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

Chapter 277
Time is very merciless.

Relatives, friends, family, everything will be buried by time.

The unforgettable memories of the past cannot withstand the baptism of time, nor can it withstand the forgetting of the long years.

Facing everyone's questions, Lei Wujie thought hard, but he still didn't think about his relationship with Mo Qianshang.

"Your expressions are very strange!"

Xiao Se glanced at it and sighed, "When he left Tianqi, he was probably too young. So I don't remember it. After all, who would remember the story of three years old."

"Amitabha, Xiao Se is right. Years will always make us forget something unforgettable."

"Look, they moved."

On the field.

The two stood opposite each other.

His own kendo and sword intent have already affected the world.

One is sad, the other is sunny.

One is gloomy and the other is optimistic.

Different styles, but the same intimidating power.

"Apocalypse, you said that I could only take three swords from you, how many swords can I take from you now?"

Faced with this question, Mo Qianshang's inner answer was,

'I can't catch a single sword! '

But now that they reunite after a long absence, he naturally wants to give him face.

"Two swords!"

Luo Qingyang: "..."

The eyebrows could not be touched, Mo Qianshang was too bullying.

With him, Luo Qingyang has gone backwards in the past ten years?
"Then let me see, what qualifications do you have to say this!"

Sword up.

The majestic and long songs recite the past and present, and the heroes of China celebrate the spring and autumn.

Gorgeous poems one after another, legendary characters one by one, these people and poems appeared in Luo Qingyang's sword intent one by one.

Nine songs are originally about remembering the ancestors and offering sacrifices to the gods.

During these years of hard training in Muliang City, Luo Qingyang has gained a deeper understanding of Jiuge, and also understands why Jiuge's tunes are so vicissitudes.

Recalling the past and burying the ancestors, Jiu Ge is not only reminiscing, but also dissatisfied with the current era.

As Luo Qingyang's sword intent bloomed, a lot of paper money was scattered in the sky, and scenes of history emerged before everyone's eyes.

Nie Xiaofeng was shocked,
"Is this Luo Qingyang's desolate sword? It's terrifying! This sword can break mountains and rivers."

Mo Qixuan nodded,
"Yes, his Desolate Sword has already been completed."

For this,

Mo Qianshang also felt deeply that Luo Qingyang was indeed much stronger, but unfortunately, he was not the same as before.

The same sword.

The wind, the wind.

However, it is much more than that.

A wave hits, on the surface of the sea, a lonely boat, a fisherman swings in the sea, the ups and downs of the sea keep trying to overturn him, but it is still very tenacious, let you wind from east to west, from north to south, I will ask the sky .

The wind and waves were very strong, and the fishermen kept adjusting their centers, fighting against the wind and waves to the death.

The game between man and nature, the fury of wind and water, is vividly reflected at this moment.

The white-haired fairy stood up abruptly,
"This is? He actually managed to do this!"

"Brother Qixuan, why does my master look very, unimposing!"

Mo Qixuan lowered his head slightly,
"Oh, it's a pity that you also use a sword, but you didn't see it. His sword is a combination of multiple sword intents, and every scene here is a sword intent! And he can also synthesize this picture of the old man and the sea. Story, this sword, how can Luo Qingyang win?"

Sword out!

"War"

Yingjie, the ancestor, fights.

The sword intent of the two did not confront each other as imagined, but a perfect fusion.

Mo Qianshang's sword was still fluttering in the wind, but his tenacious vitality was perfectly reflected at this moment.

The waves are still going on.It's just that there are countless gods in the sky, they intensify the ups and downs of the waves and the ferocity of the storm, but the old man is still alive and living.

Luo Qingyang looked at the flat boat in the sea and remained silent.

Until the sword was exhausted, Bing Zhou was still struggling in the sea.

"This sword, you won."

Wave your hands and leave.

Everything returned to normal, except that the fisherman came out of the flat boat in the sea, lay on the deck panting, and showed a smile.

Man, finally won.

Luo Qingyang was silent again.

Moments later, with a sigh,

"First sword!"

He is still brooding over the two swords.

Mo Qianshang froze for a moment, then smiled,

"In order to keep my word, I will be serious about the second sword!"

He raised his long sword with confidence.

"The remnant frost and autumn moon flowers dance lightly, and the moon and sunset flowers wake up in the morning. This sword, this moment, I especially want to come up with!"

"Sword name: Moon Evening Flower Morning."

Swing the sword, swing the sword, swing the sword.

Three times in a row, everyone was looking forward to his amazing performance and wanted to see what kind of sword he would unleash.

But no, no, no.

Surprised, astonished, astonished.

Everyone was surprised that there was no response from Mo Qianshang's sword.

It wasn't until that flower fell from the sky that everyone woke up and found themselves in a valley.

"How big is this range!"

This is Tiannvrui's amazement.

"Why do I feel so familiar!"

This is Lei Wujie's amazement.

"Uncle Mo, you are still so romantic."

It was unintentional amazement.

Flowers fall, flowers burial, and flowers fly, and the words of flowers and the sound of flowers sing the praises of love.

Petals are falling all over the sky, the moon is hanging high in the sky, and a stone sculpture stands in the valley.

It was a woman in a red wedding dress, an unparalleled woman.

Mo Qianshang looked at the woman affectionately, touched the go-getter in his hand,
"Don't worry, we will meet again soon."

hack.

drop.

A vast shock wave emanated from Mo Qianshang's hand, boundless and boundless.

Everyone was swept away.

A feeling of worldly beauty arises spontaneously.

Involuntarily, everyone's hearts were filled with anticipation and joy,

Inadvertently sighed,

"Uncle Mo's sword not only affected our facial features, but also our emotions. Really, it's incredible."

And Luo Qingyang, who was in the very center, stood with a long sword in front of his chest at this moment, and a sad sword intent continued to spread.

He tried his best to resist, but Mo Qianshang's sword intent was still pervasive.

Slowly, he only had the last shred of safety in front of him.

Mo Qianshang's voice came to his ears,

"Luo Qingyang, in fact, you are very happy now, aren't you?"

happiness?

Luo Qingyang closed his eyes helplessly, he lost.

But he smiled a little.

Yes, he is very happy.

At least for the past ten years or so, he has been by his junior sister's side.

Giving up the resistance, the sword intent overwhelmed Luo Qingyang in an instant.

He remembered the scene where his junior sister played the piano and he practiced sword.

He remembered the scene where he could eat the longevity noodles made by his junior sister.

This scene was his happiest moment in these years but was induced by Mo Qianshang.

With a slight sigh, he knew there was no need to compare.

Mo Qianshang should have already taken that step.

"Do you really need two swords? Answer me seriously."

Mo Qianshang smiled awkwardly,
"Actually, it only takes one finger."

Brows twitched, Luo Qingyang felt that asking this question was the stupidest thing he could do.

"Can you let him go?"

"You mean Xiao Yu? I didn't intend to kill him, I just intended to make him suffer."

Turning around, looking in the direction of the dungeon, Mo Qianshang waved his hand casually again,
"Don't worry, he has been rescued."

Luo Qingyang nodded,
"That's fine. In any case, I don't want him to have an accident, and neither does Wen Jun."

"But in this way, he will have an accident sooner or later."

Luo Qingyang sighed,

"If that's the case, there's nothing I can do. He always thinks that Mr. Wen and I owe him."

"Hey. Obsessed with obsession"

"Just talking about me, what about you and Li Hanyi? I've also heard about what happened back then. Although I don't know why you did this, I believe you must have your reasons."

Facing this question, Mo Qianshang thought for a while,
"Soon, you will receive my invitation."

Luo Qingyang froze for a moment, then smiled.

After a moment of hesitation, I said the sentence I regret the most,

"Would you like to come to Muliang City for a sit down?"

Mo Qianshang laughed suddenly,
"Okay!"

　After playing for so long, take a rest and have a warm transition.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)