The sleepy eyes were still not adapting to the dim morning light; the words "sun shining" were covering the boy's entire vision.

"Captain the God?"

Xingyan rubbed his eyes, looked around, and finally confirmed that he was not dreaming now.

"Is this the name of the sword?"

"Fengshen... What a big tone!"

After chewing these two words in my heart several times, I recalled the strange dream I had just had, Xing Yan couldn't help but think of:

"Is this sword spirit funny to me again?"

"Feng Shen, maybe it's just the name of the sword-caster back then? Well, this senior's surname is Feng, and the single name is "Shen".

When I thought about this randomly, my heart moved:

"I have this sword name, but I wonder if this sword spirit has a name? If not, then I would be polite. It just so happened that there was nothing wrong, so I came to help her pick it up randomly!"

Just as he thought of this, before he could respond to the sword, he found that the two large seal scripts on the sword in front of him were gradually distorting. When he rubbed his eyes two or three times before looking, he found that the "Fengshen" on the sword had now become two other words.

These two characters are twisted and twisted. Although they are self-organized and ancient and natural, they are difficult to recognize. After rummaging and recognizing them for a long time, they found that these two characters are

"Yaoguang"

"Yaoguang, this should be the name of the sword spirit, right?"

"Yaoguang, Yaoguang...the word seems to be quite familiar, but I just can't remember what it is for a moment."

"Ha! This sword can write, it's interesting!"

Thinking of this section, Xingyan suddenly remembered something, and silently congratulated the ancient sword in front of him:

"How about the divine sword? The inscription on this sword is written as 'Sword of Awakening Word'?"

Before the prayer was finished, the divine sword trembled slightly, buzzing, as if it was a coquettish sound; when I quickly went to sense it, there was no sound at all.

"Actually I'm just kidding, haha~"

Seeing that Jian Ling Yaoguang no longer paid attention to him, Xingyan had to smile embarrassedly and mock himself.

"Brother, good morning! Have you gotten up?"

The greetings are so polite and enthusiastic, it must be a good sister Qiongxiang. Looking back, it was Qiongxiang Juying and the others who were dressed neatly and were going to wash next to the Lengquan.

Running to the Xiuyun Pavilion, Xiao Qionghun said with a wrinkled nose:

"I wanted to sleep with my brother last night, but Sister Juying said that I was small and would fall off the cliff when I fell asleep at night. Sister Juying was just right in shape, but she didn't sleep with her brother!"

The little girl looked regretful and puzzled.

Such a childish girl, Ju Ying, who was by the cold spring, didn't know whether she could hear it clearly. However, the cloth scarf in her hand suddenly slid to the ground for some reason.

The boy who had always been disregarded for such childish words as little girls, suddenly turned red unconsciously after hearing this! This unusual expression passed for a while before it faded away.

Fortunately, the morning glow in the east sky is red, and it is not easy for people to see the embarrassing appearance on his face. Now Ju Ying has washed her face much longer than usual; when she came to Xiuyun Pavilion, Xingyan's expression had already replied to nature.

"Juying, you're here just right,"

When Ju Ying came to the pavilion, Xingyan asked her:

"You read a lot, help me see what these two words mean."

As he said that, Xingyan handed over the Fengshen Sword to Ju Ying.

Ju Ying held the sword and looked at it for a while, thought for a while, and then told the meaning of the inscription to the boy in front of him:

"Yaoguang, the number one star in Beidou's Paoto."

"Oh! So that's it. Ju Ying is indeed knowledgeable!"

Xingyan suddenly realized when he heard this and couldn't help but exclaim.

Ju Ying was a little embarrassed when he heard his praise; the little girl from Qiongzu looked envious, and she was looking forward to it:

"Sister Juying reads a lot of books and always gets praise from her brother. If only Qiongzu could read a lot of books and write a lot of words like her one day..."

Thinking of his first-hand dog crawling font, the little girl looked gloomy. At this moment, she heard the boy say in surprise:

"The first star in Beidou Paoto?!"

"So, this dream last night was not completely absurd."

At this moment, Xingyan told Ju Ying and others about this strange dream on Xiuyunting. Although he had always remembered the general matter of the dream, he still remembered the incident of accidentally flying up and turning into the seventh star of Beidou and fighting with the six stars of Tiangang.

"Is this a sword actually experienced this? Or is it a metaphor?"

Xingyan and Ju Ying and others carefully discussed it, but they could not explain it correctly. Finally, the Sihai Hall Master made up his mind:

"One day when I go down the mountain to patrol the fields, go to Chuanluo Street and find a star hall to help me solve this strange dream!"

So Ju Ying and Xue Yi both dispersed and went to make up their own clothes and makeup. Only Qiongzu was still standing beside the boy and said with a look on his face:

"Brother, do you often have weird dreams?"

"It's not often, but it's more recently; maybe I'm a little sleepy and dreamy. I don't know if it has anything to do with going to Huoyun Mountain to suppress bandits a few days ago."

"Well! Qiongzu has often had strange dreams recently!"

"Oh? What dream?"

"I dreamed of the fire-breathing mountains and the river that could not fall to the bottom!"

"What else?"

"That's all! I dream of a lot of things every time, but when I wake up, I only remember these two things!"

The little girl looked unhappy.

"Is that right? Haha~ Actually, it's not surprising that I dream of this. This fire-ridden mountain should be the Huoyun Mountain I went to last time; the river that couldn't fall... Ha! Did you dream about it when you saw that bad guy fall down the mountain last time?"

At this time, he didn't want to find any dream interpretation stall, so he tried his best to help the little girl solve her dream.

Indeed, compared to Qiong's many strange thoughts, the strange dream she just mentioned did not seem strange. Originally, Xingyan was preparing to hear something even more bizarre.

Now, I don’t know why the young man said it randomly, and saw the little girl giggling. Then, he jumped to the cold spring like a bird foraging, asking Sister Xueyi to help wash his face. Later, the young man also walked to the rock spring, lifted up the cold spring water to clean his face, and then sat upright in the Suyun Pavilion, asking Kou Xueyi to help him comb his hair bun and put on a Xiaoyao Taoist towel.

While Xue Yi was combing her hair, the youngster Zhang Xingyan glanced at the Sword of the Fen Shen leaning on the railing next to her, and couldn't help but think:

"Well, I have no illiterate people in the Four Seas Hall at this point!"

The early morning of Qiandou Cliff, which is slightly different from the past, ends with such a boring thought. The day that began afterwards is no different from the past.

Four or five days passed, and that afternoon, Xingyan studied the "Flying Moon and Flowing Light" method in Xiuyun Pavilion. After studying it carefully for a while, he seemed to have gained something, so he put down the volume, stood up and relaxed his waist and rested. He looked at the floating clouds in the distant mountains for a while, and then came out of the consciousness of the unceasing waterfall on the opposite mountain. The vaguely visible sound of the flowing spring was coming intermittently with the hissing cicadas in the green forest.

The green mountains, the breeze of the xu, and the pleasant sound of springs make the summer in the mountains particularly comfortable and cool.

While enjoying the gift of natural creation, Xingyan suddenly felt that he seemed to be too quiet. After thinking about it, he knew why it was like this. He walked to a stone house with a slight hand and looked in through the window.

Oh! As expected, Qiong Xuyi, who was supposed to be studying and practicing calligraphy, has now fallen asleep quietly at her desk.

Xueyi, who was resting, still maintained a clear and elegant appearance; Qiong Wan, who was lying on the desk, had her head and face on her arms, her mouth and nose slightly opened, and there were traces of water beside the corners of her mouth, just like the pink lotus and dew hanging. Obviously, this little girl was the sweet dream of noon.

And under the jade arms of the two, there were still a few pieces of paper with ink marks on it.

"The two sisters are not afraid that the ink will stain their arms."

Thinking of this in his heart, the boy raised his legs and stepped into the house, trying to pull out the pillowed paper for them.

When he entered the house, he realized that there were a few pieces of paper floating on the ground; he thought that it must be the breeze that was passing through the window that blew them down.

I picked it up casually and was about to put it back on the table. After thinking about it, I held them in front of me and wanted to browse them, which was also considered to be a check of their studies.

However, by the way, Xingyan was shocked!

It turned out that before he went out to read the scriptures in the pavilion, he taught them to copy a simple paragraph from "The Sutra of the South China·Xiaoyaoyou":

"If you take advantage of the righteousness of heaven and earth and control the debate of the six qi to travel infinity, then you will be evil and treat it! Therefore, it is said: The most man has no self, the gods have no merits, and the saints have no name..."

Logically speaking, the bamboo paper he was looking at now should be a piece of handwriting like a spring worm and an autumn snake; but now, what was presented in front of him was full of paper with agility and elegance!

"This word is written in a clear and beautiful way, concise and elegant way, and it seems to have the meaning of being soaring!"

"It's the font of 'Flying White'? But it's not similar; even if it's flying white, it's not as clear as it is..."

While amazed, he was very suspicious:

"These two girls can never write such good words. Could it be that Juying wrote before going out today? It's not right. Juying's font is elegant and charming, and it is very different from this. Moreover, the ink on the paper is clearly not dry yet."

Looking at other words, he was even more surprised:

The new paragraphs he did not teach later in "Xiaoyaoyou" are now written in large paragraphs of the same elegant and beautiful font.

"How strange! I don't know who wrote it. Could it be that some master of scholars came to visit quietly, but left without saying goodbye?"

I was really curious and couldn't help but wake up the two lazy female students.

However, the results of the inquiry and test surprised Xingyan. It turned out that the words "Extraordinary" of immortality were written by this young master in the Sihai Hall - the girl Qiongju!

Unfortunately, when facing the repeated questioning of the young man who was experiencing a treasure, the little girl just insisted that she didn't know what was going on. She was confused before going to bed and was yawning. Suddenly, she felt that she could write these words and she could write them better than before. She originally thought she was dreaming!

"It's not just a bit better."

Listening to Qiong's narrative, Xingyan muttered in his heart,
To be continued...