Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1190 Senior Brother
Meng Shi felt the temperature in front of her, and the hand holding the sword was opened a little stiffly, but just when she wanted to raise her arm, Mo Hua let go of her very quickly.

At that moment just now, it was like a friendly hug and entrustment between brothers and sisters.

Mo Hua took a step back and at the same time pushed her shoulders, pushing her forward.

"Everything is left to you."

Meng Shi pursed his thin lips tightly, staring at this young man with a gentle expression who seemed to care nothing.

"why?"

Why did he help her to this extent?
She originally thought that this person was just someone sent by the royal family of the Northern Wei Dynasty to monitor her. It was not that she hadn't thought about this person's intentions, but there was indeed nothing in her that would allow a high-level practitioner to have any intentions.

"Why?" Mo Hua smiled, "We are all from the Northern Wei Dynasty. For the sake of the country's achievements, we must let those who are more likely to win go on."

"You are the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and our achievements in the Northern Wei Dynasty depend on you." He said with a smile.

Meng Shi can understand this truth, but she still doesn't understand why.

Obtaining a higher ranking in the middle-level ceremony and making great achievements, this is what every practitioner wants, isn't it?

Meng Shi didn't understand.

Looking at the clear eyes staring at him, Mo Hua smiled.

He knew that she didn't understand now.

But he didn't need her to understand either.

"Don't you have anything you want?" Meng Shi clenched the hilt of his sword tightly.

"It doesn't matter what I want," Mo Hua smiled, looking at her who was a step away.

Since he was born, he can get whatever he wants. He has never thought of getting anything in the past except to become stronger since he was a child. No matter what he can always do it easily, as time goes by, he doesn't know what it means to wish and what it means to work hard. .

Until that day I saw the girl standing under the snowy night.

Although she looked very thin and embarrassed, the tenacious will in her eyes and the strong desire that she never regretted even though she died almost touched him.

He has never worked so persistently for one wish like this woman.

Although it may be a hypocrisy to say this, but that night, the strength and strength in the girl's eyes really made him look forward to it.

"You want to win, right?" Mo Hua fixed his gaze on the girl in front of him, "I've come here, so don't regret it, don't look back."

Meng Shi was taken aback.

"Since it's something you want to get at the risk of your future happiness, then don't have so many scruples," Mo Hua stared deeply at the eyes of the thin girl in front of him, and his gaze quietly flicked across her face , "You just have to win."

He once stole the dregs of the medicine Meng Shi drank, and the old pharmacist had told him that if he drank this medicine, the woman's body would be completely destroyed.

This is Meng Shi's first and last mid-level ceremony.

Mo Hua drew out half of the black sword at his waist, and walked to Meng Shi's side, "Half out your sword, with the blade facing me."

Meng Shi went in without knowing it, and followed suit in a daze.

With a "clang", the crisp percussion sound seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow.

Mo Hua's black sword hit her blade together.

"This is the way cavalrymen in the Northern Wei Dynasty swear oaths," Mo Hua smiled softly as he looked at Meng Shi who was stunned, "although I'm just imitating it."

"You must win."

Mo Hua spoke softly in his heart.

May your wishes come true.

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Mo Hua quietly walked down the high platform.

There was no fierce impact in this battle, and there was no scene of blood flying, but it remained deeply in the hearts of everyone in the audience.

The examiner at the side of the stage was stunned for a moment, seeing Meng Shi standing alone on the high stage, he quickly rang the big bell on the stage.

"The first round of the first match of the second day, the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty, Meng Shisheng!"

The first battle ended with the victory of the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Although the result of this battle was not so unexpected, it still surprised many people.

Xu Bingqing from Beihan Pavilion looked at Meng Shi's back with a look of disgust on his face.

In the viewing booth, Dongfang Yi took a look at Xu Canghai, and Xu Canghai's expression was unusual.

But the next moment, the crowd under the stone platform shook slightly.

Because a girl stepped out from the crowd.

Now that the first game is over, the second game will immediately follow.

"The next day, in the second round of the first round, Xu Yishan from Southern Chu, embraced the former Qin Ying!"

Meng Shi stepped off the high platform and looked at Ying Baoyue who was walking towards him.

"Is it your turn next time?"

"Congratulations on your victory." Ying Baoyue said.

The aura on Meng Shi's body was getting colder and colder, his eyes glanced at Xu Yishan who climbed up the platform from the other side, "I remember he is..."

"Well, my senior brother." Ying Baoyue said quietly.

He is her only senior brother, and she is his only senior sister.

Meng Shi's pupils flickered slightly, "You..."

Ying Baoyue reached out and stroked the scabbard around her waist, and the next moment she was scorched by the scorching heat of the Fire Sword, she withdrew her hand.

"It's okay," she said with a smile. "Naturally, we are on the battlefield. We can only do our best."

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For practitioners, no matter who the opponent is, as long as they stand on the battlefield, they are their respective enemies.

This is what his master taught him from the beginning of his practice.

But when he really stood on the battlefield and looked at the girl who drew her sword out of its sheath, Xu Yishan felt that his hand holding the sword was a little slippery.

His hands were sweating.

He took a deep breath and stared at the girl in front of him.

When he rescued this young girl in the Southern Chu Forest, he never thought that she would one day become a member of his soon-to-be-extinct sect, and become his junior sister, let alone that just a few months later, she will stand before him on an equal footing.

"The last time we played against each other was in the fourth palace screening, when you fought three moves." Xu Yishan looked at Ying Baoyue and said quietly.

Ying Baoyue nodded.

To test her talent in water art and to compete three tricks with the master of the water academy, this is the beginning of her new life as a swordsman.

She stretched out her other hand, and there were several blisters on the tip of her fingertips, which were left by touching Meng Shi's sword just now.

After she was unable to use the Fire Sword, she was saved by the Water Sword.

Before meeting Xu Yishan, she never thought that she would become a water mage.

In her previous life, she only had a junior brother, never had a senior brother.

"I'm offended, senior brother," Ying Baoyue stared at Xu Yishan, water slowly condensed on the sunset sword.

Xu Yishan didn't say anything, just nodded silently, and water splashed on the Duan Shui sword in his hand.

If you look closely, you can find that the shapes of the water splashes on the two swords are exactly the same.

"Yishan...they...how are they going to fight?"

Looking at the two people on the stone platform who seemed to be looking in a mirror, even with the same hand gestures, Chen Zichu was so entangled that his entire face wrinkled into a ball.

"I'm afraid they are preparing to..."

Li Ji stared at the water droplets floating around the brothers and sisters on the stage, and spoke softly.

"Where it begins, ends there."

(End of this chapter)