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 Pi Mai 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 sorrow within ten years. The greatest sorrow of this dream is naturally the death of Mu Haitang, which left countless pain to Zhou Chen. All I need is

If you 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. It is ten thousand feet tall, and it is a dangerous peak filled with tigers, leopards, insects, and snakes. In the eyes of ordinary people, Chiyue Mountain is a peerless mountain that cannot be climbed.

Mu Haitang was just a mortal woman, weak and frail. It took half a day to climb up to a height of 1,000 feet, but she was already panting.

Ning Fan glanced back and saw Mu Haitang Xiang dripping with sweat, so he squatted down and picked her up on his back.

Mu Haitang's beautiful eyes were in a trance for a while, and she lay on Ning Fan's back, suddenly showing 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 becomes empty. It is just a mirror.

But if dreams are all illusions, then paper cranes 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, and he 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, and Ning Fan listened attentively. Occasionally, a ferocious beast 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.

.

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 of them had a level 7 or above of Pi Mei. They all carried swords and were extremely heroic.

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

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, which dispersed 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 are 12 servants in the pavilion, each of them has a level 5 or above of Pimai. They can be considered as elite disciples in the sect, but they are sent to serve Ning Fan.

And the so-called head master never showed up. He 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 favored by the head of Chiyue. He passed the examination in the mountain village early, 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. Tomorrow he will come to Jianyan Pavilion in person to teach Senior Brother his skills!" The 12 servants had respectful faces and deep eyes.

But there is disdain.

"knew."

"This woman cannot enter the Jianyan Pavilion! The 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.

.

"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 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. However, ten years later, all the glory would turn into deep sorrow.

Zhihe was sleeping peacefully, and Ning Fan was sitting on the bed, guarding his side and meditating 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, but it has not been successfully condensed. It can 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 like smoke, making the smoke like sword...

He raised his fingers lightly. 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!

"

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...