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

Chapter 142 Saying Goodbye to the North and Going to the South
Yes, it cannot be awe-inspiring.

Demons are scary.

The combination of Mozun Mo Qianshang makes people fearful to awe.

Hearing this, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then jumped up and down.

"Run! The Demon Venerable killed someone!"

"Help! The Demon Lord has appeared!"

In an instant, the birds and beasts scattered, and the front of the door was swept away.

How arrogant he was just now is how embarrassing he is now.

Mo Qianshang sneered, showing disdain for this group of martial arts professionals, how many heroes can come here to provoke trouble.

Slowly stepped forward and pressed on the hilt of Tingyu's sword.

murmur.

"Ting Yu, stay here to guard the temple, don't let people disturb them. If Han Yi comes, tell her, I miss her very much."

Hearing the rain shake, he groaned softly.

Mo Qianshang sighed slightly, took off the scabbard, flung it back, and hung it next to the plaque in Hanshan Temple.

The right hand condensed into a sword, wrote a doggerel beside it, and then slowly descended the mountain.

Leave.

Next to the thatched cottage.

A bottle of sake was poured on the grave of the first mountain flower.

Here, one of the most frustrated men in the world was buried.

Mo Qianshang was leaning against the grave, drinking the light wine he bought from the roadside, with a bewildered expression on his face.

"Brother Ye, you haven't been the devil for half a year, and I, the devil, stole the limelight. You probably didn't expect it!"

"You said that if I, like you, were also possessed by demons, would the sky in Beili change? But I don't want to! What's the point of killing Xiao Ruojin? It's just a change of emperor. Hey, in this world, After all, there are still many people who are frustrated!"

Leaning on the grave, talking to himself, at this moment, he was a little lonely.

"Now everyone in Beili is yelling at me, they are afraid of me. Hey, I can only leave Beili and go to Nanjue.

You said you have been to Nanjue before, is there any difference between Nanjue and Beili? "

No one answered, and no one will answer.

Smiling wryly, Mo Qianshang took a sip, he just wanted to talk.

Suddenly, a sword shadow suddenly appeared.

The sword stopped at his throat, but he didn't move.

Continuing to drink, Mo Qianshang said calmly.

"Why did you appear here? I thought you should go back to Heaven!"

The visitor was wearing an emerald green gown, with a veil covering his beautiful face.

The figure is graceful and graceful.

Through those eyes, one can still see the beauty of the woman.

The woman narrowed her eyes and said coldly.

"You are not afraid of death?"

Mo Qianshang remained indifferent, still drinking wine, unaware of the sword that was less than one finger away.

"As long as you use your sword, you can't kill me!"

"I heard that you are being beaten by everyone now, and you are the most famous devil in the world!"

"Yes, so what! Aren't you also a demon saint from Tianwaitian? Yueqing!"

Yueqing snorted coldly, put the sword around her waist, stared at him firmly, and sighed slightly.

It's been a long time, time flies so fast.

To be honest, she didn't expect to meet him here.

The last time we met was two years ago, probably in the country of Khotan.

At the beginning when he went north alone to try to save Ye Dingzhi, she saw his stubbornness and his high spirits.

The two-month carriage journey made her no longer afraid, and it was also the first time she really got to know him.

Fear, fear, leave her, but those eyes will still appear in her mind.

Maybe it's knowing that everything is impossible, maybe it's knowing that he has never existed in his heart.

So when she heard that he was going to get married, she just blessed him silently.

But when she heard that he had become the Demon Lord of the World, she felt that fate had started to play tricks on others again. It used to be Ye Dingzhi, but now it was him.

Little did they know, she would also become a pawn.

Life is like chess, and world affairs are like songs.

Perhaps, time and experience can really change everything.

Today, his face is still indifferent, and he has matured a lot.

She has also grown a lot, she is no longer as impulsive as before, and has learned to hide her emotions deeply in her heart.

At this time, she realized that Mo Qianshang's eyes were covered with a ribbon, and she asked in confusion.

"What's wrong with your eyes?"

"As you can see! Blind!"

Yueqing froze for a moment, then trembled suddenly.

"Blind, how is it possible! With your strength, who can hurt you?"

"Blind is blind. Nothing to say. Why are you here?"

Yueqing took a deep look at him, then lowered her head slightly, and looked at the thatched hut opposite Qingshui Lake.

"After Ye Dingzhi's death, the Eastern Expedition failed, and I settled here."

"Also, this is also a good choice for you."

"Yeah, days without disputes seem to be very good. I suddenly understand why my sister doesn't want Tianwaitian to start a war. Many people just want to live simply, and that's enough."

silence.silence.

War, this is a very serious topic.

After a while.

"Where's Li Hanyi?"

"It should be in Xueyue City."

"I heard you killed her father?"

"Yes"

Yueqing said decisively,
"I don't believe it! Although others say so, I absolutely don't believe you will do this."

Mo Qianshang didn't understand why this woman believed in him so much,

"Oh, why don't you think so?"

Yueqing stared at him with her phoenix eyes, and said slowly.

"I don't believe that a person who has traveled thousands of miles and desperately wanted to bring back his friends would do such a thing!"

Smiling, Mo Qianshang slowly got up, threw the wine bottle at will, and walked towards Nanjue.

"Believe it or not, this is the truth! After leaving, I can still see an acquaintance before leaving, not bad!"

Yueqing looked at his handsome back, pursed the corners of her mouth, but finally had nothing to say.

What can I say?Does she have anything to do with him?
Maybe not even friends.

Laughing at herself slightly, Yueqing shook her head slightly.

Just about to leave.

But Mo Qianshang suddenly stopped, turned around and walked over.

"Wait, I need you to give me a ride!"

Yueqing: "???"

Mo Qianshang scratched his head in embarrassment.

"I have no money, and I don't know how to get there! So you take me for a ride! Just leave Beili!"

Yueqing twitched slightly, turned her head and ignored it.

Mo Qianshang stood in front of her, the shadow on her body covered her body, bringing a strong sense of oppression, a wave of cold clothes came towards her, and sneered.

"I'm not discussing with you, I'm informing you! Miss Yueqing! I'm the Demon Lord! Do I need to be reasonable? Do I? I don't need it!"

At this moment, Mo Qianshang seemed to fall in love with this title a little bit.

Strong enough, you can really do whatever you want!

Yueqing glared at her. She didn't like being coerced, but Mo Qianshang didn't notice it and shrugged her shoulders.

His right hand suddenly rested on her shoulder.

Yueqing was stunned for a moment.

Then I felt that my eyes no longer belonged to me alone.

In other words, it was borrowed by someone!
Mo Qianshang was slightly puzzled, the picture that appeared in his mind at this moment seemed to be a little special.

"By the way, what you see in your eyes is really different from others!"

Yueqing shook her shoulders in shame and indignation, trying to shake his hand off, but there was no way.

Hearing his words, the beautiful face under the veil was slightly puzzled, and her long eyebrows and eyes were slightly frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"You see that there is no hatred in my eyes. It's strange, it's strange! You're a little unhappy, no, there's even a hint of joy, what's going on!"

Yueqing's face turned pale when she heard the words.

These are all her inner thoughts, and they were peeped by others.

Some people say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, so in many cases, what is expressed in the eyes is a person's emotions.

'How did he know what I was thinking, or how did he know what he was seeing? '

At this moment, Yueqing lost her voice.

The cold voice was mixed with shyness and anger.

"You, you, how do you know!"

Mo Qianshang smiled and pointed to his heart with a proud expression on his face.

"Mind reading! Believe it or not?"

Yueqing shook her head decisively.

"Impossible, there is no such skill in Jianghu!"

Mo Qianshang pointed to the Hanshan Temple on the mountain.

"There's a monk there, he understands! And he's very good! He just taught me, and I just learned it!"

Yueqing's face paled again.

"It's his mind! You actually know his mind, one of the six great magical powers of Buddhism!"

Mo Qianshang let go of her shoulders and smiled.

"That's right! It's just the first glimpse, let me borrow your eyes! Let's go! Take me away from Beili!"

Yueqing was about to refuse, but when she thought of being peeped into her heart if she resisted, she immediately panicked.

"It's enough to just send you away from Beili, right!"

Mo Qianshang took the lead, proudly holding his chest out, with his hands behind his back.

"Of course!"

Pursing her lips, Yueqing followed.

The thatched cottage behind him was still swaying in the wind.

The little flower on the grave shook slightly, as if showing a smile.

. . .

The border town of Nanyang.

sunset.

A carriage slowly drove out of the border.

As a border city, although Beili and Nanjue often fought, the two sides also had trade, so there were not many people traveling between the two countries.

As long as it is not during the war, there will never be a shortage of merchants traveling north and south.

Especially in this place in the south of the Yangtze River, there are rich products and a complete range of merchants, and a large number of merchants have emerged.

After the carriage drove out of the pass, it stopped thirty miles outside the city.

A blind man with a bamboo pole and two swords on his back slowly got out of the carriage.

He is blind, so he won't attract attention by walking with a bamboo pole.

Although, he's already compelling.

"You can go back, just send me here!"

Mo Qianshang spoke softly.

Take one step at a time and walk south on the bamboo pole.

I didn't look back, because I couldn't see anything when I looked back.

"Hi, when are you coming back?"

Mo Qianshang smiled without looking back.

"No idea! A lot of people ask me this question, I really don't know, but I'll be back! Definitely will!"

Yue Qing stood on the carriage, looking at the man who disappeared into the horizon at the same pace in the afterglow of the setting sun, the corners of her mouth pursed.

The sound of the bamboo pole gradually faded away, slowly disappearing into my ears.

At this moment, his back was so lonely and sad.

When a person goes to a strange place, won't he be lost?

Especially since he was blind.

"If he is willing, maybe he can control Tianwaitian and become a real demon king like Ye Dingzhi! But he chose a different path from Ye Dingzhi."

Choices determine different attitudes in life.

Mo Qianshang did not choose revenge, but chose to leave.

Maybe a little wronged, maybe a little sad.

However, this is his choice.

Ye Dingzhi could no longer turn back.

And he has to go back and marry her, so he can only leave.

One day, the truth will come out.

At that time, he will come back.

At that time, he will be so strong that he is invincible in the world!

The year was June [-]th in the ninth year of Mingde
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　　Regarding this book, in fact, my core idea is to follow the idea of ​​the original book, focusing on the rivers and lakes, supplemented by courts.

　　I don't think the kind of novels that start a new war and turn into a hegemony are not suitable for the genre of Jianghu.

　　Just like my last book, the last book is about historical hegemony, so many times, I will write about conspiracies and wars, and this book will only write about the love between children and the stories of rivers and lakes.

　　After writing here, how should I put it, I am satisfied.

　　The following content is some ideas and writing methods of my third book. Brothers who don’t like to read, you can wait for this volume to finish and read the fourth volume directly. If you like to read it, you can follow it. The guarding process lasted about a month.

　　The description will be much more detailed, because there is no need to rush the plot.

　　
　
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