Spring and Autumn Confucian Heroes

Chapter 486
"Spring flowers and autumn moon!"

Huan Chang, who was out of trouble, forcibly held back the emptiness in his body, and quickly performed the fourth move of the Nine Swords of Spring and Autumn.

At the same time, the magic brush of spring and autumn dances rapidly in the air, and beautiful scrolls unfold, blending with the artistic conception of spring flowers and autumn moon.

At this time, Huan Chang felt a strong crisis, and he no longer dared to be careless in the slightest, and was ready to use all means to kill Kong Wenzhao quickly.

Because the Mount Tai sword technique that Kong Wenzhao had just displayed was really too weird and terrifying. Huan Chang still had lingering fears about the method of depriving the five senses even if he had escaped from the predicament.

Chunhuaqiuyue is similar to an auxiliary move, based on Huanchang's huge spiritual consciousness, it builds a beautiful illusion, which can evoke the memories of beautiful things in the enemy's heart.

When the light released by the spring flowers and autumn moon enveloped Kong Wenzhao, the inexplicable force continued to erode the opponent, and Kong Wenzhao's eyes that were full of murderous intent suddenly became confused.

"father!"

In front of Kong Wenzhao, a young warrior appeared, holding a wooden sword in his hand and practicing moves.

"Wen Zhao, do you remember?"

After a long time, the young warrior put away his sword and stood next to Kong Wenzhao, speaking lovingly.

"remember."

Kong Wenzhao replied, but his voice was extremely immature. He looked down at his body, only to find that he had turned into the appearance of a six-year-old child.

Confusion flashed in Kong Wenzhao's heart, but he was soon interrupted by the voice of the young warrior.

"Then Wen Zhao will practice with this wooden sword."

Six-year-old Kong Wenzhao took over the wooden sword, his small face was full of seriousness, and he imitated his father's movements and began to practice the sword. Although the movements were still a little jerky, they still looked good.

"Okay, okay, my son is really a martial arts genius!"

After the cup of tea, the young Kong Wenzhao finally fully displayed his swordsmanship. The young warrior rushed forward to pick him up, wiped off the sweat from Kong Wenzhao's face, and laughed out loud with joy.

"Father is so kind to me!"

Feeling his father's slightly rough hands and the proud look on his face, Xiao Kong Wenzhao's heart was full of sweetness.

The screen kept scrolling, and Kong Wenzhao fell into the memory and couldn't extricate himself. He had forgotten that he was fighting life and death now, and there was a happy smile on the corner of his mouth.

Chunhuaqiuyue's move was already very powerful, and when it was used by Huan Chang, who possessed great spiritual knowledge, its power was even more unpredictable.

Coupled with the fact that Kong Wenzhao had exhausted his spiritual consciousness and true qi just now when he used Taishan swordsmanship one after another, he fell into an illusion and couldn't extricate himself.

Holding the Zhanlu sword in his hand, Huan Chang walked slowly to Kong Wenzhao, and was about to stab the sword down.

However, when he saw the sweet and happy smile on the corner of Kong Wenzhao's mouth, he couldn't stab the sword in his hand no matter what.

"If I just kill him like this, for Kong Wenzhao, it may be a good destination to die without pain and with good memories."

"But I brought up other people's good memories, let the other party abandon killing and all kinds of hatred, but then ruthlessly beheaded the other party, is it really correct?"

Huan Chang's eyes were confused, and he felt that it was too cruel to do so.

"Chunhuaqiuyue symbolizes beauty, but behind this beauty lies endless murderous intent, isn't it too ironic?"

He couldn't understand why the founder of Shujian Pavilion created such a move back then.

The smile on Kong Wenzhao's face was still so bright, Huan Chang aimed Zhan Lu at the opponent's heart, but he couldn't stab him no matter what.

"Kill, kill, kill, Ah Chang, kill him quickly!"

Just when Huan Chang was hesitating, a disciple from Yang Family Village rushed forward, hugged Huan Chang, held Zhan Lu's right hand, and stabbed fiercely.

With Huan Chang's martial arts, he was actually quite capable of shaking that villager away, but after thinking about the corpses of those villagers lying in a pool of blood, he still didn't do that after all.

"Pfft!"

Zhan Lu cut the iron like mud, even if Huan Chang didn't use much force, he easily pierced Kong Wenzhao's heart, and bright red blood sprayed out, dyeing the clothes of Huan Chang and the villager red.

"Pfft!"

The heart was pierced, and Kong Wenzhao finally woke up from that fond memory, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

After he opened his eyes, there was no resentment in his eyes, but he looked at Zhan Lu who had pierced his heart with some regret.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Kong Wenzhao coughed violently. Even though his body was extremely powerful, his vitality was rapidly draining at this moment, and the blood soon dyed his clothes red.

"Thank you for letting me find my original heart, at least I didn't have resentment and unwillingness before I died."

Although Kong Wenzhao coughed up blood, he looked at Huanchang with gratitude in his eyes, but his originally bright eyes were rapidly losing their spirit.

"My original heart is to stay away from fighting, to become a parent official who benefits one side, and to be loved by the people."

"In my spare time, I write and paint, and stay away from the rivers and lakes and Confucianism."

"But the persecution and pressure from my father and the sect made me unable to compromise after struggling, and did many things that went against my heart."

"The sect was destroyed, and my father died tragically. In the end, I lived in pain every day. I was burdened with blood feud and the heavy burden of rebuilding the sect. I was physically and mentally exhausted all day long."

"Since then, I have forgotten my ideals, the life I wanted, and even the beauty of this world."

"In my eyes, only hatred and that heavy responsibility remain."

"Just now, I recalled the good things I have experienced in this life. Although I was interrupted before I could completely re-experience it, I am content."

"Even if I die here, I have found my former self again."

"In this life, I have no regrets!"

Kong Wenzhao did not speak.

But at this moment, Huan Chang actually felt so many complicated emotions from the dimming eyes of the other party, and he couldn't help being shocked.

At this time, Huan Chang seemed to understand why Kong Wenzhao, who was once the young leader of the Juye Gang, was willing to hide his identity in Pingyang City for many years and became the little deputy city leader.

He also felt that during the past five years, the pain and pressure on Kong Wenzhao had almost made him forget his heart and the beauty of this world.

This heavy shackle actually gave Huan Chang a strong resonance and sense of belonging.

When Huan Chang left Xiao Yun and went to Mingjian Villa resolutely, he was an official for five years in order to strengthen the Song Dynasty, and the burden he had to bear after the country was broken was very similar to Kong Wenzhong's experience.

Seeing that Kong Wenzhong finally died in his own hands after realizing that he let go of all hatred because of the artistic conception of spring flowers and autumn moon, Huan Chang couldn't help but feel a strong sense of guilt in his heart.

"Senior, senior, senior!"

Huan Chang stepped forward, hugged Kong Wenzhao's body in his arms, and shouted loudly.

However, the other party did not respond at all, and his body gradually became cold.

(End of this chapter)