Demon Resurrection: Sign in with the Zanpakutō at the beginning

Chapter 389

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two of them said goodbye to their colleagues, for he had more important business to do, and he was going to another place to start his quest with his friends......

Feng Zhe, who was walking with him, did not find any regret or sadness in his eyes, as if he saw a flame burning continuously.

Feng Zhe smiled, turned around, came to Lynn's side, and said.

"I didn't expect you to wake up now, so I didn't say hello to you. "

Lynn smiled bitterly and said.

"Senior Brother Feng, my injuries on my body are not healed yet, can we sit down and talk?"

Feng Zhe nodded, looking at the embarrassment of the young man running down the mountain as soon as he woke up, supporting his somewhat thin body with his only remaining left arm, and sitting on the ground without an image.

As soon as he sat down, Lynn's brows furrowed slightly, and the terrifying wounds on his body no longer involved his nerves all the time, and then spoke.

"Are you going to give up like this?"

Because of Lynn's arrival, Feng Zhe's mood that should have been depressed suddenly became a little cheerful, and he said with a smile.

"Otherwise, I will no longer be able to hold a sword in this life, and staying in the place will only make people laugh. "

Unexpectedly, Lynn said puzzled.

"But what does it matter? If you can't hold a sword in your right hand, you can hold it in your left hand. What if you are laughed at by others?"

These two questions, Feng Zhe couldn't help but be stunned, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Then, Lynn opened his clear eyes again and said.

"My teacher once taught me that the sword in our hands is never a tool to make us stronger, but more like something called faith in our hearts. "

This is something that Feng Zhe, an eighteen-year-old boy, has forgotten for a long time, and he can no longer remember why he picked up the sword in his hand in the first place.

So, he fell silent.

Looking at Feng Zhe, who was lost in thought, Lynn grinned and said.

"Sometimes, we can't choose our own environment, and our own conditions, when I was very young, I often complained about my ordinariness because my talent was not good enough, but the teacher once said something to me. "

Feng Zhe heard the slight words, and couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart, you are fifteen years old, and you can break through the realm that others can't reach in their lifetime in one fell swoop, just like that, you still dislike your ordinary? But the young man didn't have any resistance because of these words, because he knew that Lynn would never lie.

So he asked.

"What did you say?"

Lynn turned her head to look at the bustling scene in Lucheng and said with a smile.

"You can put down the sword in your hand because it doesn't carry out your faith, but never lose the faith in your heart by letting go of the sword in your hand. "

"We cultivate the sword, in fact, more of our own mind, as long as there is still that mind and belief in the heart, then there is no difference which hand we hold the sword. "

Hearing Lynn's words, the young man's originally somewhat dim eyes rose a little light, and then the young man stretched out his left arm and looked at it in a daze, and muttered.

"Am I really okay......?"

Lynn said with a smile.

"Of course, there is no difference between holding a sword in our left hand and holding a sword in our right, and the most important thing is that the sword in our hand can carry out our will. "

As if he understood the meaning of the boy's words, Feng Zhe looked at the seriousness and clarity in Lynn's eyes, and laughed happily, and the two laughed heartily at the same time.

It's just that what Lynn didn't know was that because of his retention, in addition to giving this young man with a broken arm a new life, he also created one of the three major king generals under him in the future, the Wind Sword Saint.

Of course, this is a later story, the two teenagers at this time only have the pleasure of untying the knot in their hearts, and the rising will of the teenager.

The two talked in detail in the warm afternoon sunshine until the sun set, Feng Zhe looked at Lynn's somewhat pale face and said.

"Thank you. "

Lynn stretched out her shoulders and straddled Feng Zhe's shoulders and said.

"Brother, shouldn't you just help the other party when they need it most?"

Looking at the gradually setting sunset, Feng Zhe asked.

"What is your reason for holding the sword?"

The dim sunlight of the setting sun reflected on the young man's somewhat pale face, coating his cheeks with a warm light, and the young man said in a voice.

"Is there a reason for me to hold a sword?...... I probably hope that with the sword in my hand, I can make all the people in this world watch the sunset so quietly. "

“...... What a far-fetched reason...... What a big dream. "

Feng Zhe's tone was a little awkward.

Lynn responded with a smile.

"But that's pretty powerful, isn't it?"

Feng Zhe laughed and said.

"It's really amazing, you're amazing, and your teachers are amazing. "

"My teacher is indeed the most powerful teacher in the world. "

"You're really immodest......"

"Haha......"

The two teenagers, with their backs to the setting sun and the warm sunlight, supported each other and returned to the Sword Pavilion.

Back in the Sword Pavilion's own courtyard, Lynn returned to bed with some difficulty, sat down cross-legged, and began to meditate seriously.

Since the end of the Sword Pavilion Dabi that day, Lynn has been in a coma, but this state only lasted for half a month, to be precise, the remaining half a month that he was in a coma, Lynn's consciousness was sometimes awake.

But there was no way to open his eyes, and in desperation, he could only practice his feelings in the dark, and then probe the injuries in his body.

Although in the ring, Bai Chi's sword intent was fierce, and he was cut with wounds everywhere, but those were just skin injuries, as long as there was enough time, with his amazing physique, he would be able to recover sooner or later.

There were more scars on top of his already scarred body, and the young man at this time couldn't help but suspect that there was probably no one in this world with more scars than him.

But what gave him the most headache was that he had already advanced to the Fifth Order Initial Realm, but at this time, he was unable to mobilize a little bit of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, and those countless light spots floating in the air, no matter how he called, there was no response.

On the ring being devoured by the demons in his heart, thus cutting off Bai Chi's arm, and even shaking the entire Sword Pavilion with a sword, he didn't have any memory, and even these situations were heard intermittently from Jiang Yingkou, who had been taking care of him.

He didn't know what was going on, he couldn't figure it out, he didn't want to, this was a good habit that the boy had cultivated since he was very young, so he shook his head, calmed down, and began to try to mobilize the vitality of heaven and earth again.