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

Chapter 75

The sixth day of March in the sixth year of Mingde
It has been three days since Bai Xiaotang published the list, and it has been three days since Mo Qianshang came back.

Thunder House
Li Hanyi's boudoir

The man who had been sleeping for three days suddenly frowned and murmured.

"no no!"

The voice is sad and desperate, what you want to keep can't be kept, but what you want to keep is lost.

The memory reappears, the past is engraved.

Scenes reappeared in my mind.

On that day, the young man walked in a panic in spring.

On Beiman Rouge Mountain.

After being chased by Tantai Jinyue for a long time, it was the first time he saw that gentle woman picking camellias.

The woman smiled at him, her smile was very simple, with the youthfulness of some women, and the heartiness of some northerners.

At first glance, she is not from the northern barbarians, she has the gracefulness of a Jiangnan woman, but she lives near the northern barbarian sword.

The first time I met her, she said, "You look so pretty."

The boy was expressionless at the time, turning a blind eye to her praise.

She continued: "I love you"

The boy couldn't help but ask,
"Do you like it because it looks good?"

The woman was stunned, she didn't expect the boy to ask such a tricky question.

She smiled slightly, with a sly look in her eyes.

"It's good-looking at first sight. I like it because I think I've seen you before."

The encounter in the previous life, the encounter in this life.

The familiarity of that glance was not only because of its good looks, but also because of the familiar feeling of deja vu.

The boy was stunned, because he had also felt this way before, and that was when he was facing her.

Screen switching.

Beiman Jianyuan
It was a dark sky, and it was an abyss in mist.

The young man held the go-getter in his hand, panting.

Opposite him is a dark sword with fine lines.

This is a magic sword, very strong.

It has killed several generations of sword masters in Beiman. The reason why there are no sword masters in Beiman is not because no one practices swords, but because those who practice swords will be attracted here and their souls will be sucked away by it.

This sword is called Guiyuan.

This sword was sealed here by an immortal, and its owner sacrificed his body to the sword, making it highly demonic.

And now, the person who holds it is the soul of his master - the former northern barbarian demon sword fairy Tantai Molin.

The boy has been fighting it for three days and three nights.

Relying on the superb swordsmanship and the sword intent of the immortal, he was evenly matched with it, and there was no winner.

"You are the best sword body, become my sword holder, and together we will lead the northern barbarians to conquer the world!"

"Fart! Control people with a sword! After all, it's just a magic way! Today I must destroy your magic sword!"

"Wishful thinking! Just relying on you? Here, my power is endless! No one can defeat me!"

The boy said seriously.

"It's enough for me!"

Behind him lay a woman who looked like a camellia.

After three days of fierce fighting, the boy has figured out the weakness of the magic sword.

He has only one sword, after this sword, he will be powerless, because he is really tired.

So, he made a sword.

This sword was obtained by his Kunlun Wujian, and he has never named it.

But today, he took a very vulgar name.

"fleeting time"

The most important thing is that the world can't keep it.

Jian Yi took his last sword energy and passed away like a meteor.

In an instant, it pierced through the sword abyss hundreds of miles long.

If someone looks down from the sky at this moment, they can see a red sword aura tens of meters wide, submerging the Demon Sword Guiyuan, and piercing through the canyon behind him.

The mist that originally covered the sword abyss slowly disappeared under the rain.

It's been a long time.

Everything is at peace.

Only the sound of rain falling pervades the world.

Gui Yuan still stood where he was, seemingly defeated, yet undefeated.

"What kind of sword are you?"

"Fleeting years, time is not easy, and fleeting years will not be here."

"Good sword, boy, you are indeed the best swordsman, but unfortunately, I didn't meet you sooner."

A crisp sound.

The ghost abyss collapsed.

The body of the sword was scattered into pieces, leaving only its last words.

"I was once a fairy sword!"

The young man suddenly.

The iron horse Binghe behind him also groaned softly. It felt the most touching, so it felt very lucky.

Even though it is humble, it doesn't want to be buried.

"Chase the wind! Shoot!"

A sudden beep pierced the sky.

A guiding arrow was shot at the boy.

He turned his head slightly and avoided it.

However, what followed was a rain of arrows all over the sky.

Arrows are like rain, momentum is like tide.

The boy was powerless at the moment.

He just swung that sword, and he gave up everything on that sword, so he was exhausted.

He hugged himself in a circle, trying to reduce the area of ​​damage.

However, he didn't know that the woman behind him had already woken up.

she did one thing,

"Cloud Sleeve Dance"

Leap up, long-sleeved and good at dancing.

Among the flowers are trees, the sleeves are flying, and the sleeves are flowing with clouds in the sky.

The white long sleeves swept across the sky, like a barrier blocking the young man.

The woman danced in the air with light steps.

The sky and the earth are the field, the rain is the curtain, and the arrow rain is the foil.

Bai Juan seemed endless, covering the sky and covering the earth.

Arrows piled up into mountains.

The woman faced the boy, and the spring was warm and the flowers were blooming, and she smiled.

Pretty face, full of expectations.

"Mo Qianshang! I danced, did it look good?"

The young man looked at the expectation in the woman's eyes and nodded slowly.

"nice"

"Would everything be different if I met you first?"

The boy was silent, but he followed his heart.

"No, because there is no if!"

"But I can make you remember me forever, can't you? Will you cry for me?"

The young man had some vague premonition, but he still didn't notice it, so he shook his head.

"will not!"

The woman frowned, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"You are so heartless, can't you lie to me?"

"I don't want to lie to you."

The woman sighed slightly, pursing her mouth.

"But I'm dying."

sound off.

The rain of arrows stopped.

Bai Juan slowly fell like a feather without wind.

Time flies, women are passionate.

A smear of blood was left at the corner of the woman's mouth, and she fell towards the boy.

The young man hugged her dumbly, and he was stunned.

An arrow pierced her back.

The woman lay in his arms, her slender hands slowly stretched out, caressing his cheek.

"If there is an afterlife, can you cry for me?"

Tears flowed down from the corners of the young man's eyes slowly, in a continuous trickle.

Sadness filled his heart, and he couldn't control himself.

He, don't understand, really don't understand, why, why!
Why did she do this, why did she die for him!

At this moment, his heart hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.

He lowered his head slowly, his voice choked and trembling slightly.

"why?"

Asking knowingly, is it for the answer, or to give yourself affirmation.

The corner of the woman's mouth was raised, her jade hand was placed next to the trickle of her eyelids, crystal clear teardrops snaked down her fingers, and she smiled gracefully.

"You lied to me, you obviously cried for me."

With a smile, her bright eyes were closed forever, and her jade hand slowly dropped.

"Thank you for letting me meet you."

Love is impermanent like wind and snow, but it will die when it moves.

Ask what love is in the world, and directly teach life and death.

In this way, in front of the boy, she left with satisfaction.

But, she is too selfish.

Because, she got what she wanted, but left the pain to the boy.

"No! Why are you doing this! Why are you saving me!"

Howling, sadness, and despair filled the young man's heart like this.

The shackles are broken through, and the great freedom comes, and the internal force flows in the meridians.

However, it cannot exchange for the woman in front of him.

At this moment, Jianghu showed its ferocious side. In addition to happy and enmity, there is also life and death.

The rain continued to fall, indescribably lonely.

If you don't taste the world's wine, you will get drunk in it.

If you don't fall into the love of the world, who knows that it will be tiring.

I knew it was such a stumbling block, so how could I not know each other?

The tears continued to flow, and the rain became heavier and heavier.

The rain gradually stopped.

Frost falls and snow falls, and strong winds blow dust.

Spring, the day when everything is full of vitality.

However, Jianyuan blew a blizzard all over the sky.

The harshness of the wind and the ruthlessness of the snow all speak of the despair in the young man's heart.

The young man gently put the woman on the ground, letting the tears flow with the wind.

"Wait for me a moment, I will avenge you!"

The Iron Horse Glacier hovered beside the boy, and the boy held onto it and walked slowly into the blizzard.

on the cliff.

"Anda, the snow is so heavy, let's leave now! We shot ten rounds just now, with [-] arrow feathers, he is probably dead!"

"Shut your teeth, are you sure?"

"No, you are dead"

A figure emerged from the blizzard.

Passing by the two of them, they left behind two terrified ice sculptures.

"Since the culprit is dead, there is no need for others to live!"

A deep and indifferent voice swayed in the blizzard.

Tie Ma Binghe felt the anger and sadness in the young man's heart, and also released the power of the sword of extreme cold with all his strength.

"Iron Horse Glacier Falls into Dreams"

One pause, one silence, one word and one heart.

The snow and fog of Kunlun used to permeate this northern wilderness.

The cavalry charged, and the avalanche reappeared.

Thousands of eagle shooters watched the iron cavalry charge with an avalanche in the mist, turned around and mounted their horses to escape.

But, it's too late.

The iron cavalry submerged the ground, leaving behind ice sculptures of different shapes but with terrified expressions.

The boy returned to the woman, picked her up, and headed towards Rouge Mountain.

There, is the place where the camellia blooms.

Behind.

The water flows through the canyon, forming a long and narrow river, scouring the past.

both sides.

A thousand and one ice sculptures remain there forever to atone for their actions.

Rouge Mountain.

Under the tea tree.

The flowers are in full bloom, calm and beautiful, like a woman's smile.

It's just that the woman who used to be no longer exists.

However, she will always keep herself in the heart of the boy.

As she said, he will always remember her.

A simple grass grave buried a graceful woman with a youthful innocence.

A sip of residual wine under the cold wind, half a broken sword cuts sorrow.

The boy had a bearded face, took a sip of wine, poured down a glass of wine, left a word, turned and left.

"I'll come see you later!"

Suddenly looking back.

"You are actually pretty, too."

The breeze is swaying, the camellias are falling and the rain is all over the sky, and the graceful woman stands on the branches.

A slightly mischievous whisper came from the wind.

"certainly"

The breeze is bleak, growing up overnight, and the youth is no longer young.

Rivers and lakes are not playgrounds, and life and death are also rivers and lakes.

Evening sunset.

Down the mountain.

Iron riders are dense, thousands of horses are galloping, and the master of strings is ready to go. He only waits for an order to take the boy's head.

And he wanted to kill all the way back to the north.

Fight all the way from the northernmost ice field of Beiman to Lishanhai City in the north.

Spring is coming, and there are still people waiting for him.

"I am number two in the world, a man above the sword fairy, no one can stop me where I am going!"

Under the setting sun, the young man faces thousands of troops, pointing his sword forward,

"Whoever stops me will die!"

　Thanks for the reward of Wandering Jianghu.

　　What I just wrote, I really can’t stand the love, so let’s send it out.

　　A little sad.

　　The woman's name and origin will be introduced in tomorrow's plot.

　　When I wrote it, I was actually a little moved. What I want to describe is the familiar feeling that I like at first sight.

　　Some people say that love at first sight is because of beauty, but others say it is because of the familiar feeling of deja vu.

　　Finally, I would like to thank you again for your reward. To be honest, I really can't stand it. I don't have much to save.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)