Chapter 1094

Jing Zhao had a dream.

In his dream, he was dressed in white, which was always advocated by Jianzong. His disciples were always dressed in white and wore a long sword.

It should have been a few years since he began to practice. His picturesque eyes were still childish.

When he raised his hand, he felt the sword that Su Changlao gave him.

The sword is like autumn water.

Jing Zhao clearly knows that this is in a dream, because the sword was broken when he left Jianzong.

It's like cutting everything from the past.

The touch from his fingertips is real and illusory. Jing Zhao doesn't force himself to wake up. He just lets the dream go on.

What do you dream of?

When he was ten years old, Su Chang Lao didn't teach him the sword technique. When he was twelve, his younger martial sister gave him a doll. When he was sixteen, did he pick the apricot flower?

Jing Zhao didn't know, so he closed his eyes. I'm looking forward to and afraid of what I'll see when I open my eyes.

"Ah Zhao." Then he heard a gentle voice.

Jingzhao's eyelashes trembled lightly. He turned around and looked at the man with a faint smile.

"Elder martial brother..." Jing Zhao heard himself murmur.

"What's the matter?" As the man approached, his eyes and eyebrows became clear.

His appearance is clear and his temperament is gentle. He frowned slightly and looked at Jingzhao with worried eyes: "but what's the problem with practicing?"

"Elder martial brother, elder martial brother." Jingzhao just obstinately called, he wanted to reach out to grab the man's sleeve, but he was afraid to touch an empty.

A long lost panic appeared in my heart.

He blinked, his eyes slightly sour.

It was really a dream. Otherwise, how could he see Lu Xun again.

"Elder martial brother, I'm sorry..." Jing Zhao lowered his head and covered his eyes.

"I miss you so much," he said in a low, gentle voice as he bit his teeth. "Ah Zhao misses elder martial brother so much."

It seems that the people in front of him suddenly did not move. Jing Zhao did not dare to look up. He was afraid to see an empty world.

A heart gradually sink down, followed by, is boundless despair and violence.

He remembered that when he saw Lu Xun for the last time, Lu Xun was still smiling at him like a jade.

If you ignore his blood.

"A Zhao is a good boy," Lu Xun said, keeping him behind him. He looked thin and didn't move a step. "He was, is and will be."

"I believe him."

Later, when he was dying, Jing Zhao would always think of this sentence.

It was like a little light in the abyss. Although it was tiny, it was enough to support him to go on.

In the sword clan full of use and calculation, only the elder martial brother gave him real warmth.

Elder martial brother is so good, so good, but in the end, he is dead.

Jing Zhao's dark eyes gradually became red. He clenched his fist tightly, and there was a terrible hatred in his chest, which was almost uncontrollable.

Just then he heard a sigh.

Then he felt his hand held and the man whispered, "I'm here."

Unlike dreams, real warmth flows from the palm of the hand to the heart of the limbs.

The voice was gentle, strange and familiar.

Who is it?

Is that... Elder martial brother?

Jing Zhao struggles to wake up, but suddenly finds it hard to open his eyes.

Lu Xun in front of him pulled him, "Zhao, where are you going?"

"Let go, you are not elder martial brother."

The dream suddenly collapses, and Jing Zhao's face turns cold and angry.

"How dare you lead me! Jianzong, what a Jianzong

Now that he has seen through everything, it is not a dream at all, but a magic dreamland in his heart.

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