After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

The crescent moon is in the sky, and the stars are shining brightly.

In the night sky above the Xijian Tower, the light emitted by Amu's sword actually eclipsed the crescent moon and dimmed the stars!

Is this really the sword of Nirvana?
When I first saw it, it seemed to be, but now I look at it...

"It's not annihilation!"

Dongfang Hong narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the knife, and then said: "I'm still asking the sky, because that knife... still carries a little hesitation!"

Dongfang Hong turned to look at Wu Wen, with a smile on her face:
"This child... As we said just now, he is not heartless, but the resentment that has grown from the bottom of his heart during the past twenty years!"

"Do you know how strong the resentment will be in the past twenty years?"

"Tonight he got drunk and vented... He vented with a knife, which released the resentment in his heart, and then he was able to calm down."

"Talk to him more, tell him the reasons, he will understand!"

"Looking at it now, this doesn't seem like a bad thing!"

Dongfanghong looked at the night sky outside the window again, "This is his opportunity! A huge opportunity!"

Wu Ximiao stroked his long beard, feeling extremely emotional:

"Why are there so few great masters in the world? It's all because that door is hard to catch."

"Of course the scenery behind the door is extremely beautiful, but to find that door, to push open that door, to step into that door... this requires extremely high comprehension, or in other words, a great opportunity! "

"Can he use this opportunity to go to the next level?"

Everyone is looking forward to this moment.

Naturally, Wu Wen and Qiu Chen were not excluded.

Of course, what they hope more is that their son can untie all the knots in his heart after breaking through the situation, and use the knife in his hand to cut off all the accumulated resentments in the past.

Lu Ruyi also looked at the knife in the air with relief.

After all, this is his son's best brother. This knife can be sharper, and of course it will be of great benefit to his son's future!
This young man of Mushan Dao was usually taciturn, but he didn't expect that he would use his son's poem as a quotation, and he would get a different sword meaning from this poem!
Is this still a Mushan knife?
This is not important.

What matters is whether this knife can cut off all his unhappy past!

Just as everyone expected.

Amu has put away the knife!

He is still in the air!

The knife was erected beside him, and the knife still had that bright light on it.

Against the backdrop of the sword light, those people with extremely high martial arts here could see Amu's face clearly.

Amu looked at the crescent moon, with a sad expression on his face full of confusion.

At this moment, his face was full of tears, he didn't have a sword in his mind, nor did he have a sword technique, let alone a sword intent!
There is only the lingering image of the woman and the man in his mind!

They said they were his parents!
For some reason, he didn't have the slightest doubt!
He seemed to have hoped that those two would be his parents from the bottom of his heart!
Although he once said that even if his parents appeared in front of him, he would not recognize them... but when they actually appeared, Amu's heart was filled with a bit of joy despite the contradiction.

It's just that he doesn't know how to face and deal with it in this short period of time.

He can only drink!
He wanted to anesthetize himself with alcohol.

It seemed to him like a dream!

After waking up...he was very worried that the dream would be shattered!
He hoped that this dream could last longer, so, is there really only hatred for them being abandoned?

"Turn to Zhuge, low Qihu, shine without sleep."

"There shouldn't be any hatred...what is going on..."

In the night sky, thousands of sword lights suddenly rise, rise and then converge.

A long knife pointed straight at the sky but remained motionless... It seemed to be hesitating, it seemed to be accumulating strength, it seemed...

All the disciples in Xijian Tower were alarmed by this battle. They all walked out and stood in the wilderness.

Everyone looked up to the sky!

They all looked at the man in the night sky with his mouth wide open and his eyes wide open!

They don't know who this person is.

But they clearly remembered that just a few months ago, when senior brother Duguhan comprehended the Dugu Nine Swords, it was also in this kind of night, and there was also a huge momentum.

Duguhan Nine Swords Accomplished!

Achieve and break through to the top level!
Tonight, this person's sword is completely different from the sword of the big brother Duguhan.

Can he break through the second level and become a half-step grand master?

Two animals were lying on the meadow in the distance.

The prime minister put a hoof on the Erhuo's body, and at this moment it also raised the donkey's head and looked towards the sky.

The knife moved.

It emitted an extremely bright light again, but it was no longer as cold as before.

It seems to have life.

Just like the spring in March.

Many people even seemed to see peach blossoms blooming in this knife.

Everyone's heart is tight because of this——

Sword intent, that is, mind!
Why did this young man's cold knife suddenly become warm?
Dongfanghong smiled slightly.

Wu Wen's heart dropped a little as she raised her voice. She clasped her hands together and showed a kind smile on her face.

Amu slowly swung a knife!

The knife is like a full moon, and in the light of the knife, there is endless vitality!
The knife is like a pen, the sky is like paper, the moonlight and stars are like ink!

Amu dipped the knife in his hand into the thick silver ink, as if slowly drawing a picture on the sky!
In the painting, there are bleak winds, cold rain, cold winter, and thousands of miles of ice!
This is his past!

His knife slowly swung out again.

The bleak wind and cold rain suddenly dissipated, and there seemed to be a "click" sound in the hearts of everyone in the night sky!
As a result, the cold winter disappeared, and the frozen land for thousands of miles suddenly thawed.

So, there are flowers, butterflies, mountains and rivers, sunshine, rainbows, and fireworks!

"One realm...upper rank!"

From the upper level of the second level, to the upper level of the first level in one step!
"Genius, the real genius of Mu Shandao!"

"Work harder and step into the Grand Master...!"

Amu stopped in the air again.

He suddenly withdrew the knife.

The knife rested on his shoulder casually.

He was still looking at the bright moon, with tears still on his face, but there was a faint smile on his face that was as cold as a knife:
"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult in ancient times!"

He fell slowly from the sky.

When he fell, he seemed to feel the call of family affection.

He looked towards the eighth floor of the Jianjian Building.

With tears in his eyes, he couldn't see the people on the eighth floor, but he felt their presence.

This is the blood connection!
After all, it is unceasing family affection!
Does this forgive them?

Amu still has some conflicts in his heart, but he already knows his inner choice.

So, his long knife came back again!

Standing up with majestic momentum, he stepped out in the air, and slashed down towards the empty grassland!
"Nung, moon and new moon……!"

His step is just a hundred feet away!
With this knife of his, the light of the knife traversed the sky!
The prime minister's donkey eyes suddenly frightened.

It turned over and kicked Erhuo's ass with one hoof.

"Uh uh uh uh uh..."

It roared at Erhuo for a while, turned its head, and ran away!

Erhuo was startled, turned over, raised his horse's head, and the dead soul was terrified!
It also spread its hooves and ran after the prime minister!

A knife fell.

Say goodbye to the past!
The mountains and rivers change color!

The world is shocked!
"Half-step grand master...!"

"This knife is the real Mushan knife!"

Lu Chuqi had already flown over, stroked his long beard in the air and asked loudly: "Disciple, what's the name of this knife?"

Amu landed on the ground, and raised his head, a knowing smile appeared on that knife-like cold face.

"Master, this knife is called... Tianya Mingyue Knife!" (End of this chapter)