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

Chapter 234 Taking Dreams as Horses
With a sword, Kyushu is cold, and the gods and demons are frightened and angry.

……

Not long after the three left Hanshan Temple, a man wearing a red ghost mask came to the ancient temple.

Stepping on the moss-covered steps, the man stopped.

"Tingyu is gone! How is that possible!!"

The man walked to the position of the sword, took off his mask, revealing a white-haired face with deep eyes.

"A sword that shouldn't disappear has disappeared, and a person who disappeared in the world has returned. Where will the world go!"

"Crack!" A sunspot fell from the sky and landed on the chessboard of heaven and earth.

The owner of that hand showed a pair of domineering eyes and a smile in the game world.

"I say second who dares to be the first!"

……

The depths of the River of Eternal Darkness.

When the news of the disappearance of the sword came, a pair of red eyes suddenly appeared in the darkness.

"The dusty past will be revealed soon."

……

evening.

Longyuan City.

A carriage drove in slowly.

Longyuan City is located [-] kilometers south of Tianqi City, and there are endless mountains in the middle of Beili. Therefore, if you want to reach the northwest from Gusu as quickly as possible, leave JYG, and go to Jiulong Temple, the best route is to go north first. Then head west again.

And Longyuan City is the only way to go on this trip.

Stepping into Longyuan City, Baili Qingwu looked around, obviously full of curiosity about all this.

The people passing by also looked at her intentionally or unintentionally.

Without it, the woman is too beautiful.

Even though Baili Qingwu is covered with a veil, it is still difficult to hide her beauty.

"Eldest brother, we have been rushing for half a month, let's rest here tonight!"

The voice is as light as the whisper of the wind.

Seeing Baili Qingwu looking back at her, Tang Lian lowered her head slightly, nodded after thinking for a while,
"Then go to the Windtalker Inn ahead."

Baili Qingwu held the rein to let the horse go slower, looked at him curiously,
"Brother, how do you know there is a Windtalker Inn in front of you?"

Tang Lian felt a little emotional, shook the reins lightly, and said with a smile,

"In the past few years, I have been handling many things in Xueyue City, so I have been to most cities in Beili. Naturally, I also know the names of some famous local inns. will understand as well as I do."

Baili Qingwu showed an expression of sudden realization, and then she held the sword across her chest with her right hand, with a proud expression on her face,
"Aren't I walking the rivers and lakes now?"

Tang Lian froze for a moment, then smiled wryly, "That's right! Now, you are also in the rivers and lakes."

Inside the carriage.

The boy was lying on the golden coffin with his hands propped up.

"Hey, what's your name?"

A voice suddenly appeared in the boy's heart.

’ He must have thought it was haunted, or that he was hallucinating, and that look must have been funny.It's a pity that the monk couldn't see it.Alas, Amitabha! '

The corner of his mouth raised into a smile, the person who spoke thought so, and also looked forward to the boy's exclamation.

Hearing the voice, the young man froze for a moment, but showed a nearly perfect smile,

"Naughty!"

Then, a hearty voice appeared in the heart of the person who spoke.

"Are you awake? I thought you were going to sleep forever!"

When he opened his eyes suddenly, there was darkness in front of him.

But the shock of the person who spoke is still beyond words,
"How could you!"

"He understands, right?"

These two words were born in the heart of the person who spoke. He didn't expect that instead of scaring others, he would scare himself!
The person who spoke slightly raised a smile,

"Amitabha! I didn't expect there to be such a person among the people sent by Xueyue City."

The young man also raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, propped up one foot and drooped on the other, looked at the roof of the carriage, and sighed slightly.

"12 years. Want to go back?"

The person who spoke was silent for a moment, showing a helpless smile.

"Amitabha, is this a choice I can make? Many people want me to go back, many people don't want me to go back, many people are waiting for me to go back, and some people hope that I can't go back. But they have asked my opinion A dandelion in the wind, has anyone asked it where it wants to go?"

The young man smiled, sat up all of a sudden, knocked lightly on the coffin,
"Where do you want to go?"

The sound of knocking came in, the sound was insignificant, but for some reason it shook his heart, he stared blankly at the darkness in front of him, but for some reason, he felt a door and a light appeared in front of him.

Smiling, tilting his head slightly, he closed his eyes,

"Amitabha! Unexpectedly, the little monk was actually moved by you."

Sitting on the coffin, the young man smiled gratifiedly when he thought of the little boy carved in powder and jade.

"Really? Since you are moved, why don't you say it?"

"Is it meaningful to say it? Jianghu, you can't help yourself. The weak have no right to choose."

"But if you say it, maybe it will come true by accident? With dreams, there will be Jianghu, and with Jianghu, there will be the urge to use dreams as horses to live up to your youth. After all, you are a teenager, a teenager, everything is possible. "

He froze again, his eyes trembling.

The light door suddenly opened.

Behind the gate of light, there are rivers and lakes in spring breeze, the heroism of wine and songs, and the beauty of swords and graceful fairies.

"I want to go to Xueyue City. I heard that the wind, flowers, snow and moon dominate the world there. I want to go to the Gale Sea in Nanjue. I heard that the wind there is sweet and wet. I also want to go to Beiman in Mobei. Look, I heard that the women there are very enthusiastic..."

As he spoke, the boy closed his eyes and listened.

I do not know how long it has been.

He stopped his voice, and the boy opened his eyes,
"Your dream is beautiful, very quack."

"Really? These are the places my father has been to."

The boy froze for a moment, thinking of that handsome man, that man who had a miserable life.

Close your eyes, a tear drips from the corner of your eye.

"If your father knows that you have grown up so much now, he will be very pleased."

Shock.

surprised.

This sentence sounds like an old friend's tone.

"Who the hell are you? Do you know my dad?"

The boy sighed.

"For 12 years, I am very relieved that you have not been blinded by hatred. As for who I am, I am just a person who has been forgotten by the rivers and lakes, so let me not mention it. This journey has just begun, and you will know sooner or later. "

'Which old friend is it? '

This question lingered in his mind, but no matter how much he shouted, the boy still did not respond.

With doubts, he closed his eyes again.

"October, we're here! Remember to keep an eye on the carriage and don't let strangers approach you. Thank you for your hard work! I'll bring you delicious food later!"

Getting off her horse, Baili Qingwu walked into the Windtalker Inn first, and called Tang Lian to go in together.

As for the young man, there was no other way, the golden coffin always needed to be guarded, so he could only be wronged.

"Remember to bring a jug of wine!"

"Okay! Drunkard!"

Sitting on the carriage frame, he took the whip thrown by Tang Lian. The young man glanced at it and threw it on the coffin behind him.

"Dahei, Erhei, turn left, go straight and turn right."

then.

The two horses really walked to the stable according to his instructions obediently.

The young man leaned against the door shaft of the carriage, with a straw between his nose and lips, staring blankly at the sky, thinking of the girl in his heart.

"How should I explain it before she will forgive me!"

With a lot of thoughts, the boy scratched his head angrily.

The heart has its own place, but the sword is not focused, and the young man is worried.

Behind the horse next to it, a few stacks of straw moved slightly, revealing the cold light of the knife.

Behind the carriage, black shadows were slowly approaching.

……

　It is equivalent to rewriting the song line of youth.Fortunately, there are previous foreshadowings that can be used.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)