To paint the world with your powers

Chapter 9

After eating this fruit, all the power came back, and he even had a feeling that his body was full of energy, and he couldn't help crying to the sky.

"Alas, Shu Meng, is there anything else?"

When she saw his eyes shine, Shu Meng's eyes became white, and she said in a gentle voice, "Do you think this thing is as many as his cabbage? This red jujube fruit was discovered only after I walked through the entire forest. It is not only sweet, but it can also allow one to quickly recover one's strength after eating it. I never thought that there would be such a good thing in this place, yet you still ate it."

Huang Yihua chuckled and felt rather embarrassed. She scratched her head and went off to train.

After regaining her physical strength, Huang Yihua became even more diligent.

A frog jumps a kilometer, squats three thousand meters, sits on its back two thousand...

The sun in the sky gradually inclined, and finally, under the last light, it reluctantly left the world. The earth was covered in black gauze, and people couldn't see it clearly like women.

The silver moonlight shone on the earth, covering it with a layer of wedding dress, which was beautiful.

In the forest, Huang Yihua and Shu Meng were standing in front of a pile of bonfires. One of them was holding a beast's thigh. Huang Yihua couldn't conceal the smile on her face. She was trying her best to gnaw on the thigh in her hand. He felt that this was the best food in the world. It was because he was the one who had managed to get all the wild animals from today's game, leaping them like wild dogs.

"Yi Hua, take out your sword and show it to me."

Hearing this, Huang Yihua wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth. With a thought, an exquisite and simple sword appeared in his hand.

Shu Meng was also startled by the precious sword in his hand. It had been two years since she last saw Huang Yihua use a sword, and she knew everything about it. However, when she saw the precious sword in Huang Yi Hua's hand, her eyes widened. Especially when she saw the enormous aura emanating from the sword, she deeply understood that this sword was definitely not simple.

Almost every night, she would take the precious sword from Huang Yihua's hands to have a look. However, the image of this precious sword did not appear in her mind again.

"Did I guess wrong? Is this just an ordinary sword?"

Soon, she rejected her idea. Although she never knew what a divine sword looked like, she had an intuition that the sword in her hand was a divine sword. The sudden idea made Shu Meng jump. Looking at the sword in her hand, the delicate patterns on the sword made the worm, bird and beast seem to be living things that were about to run out of the sword.

"Divine sword?"

Shu Meng's thoughts drifted far away. Suddenly, a divine sword appeared in Huang Yi Hua's hand. Was his identity really as simple as he said?

The endless questions confused her. Closing her eyes, she and Huang Yihua spent hundreds of days and nights in front of her. Even those blurred memories became so clear. She still remembered the first time she saw him like a black charcoal. Later, she felt depressed, and then...

"Where exactly did Yi Hua come from?"

There were too many questions that he couldn't figure out. He shook his head and simply stopped thinking about it.

"Yi Hua, you ... do you still remember what happened in the past?"

Huang Yihua's mouth was filled with food as he mumbled incomprehensibly and simultaneously nodded his head.

"Do you know the history of this sword?"

Huang Yi Hua received the sword and swept her gaze across the sword. Hatred, pain, bitterness, and all sorts of other kinds of clear feelings poured into her heart like the ocean. The memories of the past rolled into her mind.

In the past few days, he had studied this sword many times. At the very beginning, he was also curious as to why this sword would appear in his hands.

The more he looked at it, the more familiar it was. He always felt that he had seen it somewhere before. But the time he had touched the sword was very short. Where was it exactly? Suddenly, his face turned pale, and the memory that he had forgotten for a moment was like a tide, surging and unstoppable.

That was where he was. He never wanted to think of that place. The beauty of his life had disappeared from where. That gentle and beautiful face could only be remembered.

"Colorful Glow, the love in my heart!"

Looking at the pain on Huang Yihua's face, Shu Meng was about to say something. She wanted to stop him, but she couldn't say anything. This kind of expression was so familiar to him. Wasn't it the same expression on his face every day and night?

A breeze blew past, blowing past. However, there were some things that stood tall like a mountain. Huang Yihua's thoughts returned to reality. He looked at the sword in his hand, his gaze fixed on the two ancient words on the sword hilt.

Touching the uneven characters, he felt so familiar. It had been a long time since he saw such a character. The familiar characters were still as smooth as before.

Chengying.

Two words suddenly came out of his mind.

Huang Yihua's eyes were stunned. She didn't understand what he meant. However, she quickly understood that these two words were the two ancient words engraved on the sword hilt.

Chengying? Huang Yihua asked silently, her eyes a little unfocused.

With a shiver, Huang Yihua's eyes suddenly became clear. Since it had already appeared here, could it be possible that the other swords in that strange place were also here?

However, they didn't appear. No matter how hard he tried, it was all futile!

The sword was flipped in his hand, and then the silver light shone on his face, flickering.

Looking at Shu Meng, Huang Yihua's voice was a little erratic as she said, "Want to hear a story?

###Chapter12,Brother and Sister

Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, Huang Yihua had lived here for two years. He rarely left this courtyard. Even if he went out, he would only occasionally go to the mountains to relax.

In the past two years, Huang Yihua had changed a lot. Because of Caixia's death, his grieved heart gradually faded a lot with the passage of time. His face no longer had the pain of the past, but it had deeply engraved itself in the depths of his heart. Only occasionally would he reveal that deep sorrow that made his heart ache.

Two years had made him more mature. His already dark face was now even darker, and the edges and corners were more distinct. In the past, it could be said that he was a man and could be called a man at this time.

In the past two years, he had been absorbing all the knowledge here and studying the language here with Menghua every night. Now he could talk to the people here fluently. His basic sword skill had also changed from practicing the movements of the sword to practicing the strength of every sword move. Although he had not reached perfection of the basic sword skill, he was still familiar with it. Even when he closed his eyes, he could feel that the position and power of each sword blow he made was not correct.

He was also very depressed. He had thought that Menghua would teach him more profound swordsmanship after learning the basic swordplay, but he was disappointed. Menghua seemed to have never intended to teach him anything else. She had taught him before, but now she did not even look at him when practicing swordsmanship. He had also asked Menghua to teach him something new, and he had also used all kinds of methods to make Menghua stay unmoved.

In the past two years, Meng Hua had changed a lot. If Huang Yihua had been lively, cheerful, and gentle when she first met her, she was now calmer than before. No matter what kind of situation she encountered, she was always calm. Huang Yihua wasn't sure if her indifference was fake, but he felt more of her gentleness from her.

"Have you finished practicing?"

Huang Yihua was very happy to see Menghua practice her sword again. She was still thinking if Menghua was ready to teach him a new sword technique. Although she was very excited, her face was not as obvious as before. She nodded and said, "Well, do you want to see how I practice?"

Huang Yihua really wanted to take this opportunity to properly show off her skills, so that Meng Hua could feel that her sword technique had improved enough to cultivate a better sword technique. However, he was still disappointed. Meng Hua had no intention of teaching him a new sword technique.

"Tidy up and pack up your things. We'll leave in three days."

Huang Yi Hua was stunned. She simply couldn't believe her ears. They wanted to leave this place.

"Isn't this a good place? Why do we have to leave here?"

Even though Huang Yihua himself also wanted to leave this place, he had always suppressed his desire to stay here peacefully. Although he also liked this place very much, he would still be tired of staying in the same place for a long time, even if it was a land of idyllic beauty, let alone the ordinary people of Huang Yihua's place. He was also very curious as to why Huang Yihua would leave this place.

"We have stayed here for so long, so it's time for us to go out and have a look. I also want to see the outside world. The things between my parents may have already settled down in two years."

There was a trace of sadness in Meng Hua's faint voice, as if she was recalling her old days.

Huang Yihua nodded. He also wanted to go and take a look at this world. Although the outside world was filled with blood, it was not possible for him to stay here all the time.

"I'm sure I'll be well prepared by then, but will we come back here in the future?"

Huang Yihua is a very nostalgic person. He hopes that one day he will be tired and be able to return to this place where he has lived for 2,years.

Meng Hua shook her head gently and said, "I won't. I won't be back this time. Besides, I've used up almost all my money over the past two years. Sell this house and treat it as our trip. If it's not enough, we'll have to rely on both of us. Perhaps, we'll just starve."

Meng Hua's words made Huang Yihua feel guilty. In the past two years, he had never paid any price. He only practiced the sword, learned the language, and had never the subconscious of money. In the past, because of the inheritance left by his mother, he did not have to worry about it, and when he came to this world, he did not worry about it. Moreover, Meng Hua did not tell him about it, so he automatically ignored it.

Now that Meng Hua had suddenly brought it up, he finally realized how much of a bastard he was. How could a person practice his sword art here so peacefully that a woman would be able to provide him with food and drinks?

Disdain.

He despising himself deeply.

Menghua seemed to have read Huang Yihua's mind and quickly said, "Don't get me wrong. I don't mean anything else. I... I."