I Have a Long Sword, Holding It to Ask the Sky

Ruan Ling had been dreaming about it for the past five years. The monster in the dream controls the world and eats people for fun. Old people are at the end of the scale, young people are at the average level, children are at the top level, and young children are at the best. Ruan Ling wanted to save people, but in her dream she was like air and could only watch those beastly acts happen. Nightmares lingered at night, but during the day the doctor smiled brightly and sincerely recommended turning to a psychiatric specialist. Ruan Ling slammed the door and left, decisively giving a negative review. It was on this night that countless people broke into the dream world. They came through the sky and kept killing monsters. The monsters began to panic, fear, shrink their claws and retreat. In the endless bloody night, a light called hope appeared. Ruan Ling, who could touch the outside world, laughed, knowing that it was just a moth flying into the flame, and she wanted to do something. The corner of her clothes brushed her eyes, and the man in the wide-sleeved robe grabbed Ruan Ling and handed her a long sword. Even if he couldn't see clearly who the person was, it didn't affect Ruan Ling's grip on the sword. In the next five years, the man took her to the battlefield, taught her how to use a sword, and let her kill the enemy with her own hands. Ten years of dreaming, waiting to say goodbye. After all, Ruan Ling failed to say: "Master." "Daotian, Chongtian, see you again." The dream faded, Ruan Ling looked at the wooden sword in his arms, tears streaming down his face. [If you have to choose between "people" and "people", then overturn the table and leave them with no chess to play!