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

Chapter 124

Thunder House
The sky is full of stars, competing to shine.

The prosperity is no longer, the old days are gone.

There used to be a beautiful sword dance in the bamboo forest, as well as crying children.

Now, there are only fallen leaves in the wind and flowing water on the small bridge.

At this moment, the divorce period is less than ten days.

Lei Mengsha, who was supposed to come back today, didn't come back.

An arrow shot into Zizhuxuan from afar.

The man sitting in front of the corridor suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his right hand, grabbed the arrow body, took off the letter on it, and opened it.

Pupils widened, then fell silent.

Sighing blankly, the man remembered the woman's smile.

'Qian Shang, I hope you, father, mother, and Xiao Jie, we can be together forever. '

"Is it finally here?"

Looking west, he seemed to see the woman's expectation.

"If I go back, Han Yi will cry very sadly, right? After all, he's not here on such an important occasion. It's even possible."

wry smile.

"If I don't go back, Hanyi will be very angry, and she might beat me up! But at least her tears won't flow down."

Two choices, only one chance.

Today, the divorce period is less than ten days.

Option One: Be Selfish.

Going back, hugging the beauty back home, but remembering the words that senior brother Junyu said: Lei Meng's death is a calamity, and it should be in the South Jue. He faintly feels that this man will leave forever.

Watch him die?
He can't.

After all, he is Li Hanyi's most important relative.

Option two: go south.

If there is no accident, he can still catch that man back. With his speed, this time is enough.

But, will it really be so smooth?

Mo Qianshang looked at his right hand, and the motto of Venerable Mo Ke seemed to reappear in his hand.

"_Without Amitabha, there is no south. Therefore, my kalpa should also be in the south, right?"

The wind blew through the bamboo forest, blowing away his long hair.

He understood that he had no choice.

There is a calamity in the fate, but the number of days is the number of days, and the road ahead is difficult if there is no alternative.

With one roll and one tie in the right hand, the white robe has already covered the body.

Cooperate with that snow shirt.

At this moment, he was very desolate and desolate.

"After all, we still have to face it. I only hope that this is my illusion."

A sigh.

"General! Iron Horse Glacier! Return"

In the Jiange.

The two famous swords that had been shelved two years ago trembled slightly, then let out a soft moan, and flew out.

The red and blue rays of light soared into the sky, and no one knew when the sword came out of the mountain.

Rolling up the long sword and carrying it behind his back, the sword master came out of the mountain.

He stepped into the rivers and lakes again just like going north to Tianwaitian two years ago.

But this time, it was going south.

Yujian flew, leaving only a trail of flames in Leifu.

The breeze blew, and the letter turned over, and there were seven characters written on it: Leimeng Killing Yuanzheng Nanjue.

Half an hour ago.

Qin Tianjian

The stars are twinkling, obscure and difficult to understand, three stars of blood, greedy wolves, seven kills, the glory of breaking the army is blooming, and murderous intentions are everywhere.

Qi Tianchen sighed slightly, waved his white feather brush and left Qin Tianjian.

Tianqi City South Gate - Suzaku Gate.

Jian Guang flew away, but was stopped by a figure at the gate of the city.

Mo Qianshang's long hair was fluttering, and the blue turban was mixed with the strands of hair, looking as light as a dust.

Cold eyes, soft words.

"Master, are you going to stop me?"

The figure was Qi Tianchen, the teacher of Beili.

Looking at the killing intent in Mo Qianshang's eyes, Qi Tianchen was secretly startled. The person who had such eyes last time was Ye Dingzhi.

But now, it was an even more terrifying person.

But, he has to try.

With a flick of the whisk, Qi Tianchen slowly stepped forward, stroked his long beard and sighed softly.

"At the invitation of a friend, I come to persuade you."

"How to persuade?"

"Going here, there will be a thousand miles of blood, and a narrow escape. How about turning back to Xueyue, and the wedding date remains the same, wouldn't it be beautiful?"

Mo Qianshang's heart sank, Qi Tianchen's appearance really confirmed his premonition was true.

But does he have a choice?
"If I don't go, Lei Mengsha will die, right?"

"The old man doesn't know."

"Then how do you know I might die?"

"The old man's friend said."

"Mount Qingcheng Lu Suzhen?"

"Yes!"

"What else did he say?"

"The house leaks when it rains overnight, and the ship is late and hits the wind again."

As soon as the words fell, Qi Tianchen suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Mo Qianshang was slightly puzzled, but he didn't make a move.

"Master, what are you?"

Helplessly shaking his head, Qi Tianchen smiled wryly.

"It's okay, it's just leaking the secret, it's just a backlash. I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, my friend probably didn't expect it either."

Mo Qianshang didn't understand, but he didn't want to think about it at the moment.

Passing by Qi Tianchen, he had already made his choice.

"If there is a calamity, I should take the calamity. I can't escape. Besides, I can't do it while watching him die."

"You changed him, what should you do yourself?"

"That said, it can still be changed, can't it?"

"Do you know what the number of days is? One peck and one grind have their own destiny. One calamity and one calamity are all samsara, which cannot be easily changed. Besides, you also have calamities yourself, so it will make the situation worse."

Mo Qianshang paused slightly, his back became more and more gloomy, and he smiled.

"If I don't go to hell, whoever will go to hell. If so, all kinds of disasters will be imposed on me. I am willing to enter the three thousand hells and be spurned by the world!"

After all, people have gone south with the sword, leaving only the breeze.

Qi Tianchen shook his head,
"Idiot!"

He waved his whisk, turned and left.

It's not something he can participate in.

Mo Qianshang's body has the gaze of heaven, which shows that Mo Qianshang is doomed.

"Heaven will send a great mission to the people, Mo Qianshang, no one can tell whether this trip is a blessing or a curse."

Snow Moon City.

An inexplicable heartache suddenly appeared.

Two tears flowed from the corners of Li Hanyi's eyes, she seemed to see that lonely figure in the distance,

"Qian Shang, are you alright?"

"Han Yi, what's wrong?"

Li Xinyue walked to her side.

Li Hanyi hugged her, tears streaming down his face.

"Mom, I think something is wrong!"

Dragon rises from the city.

Located a hundred miles south of Tianqi.

It is rumored that Xiao Yi, the emperor who left the country in the north, raised his troops here and eventually swept the world.

In this regard, it is unknown whether it is a rumor or a legend.

But this city is named Longqi because of this, which means that the rising dragon rises and rises, and it is the only way to go from north to south.

There is a tall pavilion in the city, named Longteng Pavilion.

The dragon soars into the nine heavens, and the thunder changes, and the dragon transforms into a dragon and rides the wind to roam freely.

It refers to the height of the pavilion and the vastness of the pavilion.

now.

Longqi City is covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning.

Lightning strikes from time to time, as if striking on the Dragon Pavilion. In the distance, it looks like immortals crossing the catastrophe, and it is like a group of demons dancing wildly.

Pavilion top.

A golden sword light hundreds of feet long suddenly split out, cutting through the sky and sweeping across the sky.

The strong sword qi and the radiance of the sword light illuminated the city and destroyed Longteng Pavilion.

The rain was falling, and two silhouettes appeared in the rain and mist.

Two figures stood on the remaining ruins of Longteng Pavilion.

An indifferent man held a long blood-colored sword horizontally in his right hand, and a trace under his body showed that he had retreated several meters.

On the opposite side is an old man with white beard, the sword in the old man's hand has been unsheathed, his face is pale, like a dry bone in the flash of lightning.

"who are you?"

"Ling Xuzi of the Spirit Sword School"

"I don't know you, why stop me?"

"If you continue to go south, someone will stop you along the way."

Mo Qianshang's eyes froze, and a bloodstain slowly flowed from his right hand, dripping on the ground.

Just now, he was injured.

"You can't kill me. But you are going to die, does it make sense?"

Lingxuzi was calm and calm.

Because, his heart is broken at this moment, even if Mo Qianshang let him go, he will not live for half an hour.

With a wry smile, he recalled the arrival of that person a few days ago.

. . .

"Spirit Sword Sect must make a move this time. If they don't make a move, there is no need for them to exist."

Facing the opponent's strength, Lingxuzi was helpless.

Because being weak is the original sin.

For the sake of everyone in the Spirit Sword Sect, he had to sacrifice.

After the man left.

He took out the sword from the sword pavilion that he had raised since the day he went up the mountain.

He still remembered that his master told him not to take out this sword unless it was absolutely necessary.

Now, he has to use it.

He still remembered the way his big apprentice Luo Yu cried when he took over the head order when he left.

"Yu'er, the Spirit Sword Sect is entrusted to you. Remember, being weak is the original sin."

That day, that bohemian man no longer smiled.

Luo Yu grew up overnight.

Because, his master used his life to tell him that it was he who bought Xiaoyao with his life.

. . .

Shaking his head, he felt that he was still thinking wildly before he died.

Lingxuzi looked at the man in front of him who had never masked his face, but at first sight he was life and death.

"Mo Qianshang, your name is known to everyone, and it's a pity to meet you under such circumstances. What I didn't expect is that I have raised it for nearly 50 years. With this sword of my own skill, It could have killed half a step of fugue, but it only hurt you."

Mo Qianshang looked at him indifferently, he saw that the person in front of him was already a dead person.

"Does it make sense to hurt me?"

Lingxuzi shook his head.

"If you turn back now, then there will be no. But if you continue to go south, then there will be."

"How to say?"

"Have you heard of Song Yu's "Feng Fu" at the end of the Warring States Period in ancient times?"

Mo Qianshang was startled slightly, and spoke softly.

"The wind rises from the end of Qingping, and the waves form between the waves. The strong wind that blows everything is often just a seemingly slight breath at first, but if you let this breeze pass by streams, mountain passes, and along the way, There will be more and more power, and when it climbs to the top of the mountain, it will become a storm that sweeps the world, and no one can control it and let it destroy everything."

Lingxuzi smiled wryly.

"You get it, right? You are the one that the wind is going to destroy right now.

You are too strong, so strong that no one can beat you.

Therefore, if you want to kill you, you must pay the price.

And I am just that breeze, and along the way, someone will continue to strengthen that breeze until it turns into a storm and destroys you.

Knowing that the road ahead is a dead end, do you still want to go on now? "

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I admire you very much. You have done everything I couldn't do when I was young. So I don't want you to die."

Mo Qianshang sighed slightly.

How could he not know?

The person in front of him only made a sword, and this sword used his whole life's skill and life in exchange, but it was only to hurt him, so the difficulty behind it can be imagined.

However, this is a conspiracy, all he can do is draw his sword.

"Thank you, but I have no choice."

"Ugh"

Some people are afraid of death, and some people are not afraid of life and death.

Lingxuzi sighed and slowly closed his eyes.

The sword in his hand made a crisp sound and shattered into pieces.

Mo Qianshang glanced at him, and Yu Jian went south.

With a bang, the wreckage of the Longteng Pavilion collapsed.

Ling Xuzi of the Spirit Sword Sect was buried in the ruins.

Starting from Long Qiyang to make a living, one sword and one life is the breeze.

The waves are only in a moment, there is no choice but fate is sealed.

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

　　The approximate design should be guessed.

　　But this is not all my design, there are some special scenes.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)