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

Chapter 121

Ming nine years on January [-]st.

Ye Dingzhi, the leader of the Demon Cult, committed suicide in that cottage.

The thatched cottage no longer has a male master.

home, too.

Except for the parties involved and those present, no one knew the specific situation.

There are rumors in the world that Ye Dingzhi was killed by six young masters headed by Wang Rensun.

Among them, Ye Dingzhi's friend Sun Kongdao Wang Rensun plotted against him, resulting in Ye Dingzhi's untimely death.

Wang Rensun didn't explain this, but went to the Fanyin Temple in Khotan State in the Western Region to become a monk and worship Venerable Mo Ke as his teacher.

After the news of Ye Dingzhi's death came out, the morale of Beili Jianghu was greatly boosted, and a counterattack was launched, driving the Demon Cult out of Beili completely.

The fighting in the northern barbarians and the fighting in the southern Jue also came to an abrupt end, and the two sides were stationed on the border, facing each other.

Back in the day.

After Ye Dingzhi killed himself, Yi Wenjun wailed in despair.

Baili Dongjun also arrived.

Luo Qingyang also rushed back to the thatched cottage.

the next day.

The three buried him next to the cottage.

A wooden sign was erected.

The tomb of the late husband Ye Dingzhi, wife Yi Wenjun, friend Baili Dongjun, Mo Qianshang, Luo Qingyangli.

After that day, Baili Dongjun went to a small mountain in the south of Beili, and rescued the members of the Demon Cult who were trapped on the mountain, including Baifaxian, Ziyihou, and Ye Anshi.

Finally, a 12-year agreement was made.

Detain the young master of the Demon Cult, Ye Anshi, for 12 years.

After 12 years, Ye Anshi will return to Tianwaitian to inherit the position of leader.

At that time, exactly 17 years old.

According to reports, the [-]th faction in the south of the Yangtze River was not convinced that day, and they were unwilling to negotiate peace, and even clamored endlessly.

So Number Two Under Heaven made a sword move.

No objection since then
After that day.

At the request of Mo Qianshang, Yi Wenjun followed Luo Qingyang to Guliang City, and Luo Qingyang retired from the world.

And Ye Anshi worshiped under the seat of Master Wangyou, named: Wuxin.

Under Hanshan Temple
The thatched cottage finally collapsed.

Only the solitary tomb swayed in the wind.

Here, buried a legend, a poor man.

On the opposite side of Qingshui Lake.

There is an extra hut, and there is an extra woman who is outstanding.

How much sorrow can there be in the world is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

It's rare for her to let go of everything.

hatred?angry?blame?
Everything is shattered in the end, and the restoration of the country is out of reach, only the country remains the same, and the sunset is red after several reincarnations.

Everything returned to normal and the turmoil subsided slowly.

Nothing seems to have changed, but everything seems to have changed.

Spring breeze, if you feel sorry for flowers, will you allow me to be young again!
However, after this year, there will be no teenagers, only the ruthless spring breeze.

The dead are gone, and the living still have to face life after all.

Spring is coming, and the winter snow is gradually melting, only the branches of the plum blossoms still have a little snow.

Thunder Wasteland.

Seven-star grass, red luan flower, and dandelion are quietly emerging from the branches.

Spring seems to have arrived earlier this year.

Perhaps, Chun also wants to greet the couple as soon as possible and send her sincere blessings.

Inside Leijiabao.

Kirin Hall.

A five-year-old boy was punching hard in front of an old stake.

The stake remained motionless, and he persevered.

One board and one straight, sweat dripping, unconscious.

On the wooden stake, fingerprints and fist marks were superimposed on each other, crumbling.

After a while, the boy finished punching, wiped his sweat, and sat quietly on the ground.

Opening his eyes suddenly, a determined expression appeared on his immature face.

Stretching out the sword finger, a slight thunder came out from the fingertips.

It was the nine-day thunder that shook the sky and the earth, and the thunder finger pierced the sky ninety thousand miles.

As soon as he pointed at Cangshan Mountain, the wooden pile was finally overwhelmed and collapsed.

"Master, I succeeded!"

A smile appeared on his immature face.

"Good job! Wujie, Leijiabao will depend on you from now on!",
A resolute man walked in through the side door, his face full of relief.

The young man was delighted, with his head held high.

"Well, I will protect Leijiabao!"

men rejoice,

"Go take a shower, and then go to Mr. Zhang to learn today's homework!"

Curl your lips, grimacing.

"Master, I don't like reading!"

The man's face was fixed and his eyes were stern.

"Go! Do you hear me!"

He curled his lips and looked downcast.

"it is good"

The boy reluctantly compromised.

Reading is really painful.

"Brother Mo, Miss Hanyi, are you satisfied?"

"Well, he's grown up." Mo Qianshang led Li Hanyi into the room through the side door.

"It has also become stronger. The crying nose back then is actually a bit like a man now." Li Hanyi said comfortingly.

Dressed in white, Mo Qianshang changed back to his previous attire.

Perhaps, he hopes that he can be as pure and flawless as before.

Lei Qianhu groaned and coughed three times.

The right hand is very cold.

Mo Qianshang frowned, let go of the woman, and stepped forward.

Tap his right hand, Shaoyang, Sanjiao, Chigu three points, push, a cold air emerges from the fingertips.

Lei Qianhu felt a twinge of pain, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Qianshang frowned.

"I heard that you killed You Bing of the Demon Sect, but I didn't expect you to be poisoned by the Frost Palm's cold poison."

"Well. At least alive."

"You can survive until now, Leijiabao seems to have a good doctor."

"Brother Hong saved me."

"Lei Hong? I heard that he was expelled from Leimen for making swords."

"We all understand some things. The ancestors' precepts cannot be violated, but they can also be modified."

Mo Qianshang nodded,
"I can save you, but your right hand may not be able to practice boxing in this life."

Lei Qianhu smiled and waved.

"No, Lei Qianhu, who doesn't know how to punch, is still the master of Leimen?"

Mo Qianshang sighed.

"Never mind!"

With the right hand pointing out quickly, a warmth rose from Shaoyang acupoint.

Lei Qianhu was surprised.

"What is this for?"

"Yin and yang counteract each other, my flaming yang internal force can protect your right hand and make you feel better. If you figure it out in the future, you can come to me at any time."

"I won't thank you, this is Wu Jie's tuition fee."

"Hahaha"

The two laughed heartily.

Everything goes without saying, this is the world, and it is also a friend.

Lei Qianhu liked Mo Qianshang very much.

Because, he was Lei Qianhu's first friend from the rivers and lakes, and also the only one.

He wants to guard Leimen, so he is destined to be unable to leave, nor can he step into the rivers and lakes.

"Are you here to take Wujie to the wedding this time?"

Li Hanyi shook his head, took Mo Qianshang's hand, and leaned against each other.

"It's not time yet. Just come and see him. He's fine now, that's enough."

Lei Qianhu hesitated slightly.

"Are you sure you won't see him for a while? He has missed you very much in the past two years."

"No. It's only two months, we will see you."

Lei Qianhu nodded and sighed softly.

"Is Brother Yunhe all right in Xueyue City?"

"My hand is broken, and my heart is dead. The realm has fallen, and I read books all day to relieve boredom. Now I am the elder who guards the pavilion"

"Hey."

Some people are too proud, so proud that once they are defeated, they cannot get out of the shadows.

Having lost his right hand, Lei Yunhe had already lost his confidence.

"It's getting late, we won't stay overnight. Remember to come on March [-]rd." The two joined hands, turned around, and left Leijiabao.

"Well, I'll take Wujie with me. Let's take a look at Brother Yunhe by the way!"

Mo Qianshang waved his hand and laughed.

"Remember to call that guy Lei Hong, I know he has bad intentions for my Hanyi, but unfortunately, it is doomed to be impossible!"

Li Hanyi struck out with a heavy hammer, Mo Qianshang covered his chest and smiled wryly.

Seeing the two go away, Lei Qianhu smiled wryly and shook his head helplessly.

"Brother Hong, why bother!"

"Qianhu, you speak as if you don't like her!"

Lei Hong with a full beard came out from the darkness. He hid for a long time, but he still didn't dare to see them.

Lei Qianhu smiled frankly,
"I like it! But likes don't have to be obtained. I think this is very good, after all, people have people they like."

Lei Hong covered his forehead, dejected.

"Qianhu, where did you learn this?"

Lei Qianhu took out a book and wrote three words: "Snow Comes Evening",
"Written by the newly emerging Jiangnan talented woman Xie Feixuan. It makes sense! Likes don't have to be obtained!"

Lei Hong: "."

Outside Leijiabao.

A red luan flower quietly emerged.

Mo Qianshang asked suddenly.

"Han Yi, what kind of life do you think you want?"

"You, me, father, mother, Wu Jie, we are all here, this is what I want!"

He looked at the expectation on her face, put his arms around her, and smiled.

"Okay, we'll all be there."
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Apocalypse City

Zhengyang Palace.

on the throne.

The man looked at the 12-year agreement in the memorial, calm and indifferent, with a cold light in his eyes.

"Jinxuan, are you sure Ye Dingzhi is dead?"

"Yes. I saw him buried with my own eyes."

"Where is Concubine Xuan? Why didn't you bring it back?"

Jin Xuan hesitated for a moment.

"He was taken away by Luo Qingyang."

"You didn't stop him?"

"Mo Qianshang made a move to block it, the five of us are not opponents."

The man was silent for a long time and murmured.

"Heroes use martial arts to break the ban, and literature uses Confucianism to disrupt the law. What the ancient "Han Feizi" said is indeed true. Unfortunately, there is nothing I can do."

Jinxuan bowed his head in silence.

"Jinxuan, do you think this rivers and lakes really want to let it go?"

Jinxuan hesitated, hesitated to speak.

The man said coldly.

"Although I say, I'm sorry you are not guilty."

Jin Xuan spoke softly.

"Your Majesty, King Langya has a lot to do with Jiang Hu. I'm afraid he won't agree to this matter."

"Yes, Ruofeng gave me my throne!"

Jin Xuan panicked and knelt down.

"Forgive me, Your Majesty, but this is not what I mean."

"Get up. Is this world still my world?"

"Your Majesty, you must never say that, you are the master of the world!"

"It won't be anymore soon. Everyone outside is singing the praises of King Langya's virtue, right?"

"This"

"I heard that Ye Xiaoying under Ruofeng's command gave birth to a daughter. It seems that there is a congenital defect, right?"

Jinxuan was slightly taken aback, with a frightened expression on his face.

"Your Majesty, do you want to?"

"Hmph, I'm not that kind of person. You send the imperial doctor over there to have a look, and report the news to me when you come back."

Jin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes."

"Then Lei Mengsha is good at fighting, and fought well against the Northern Man, right?"

"Yes, the army is known as Lei Mengsha in silver and Ye Xiaoying in gold armor. Both of them are the pillars of the empire."

Emperor Mingde spoke softly.

"Pillar? It's a pity that their hearts are not with me, the lord of the empire. You go and help me find someone to come over."

Jinxuan was slightly taken aback,
"Your Majesty, please order."

"Call Ao Yu over, remember, don't let others see."

"His Majesty!"

"Jinxuan, you have been with me for so many years, if you have something to say, don't ask what you shouldn't, understand?"

Seeing the bloody light in Emperor Mingde's eyes, Jinxuan bowed his head and left.

It's been a long time.

A man proudly walked into Zhengyang Hall.

"What are you looking for from me?"

"A deal with you, a deal you can't refuse."

　Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a collection.

　　The second volume is mainly about Shaobai's plot line, mainly dialogues, so the writing is a bit uncomfortable.

　　The third volume is purely original, so it will be written in a similar way to the first volume.

　　The date will no longer appear frequently in the future. The date is mainly to advance to the Eastern Expedition of the Demon Cult. The Eastern Expedition of the Demon Cult is over, so there is no need to write it every time. This is a long plot, not the previous short plot. .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)