Shaojun riding the sea

Chapter 262 Heart-to-heart talk in the pavilion
The moon was cold and the wind was chilly. Snow fluttered down and covered the entire courtyard. A handsome and tall young man was holding a sword in his left hand, practicing tirelessly in the snow.

His clothes fluttered in the wind, his figure was light and nimble, and with the snow all over the sky, he was like a dancing butterfly in the night wind, cool and beautiful.

In the square pavilion not far away, a girl was also wearing a snow-white fox fur, constantly playing soothing flute music for him, a string of bells dangling gently on her slender wrist, and a pair of clear brown eyes were watery and charming. She was none other than Shi Xuanling, one of the current commanders of the allied forces.

Apart from staying with Yue Wujiu these days to discuss how to lead the troops to ambush Xi Yuehan, she would come to Xiaomo at other times to play the Qingxin flute for him, to help him defeat his inner demons and break through the last level of the left-hand swordsmanship.

Yes, because Xiao Mo's arm could be said to be crippled by Xi Yuehan, and he was about to go to Qingli Mountain to face Xi Yuehan head-on, and have the final battle with him using his left-handed swordsmanship. It was difficult for him to calm down, and when he was practicing swordsmanship, his blood almost boiled over and he almost went crazy.

After Shi Xuanling learned about this situation, she thought of her Qingxin flute sound, which she originally learned for Yue Wujiu. Now it could help Xiao Mo calm down, suppress his inner demons, and practice his left-hand swordsmanship to the final level.

The sky and the earth were vast and the snow was flying. When the song ended, the young man in the yard stopped dancing with the sword and looked up at Shi Xuanling in the pavilion.

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other from a distance. Shi Xuanling was pleased and excited. She couldn't help but point her flute at the sword in Xiaomo's hand and praised sincerely:

"Xiao Mo, your left-hand sword skills are getting better and better. Every sword move you make is beautiful and neat, like flowing water. It is even more exquisite than when you used to wield the sword with your right hand!"

Xiao Mo received the compliment, and his handsome face blushed slightly, with a smile on his lips: "I should thank my sister."

As he put away his sword, he walked towards Shi Xuanling, "Thanks to my sister's flute music for helping me these days. Without your flute music, I would not be able to truly break through the last level of the left-hand sword technique."

The moonlight flickered, the night wind howled, and two figures sat facing each other in the pavilion, quietly looking at the falling snow outside. They were speechless for a moment, but their hearts were filled with emotion.

While Shi Xuanling and Xiao Mo were enjoying the snow in the pavilion, they did not notice that another figure had quietly arrived and was staring at them in the dark. The long sword of Wangxin at his waist also stared at the two people in the pavilion quietly along with its owner in the howling wind and snow.

Shi Xuanling didn't know how long she had been sitting in the pavilion before she looked at the snowflakes flying all over the sky and murmured, "Xiaomo, the Snow Feast is getting closer and closer. According to the time, our team will also set off..."

"Yes, I know. I have been waiting for that day to come..." Xiao Mo's eyes moved and he sighed, "I just hope that God can bless the Feng family and let the members of the family be safe and sound and successfully survive this disaster."

"I will, Xiaomo, I actually want to... ask you a question."

Shi Xuanling suddenly turned her head and looked at Xiaomo, her expression becoming serious: "Xiaomo, after killing Xi Yuehan and ending everything, what are you going to do next?"

Having said that, Shi Xuanling simply asked to the end. She moved closer to Xiao Mo and asked anxiously, "Are you still going to follow your fifth uncle and shed blood for the so-called 'Tonglu Country'? Are you, the Restorationists, still planning to go to war with the Allied Forces?"

After a pause, Shi Xuanling looked at the handsome face of the young man, and said softly with deep meaning, "Xiao Mo, tell me the truth, do you still want to... fight?"

The young man's long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly flapping its wings under the moon. He stared at Shi Xuanling motionlessly, and after a long silence, he slowly opened his lips, but did not answer her question. Instead, he suddenly said something out of the blue:
"Sister, before I left Qingli Mountain, I saw my mother for the last time."

Xiaomo's mother was also a member of the Restoration Faction. She had been hiding in the Dongmu Imperial City for many years, married an official from the Ministry of War, and gave birth to Xiaomo.

The official loved drinking, and when he was drunk, he beat up Xiao Mo's mother, and later even broke one of her legs! In order to protect his mother, Xiao Mo killed his father at the age of twelve, and was later demoted to a criminal slave and exiled to Yunzhou Island.

But in fact, Xiao Mo took action that time not only to protect his mother, but also because his mother's actions were exposed and she was caught red-handed by his "drunkard father" who was worse than a beast.

Yes, Xiaomo's mother is not the "weak woman" who only knows how to endure beatings from her husband in the eyes of outsiders. She lurks day and night, sleeping in the same bed with her husband but having different dreams. She has stolen countless valuable information from the Ministry of War from her husband. For the great cause of the restoration of the clan, she tries her best to grit her teeth and move forward, contributing her own strength.

At that time, Xiao Mo rushed there and killed the man who had beaten his wife for many years with his own hands. He protected his mother and also protected the secret of the clan.

After he killed his father with his own hands, he did not panic at all. Instead, he calmly wiped the blood off his face bit by bit, hugged his trembling mother in his arms, and a happy smile appeared on his lips:

"Mother, we are free now, are you happy?"

Yes, he was free. For these years, he and his mother were trapped in a square, lifeless house. Faced with his father who was always drunk and committed violence, and those concubines and aunts who were scheming and only knew how to be jealous and constantly framed him and his mother, he felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart and just wanted to break free from such a hopeless life.

Just like the iron cage that trapped the butterfly, everything was so suffocating and painful, with despair penetrating deep into his bones. Only the belief that he held deep in his heart was the only support for him and his mother.

The Feng family, the Qingli Mountains, the recovery of Tonglu's homeland, the immortal belief passed down from generation to generation by the Fire Phoenix King.

That is his and his mother's home, their blood-related relatives, and the fire burning in the darkness of despair, attracting him and his mother to keep moving forward and chasing after it, an ideal country that they are willing to devote their everything, even their lives, to.

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In life, people are busy and struggling, floating in the sea of ​​suffering. Who doesn't live for a dream?

That day, the sun was so bright outside the window, he just looked up and stared at it, a drop of blood fell on his eyelashes, but he didn't care, he just watched a butterfly flying across the courtyard, in the mottled light and shadow, it was like a dream, endlessly tender.

Just like he and his mother broke free from a cage and were finally able to spread their wings and fly into the vast world.

"After the incident, my mother was secretly taken away by my fifth uncle and sent back to the Qingli Mountains to recuperate. I was also exiled to Yunzhou Island and became a small criminal slave in the Haishan Room."

"Later, my fifth uncle rescued me and brought me back to the Pacification Division. I became his shadow guard, busy all day long, but I missed my mother very much in my heart. I always wanted to meet my mother and see how she recovered, but it was always difficult to find an opportunity. Every time, my fifth uncle said that my mother was fine and that some of the best ghost doctors in the clan were treating her, so I felt relieved."

"Later, I went to Youzhou again and watched my fifth uncle establish the Tonglu New Dynasty. I followed him to the battlefield and fought in many battles. I didn't have a chance to rest for a moment. Even when I returned to the Qingli Mountains, I was busy dealing with that Yuezun State Master and had no time to see my mother. So, I actually didn't know how she was recovering from her illness. How is she doing now?"

"Until Uncle Wu made up his mind to deal with Xi Yuehan and decided on the Snow Blowing Game, I tossed and turned in the mountains one night and couldn't sleep, so I got up to practice swordsmanship. However, I didn't expect that my inner demons would gradually arise, and I accidentally rolled down the cliff. Halfway up the mountain, I accidentally discovered a hidden stone chamber, and I finally, there... met my long-missed mother."

When Shi Xuanling heard this, her pupils suddenly shrank, and her face was full of disbelief: "How could it be, why...why is your mother there?"

Xiao Mo's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a bitter smile appeared on her lips: "Yes, I never dreamed that she would be locked up in that hidden stone chamber... Sister, do you know what my mother had become at that time?"