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

Chapter 233
Clapping, the boy and Tang Lian looked at each other.

The two of them couldn't understand the act of dancing swords to add to the fun when introducing themselves to the girl, but she had already finished her performance at this moment, so the two had to applaud.

After thinking about it for a while, the boy felt that he was going to Gusu anyway, so he just happened to be with them.

"Since you say so, let's go together!"

The words are arrogant, and there is a hint of disrespect.

Baili Qingwu felt that he was arrogant and arrogant, so she quietly came to Tang Lian's side.

"Eldest brother, he probably felt that happiness came too suddenly, so he couldn't accept it all at once."

Tang Lian glanced at the young man, nodded,

"Junior Sister is right, I understand!"

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……

two months later.

Hanshan Temple in Gusu.

By the clear water pond.

The old tomb is still there, but the thatched cottage has collapsed.

Under the willow tree in front of the door, two teenagers, one big and one small, were sitting side by side on the swing, swinging at will.

With a little rouge between his brows, the unusually handsome monk was looking at the young man beside him with a doting expression.

"Nianqing, have I taught you his heart-to-heart, supernatural power, and Prajna heart clock?"

The young man is also very handsome and cute, with a pair of crystal clear red and blue eyes, and he is eating rice cakes at the moment, with a milky voice.

"Brother Wuxin, I have learned everything you taught me! I also learned the Nianhua fingering technique and the Bodhidharma sword technique by myself."

Wuxin smiled and narrowed her eyes, put her hand on his head, caressing him gently.

"Nianqing is so smart! If Brother Wuxin leaves in the future, remember to protect yourself well."

"Ah! Why did brother Wuxin leave? Nianqing can't bear you. Nianqing doesn't want brother Wuxin to leave."

The swing shook violently, Nianqing hugged Wuxin's waist, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Nian Qing cried heartbreakingly, and Wuxin couldn't bear it, but parting is normal in the world, there is no banquet that lasts forever, isn't it?
Wuxin clasped his hands together, expressing emotion in his heart,
"Amitabha. Brother Wuxin is going back to his home, and the old monk is going back to his home too. Nianqing, if you don't want to part with me in the future, you can come to Tianwaitian to visit me, and I will treat you to rice cakes!"

Nian Qing raised her red eyes,
"Really?"

Wuxin stretched out her right hand and placed it in front of him, "Of course! Brother Wuxin, why did you ever lie to you!"

Nian Qing stretched out her white and tender right hand, patted his palm lightly, and looked at him sincerely.

"It's a promise!"

Wuxin narrowed his eyes, rubbed his hair, and smiled,

"A word is settled!"

evening.

An ordinary-looking woman took the sleeping Nian Qing from Wu Xin's arms.

"It's time."

Inadvertently sighed,

"Yes! In the blink of an eye, 12 years have passed."

With clasped hands, Wuxin smiled, and headed towards Hanshan Temple,

"Amitabha, Jiang Hu, the little monk is here!"

……

three days later.

Three Yebei horses stopped at the foot of Hanshan Temple.

Tang Lian dismounted,

A monk from Hanshan Temple who had been waiting here for a long time hurried forward, bowed to each other,
"Excuse me, is this Mr. Tang from Xueyue City?"

Tang Lian grabbed the horsewhip and cupped her fists, "I'm right here."

The monk glanced at Baili Qingwu and Mo Qianshang, whose alias was Shiyue, and Tang Lian quickly explained.

"They are my Junior Brother and Junior Sister. We were ordered to escort the dart together."

As he spoke, he handed over Baili Dongjun's letter.

The monk glanced at the letter, clasped his hands together,

"Amitabha. Three benefactors, please follow me!"

"Master please!"

When we came to the gate of Hanshan Temple, there were few people here, except for a long sword stuck in the gate.

The monk opened the door and beckoned the three of them to enter.
Tang Lian asked curiously,
"Master, what is this sword?"

The monk glanced at it and sighed.

"It's been plugged in the door for more than ten years! I don't remember the specific reason, but no one can pull it out. Over time, it's like this!"

"True or fake? Wouldn't it be a lie to us?"

Baili Qingwu walked over in disbelief.

Holding the hilt of the sword with his right hand, exerting force, the long sword did not move at all.

The girl didn't believe in evil, she held the hilt of the sword with both hands, but she still couldn't pull it out, and she was still panting from exhaustion, so she let go of her hand and cursed.

"It's so evil!"

Tang Lian walked to the door and said hello.

"Junior Sister, let's go!"

Said to go in.

Baili Qingwu quickly responded.

"Oh! Brother, wait for me!"

He ran in without looking back.

And at this time, the boy came to the sword.

Silent.

The sword trembled slightly, let out a sword groan, and bursts of sword energy.

Ten years of waiting, Jun, is finally here.

The young man grasped the hilt of the sword, slowly pulled it out, and sighed.

"It's been 12 years. Ting Yu, you have worked hard these years."

The sword chanted and screamed, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal. After twelve years, the spirituality of the long sword has greatly increased.

Gently brushing the blade with his left hand, the young man could feel the joy of the long sword.

"Let's go home."

Grabbing with his right hand, the scabbard hanging on the plaque flew to the palm of his hand.Ting Yu sheathed it, tied it on his body, and the boy walked in.

After half a day.

A double-drive carriage, accompanied by a horse, started heading to the northwest.

Baili Qingwu rode on the Yebei horse, and kept looking into the carriage. Through the curtain of the carriage, she could see a piece of gold and the boy lying on it.

"Brother, this golden coffin is what we escorted this time? What's inside?"

"Drive", Tang Lian replied while controlling the horse.

"I don't know either. The master didn't say anything in his letter, he only said that we should be sent to Jiulong Temple safely, and that someone will pick us up along the way!"

Baili Qingwu pursed her lips and snorted coldly, "I just like to play tricks, why don't we secretly open it and take a look? What is so valuable! It's worth being escorted by the youngest hero in Xueyue City!"

Tang Lian said with a straight face.

"No! The master has ordered that you can't open it at will. Junior sister, don't embarrass me!"

Turning her head away, the girl looked disdainful, but she also knew that Tang Lian was strict in her actions and would not change her words easily.

Turning her eyes, Baili Qingwu suddenly asked.

"Hey, Shiyue, is the sword on your waist the one at the gate of Hanshan Temple just now?"

The young man was lying on the coffin with his arms propped up. Hearing that, he just glanced at her,
"Yes!"

"How did you pull it out?"

"It came out naturally!"

Facing the boy's nonsense, the girl gritted her teeth!
"Hmph, isn't it just a broken sword? I don't care about it! Drive!"

With a flick of the horsewhip, the girl walked away.

Tang Lian shook her head helplessly, "Drive", drove the carriage to catch up, and at the same time did not forget to tell the boy on the coffin.

"October, usually remember to give way to Qingwu. Although she has a temper like a young lady, she is kind-hearted and has no bad intentions."

The young man glanced at him and had a little understanding of his character, he was rigid but not rigid.

"Okay. I'll keep an eye out!"

'It seems that Tang Lian's character is a bit like that guy Tang Lianyue!A little shy and a little thin-skinned.interesting! '

"Tang Lian, aren't you Xueyue Sword Immortal's disciple? Why haven't I seen you with a sword?"

Facing Mo Qianshang's questioning, Tang Lian froze for a moment, a little embarrassed, then smiled wryly,
"When I was apprenticed to a teacher, the master said, I am a good piece of rough jade, and I need the best swordsman to carve it, so she is just accepting apprentices on behalf of others, and I am not her real disciple. In fact, she only taught me a Set of swordsmanship."

The boy wondered thoughtfully.

"What swordsmanship?"

Tang Lian hesitated to speak, and finally sighed.

"Sancai swordsmanship, flat stab!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The boy almost choked to death on his own saliva.

　I don't want to plagiarize, but also want to have a better interaction with Boys' Songs, so I cut in this way.

　　Anyway, it’s only been a month. After finishing writing, I will write my harem essay.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)