The Snow and the Moon in the Wind: The Lights Dim and the Way Back

Chapter 109 The Taoist Monk Yan Zhantian (seeking a monthly ticket)

The first day of April in the seventh year of Mingde
Let us be companions in the world of mortals and live a chic and unrestrained life.

The mountains and rivers are far and wide, and there are galaxies in the world. No one is you, and no one is not you.

Tianfeng Grassland in the southwest of Tianqi.

A man and a woman rode their horses and galloped, laughing and laughing heartily.

Apocalypse is nonchalant.

The rivers and lakes are passionate.

Not to mention the amorous sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes.

Looking back, Bai Meisheng smiled, and the Sixth Palace had no color.

Mo Qianshang couldn't forget that smile.

The boys and girls chasing in the wind embrace each other and approach slowly.

Lying on her back on the lawn, the girl looked at the boy's approaching face, her face blushed more and more, a red cloud hung over her heart, only the beating and burning heat.

Eyes slightly closed, shortness of breath.

The young man looked at his beautiful face, and his breathing became deeper and deeper. A strange feeling came from him. He was a little hot, and his heartbeat was so fast that it was already on the paper.

Originally, this should be a very beautiful picture scroll.

but.

The strong wind blows and breaks this beauty.

The young man turned his head suddenly, with a puzzled look on his face.

"Sword intent? How can there be sword intent here?"

Li Hanyi opened her eyes, blushing, she pushed the boy away in desperation, but she didn't push, the boy lost his balance and fell on top of her.

Kissing her holy face, Mo Qianshang froze in place, because his hand...

then.

"KO"

A moment later, Mo Qianshang held his chest, stood up with a bruised nose and swollen face, and Li Hanyi held his hand, feeling distressed and shy.

After all, she is still a young girl, and when she is in a hurry, the shot will inevitably be a bit heavy, so the boy's chest hurts, it hurts, but no one knows whether it really hurts, after all, he is still staring at his hand in a daze, with a blank expression on his face .

Li Hanyi saw that he was still staring blankly at his hands, blushed and said angrily.

"Qian Shang!"

Mo Qianshang came back to his senses immediately, and stretched his right hand behind his back with a serious face.

"Han Yi, what's wrong?"

Li Hanyi was so blushing that she couldn't speak, seemed angry or angry, charming or coquettish, this beautiful look made Mo Qianshang stunned for a moment.

Seeing Mo Qianshang turned into a sculpture again, Li Hanyi laughed a lot.

happily shook his arm,
"Fool, don't you get enough of watching it every day?"

Mo Qianshang smirked.

"Not enough, never enough. Every day is the first meeting, every side is the first meeting."

Li Hanyi rolled his eyes, but the joy in his heart was beyond words.

"Qian Shang, did a sword intent appear just now?"

"Well, it's a little strange, but it seems to have been seen before."

Li Hanyi thought for a while, and suddenly said seriously.

"I think I know who it is?"

"Who?"

"Wuzong swordsman, Yan Zhantian!"

Mo Qianshang suddenly realized, "It turned out to be him!"

"Qian Shang, Junior Brother Changfeng invited us to his big wedding on the sixth day of June. Do you think there will be others?"

Mo Qianshang was stunned for a moment, thinking of the story of Sikong Changfeng and Feng Qiuyu, he hesitated.

"Probably not. After all, Miss Luo's past..."

Li Hanyi laughed when he heard this.

"That's right, no wonder my mother and the others didn't receive the invitation!"

Mo Qianshang looked at the invitation behind him and said helplessly.

"But we still have a task this time, and that is to let Xueyue City send out our invitation."

Li Hanyi blushed slightly, and said angrily.

"It's all my father's fault for writing so many invitations. We are so rich now."

"Father-in-law said that even though ants are small, they are still meat. This gift must be accepted!"

Li Hanyi snorted, took his hand and walked forward.

"You will listen to him! Let's go and see Yan Zhantian. Last time I asked about the sword, his tone was serious!"

"Really? Then I want to see how strong he is!"

Tianfeng Grassland
Tianqing Mountains
Here is a mountain range.

After crossing the Tianqing Mountains, you can go directly to Leijiabao and Jianxin Tomb.

But this mountain range runs across the central part of Beili, where there are hordes of ferocious beasts, deep forests, and numerous roadblocks, but it is not something ordinary people can overcome.

Therefore, to go to Jianxin Tomb and Leijiabao, you must detour down from Lin'an on the right or cross Tianfeng Grassland, pass Qingcheng, Xueyue City, and detour to the southwest road.

This mountain range is very calm, but it has a wind, the wind is so strong that a human being cannot stand on it.

This wind blows upwards from the ground, rolling up a large amount of dust, like pillars of wind, very scary.

The blue sky and the yellow spring are skyrocketing, and the book is probably about the scene here.

Far view.

The sky and the earth were dark, and several pillars of wind swayed straight up, like a tornado in the sky, circling in place.

The wind blows the remaining clouds into the sky, and the rain falls on the pipa to moisten the city.

In one of the tornadoes, a man sitting in it with a sword the size of a door panel closed his eyes and meditated.

Let the wind blow from east to west, from north to south, and I stand still.

not far away.

A man and a woman are approaching.

"Look at Qianshang, that's Tianfengkou. Yan Zhantian is honing his sword heart there. I asked him a sword last time, and there was no winner,"

Bouncing around, relaxed and joyful, Li Hanyi shook his hands, feeling indescribably comfortable.

Outside, it is indeed much more comfortable than Tianqi.

At least, she can be unscrupulous.

Looking at the whirling hurricane in the distance, Mo Qianshang couldn't help but marvel at the wonder of nature. The wind is so strong that it doesn't calm down for a long time. It's really a miracle of the Creator.

The man in the wind suddenly opened his eyes, and swung a sword the size of a door panel in all directions.

A circle of sword energy scattered in all directions, followed by a whistling sound.

Under the sword energy, the hovering tornado instantly collapsed and ceased to exist.

The man fell from the sky and ran towards the two of them, and he came in front of them in a short while.

"It's you? Why are you here again!"

"It's you? I didn't expect you to come!"

Men usually cherish words like gold, but today they said a few words for the first time.

Flames were burning in his eyes, and he put his hand on the door sword, ready to draw the sword.

Li Hanyi rolled his eyes and signaled to Mo Qianshang,
'give it to you. '

Mo Qianshang smiled wryly and shrugged his shoulders.

'clear'

True color.

"Yan Zhantian, last time we said goodbye to Wushuang City, we haven't seen each other for many years, how is it?"

Mo Qianshang felt that he was a gentleman now, so he wanted to communicate politely first, and then asked about the sword politely.

However, Yan Zhantian is a reckless man, he doesn't know what a gentleman is, so he is more direct.

Holding the hilt of the sword, the momentum began to rise, said coldly.

"If you want to ask a question, ask about my sword first!"

When a scholar meets a soldier, it is unreasonable.

Mo Qianshang has a deep understanding at this moment.

Li Hanyi covered his mouth and smiled, whispering in his ear.

"You must speak loudly enough! The second best in the world doesn't even give you face."

Mo Qianshang rolled his eyes,

"indeed."

Looking at the man who was eager to try, Mo Qianshang held Tingyu,
"Forget it, let's see if your sword has made more progress after the last farewell. There are too few people practicing swords in Beili now, so I am looking forward to your sword!"

Yan Zhantian licked his upper lip and galloped towards the wind behind him.

Po Jun dragged billows of dust on the ground.

Mo Qianshang let go of Li Hanyi's hand, taking one step at a time, seemingly leisurely, but always followed Yan Zhantian's side, and was still free to smile at him, and in Yan Zhantian's surprise, there was a "whoosh", Come directly to the vent.

After a while.

Tianfengkou

The ground is full of round holes of different sizes - eye of the wind.

The two stood in place without speaking.

Suddenly, there were bursts of roaring and rolling thunder, and a hurricane emerged from the eye of the wind, engulfing the nearby sand and dust, followed by one after another, and in less than a moment, four or five wonders had been formed.

Yan Zhantian stepped forward and flew straight up ninety thousand miles.

Mo Qianshang was slightly curious, so he also stepped out, soaring up ninety thousand miles.

The two confront each other in the dark sky, which is very spectacular.

Yan Zhan Tianren doesn't talk too much.

"Draw the sword in anger!"

A sword flew out, and the powerful sword energy struck the air like a blade of fire.

Yan Zhantian practiced the anger sword art, using anger as the sword intent, like a diamond with angry eyes.

There is a saying in Buddhism: The red lotus Naluojia is different from this, after this green, the color turns red.The skin splits, or ten or more.Therefore, Naluojia is called Honglian.

This is the red lotus karmic fire that burns everything, burns everything, and exterminates all living beings.

Mo Qianshang listened to the rain, and the sword qi was in front of him, and the sword was in the very center of the sword qi, but it was the heart of the red lotus.

The sword energy stood still for an instant, then slowly dissipated until it disappeared.

At the level of Mo Qianshang, many sword moves can already be seen through.

"continue"

Provocations are punished by the wicked.

Mo Qianshang's personality is a little frivolous, otherwise he wouldn't like to slap others in the face, but in front of Li Hanyi, he would involuntarily hide it, and at this moment of interest, he showed his true colors again.

Yan Zhantian was unmoved, and drew out his sword again.

"Rage Sword Slash!"

This sword was much stronger than the one just now, and the three flames of sword energy came quickly and made the sound of piercing through the sky.

Obviously, the power and speed are much stronger than before.

Mo Qianshang frowned slightly, he was a little dissatisfied.

With the sword energy on his body, the three swords merged into one, turning from fiery red to deep red, the power is unmatched, obviously not bad.

Mo Qianshang still listened to Yu lightly tap the sword energy Lianxin, but this time the sword energy collapsed slower and lasted longer.

Yan Zhantian was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect his sword to be broken so easily.

Mo Qianshang shook his head, listening to Yujian pointing at Yan Zhantian.

"Your sword, is that it? Then take my sword and try!"

After the sound fell, Mo Qianshang closed his eyes.

Recalling the bloody battle against the northern barbarians, and the helplessness of going north to the sky outside the sky, a burst of anger suddenly broke out.

If the red cloud-like sword intent instantly permeated Tianfengkou, Yan Zhantian was stunned,
"What! How could you!"

Learn other people's swords, understand other people's swords, and realize your own sword.

This is Li Changsheng's teaching to Mo Qianshang, and it is also the most useful sentence so far.

Before Wushuang City, he often learned it, but after Wushuang City, there are very few swords worth learning for him, and he almost forgot it.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Mo Qianshang seemed to recall the scene when he was learning swords.

The sword intent slowly retracted, submerging into Mo Qianshang's body, being continuously compressed by it, and the scene reappeared constantly, stimulating a steady stream of anger.

"Thousands of anger suppress the heart, and one sword only angers the sky and injustice!"

With this sword, he didn't produce a gorgeous sword energy like Yan Zhantian, nor did he turn into a fire red lotus like Yan Zhantian.

When the sword flew out, it was a little faster, a little red, with blood red.

Do not erupt in silence, but perish in silence.

The most terrible anger in the world is not to take the initiative to explode, but to bear it passively.

Unbearable, no need to endure.

The anger at this time is the peak, it is also the strongest time, and at the same time, it is also the most terrifying time.

Without any scruples, he draws his sword in anger, and vents everything as he pleases.

"Sword of Rage"

The blood-colored sword blade flew out quickly and silently, the sword slashed on Pojun, Yan Zhantian raised his sword to resist, but was still destroyed together with the hurricane.

A streak of blood splashed in the air, and Yan Zhantian flew out backwards.

Po Jun kept rolling in the air, Yan Zhantian's eyes were blurred, there was a sword mark on his chest, he couldn't block it after all.

"Still pretending to be dead? My sword is merciful!"

Yan Zhantian looked at Mo Qianshang standing on his chest in shock,

"you"

He didn't know how Mo Qianshang came here. Is there really such a miraculous lightness skill in this world?

Mo Qianshang smiled wickedly.

"What are you! You should still have a sword, right? But your sword is not strong enough, so I want to help you!"

Yan Zhantian had an ominous premonition in his heart,

"What do you want?"

Mo Qianshang raised the scabbard, patted his palms, and smiled wickedly.

"It's nothing! I just think you don't look good like this!"

The sound fell, and the scabbard was shot out, and Yan Zhantian's face had a pattern of the hilt, and it fell down quickly.

In the air, there were endless crackling sounds, accompanied by the flying of hair from time to time.

Li Hanyi was dumbfounded for a moment.

It was the first time she had seen Mo Qianshang so skinny, chasing after Yan Zhantian.

Seeing Yan Zhantian's face gradually swell, she was suddenly curious, how did he hit Zhao Yuzhen in the first place~~
after awhile.

Yan Zhantian, an eminent monk left behind at Tianfengkou.

Mo Qianshang turned around and sprinkled the last tuft of hair in the air.

Behind.

The man glared angrily, and the flames of Garuda were already burning in his eyes.

Mo Qianshang smiled without looking back.

"You don't need to thank me! Look, isn't this anger enough? Next time we meet, I hope you can satisfy me. Goodbye, Master Angry!"

Use the secret technique to pick it up in the morning and evening, and return to the girl.

Pulling up the girl's catkin, Mo Qianshang's suppressed mood in Tianqi suddenly relaxed.

"Han Yi, let's go."

The girl glanced at the bald Yan Zhantian in the distance, covered her mouth and smiled lightly,

"Where do we go next?"

"Mount Qingcheng! Give that dishonest Taoist a gift!"

　Monthly tickets and recommendation tickets are the driving force for my writing, don't forget.

　　I still go at my own pace, I have designed every plot very reasonably, and it will be useful later.

　　In fact, the pace is not slow, and I will not write in detail in many places. Don't worry, and don't say that I have a word count. I really don't have a word count.

　　I will read all your comments, so I will be sad.

　　This is Chapter 2, today is the weekend, and there will be Chapter 3.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)