Girl, let me check it out.

Fang Qianyi casually carried the sword on his shoulder and nodded.

"The fifth style, the army."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

A storm of blood suddenly erupted, and the Xuan Yao sword swung continuously at an extremely fast speed. The frenzied sword energy was released in an instant, interweaving into a large net filled with the breath of death.

The sword energy was like a plow, cutting the ground into even pieces, and countless sand and rocks flew everywhere.

"I have always been troubled by the lack of large-scale killing moves in the Mingwu Path, so I invented this sword to destroy the army."

"One sword strikes, and thousands of troops are destroyed."

Fang Qianyi explained casually, and then thrust out another sword.

"Sixth move, rebuke."

It was just an ordinary sword, but it made the unknown person want to kowtow and submit, as if he were seeing an emperor.

"This sword incorporates my sword spirit, and it focuses on the spiritual level, defeating the enemy without fighting."

"I, a Mingwu, can actually perform a mental attack. I am really amazing."

"Are you right?"

Fang Qianyi boasted proudly, and did not forget to ask the young man next to him what he thought.

"Yes. But what about the last sword?"

The young man nodded slightly and said with a smile.

Fang Qianyi's smile froze and his expression became a little awkward.

"I haven't figured out the last sword yet. I'll talk about it when I figure it out."

He changed the subject as if nothing had happened and asked impatiently:

"Okay, now that I've finished explaining the sword technique, can you tell me now?"

"Don't worry."

The white-haired young man shook his head, stretched out two fingers and pointed at his eyebrows, as if he was thinking about something.

"still have a question."

"What is the name of your sword technique?"

Fang Qianyi was stunned.

He hadn't thought about this question.

"Hiss..."

Fang Qianyi groaned.

"If I become the emperor in the end, I will call this sword technique the Minghuang Sword Sutra!"

"If I didn't become an emperor, there would be no point in leaving my name behind if I died. It would be lost anyway."

He laughed carelessly, as if he didn't care about his life at all.

"Well, Minghuang Sword Sutra. It's a good name."

The banished immortal youth with white hair opened his eyes, his pupils filled with mysterious starlight.

"The time has come."

He looked at himself and asked with a smile.

"So, have you learned it?"

Grass!

Fang Weihan suddenly woke up from his dream, his forehead covered in cold sweat and he was breathing heavily.

Chapter 108 I can’t tell the difference. I really can’t tell the difference.

"Plop, plop..."

His heart was beating violently and blood was pumping out rapidly, causing his vision to become somewhat bloodshot.

Fang Weihan had never felt the violent beating of his heart so clearly.

For a moment he felt like he was going to be scared to death.

It's like being on a roller coaster at the highest point on the track, like going through airport security with a bomb, or like being caught by your mother while secretly watching a movie.

It’s not that he can’t endure psychologically.

But the strange dream just now was too creepy.

"Who the hell is that guy?"

Fang Weihan hugged his pillow, as if only this could provide him with a little sense of security.

"Can he see me?"

"But isn't this a dream?"

Fang Weihan has never figured out what this so-called dream is.

Before Siri died, she once told herself that this was a side effect of the Dragon's Tail Devouring Technique, and that she could see the memories of her ancestors.

In his previous life, at a certain sudden moment, he would feel that the scene before him was inexplicably familiar, even though he could swear that he had never been there before.

There is no authoritative scientific research to prove how this is going on, but some people have suggested that it may have something to do with the hippocampus in the human brain.

Perhaps... some memory of your ancestors?

This so-called dream is just a machine that can help you go back to the past?

Fang Weihan thought of this and quickly recited a proverb:

"All things are false, all things are permitted."

After reading it, he felt much better. The fear he had just felt was gone, and he even had the leisure to recall the appearance of the mysterious young man.

But once I started to recall, a creepy feeling arose.

Fang Weihan was horrified to find that he couldn't remember what the young man looked like at all.

He could only vaguely remember that he had long snow-white hair and was wearing a robe made of extraordinary material and painted with mysterious patterns.

Apart from this, Fang Weihan knew nothing.

What’s even more terrifying is that even this tiny bit of memory is slowly being forgotten.

No, can't forget.

I have to remember this somehow.

Fang Weihan rolled and crawled out of bed, quickly ran to the table, picked up a piece of paper and wrote:

"Snow-white hair, a robe with mysterious patterns, about 25 years old, handsome, and with the temperament of a banished immortal."

He took out the Lumen Sword and pressed it on the paper to remind himself to remember this.

After doing all this, Fang Weihan breathed a sigh of relief.

He slowly climbed back onto the bed and continued to recall everything about the dream.

This thing appeared three times in total, or three and a half times.

The first time was when Fang Qianyi was talking to the white-haired man, and the topic they were talking about was related to demons.

The second time was the scene where Fang Qianyi massacred the founding fathers, including General Xun Ying who was killed in Mobei by historians.

The third time was just now, when Fang Qianyi was demonstrating the Minghuang Sword Sutra to the white-haired man.

The reason why it was said to be three and a half times was because when Fang Weihan activated the Angry Dragon Devouring Tail Technique, he heard the conversation of several people, including Fang Qianyi.

They were wailing for him to kill them...

"So does this thing exist in reality, or is it just a dream?"

Fang Weihan opened his eyes with a serious expression.

He looked around.

There was endless darkness outside the window, and he couldn't see even a glimmer of light.

It looked like it was still dark, and I was awakened not long into my sleep.

"Yun Shu said that this is the memory of my ancestors, so how do you explain the last words that man said to me?"

When Fang Weihan recalled the man's eyes, he felt his scalp tingling and goose bumps all over his body.

That look, as calm as the abyss, is truly terrifying.

It was as if he already knew everything, and was announcing his victory to you calmly and indifferently.

"He has definitely discovered me, it wasn't a dream at all!"

Fang Weihan swallowed his saliva, still a little frightened.

He closed his eyes and tried to recall the first six swords of the Minghuang Sword Sutra that Fang Qianyi had just demonstrated.

Fang Weihan discovered that the memory of those sword moves seemed to be imprinted deep in his mind and he couldn't forget it even if he wanted to.

He felt that even if he forgot the URL of the small website, he would not forget these sword moves.

I had only mastered the first three moves of the Minghuang Sword Manual, and was still at the level of being merely proficient at it.

After having this dream, his proficiency in the first six moves has been directly improved to the highest level.

Assuming that he used the Minghuang Sword Sutra again now, the power would definitely not be less than the Huiyan Duanshan that he learned from Tao Yunjiang.

So this is something that can be achieved in a dream?

Fang Weihan would never believe it even if he was beaten to death.

But if this thing is not a dream, then what is it?

Fang Weihan tried his best to sort out the confused thoughts in his brain.

This "dream" and these so-called memories of Fang Qianyi all seem to be real.

In other words, Fang Qianyi really lured Xun Ying to death with his own hands...

Fang Weihan frowned and slowly exhaled.

Who is that strange-looking man?

He tried hard to recall the historical materials he had read, trying to find a name that corresponded to it.

But Fang Weihan was disappointed to find that no one met his characteristics.

This person is like a ghost with a close relationship with Fang Qianyi, and there is no evidence of his existence.

He stretched out his hand and thumped his temple vigorously, and lay back in his quilt again.

No matter who this person was, he seemed to have no hostility towards him, and even asked Fang Qianyi to demonstrate the Minghuang Sword Sutra to him.

At least my life is not in danger, that's enough.

It is better to focus on solving real-life problems.

I guess I’ll have to wait until Yun Shu is fully revived before asking her if she knows about this dream.

There are so many weird things going on. I need a Siri.

Fang Weihan closed his eyes tiredly and soon fell into a deep sleep again.

The last thought in my mind is:

I have to practice quickly and break through to the fourth level of Mingwu as soon as possible.

……

"Your Highness? Your Highness?"

Fang Weihan heard someone calling him in a daze.

He opened his eyes sleepily and found Ning Bai standing in front of him.

"Your Highness, please wake up."