Chapter 1731: The Sword Ancestor Is for Me and I Am for the Flower, I Woke up From a Dream and Forgot My Home

Chapter 1733 The Sword Ancestor is for me and I am the flower. I wake up from a big dream but forget my home.

This voice...

The voice seemed a bit old.

But it is full of energy, powerful and penetrating.

Xu Xiaoshou had never heard this voice before, and he did not recognize the owner of the voice at all.

But that tone...

"Who dares to call Hua Weiyang by his name like this? Could this be his master, that means..."

Thinking of this, Xu Xiaoshou felt a little hot in his heart.

He didn't expect to see Sword Ancestor in such a special way?

And although it's a bit outrageous to say this, but just listening to the voice, it doesn't sound like a bad ancestor, but like an ordinary old man?

At least it doesn't give people the feeling of being an evil god, ghost ancestor, etc. Just by the name, it makes people feel spooky.

"Wooden house..."

The wooden house looks normal.

It doesn't look like the thirty-third heaven of the relics of gods, or the evil spirits on the throne of gods.

This place is not serious at all, it is like a school. If the old man is teaching swordsmanship in the wooden house, can he observe it?

Cengceng miso!

Xu Xiaoshou's pace quickened, chewing the dead grass in his mouth, grabbing the peach branches around his waist, throwing off his arms and running towards the wooden house.

Sword God, here I come!

Just wait for me, wait until I arrive, and then the class will start again!

…

"Crack."

With one step, he climbed over the yellow wooden fence that could only block chickens and ducks. Before he could rush in, he felt his sleeves being pulled by someone.

"Senior Brother Weiyang!"

A low voice sounded in my ears.

Xu Xiaoshou turned his head sharply, and it took him two seconds to look at it. The portraits overlapped for a while, and then a face that was not in a hurry appeared.

He has extremely three-dimensional facial features and is very handsome. He looks about twenty years old. He is dressed in a white robe, which makes his figure extremely tall and straight.

"Senior Brother Weiyang, you went to drink again!"

"You smell like alcohol and rouge... Hey, did you just come out of there?"

"Going to see Master like this, you want to get slapped, right?"

The man in white was cursing, and he seemed to hate the iron, as if he was the head of the family, and the one who was calling people in the wooden house was insignificant.

Weiyang...senior brother...

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned for a moment.

But he reacted extremely quickly. He immediately realized something and pointed at himself.

"I?"

Gas rising from the stomach.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Xu Xiaoshou's Adam's apple rolled and he let out a smelly wine burp that almost knocked him out.

The whole body was shaken by the slightest move, and after a spasm of stomach cramps, his feet went weak, and he threw up while holding the person in front of him.

"啕——"

The man in white was all numb because of him, his white clothes were stained with shit yellow, and his complexion turned blue and white.

He finally sighed and took out a water bag from his waist, "You should rinse your mouth first, Senior Brother Weiyang, you are so disgusting..."

nausea……

No, the point is...

Am I becoming Hua Weiyang? !

Xu Xiaoshou felt much better after vomiting.

His consciousness was clear, and he was vomiting very rationally. He found that he seemed to be Hua Weiyang, jumping into the memory of his childhood?

Wow~

Shen Yi's stick, where exactly did it hit? How did it cause such a thing?

Be calm, calm, don't be too excited, even if this is the origin of history, it's not a big deal...

After wiping his mouth, he raised his head.

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes were clear for a while, and then there were multiple images, as if he was switching back and forth between himself and Hua Weiyang.

He used his senses to carefully look at the person in front of him...

Don’t know me!

Also, people from the Hua Weiyang era are also people from the Sword God era, how could I possibly know them?

"Who are you?"

Xu Xiaoshou asked directly.

The man in white was also a strong man. He helped his senior brother to the well and blurted out after hearing the sound:

"I'm your father!"

Boom!

Xu Xiaoshou slapped him away.

The man in white stumbled and fell a few steps, but he only dared to cover half of his face that was swollen with red marks. He walked back to help his senior brother and said:

"Senior brother is still awake. I just tried, tried..."

"Who are you?" Xu Xiaoshou was half drunk.

"Oh, Xiaoxue!" The man patted his chest, filled with grief and anger, "Senior brother, are you really drunk or are you pretending to be drunk?"

"Xiaoxue... Fengcheng Xue?"

Snap!

The man in white stopped and froze in place upon hearing the sound.

wrong.

You have a story!

Xu Xiaoshou was not Hua Weiyang, and he had never been drunk. He could see the embarrassment on the face of the man in front of him, but he still asked:

"Feng Chengxue, who are you, Feng Wuhen?"

The man in white, Feng Chengxue, was stunned for a long time. He stared at his senior brother, as if he was trying to identify something.

With a final sigh, he just said:

"Senior Brother Weiyang, please don't make fun of me."

"I have long since left the Feng family. Master's swordsmanship is the swordsmanship that I really yearn for. I have nothing to do with my father or the Feng family..."

So Feng Chengxue is Feng Wuhen’s son?

So after he worshiped the Sword God, he called himself "Chengxue" and took away the "wind"?

Xu Xiaoshou was thoughtful.

The two came to the well and fished out a bucket of water.

Xu Xiaoshou didn't wash his face, but Feng Chengxue felt it was dirty, so he took off his clothes and started rubbing it.

But the yellow shit stuck to his body couldn't be washed off. He quickly gave up and slumped on the wooden bench with his feet wide open: "I'm done..."

"Yeah, not only did you throw up, you threw up all over yourself."

Xu Xiaoshou stabbed him, causing Feng Chengxue to break his guard on the spot, "Senior brother, it was you who vomited. I have never been to that kind of place. Master will not believe your lies!"

This person is so alive.

He almost jumped with anger.

Such an innocent person was later killed by his senior brother or junior brother with a sword, and all that was passed down to future generations was a tombstone and a famous sword?

The heavy and desolate feeling derived from history made Xu Xiaoshou feel sad, but it was just sad... He turned around and asked:

"What is our master's name?"

"Ah?" Feng Chengxue opened her mouth wide, eyes bursting with disbelief, "How dare you forget this! Are you really forgetting, or are you pretending..."

"What's your name? Why are you speaking so harshly?"

"Oh, Master, isn't he just..."

Crunch!

The door of the wooden house was pushed open.

Feng Chengxue, who was standing by the wellhead, trembled and kicked over the bucket. She was so frightened that she stood up, turned around and bowed respectfully:

"Master!"

Xu Xiaoshou sat on the ground with his knees on his back, still holding grass in his mouth, and the peach blossom on his waist.

He didn't get up, he just looked back and said with a smile:

"You are the sword..."

Buzz!

He suddenly felt dizzy.

Because the old figure that comes into view at the door of the wooden house uses four swords as a staff and holds the pointer Yan python in his hand. His back is slightly hunched, and the face under the silver hair is clearly the face of his old self!

"I?!"

Xu Xiaoshou's body was shaken violently and he fell back in fright.

I am the sword god?

Am I the God of Swords?

He was at the mouth of the well; he was at the door of the cabin.

He was sitting by the well; he was standing at the door of the cabin.

There was a bucket dumped in front of him, and the water stains poured in and wetted the hem of his robe; he stood at the door, well-dressed, dressed in black, which was clearly what he wore in the Dead Sea...

Sword God, Gulouying!

The black figure on the top of the lone tower was never someone else, but myself?

"ah--"

Xu Xiaoshou covered his head and screamed.

Flashback!

Flashback!

Self crazy switching!

When those eyes met, when they met "him/me", Xu Xiaoshou felt that his spiritual world was completely confused.

His self-loss went from the self at the edge of the well to the old self at the door of the wooden house.

From his perspective, he could only see the old figure standing alone at the door of the wooden house, but now he could see two young people standing in shock and sitting at the entrance of the well.

His consciousness kept flashing back and switching between his young self, his old self, Xu Xiaoshou and the Sword God Gu Louying.

The world is often wrong.

Self overlap.

The vast and heavy history, past and future, is like books all over the world being torn into pieces, and the pieces being forcefully stuffed into one's own brain.

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't even see clearly the essence of "historical stories". He had been filled and squeezed by countless pieces of junk knowledge until his brain was swollen and he was about to burst.

He felt like he had gone through countless eras.

But the reality is that he only glanced at the sword god Gulou Ying at the door of the wooden house, or his old self.

When Feng Chengxue kicked over the water in the bucket, it spread under him, spreading out to the sky, bringing a cold touch.

Xu Xiaoshou covered his head, his eyes wide open with anger, and he was in unbearable pain.

He wanted to grab the ground with his head to relieve the headache, but when he lowered his head, he lowered his eyes and discovered to his shock...

There are water stains on the ground, and the sky reflected is not a blue sky with white clouds!

What appeared inside was the thirty-third heaven of the ruins of God!

"ah--"

Xu Xiaoshou raised his head in disbelief and looked at the sky.

He finally discovered that the mountains and waters were all around him, but the sky in this world was actually made up of the reflected 33rd heaven of the ruins of God.

The Shenyi who was constructed with all his strength, Overlord drew down his stick, but his body was frozen in mid-air, frozen in the sky he was looking at at this time!

"Hua Weiyang!"

"Hua Weiyang, it's you!"

Under the severe pain as if his head was about to give birth, Xu Xiaoshou finally realized the most terrifying thing:

Overlord's stick did not hit Sui Hua Weiyang's second world, or it was not too late.

At the critical moment, after Shen Yi's stick fell, but before the flower world was on the verge of disintegration...

Maybe the ending will be as I thought.

Hua Weiyang lost. In the one he was best at, he was beaten to pieces by his own stick.

But because of such a fluke, just before the outcome of the battle was decided...

Hua Weiyang captured this moment!

He prolonged the moment even more!

So, all the efforts fell short.

What he stepped into on his own initiative was not the deep memory of Hua Weiyang after she was beaten to pieces and stabbed.

It is the self-imagined "deep memory after Hua Weiyang was beaten to pieces and stabbed through" - this is the success of self-imagination, it is the situation that Hua Weiyang wants to step into on her own initiative, and it is nested in the second fantasy swordsmanship. The second world within the world!

Flowers in the mirror, moon in the water.

The moment he lowered his head and saw the reflection of the sky in the water stains beneath him, Xu Xiaoshou also saw himself clearly in the water stains and found himself again!

But it was only when he realized this...

"Bo!"

The body is crushed into pieces, like waves of disillusionment.

The water-stained world erupted with a terrifying suction force, peeling away his "deep memory" bit by bit, and sent him back to the 33rd level of the God's Relics.

…

"I……"

The mouth of the well, the wooden house, Hua Weiyang, Fengcheng Xue, and the sword god Gulouying are completely gone!

Xu Xiaoshou found out that he was back.

But instead of returning to his own side in the 33rd heaven of the Relics of God, he found that he had become the consciousness of the flower world and became Hua Weiyang!

"Me, or Hua Weiyang, didn't switch back?"

"No, I'm still in the second world!"

The world of flowers is like an arm moving your fingers.

Xu Xiaoshou's thoughts remained unmoved, but when he was angry, the earth spit out angry flowers, and when he was sad, the earth spit out sad flowers.

He felt that his state was like being dismembered by a haunted dog, and then deliberately becoming a great person to share the power of the flower world.

But the only difference is...

He couldn't find Xu Xiaoshou's self!

What he is experiencing now is Hua Weiyang's perspective, the perspective that is about to be crushed by the Overlord God!

"drink!!!"

The overlord whipped him with a stick.

God also seemed to be furious.

This heavy weapon on the heavy weapon list was suddenly bent due to the explosion of power.

"and……"

"Wait a minute..."

Xu Xiaoshou had no arms, and his body was the world. He could only make such a panicked sound, and then stopped suddenly!

wrong.

Why does this sound seem familiar?

He lost all follow-up, and the last thing he saw was that under the Overlord's stick, the whole world was rolling in the middle, crowded under the stick, and then completely shattered.

…

"Master Shou?"

"Wake up, Master Shou?"

His face was cold, as if someone had slapped him twice.

Xu Xiaoshou's body twitched violently, and he kicked his legs unconsciously, because something pulled him off in his sleep, causing him to fall into the air.

He opened his eyes suddenly and straightened up.

The Absolute Rejection that had just awakened opened up subconsciously and kept a safe distance from everything.

The clothes cling tightly to the back, as if wet with cold sweat, maybe because of the clean water of the Dead Sea? Xu Xiaoshou couldn't figure it out.

"juvenile……"

This illusory and ethereal voice faded deep in the memory.

Xu Xiaoshou didn't even notice whether it appeared in a dream or in reality.

He can’t hear it now anyway!

The flower god has a dream, and the dream lasts forever.

When he woke up from the dream, he had almost forgotten what happened in the dream. He only vaguely remembered some Hua Weiyang, Tomb Name Chengxue, Sword God Gulouying and so on...

He stood up and looked around.

Surrounded by the Dead Sea, the Holy Mountain Refuge Group, Feng Zhongzui, etc., everyone cowered in the corner.

Even Himawari Kong Yuhen was the same, looking at him with extremely horrified eyes, as if he had just opened Ultra Titan and scared them all.

He stood up and looked around again.

This is a world of flowers, with flowers blooming all around, in brilliant purples and reds. There is no concept of heaven and earth, no sun, moon and time.

Besides flowers, there are still flowers.

Eternal and eternal.

"The world of flowers..."

"Hua Weiyang..."

"Daodao?"

Xu Xiaoshou frowned.

He found that he was still connected to the world of flowers and could still control his body in the Dead Sea.

It's like a dream, like a dream, or a journey to peach blossoms. When you wake up from the dream, nothing actually happened?

"Who are you?"

He looked to his side.

A small daisy that was not tall was swaying beside her. It was the same daisy that slapped her face and made a human voice just now.

"Do you want to see me?" Little Daisy asked.

Xu Xiaoshou was silent for a long time this time.

He did not speak arrogantly, nor was he overly humble, but was thinking carefully about whether there was any profound meaning to this question.

He seemed to understand what Dao Qiongcang once told him, that the power that the Holy Emperor could exert in the Holy God Continent was even worse than that of the newly resurrected Haunted Yin. What did it mean?

He didn't seem to understand why he had such an understanding, because he had almost forgotten everything that happened in the "dream" just now.

"You're so cautious."

Little Daisy waited for a long time without a response, so she asked for trouble, swayed, and transformed into a human form.

He was wearing a big green robe with big red flowers embroidered on it. The color and shape were in conflict and unique.

The most exquisite thing is that he has a small daisy in his ear, and his smile is extremely sunny:

"When we meet for the first time, just call me Alai."

"You are the number one swordsman of the new generation, Lord Shou, who has given birth to thousands of children and has many names...'Xu Xiaoshou', right?"

Alai?

The Seven Swords Fairy Flower is coming?

Fantasy swordsmanship, Hua Weiyang, Hua Lai...

So these are all related, and they are all such a simple, crude, and unabashed relationship... Xu Xiaoshou fell silent.

"Great illusions are nothing, great thoughts are as usual."

For no reason, this realization popped into his mind. It was really outrageous!

The guy who called himself Hua Lai chuckled, walked around Xu Xiaoshou, touched his chin and muttered to himself:

"You must have met my ancestors."

"I heard that everyone who has met him is like this. In the end, they still want to see him again, don't you?"

Hua Weiyang?

Can I see him again?

Xu Xiaoshou didn't say anything, he just felt that if they met again, he should be able to perform better.

After all, this is the first time for the Kendo Pan to become a super Daoist. Everyone’s first time is green...

Um?

wrong.

Have I ever failed in any competition?

Xu Xiaoshou lowered his eyelids and fell into deep thought. For the first time, the Chaodao Huayi Dao Plate showed a feeling of "bewilderment", which made people think carefully.

Hualai stopped pacing, sat cross-legged on the soft flower ground, raised his eyes and grinned:

"Have you heard the story of 'a young man leaving Youtu, going to the green mountains under Taicheng, traveling west to the desert, and seeking the Tao of Hua Weiyang'?"

Xu Xiaoshou hesitated and shook his head slowly.

Hualai smiled, without telling a story, but said with a slightly arrogant look: "He is still looking for an opportunity to pay homage to my ancestor, but I think the ancestor will not see him."

"Why?"

"You finally spoke..." Hualai did not answer, but said, "The ancestor asked me to tell you a few words!"

"What?" Xu Xiaoshou listened carefully, but it was difficult to return the kindness from the kindness he felt.

Hua Lai didn't mind the distance the person in front of him deliberately kept, and said:

"He said, 'It's easy to transcend the Tao, but it's hard to distinguish me.'"

"He said, 'All ages are illusions, and two worlds can be the same.'"

"He said, 'The position is the same as the ancestor god, but not as good as the ancestor god.'"

After a pause, Hua Lai raised the corner of his lips, and his complacency became stronger: "I said the last sentence, but the ancestor asked me to tell you too."

"What is it?"

"Magic and evil are one, the true form of gods and demons, the birth and death of medicine ghosts, the reincarnation of the four ancestors, only... time and space are eternal!"