I am level zero and start my journey to another world from Dragon Girl Village

"Listen, Nijo."

"Hu."

"Really? It's almost there. Come on, come on."

Jian Lingkong fell into deep thought after seeing this scene.

To be honest, this was the first time he had seen a dream energy connection.

On the deck, Jian Lingkong was teaching Yang Qiong carefully, while Yang Chan was eating from a fruit basket beside him.

Cheer there from time to time.

Wait until Wright and the others woke up in bed.

In a daze, I started setting up the mahjong table again.

Jian Lingkong looked at the lights on in the room of Wright and others, so he used his divine eyes to take a look and smiled helplessly.

But there was nothing much to do during this period.

Four days later, the flying boat returned safely to its anchorage at the foot of Jianzong Mountain.

Yang Xuan and Yang Xin, new to the Sword Sect, looked around like tourists.

Wright led his three daughters-in-law back to their residence.

When I was still some distance away from my residence, I heard the melodious sound of a flute.

Wright was very familiar with that flute sound.

Everyone returned to their residence, and Di Qianqian put away her flute on the stone bench in the courtyard.

She stood up and greeted him, "Brother, or the three sisters-in-law, you are here."

"In the days to come, Qianqian will live here with the three ladies and take care of each other. I won't have time to play mahjong anymore. You guys teach Qianqian."

Yang Xindai raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Okay."

There are three rooms in this yard. Wright and Long Xiaochen live in the middle one, the two sisters Yang Xuan and Yang Xin live in the one on the left, and the house on the right was originally Di Qianqian's house.

Three rooms for five people.

"Madam, I'm going to the bottom of the cliff to practice. If you need to find me, go find Qianqian. Qianqian knows where I am."

"Ah."

Wright set out for the bottom of the cliff.

Wright saw a little fox sleeping on a branch in a tree at the bottom of the cliff.

The little fox heard the noise, slowly pricked up his ears and opened one eye.

When he saw it was Wright, he continued to sleep.

Wright didn't care about that and just picked up the little fox and played with it.

The little fox looked at Wright with resentment and a look of resignation.

"Little vixen, I just ignored you for a while, why are you pretending to be so cool? I'll kiss you to death."

The little fox blocked Wright's dirty mouth with its little pad of mixed hair in disgust.

How could this little paw resist Wright?

After pulling open the fox's paws, Wright started kissing it. When he felt comfortable, he put the little fox back on the tree.

After all, I have to practice under the waterfall and I can’t let the little fox get wet.

Once again, I sat on the stone platform that I had not seen for a long time.

Reflect on your mistakes by the precipitous ravine, and calm your mind by the precipitous ravine.

The bone-chilling chill spreads from the top of the head to the whole body, making people no longer want to think about trivial matters.

At this moment, there was already a hint of evil in Wright's heart.

This evil spirit was slowly born when one could no longer see or walk.

It will not disappear just because Wright can walk and see. It will occupy a place in Wright's heart and grow slowly.

There are still scars on my legs, from stabbing them with a knife over countless days and nights.

My subsequent actions were too murderous.

It’s not that it’s not possible, but in that situation, my behavior was a bit ill-considered.

My master Jianduan also said so.

What he needed most now was not to improve his skills. As far as kendo was concerned, after mastering the combination of two swords and the unity of man and sword, Wright's talent had reached its peak.

What we need to do now is to control this evil energy, not just suppress it.

It is better to ease the situation than to block it.

Demon represents the liberation of oneself and represents being reckless, so he can mobilize one hundred percent or even twelve percent of his strength.

And immortals represent restraint, winning by intelligence instead of brute force.

Both have their advantages and disadvantages.

What we need to do is to combine these forces together.

They should complement each other rather than oppose each other.

Wright began to practice at sunrise and returned home on time at sunset.

The three idle ladies brought Di Qianqian into the mahjong circle.

Wright worked in the police station in the first half of the night and rested in the second half.

From time to time, I would go there if someone asked me to.

Mingyue has been placed under the tree, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from time to time, and occasionally changing into a human form to eat some snacks brought by Wright.

The spirituality of the Qingshui Sword became more and more intense, and it threw itself into the cold pool at the bottom of the cliff to absorb spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy in Shenzhou is thin at this time, but all the sects in Shenzhou have set up spirit gathering formations and planted spiritual plants, which has become a natural spiritual belt.

Only with spirituality can you be nurtured wherever you are.

Three months later, on a normal day, Wright sat under the waterfall, reading a book as if nothing happened.

After a long period of meditation and quiet contemplation, Wright had become accustomed to the icy impact of the waterfall.

Wright also found a posture and position where you can read a book without getting the book wet.

Chapter 542: Clear Water Transformation

At this time, Wright saw bubbles rising from the cold pond in front of him.

Lai Quanli treated it as bubbles blown by fish in a cold pond and didn't pay much attention to it.

Still reading the book by himself.

Soon a woman floated up from the depths of the cold pond.

The woman had a petite body, and no clothes were visible, only drops of water stuck to her body. Her skin was as smooth and tender as a newborn baby's, and her hair was aqua blue. But her face was different from her petite body. It had sharp edges, a high nose bridge, and a cherry mouth. She had the face of an icy queen.

The woman was sleeping, floating quietly on the water and into Wright's peripheral vision.

Wright didn't pay attention at first until the sleeping woman floated in front of Wright.

When Wright saw the woman's face, he fell silent and then frowned.

Look up to the top of the cliff.

Who raped, killed and then dumped the body?

It was thrown from such a high place, I should have noticed it, or it was thrown when I was not around.

If that was the case, why was her body so clean, without any scars, and shouldn't a corpse floating on the water have the phenomenon of gigantism?

Perhaps the woman heard Wright's mumbling and slowly opened her eyes.

A very beautiful pair of eyes, I can’t say how they are beautiful, but they are just beautiful.

When he opened his eyes, Wright was so frightened that he lost his balance and fell into the cold pond.

The water in the cold pool was much colder than the waterfall, and Wright sank to the depths.

Looking at the scenery above from the cold pond is a unique experience.

That feeling of being completely enveloped.

Since he wouldn't die anyway, this comfortable feeling made Wright not want to struggle at all.

At this time, the woman, like an elf from a cold pond, danced lightly and came to Wright's side.

At that moment, Wright thought to himself.

Oh no, the female ghost is here to claim my life.

The woman swam up from the depths of the cold pond holding Wright, and they both surfaced.

In fact, from the moment the woman hugged him, Wright had an unprecedented sense of familiarity.

That familiar feeling is so familiar that I can't remember it.

Wright looked at the woman.

Wright looked at the woman in front of him with some confusion.

"Are you a human... or a ghost?"

A woman's sweet voice sounded.

"Master, what are you talking about? I am Qingshui."

Wright raised his eyebrows, somewhat incredulous.

"what?"

Wright carried Qingshui, who had turned into a human form, away from the cold pond and put his clothes on her.

During these days, I have also studied a lot of ancient books while practicing meditation.

If spiritual beings want to transform, they must reach a threshold.

For example, if an artifact wants to transform, it must have spirituality and its quality must reach the level of a fairy artifact.

Swords are also divided into grades. The lowest grade is the iron sword, also known as the ordinary sword. The next level is the black sword, which is made of fine steel or other hard materials. After that are the good swords, which are made of rare ores and are forged by skilled swordsmiths. The next level is the famous sword, and the requirements for forging a famous sword are much more difficult.

It requires one or more rare divine materials, and the sword is made by a swordsmith based on the compatibility and quality of the materials.

This is the limit of a sword made by humans.

To reach a higher level, the sword needs to be nurtured to develop spirituality, and then after a hundred years, or even a thousand years, or even ten thousand years of nurturing, it can reach the quality of a fairy sword.

Qingshui is at most a famous sword, but not quite a fairy sword.

This transformation into a human form was really unexpected.

Wright looked towards Shimizu.

"Qingshui, can you still turn back into a sword?"

Qingshui shook his head.

"Master, I can't do it."

Wright asked again: "Do you have any impression of the process of your transformation into human form?"

"No, Qingshui just wanted to become a human and accompany the master like Sister Mingyue. It was just this thought."

At this time, the bright moon leaning against the tree moved.

He changed into a human form and walked over.

"Sister Qingshui has actually transformed. This is really cause for celebration."

Wright thought about it carefully, and suddenly some answers came to his mind.

"Mingyue, don't be too happy yet. This may not be a good thing."