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

Chapter 257 The reason for drawing the sword
"sword?"

Dazed, ridiculous.

Tang Lian looked up to the sky and laughed, tears flowed from the laughter.

"Sword! You actually talked about swords with me! What kind of sword do I know? Sancai swordsmanship? Flat stab? Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

He didn't say it, but there was a strong complaint in his words.

For so many years, he came to Xueyue City from the Tang Sect to study as a teacher, but he only learned the three-talented swordsmanship.

As the chief disciple of Xueyue City, he used Tang Sect's method, does he want to do this?

Do not!
No!

But does he have a choice?
The voice in the darkness fell silent again.

After a while, he sighed deeply.

"Tang Lian, what do you think is a sword?"

Tang Lian froze for a moment, then calmed down slightly,
"Sword, a weapon of murder, a weapon of ruthlessness."

"This is the understanding of ordinary people. You can't say you are wrong, but you are not right either.

Using a sword is actually being a human being.

There are tens of thousands of people in the world, and swords are also in various forms.

A sword has double edges, a person has good and evil, one thought becomes a devil, and one thought becomes a Buddha.

Swords are straight and straight, people are good and evil, one thought of hell, one thought of heaven.

This is a sword, and it is also a person.

To use a sword, you must first understand why you draw your sword!Draw the sword to prove life and death, the sword of common people.Draw the sword to seek the world, the sword of the king, draw the sword to be free, the sword of the rivers and lakes!Although your master did not teach you advanced sword skills, do you really understand why you draw your sword? "

"Why draw the sword? Why draw the sword?"

Mumbling, dazed, Tang Lian kept muttering these words.

Suddenly, the screen changed, and the dream returned to the past in an instant.

A teenager was sitting on the steps and looked up from time to time.

Pouted, bowed his head again.

Look up again.

Head down again.

……

"Tang Lian, this person in front of me! Do you know him?"

Returning to her senses, Tang Lian stared blankly at the young man, her eyes trembling, "This is! Me!"

That year, he became the disciple of Tang Lianyue, the chief instructor of the Tang Sect.

That year, he became the envy of others in the Tang Sect.

However, that year, his parents never came back.

That year, he became an orphan.

"What made me forget them?"

Tang Lian stared blankly at the young man, and touched her chest with her right hand. The dusty memory slowly came to life, and tears slowly dripped down.

"Daddy, Mommy. Lian'er misses you so much."

The past is forgotten, but it will not disappear.

on the screen.

Two vague figures, a man and a woman, came up from the bottom of the steps. The young man looked at them timidly, but he saw the man slowly stretch out his hand and touched the young man's head.

"This is a meeting ceremony!"

……

"This is! This is!"

Trembling.

Can't believe it.

What did he see!
A sword intent passed from the man's hand into the young man's body, and he fell asleep in his sea of ​​energy.

"The fairy caressed my head, and my hair tied for longevity. It turns out that I was touched by a fairy before!"

Tang Lian lowered her head again and touched her chest. He felt a sword intent that had been sleeping for more than ten years.

It was waiting for him to tell it, the reason for drawing the sword!
Do you need a reason to draw your sword?

need!
Tang Lian slowly closed her eyes, recalling the past memories.

His despair that day!
His turning point that day.

His unwillingness that day.

"I want to see my parents. I want to see my family, I want to be with them. That's why I draw my sword! I want to protect those I care about!"

A lightsaber appeared in front of him.

There was a voice again in the darkness.

"This sword intent has been waiting for you for 13 years, pull it out!"

Hold the hilt of the sword, and slowly pull out your right hand!
This moment has never been so solemn.

Tang Lian's heart trembled every time the sword was struck.

It wasn't until the long sword was in hand that Tang Lian realized that she had really pulled out the sword in her heart.

"What is this sword called?"

A voice came again from the darkness,
"Lonely moon in the sky!"

The sky is lonely, only the lonely moon sings alone.

The lonely moon once illuminated ancient and modern people, and today's people miss the old people when they look at the moon.

It's too late to say.

in reality.

Everyone saw Tang Lian froze in place and closed her eyes.

Everyone thought he had given up.

Although a little reconciled, it is still understandable.

After all, Wushuang is really strong.

However, when Nvrui was about to rush to save him, Xiao Se suddenly shouted,
"No! He hasn't given up yet!"

Sudden.

The long sword trembled, and everyone present looked at their weapons.

"This is!"

Baili Qingwu gently pressed Busanchen down.

The white-haired fairy suddenly turned her head, looked at the jade sword on the table, lost her composure for a moment,
"This sword intent! It turns out that Tang Lian is your disciple!"

Xiao Se showed disbelief in his eyes,
"The legendary sword heart resonance! Doesn't he only know the three talents of swordsmanship?"

Sikong Qianluo also looked depressed,
"That's right! Since when did the senior brother have such a strong sword intent! Even my Silver Moon Spear is trembling!"

Wushuang's face was solemn, his sword trembled the most, so he understood what was going on in front of him.

"This sword intent! So my opponent is you! Tang Lian!"

"lotus!"

Tiannurui covered her lips with her hands, trembling with excitement.

At this time.

"Eldest brother, take the sword!"

Baili Qingwu threw out the dust.

Tang Lian opened her eyes, a stream of cold air gushed out of his body, and white frost formed within tens of meters in an instant.

Holding Bu Dianchen, slowly spit out four words from his mouth,
"Lonely moon in the sky!"

Sword up!

The moon night falls, and the lone moon hangs high.

Everyone was taken aback.

Even Xiao Se lost his voice,
"It turned out to be this sword!"

One after another moonlight sprinkled down.

A chill spreads.

At this moment, only Tang Lian is the protagonist.

Tang Lian rose slowly, her eyes calm.

The hand holding the long sword has never been so familiar for a moment.

The sword seems to be a relative, a family member, and a part of the body.

Sword held high!
The crescent moon is falling!

The crescent moon turned into light and shadow and fell into the sword, and Buranchen instantly turned into the sword of Yuehua.

"The glory of Xueyue City! Defend it by me!"

Sword swung!
With his last internal strength and determination, Jianyi turned into a white beam of light and rushed out together!
"Jueying! Killing! Two dragons go to sea!"

The two swords turned into red and blue colors, and turned into two dragons intertwined together until they turned into two-color beams of light, facing the white beam of light.

The extremely strong sword intents collided violently in the air, the sky was dim, and only the two lights in front of them competed with each other!

Mo Qianshang glanced at it, moved his body, "Now that I understand it! It's time to start learning swords. It's shameful for others to say that my first disciple only knows Tang Sect's hidden weapons."

"Who do you think will win?"

Facing Sikong Qianluo's question, Xiao Se smiled gently at her, "Don't you expect Tang Lian to win? Why don't you believe him!"

Sikong Qianluo opened his eyes wide with anger,

"you!"

Xiao Se laughed again,

"Okay! Don't worry, there is no reason to lose Tang Lian's sword!"

Sikong Qianluo turned his head away, "Then trust you once!"

'Actually, this guy looks good when he smiles. '

Her face was reddish, and the girl was a little panicked.

And on the field.

A light flashed.

Then everything seemed to return to calm.

Tang Lian stood on the ground holding a sword in her right hand.

For the first time, the demeanor of a swordsman appeared on him, and the lingering sword intent scattered like a wild horse running wild.

"You lost! Do you want to fight again?"

Wushuang touched his chest, the clothes there were torn,

"You won't kill me?"

"You didn't kill me just now! And two years later, there will be a final battle in Immortal Dao and Sword Dao!"

Wushuang scratched his head and sighed.

"I lost! But next time, I will only be stronger!"

With one slap of the sword box, all the flying swords are collected.

"You two, bring senior brother with you, let's go!"

Turn around and leave.

　The next three chapters will be released in the afternoon.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)