Chapter 61: The Sword of Heaven and Earth, the Death of a Young Man (Part 4) With this grab, he grabbed...

The young boy hugged the Taoist's arm and shook it, saying, "Really, sir? Everyone says I'm stupid. My senior brothers and sisters all laugh at me privately, saying that my intelligence is not yet awakened, my spiritual roots are not yet developed, and I can't achieve anything great."

The Taoist fox asked in return, "What great things do they mean? What great things do you want to achieve?"

The boy shook his head, lowered his arms, and looked at the moon. "I guess the great things you're talking about are becoming the best cultivator among the hundred schools. I just want to be like the blacksmith at the village

entrance, forging tools that satisfy everyone." "That's good," Doctor Fox said as he stood and left. After two steps, his figure disappeared into the night.

The boy skipped back to the high pavilion behind him.

Ye Qingzhan couldn't believe his ears. He whispered, "Mingche, do you remember anything? You and Doctor Fox..."

Mingche stared at the boy's back, stunned.

The barrier had a time limit. Ye Qingzhan patted Mingche and glanced at Wen Gu. Wen Gu understood, and a flower blossomed from his palm. He gathered the group together, unleashing another wisp of Yin Sha. He followed the young boy, intending to enter his dream.

Ten-year-old Mingche took off his shoes, pulled a book from under his pillow, and began to read against the headboard.

Ye Qingzhan, using the method the exiled immortal had taught her, transformed the three of them into tiny paper figures. She remained hidden within the barrier, clinging to his shoulder and leaning over the book he held.

It was a collection of weapons atlases, detailing the forging process.

The boy studied for a moment when someone knocked on his door.

A handsome young man and woman, about sixteen or seventeen, walked in with smiles

. The boy sat up straight in bed, then stood up, calling out with a smile, "Senior Brother Tianjin, Senior Sister Tianxue."

The woman smiled back, "Junior Brother Ache, there's no need to be so polite."

Wen Gu, within the barrier, shifted his gaze to Ye Qingzhan, his eyes dark. Ye Qingzhan blinked, avoiding the resentment in his eyes.

Fifteen-year-old Mingche also looked at Ye Qingzhan and whispered: "Sister, how many names have you chosen? It turns out that little brother is not the first one?"

Some things are better left unsaid. If they are said out loud, it will easily make those who already care about you care more.

Wen Gu's face suddenly darkened.

The barrier was soundproof. Ye Qingzhan covered the mouth of the big-eyed boy and said, "Shh, if you say it again, I will have to coax you."

The ten-year-old Mingche felt that his shoulders were a little heavy, and raised his hand to rub them. The three people in the barrier slid down his back and hid behind the pillow.

The young man named Tianjin glanced at the album in Mingche's hand and said, "Junior brother, do you like swords?"

Mingche nodded and said, "I don't have much talent for cultivation. I used to like watching the blacksmith at the village forge swords."

Tianjin returned the album to him and said, "Everyone in my sect is a sword cultivator. When I finish my studies, can you make a sword for me?"

Mingche hugged the album and nodded quickly, "As long as you don't mind, Ache will do his best to make you the best sword in the world!"

Tianjin smiled and said, "Okay, I'll wait and see."

The girl Tianxue beside him took the album and tapped Tianjin on the head, "You are "Big Brother, you only know how to bully me, little Junior Brother! I just came to the academy and I'm asking you to forge a sword!

You're such a flat-faced fool! Don't forget the important things we came to discuss with me, Junior Brother!" Tian Jin laughed heartily, his eyes growing serious as he looked at Ming Che. "Junior Brother, unless you have something important to discuss these days, don't leave the academy..."

Ah Che blinked. Though he didn't know what had happened, seeing the serious expressions on his senior brothers and sisters' faces, he said, "Okay, I won't go out."

Tian Xue glanced at Tian Jin, patted Ming Che's head, and said, "Don't take to heart what the brothers and sisters in the academy say."

"Did they say anything?"

"..." Tian Xue's eyes were gentle, and seeing his innocent gaze, she sighed softly inwardly. Sometimes, being slow isn't necessarily a bad thing.

Tian Jin patted Ming Che's shoulder and said, "It's nothing. Remember, if anyone in the academy bullies you, come to me, Senior Brother, and I'll take care of them."

Ming Che accepted the book Tian Xue returned and smiled, saying, "Thank you, Senior Brother."

After Tian Jin and Tian Xue left, Ye Qingzhan glanced at Ming Che beside him, and then at "Ming Che" who was sleeping on the couch with a book in his arms, only to hear him mumbling in his dream: "Mom."

Wen Gu lowered his eyes and glanced at the two people beside him, then built a spiritual bridge and entered Ming Che's dream...

"Mom, except for me, all the other children in the school can recite the poem "Quiet Night Thoughts"... I'm really stupid."

The little boy walked dejectedly on the busy street holding his mother's hand, with the other little hand hitting his drooping little head.

If it weren't for the woman beside him, the little boy's back would have been so lonely and pitiful.

Ye Qingzhan, who was standing behind the stone pillar under the eaves, wanted to hug him when he heard the sad tone.

Fortunately, the pretty woman reached out and grasped the accusing hand. She knelt in front of the boy, pinched his cheek, and said, "Why are you hitting yourself?"

"I feel sorry for Mom," the boy said, his head still bowed. "Dad passed away early, and Mom raised me all by herself. The teacher said I'd be wasting all Mom's hard-earned money if I couldn't learn. I..."

The woman lifted the boy's chin, making him look at her, and then said, "Have you studied hard?"

"I..." The boy wanted to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.

Behind the pillar, Ye Qingzhan glanced at the silent but attentive boy beside her, then at the boy who barely reached her mother's waist. She understood why he hesitated to speak.

The boy looked no more than five or six, but there was a dark spot around his eyes. She thought, this child must be studying hard, but the results are minimal.

The results of hard work are unsatisfactory, but the process of hard work is hard to describe. Even

if she told him, who would believe her?

The woman stared at the boy for a long moment. She raised her slender finger and pointed at the dark circles around his eyes. She feigned anger and said, "Last night, when I told you to go to bed, did you actually sleep?"

The boy suddenly raised his head again, his eyes wide open. Under his mother's slightly serious expression, he answered honestly, "No, I didn't finish my homework, so I didn't dare go to bed."

The woman listened, chuckled, and gently scratched his nose. "What else?"

The boy was silent for a moment. Then, under his mother's smile, he whispered, "I

spent half the night reading the weapon manual I drew for me." "You!" The woman stood up, took the boy's hand again, and walked away. "From now on, study during the day and get enough rest at night."

"Okay."

The two of them moved forward, stopping at a blacksmith's shop on the street.

The boy's large eyes stared unblinking at the sparks.

Quietly following Ye Qingzhan, he heard Mingche whisper beside him, "So, that book was hand-painted for me by my mother."

...

Little Mingche's dream was chaotic. Amidst the flying sparks, the two of them and the ghost learned a great deal in passing.

This woman, known as Ah Shui, was truly gentle and gentle. Her husband had passed away due to illness, leaving her to raise Mingche alone. She had a beautiful handwriting and made a living by copying books.

Because of her gentle temperament and elegant, quick handwriting, Ah Shui was well-known among the prominent scholars and gentry of Changluo who loved literature and collected calligraphy and paintings. However, God is jealous of talented people.

In her dream, five years passed in the blink of an eye.

Ah Shui faced the mirror, slowly wiping away her makeup, revealing a pale and frail face. Her bony fingers wrinkled the handkerchief on the table. Ah Shui's gaze passed over the dressing table and out the window.

The Taoist White Fox was by the window.

Behind Ah Shui, two people and a ghost, hidden in the barrier, stared at each other in bewilderment.

A gentle snore echoed from the bed.

"Master, you're here," Ah Shui's voice sounded like a thread about to break, weak and bitter. "Thank you for your willingness to accompany Mingche and protect him these past few days."

What Ah Shui said was also witnessed by Ye Qingzhan and Wen Gu in Mingche's dream.

Changluo is full of noble people, and the upbringing of children is important. Some children, perhaps influenced by the atmosphere at home, take advantage of their "profound knowledge" to look down on their less intelligent peers as soon as they grow up.

Mingche was slower than others in his studies and often wore a silly smile, so some of the neighborhood children called him "fool" and "idiot," and some even beat him up.

Dr. Fox had saved Mingche from those children.

Mingche thought of him as a good person, and so did A Shui.

The two ghost ferries in the barrier, however, felt differently.

"Master, you can take everything A Shui has. I only ask that you take good care of my children after A Shui leaves."

The sick often entrust their trust to those they trust, but—is

a person who has caused hundreds of children to be deformed really worthy of trust?

Ye Qingzhan looked out the window.

The fox man in a white Taoist robe clasped his hands in his sleeves and nodded.

Ah Shui smiled, as if he understood something, then turned around and looked at the young man who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, and closed his eyes with a smile on his lips.

Dr. Fox walked through the wall, touched her brow with his fingertips, and a golden bead came out from her forehead and was put into his sleeve.

Ye Qingzhan thought to himself, as expected, how could this fox help others for no reason?

Ah Shui turned into a skeleton, lying on the dressing table.

Mingche was in the barrier, biting his arm and shedding tears. Ye Qingzhan looked at him quietly, then looked at the bed.

The young man on the bed also had a deep wet mark at the corner of his eye.

The dream was broken, and Mingche woke up with a book in his arms.

Ye Qingzhan hurriedly controlled the barrier, letting several people fall on the windowsill. He whispered: "This barrier has a time limit, we have to go back to the inn quickly."

Wen Gu nodded to her, Mingche wiped away her tears and said "hmm".

Flowers bloom in the palm of the hand and turn into lotus when they fall to the ground. The three of them hid in the barrier that was about to break, and returned to the inn with the black lotus.

The people in the inn who were poisoned were still sleeping on the bed, but their bruised arms were slowly becoming thinner. Knowing that she was powerless, Ye Qingzhan pulled Wen Gu and Ming Che back to the room.

After closing the door, she asked, "Ming Che, did what you saw in your dream today remind you of anything?"

Ming Che blinked twice and stammered, "I, I seem to have died in a melee."

Ye Qingzhan remembered how he looked at the gate of hell. The crack from head to toe really looked like it was split by sword energy. Moreover, judging by the depth of the crack, it looked more like a sword energy sweeping from behind.

"Who is it, and attacking by surprise..."

The unfinished words were stopped by a shadow passing in front of the door. Ye Qingzhan followed Wen Gu to the paper window that had been punctured before, and looked outside the house quietly.

A person with a familiar face pushed open Zi Yuan's door and walked in.