novellhall Chapter 54: The Great Dream Sword, the Happiness of the Rich
Chapter 54: The Great Dream Sword, the Happiness of the Rich
Chapter 54: The Great Dream Sword, the Happiness of the Rich
The blue wings, with a hint of gold against the backdrop of the setting sun, appear even more sacred.
Jiang Siming stretched out his finger, and the golden-blue butterfly slowly landed on his finger.
“I don’t know whether Zhou dreamed of being a butterfly, or the butterfly dreamed of being Zhou.” Jiang Siming couldn’t help but murmur.
Jiang Siming looked at the butterfly calmly, and seemed to be fascinated by it.
The Xianjian was unconsciously released from behind, not from his hand, and lingered around Jiang Siming.
If someone saw him at this moment, they would find that Jiang Siming had a very strange aura around him, which was extremely mysterious.
Am I the butterfly, or is the butterfly me?
Jiang Siming's fingers trembled lightly, and the butterfly flew up again. Jiang Siming's fingers lightly drew a faint sword energy towards the butterfly.
When the sword energy touched the flying butterfly, it did not split into two as expected. It was just that for a few seconds the flying butterfly seemed to lose consciousness and fell vertically to the ground, then woke up in time and flew away in a hurry.
"Life is like a dream!" Jiang Siming said with emotion.
Jiang Siming finally understood the true meaning of the Xianjian sword at that moment. Was he trapped in reality or in a dream? Who could tell?
"Just call you Damengjian!" Jiang Siming said lightly.
Jiang Siming's understanding of the Great Dream Sword was only preliminary. Letting the butterfly sink into the dream for a few seconds was already the limit.
The Four Swords of Zhu Xian bring Jiang Siming four different abilities, each of which is extremely powerful.
The Juexian Sword represents the ultimate attack power, while the Luxian Sword represents the power of killing and endless killing intent. The Xianjian Sword is a dream. The Zhuxian Sword represents the tyranny of those who obey me will prosper and those who disobey me will perish.
"It's nothing but a dream, let alone a lonely shadow reflecting the beauty!" Jiang Siming smiled faintly.
In addition to testing one's natural talent, cultivation also requires a practitioner's state of mind. The test of the Immortal Sword had already brought Jiang Siming's state of mind to an unfathomable level.
Night falls in the mirror world.
"Damn it! Even if your combat thinking is the same as mine. Well, then I'll play a little differently with you!" Jiang Siming said in his heart.
The two Jiang Simings stabbed out with their swords one after another, and the Evil God Hook suddenly appeared behind Jiang Siming, turning into a long Evil God Spear, insidiously attacking the crotch of the fake Jiang Siming.
The fake Jiang Siming was only dazed for a moment, then he resolutely rushed straight towards Jiang Siming without any resistance.
The two of them died together in the end, but the fake Jiang Siming had one less piece of flesh than the real Jiang Siming.
Early in the morning, Jiang Siming escaped from the mirror world.
"Didn't dodge? Is that what I was thinking?" Jiang Siming couldn't help but shook his head. His crotch tightened subconsciously.
"Knock, knock, knock! Brother Siming, are you awake?" Tang San's voice came from outside the door.
Jiang Siming stood up and opened the door.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Siming asked.
"Uncle Ning asked someone to invite me to meet you at Qingyaxuan at noon." Tang San said.
Jiang Siming could also understand Ning Fengzhi's anxiety. After all, this was a major matter for the sect. Now that he had some clues, he naturally wanted to get to the bottom of it.
After Tang San left, Jiang Siming simply washed up and found Zhao Wuji again.
"Si Ming, you haven't come to see me for a long time. Why do you suddenly think of me now?" Zhao Wuji said with some jealousy. After all, from an emotional point of view, Zhao Wuji and Jiang Siming have a very close relationship.
"I came to see you, let's do our morning exercises!" Jiang Siming spread his hands and smiled. He didn't expect Zhao Wuji to be in such a mood.
"So I'm just a tool without emotions. I'm going to beat you up today." Zhao Wuji clenched his fists and said unhappily.
"Come on! Let me see what your current level is?" Then he immediately released the powerful Vajra Martial Spirit.
Jiang Siming also became serious and released the Xianjian Sword. A mysterious aura emanated from Jiang Siming's body.
"I've never seen you use this sword. What strange abilities does it have?" Zhao Wuji said puzzledly, unable to see through the aura surrounding Jiang Siming.
"Teacher Zhao, why don't you just give it a try and know?" Jiang Siming didn't say much.
"The Great Dream Sword, the first sword. Enter the dream!" Jiang Siming shouted softly and swung out with the sword.
Zhao Wuji took a defensive stance and activated his third soul skill. A golden defensive wall appeared around him.
The white sword energy directly penetrated Zhao Wuji's defense and instantly hit Zhao Wuji's forehead.
Zhao Wuji's defenses quickly collapsed, and his martial spirit suddenly disappeared. But he recovered in just a moment, looking a little confused.
"Jiang boy, what kind of soul skill is this? Why did I feel like I was dreaming just now?" Zhao Wuji couldn't believe that he had unconsciously put away all his defenses during the battle. If this happened in a fight, it would definitely be fatal.
"Teacher Zhao, this has just begun." Jiang Siming did not answer in a hurry.
The two sides fought back and forth, and Jiang Siming gradually fell into a disadvantage. After all, the power of Xianjian was not in attack. Jiang Siming had not yet mastered the Great Dream Sword Technique to its full potential. The power of the third sword alone was not enough to defeat Zhao Wuji, who was not fighting at full strength.
The title of Acala is not for nothing. In fact, even an ordinary level 80 Soul Douluo may not be able to defeat this Soul Saint who is good at both offense and defense.
"Jiang boy, you lose!" Zhao Wuji punched out with a powerful force, straight towards Jiang Siming's face
Jiang Siming held his sword horizontally to block. However, he was pushed back several dozen meters by the terrible aftershock before he could stand still. His energy and blood surged.
"Teacher Zhao, your strength is indeed even stronger!" Jiang Siming put away the Xianjian Sword and said in a flattering manner.
"Come on! I don't even know how much you weigh. I never thought I was old before, but now it seems I really can't compare to you young people!" Zhao Wuji couldn't help but sigh.
It's approaching noon.
"Brother Siming, this is Qingya Pavilion? Why is there no one here? There's not even a dining table, it doesn't look like a place to eat at all!" Tang San was a little confused, feeling that he must have come to the wrong place. After all, the environment here can be said to be like a special scenic spot.
But the three golden characters on the top of his head, Qingyaxuan, were indeed correct.
"Xiao San! Do you think those rich people are happy?" Jiang Siming answered the question irrelevantly, but said it with a serious face.
"Well! Are you unhappy?" Tang San didn't know why Jiang Siming asked this for a moment?
"No, you are wrong. We can never understand the happiness of rich people." Jiang Siming said angrily.
Tang San's face was full of disbelief. This was what Jiang Siming finally said.
Jiang Siming was so angry. Whether in his previous life or in the reincarnations, Jiang Siming had most of the time played the role of a poor college student with a hard life.
"Xiao San, everything has its losses. Although rich people get happiness, they also lose something." Jiang Siming looked at Tang San again and said.
"Well, Brother Siming, I know what you are going to say. I will never be blinded by material things and will maintain a pure heart for cultivation. I want to become a strong man as soon as possible!" Tang San seemed to understand the meaning of Jiang Siming's words.
"No, you don't understand! What I want to say is that they not only have money, but also have no worries. So bullets and hidden weapons must be sold at a high price! Understand?" Jiang Siming grabbed Tang San's shoulders and shook him with annoyance.
Tang San was completely dumbfounded this time.
(End of this chapter)