mirror. He was sure that there was no possibility of "it" turning it over again. Then he relaxed a little, took a step back, raised his sleeves to wipe his sweat, and breathed rapidly just now, and then gradually calmed down.

Just as he was shocked, the voice of Lu Yuan girl speaking to the subordinates came from outside the door:

"Put the colorful silk, it's going to rain. Put multiple layers of tung oil felt pads, don't sprinkle it!"

Then, the door creaked and was pushed away by the lady's maid from Lu Yuan, and she added:

"You all go down and rest!"

Just come in by yourself and close the door casually.

The desolate Yang Chen in the door was covered in sweat and his face turned pale. The sword that was inextricably linked to the ground was not picked up. This made the originally happy Lu Yuan girl smell an ominous smell as soon as she entered the door.

"Sir, how are you? You're so lost? You're falling down with the sword-type fruit level!"

Lu Yuanneng took two steps quickly and picked up Yang Chen's sword on the ground. The hilt of the sword was rushing upwards. He held the hilt of the sword and walked to Yang Chen. While looking at his eyes, he grabbed the sword sheath and gently inserted the sword body into the sheath. He was sure that it was fine. Then he grabbed Yang Chen's hand and asked:

"Sir, don't scare me! What happened? Let me listen to you? Come, sit down and drink a glass of water first!"

He pulled the silent Yang Chen back to the table, and Lu Yuannu also delivered the tea. When he saw him take it, he felt relieved.

"You talk!"

"Madam, I think it's not us, but we should be an ordinary person for the rest of our lives. Just a few good things! Don't be greedy for wealth and honor, and you will be granted the title of marquis and lords. You will have a field, a forest, a house, I will farm, you weave cloth, and live happily with a pair of children. Wouldn't it be like a god? We should be like this now, and we will not sleep peacefully day and night, and be in panic all day?"

Yang Zhen suddenly expressed his willingness to live a life of "retire the armor and return to the field", which surprised Lu Yuannu.

He has always given himself a sense of security, which is a positive attitude of moving forward forever and never giving up; but what is the stimulation he is today that he suddenly feels so frustrated?

"Sir, it is a blessing to go back to the countryside and be a farmer and a woman; but if this is the case, I am afraid that in a few days, you will be tired and wonder what will happen to you when you are now?"

The girl of Lu Yuan had not figured out what stimulation sheep was, but she just half-spoken and half-spoken to imagine that sheep might have been tired, tired, and discouraged for a while. After being down, she would cheer up again.

For her, she could not live a life of a "peasant woman", so even if she "persuads", she had to cleverly "persuads" towards the result she wanted.

"Have you ever thought that one day I will grow old, weaken, unable to ride a horse, unable to pull a bow, and unable to swing a sword for one day? If there is another chaos and chaos in the army and civilians, we will not be able to fight each other. Even in the end, we may have to break our own way of life and die well. If this day, will you be greedy for today's power and do not give up your wealth and food?"

Each of the "assumptions" of Yang Chen led to the "dead". The girl in Lu Yuan felt the strong "negative energy" and became uncomfortable all over. So she quickly held Yang Chen's hand tightly, barely keeping herself smiling, and said:


Chapter completed!