Mingzhen listened to He Shen's words vaguely. She wanted to open her eyes and listen carefully to what he was saying.

But sleep rolled in, covering her consciousness.

No, I can't sleep!

She fought hard against sleep, and her whole figure seemed to be divided into two parts. One part was slowly and vaguely trying to distinguish what He Shen said.

Part of it is like being thrown into a vortex.

After a period of confusion, she gradually regained some clarity. She saw that she was surrounded by mountain walls, plants, insects, stones and grass...

She saw herself reaching out and placing her hand on a thick back.

Some kind of air wave is transmitted through the hands.

Huh?

As soon as she thought about it, she loosened her hand a little, and the constant feeling of weakness subsided.

Dreaming again?

Mingzhen was not too surprised. She briefly recalled the identity of the person in the dream.

Then, her expression became strange.

"Master! Are you okay!?"

The young man's mellow voice was full of worry.

Ming Zhen saw her disciple stand up, turn around, and half-kneeling in front of him. The tall young man's face was a little dirty, but his eyes were bright and black, like stars.

So it turns out that the character in her dream this time is the old man at the bottom of the cliff?

Mingzhen recalled a little bit of the memory of the person in the dream.

"You should meditate first to refine your internal strength. You will be fine as a teacher!"

Mingzhen shook off the worried and reluctant young man and went to meditate next to him.

She sorted through her memories again, feeling complicated.

She raised her head and looked at the mountain wall. The trees above were shaded, and she couldn't see the sky big enough. There was only a ray of white light. The mountain wall was steep and shaped like a wine bottle.

It's daytime now, but the light at the bottom of the cliff is only average.

Fortunately, her character has deep inner strength and is an innate strong person, so her vision is not affected much even at night.

Unfortunately.

She had just passed on most of her inner strength to her apprentice.

She is currently at the weakest moment in her life. If she is stimulated or commits suicide to wake up now, it will be of no use to her in reality.

Fortunately, she arrived in time.

The internal energy has not been completely transmitted, and it is probably at the level where the internal energy has been transmitted for a little over a century in the past hundred years, leaving about twenty years of internal energy.

Unfortunately.

She can only move her hands, but her lower body is paralyzed.

hehe!

The most ridiculous thing about this dream is that it is actually a continuous dream, and the character is the same as last time. In other words, she is still... Ming Shui, the cutter of water!

This is the Water Swordsman who fell off a cliff and became paralyzed in his lower limbs 17 years later!

17 years!

How long has it been in reality?

It’s only about 17 hours!

Feeling the memory of the 17 years of arduous survival of Mingshui, the water cutter, suddenly, a lot of Mingzhen's own anxiety and irritability disappeared.

Memory is empathetic.

Mingzhen seemed to have experienced such 17 years of suffering, and her state of mind was as solid as a rock. Except for a little obsession, nothing else moved her.

The first is the inheritance of the Water-Breaking Knife.

One is my daughter Mingyue!

Mingzhen found that this time the obsession of the Water-Severing Swordsman affected her more than the last time. Now when she thinks of her 'daughter' Mingyue, she feels longing and sad.

I want to know how she has been doing over the years and how she is doing now?

"If I had known today, why would I have..."

Mingzhen murmured softly.

In Ming Shui's last memory, his concern for Ming Yue was far less intense than it is now. He was very light. What he cared about was his sword skills and his reputation.

It seemed that the moment he fell off the cliff, Ming Shui suddenly figured it out.

Knowing that the person he feels most ashamed of in his life is his daughter.

Then came the seventeen years of missing her.

He picked up a young man who fell from the mountain and made him swear an oath that he would find his daughter for him when he went up and protect her with all his strength.

Of course, this was an idea three years ago.

After three years of getting along.

Ming Shui gradually regarded this honest and filial young man as his apprentice, and planned to donate all his skills to him...to complete the task of sending merit to the old man?

Mingzhen blinked, then thought of the current character's appearance, and quickly straightened her eyes.

She touched the tangled beard on her face and twitched the corners of her mouth.

She glanced at Disciple Xiaoshan, whose body was filled with mist, and whose profound internal energy was operating at the extreme limit... Looking at it, it was quite vivid, even the small characters seemed strange.

It should be called Dashan.

Those who are at least 1.9 meters tall should be called Ming Dashan! This is more vivid!

Well, I'll change his name soon!

Countless thoughts flashed through Mingzhen's mind.

She was thinking about how to make this dream more beneficial to herself in reality. It is currently known that the stronger the strength in the dream, the stronger it will be in reality.

'Xiantian is equal to four stars...'

The Water Cutting Swordsman is now an innate powerhouse.

Even though he is just a crippled innate, 17 years of hard training and a little chance at the bottom of the cliff have made him more than a hundred times stronger than before.

By the way, there is still a chance!

Mingzhen's eyes lit up, and she put her hands on the ground and tried to move to check.

Just about to move according to the action method in memory.

'By the way, the last time I had this dream, I seemed to be able to use some of the abilities I had in my previous dreams, such as flying, and the strength of my claws...'

Last time she met her enemy in a duel.

The man in black thought that her internal strength was exhausted.

Unexpectedly, she had no internal strength and lost the water-breaking knife, but she could still break the weapon with one claw. In the end, she gave the enemy the most fatal blow and protected her daughter.

Ancient metals were about as hard as some stones.

Under her claws, you can scratch her as much as you want, and with a little internal strength, it will become stronger!

Even though her flight ability was reduced, it was still enough for her to fly across the cliff, fly into the air and pounce on the enemy. Without these two powers, it would have been difficult to save her daughter.

Now......

Mingzhen glanced at his disciple Dashan who was sitting in meditation.

She tried to fly... She flapped her hands like wings. For the first time, there was no movement. She sank into her mind again and entered into a vague state of mind.

Supreme, domineering, domineering!

A small clearing at the bottom of the cliff.

The boy who was born as an orphan and whose current name is Xiaoshan and who will be called Dashan in the future opened his eyes. He opened his eyes excitedly and sadly and looked at the master who taught him the skills.

He vowed to be filial to his master, bring him back to the ground, and provide for him in the future!

I still need to find my senior sister...

The young man's mood was agitated and he made a firm vow.

He only stabilized the internal power transmitted from his master for a few rounds, and he did not care to continue to consolidate it, fearing that the weak master would not be cared for, hungry, or in need of other needs.

The moment I looked at where Master was.

He expected to see an old man who was weak and old, but tried hard to maintain the majesty of his master, sitting by the mountain wall, waiting for him with concern.

He thought...
To be continued...