You cultivate immortality, I cultivate merit

Chapter 263 Witness all my glorious moments
Shi Zelan didn't know Wanyu's pity for her, and she was stuck in a nightmare that night.

She was trapped in an ancient battlefield, with soldiers armed and iron horses forming formations to resist foreign enemies.

When Shi Zelan saw the bayonet coming, she hurriedly tried to run over to block it, but she was only a shadow.

It was getting bright and Shi Zelan woke up, covered in sweat.

Shi Xiaoliu stayed by her side and asked very worriedly: "Sister Lan, what kind of problem did you encounter?"

"I went to the ancient battlefield in my dream."

After thinking about it seriously, she immediately realized that what she was dreaming about was not an ancient war in the mortal world.

She glared at Shi Xiaoliu: "Xiaoliu, I dreamed about the battle between gods and demons. That war was too tragic and tragic."

After she finished speaking, she took out the square table, pen, ink, paper and inkstone to record it.

Shi Xiaoliu looked at her record, and the more he looked at it, the more chilled he felt.

After Shi Zelan finished recording, she breathed a long sigh of relief and turned around to see Shi Xiaoliu with a pale face.

She took a deep breath: "Xiao Liu, what's wrong with you?"

Shi Xiaoliu held Shi Zelan's arm tremblingly: "Is this all a dream?"

Shi Zelan nodded affirmatively: "Isn't it too real? When I wake up, I remember the feeling of powerlessness."

Shi Xiaoliu wrinkled his face and nodded: "Yes, we have to practice hard."

Shi Zelan took a look at the residences of Master Decheng and Master Shanzheng, and whispered to Shi Xiaoliu: "Tell me, are my uncle and master grateful for anything?"

Shi Xiaoliu had a mixture of sadness and joy on his face, and said to Shi Zelan: "Sister Lan, listen to me, no matter what, you must protect yourself first."

Shi Zelan nodded: "Xiao Liu, I have never been a selfless person."

Shi Xiaoliu looked at her: "Remember what you said."

Shi Zelan looked at him and smiled: "What are you worrying about? If something like this happens, it won't be our turn to go to the front line."

Shi Xiaoliu just smiled bitterly, and then he said to Shi Zelan: "Let's practice sword practice."

Shi Zelan jumped off the roof and had such a dream. She wanted to use sword practice to relieve some of her depressed mood.

The sword light flashed, Shi Xiaoliu refused to give an inch to Shi Zelan, pressing Shi Zelan step by step to attack and defend.

After a stick of incense, Shi Zelan gasped and said to Shi Xiaoliu: "Xiaoliu, I can't do it anymore. I'll take a rest first."

"Okay, let's practice sword fighting every day from now on."

Shi Zelan nodded repeatedly: "Okay, when you fight, you won't let me go like today."

"I won't let you. If I let you now, it will harm you in the future."

"Xiao Liu, I just had a dream. When I woke up from the dream, nothing happened."

"I understand, but this dream reminds us that we cannot relax for a moment when it comes to cultivation."

In the afternoon, Shi Zelan originally wanted to go back to his room to meditate and practice, but Shi Xiaoliu suggested: "It's better to meditate and practice on the roof."

The sky was broad, Shi Zelan was sitting on the roof meditating, and Shi Xiaoliu was watching her situation vigilantly.

It was dusk, and the wind was getting stronger. Shi Zelan opened her eyes, and her eyes were very bright.

Shi Xiaoliu felt a little relieved in his heart. When Shi Zelan was about to go back to his room late at night, he stopped him again.

"Sister Lan, you said you didn't dream about the ending of your dream last night. You can continue to meditate on the roof tonight."

Shi Zelan thought for a while and followed Shi Xiaoliu's wish.

That night, Shi Zelan no longer dreamed, but spent the night peacefully. ,
During the day, she and Shi Xiaoliu practiced sword fighting, and they practiced until they were out of breath, so Shi Xiaoliu stopped to rest for a while.

In the afternoon, Shi Zelan went back to her room to meditate. When Shenshi was about to pass, she opened the door and saw Shi Xiaoliu guarding the door. She suddenly softened her heart: "Xiao Liu, I'm fine."

"I know."

Shi Xiaoliu replied cheerfully, but Shi Zelan knew that he still didn't trust him.

In the evening, Shi Zelan took the initiative and said to Shi Xiaoliu: "I am meditating on the roof tonight. You just go into the room and meditate in peace."

The look in Shi Zelan's eyes made Shi Xiaoliu fly off the roof and he entered his room.

Shi Zelan played the flute on a whim, and the sound of the flute was melodious and graceful, which made her mood lighten up.

The moon in winter is very far away from the human world.

Under the moon, Shi Zelan got up to practice swordplay. She remembered the days when Master Pingyang took care of her.

The sword light was as gentle as water, but the sword intent seemed extremely tough.

Under the moonlight, the girl's face looked peaceful, as if she was playing the most beautiful music in the world.

When Shi Xiaoliu left the room, he originally wanted to fly to the roof, but was forced to stop in place by Shi Zelan's sword intent.

Shi Zelan put away her sword and saw Shi Xiaoliu standing below. She said to Shi Xiaoliu with joy on her face: "Xiao Liu, my sword just gained sword intent."

"I saw it."

Shi Xiaoliu smiled at Shi Zelan, with tears flashing in his eyes: "Sister Lan, your sword intent just now forced me not to get on the roof."

"Xiao Liu, I still want to practice sword practice."

"Practice, you won't scare people a hundred miles away."

Shi Zelan smiled: "I'm not a swordsman, I don't have that much power."

Shi Zelan recalled the feeling of swinging the sword just now. She practiced the sword according to her heart. She could feel that she could no longer hear her breathing.

The only thing in her world was the sword in front of her, and the sword light that was getting faster and faster one after another.

Shi Xiaoliu stood in the open space below. After getting excited, he also drew out his sword and started practicing.

In the middle of the night, Shi Zelan put away her sword, with a vivid expression on her face.

She said to Shi Xiaoliu: "Brother Xiaoliu, I have been practicing swordsmanship for so many years, and this time I feel the most fulfilled."

"Then remember the feeling this time, and practice your sword like this in the future."

Shi Xiaoliu flew up to the roof and looked at Shi Zelan very proudly: "Sister Lan, you are very powerful now."

"puff.

Xiaoliu, we are our own people, there is no need to say those false words. "

"To be honest, I'm proud of you."

"Xiao Liu, I am also proud of myself. I am proud that I have never given up on myself."

"Sister Lan, one day when you become the Elder of Transformation, will you still remember what we said while sitting on the roof?"

Shi Zelan thought about it carefully, smiled at Shi Xiaoliu and said, "After the foundation is successfully established, I should remember what we are talking about now.

But by the time we reach the stage of becoming gods, the glory for you and me should be too much.

At that time, when you ask me, I will carefully recall what we did and what we said today. "

"Yes, you are right. We must have had more glorious times at that time, and we must have more memories of being together happily."

Shi Zelan looked at Shi Xiaoliu and smiled: "Xiaoliu, I hope you can witness all my glorious moments in the future."