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

Chapter 11

The second day of the Spring Festival on January 23 in the fourth year of Mingde

sunny

The breath of spring has not yet calmed down, and Dengtian Pavilion has begun to meet the challenge as usual.

The legendary "three don't go" still hinder the pace of people in the arena.

However, the more this is the case, the more people flock to it.

Go ahead to dangers.

This is, rivers and lakes.

At the entrance of Xueyue City, the morning dew had just dissipated, and three men wearing black crowns and yellow robes had already stepped into Xueyue City.

The leading man smiled.

"The wind in Xiaguan, the flowers in Shangguan, the snow in Cangshan Mountain, and the moon in Erhai Lake. This snowy moon city is a good place.

However, besides the arty things like Feng Huaxueyue, do you know if there are other things? "

The man on the left clasped his hands and whispered.

"City Master, I heard that there is also a Heaven-climbing Pavilion in this city. It is very strange. Recently, there is a saying in the rivers and lakes, it is called three times. Once you enter Xueyue City, you can only ascend to the sky three times."

The one on the right also bowed.

"City Master, Feiying is right. It is said that the guard on the second floor of the Ascension to Heaven Pavilion is very powerful. If you can defeat him, you will be able to ascend to the sky in one step."

The leading man smiled, touched the slightly long beard, and smiled.

"Since that's the case, I'm going to break into this Dengtian Pavilion today to set back the prestige of Xueyue City. Let them know how powerful our Peerless City is."

Feiying hurriedly came to the man, bowed slightly, his tone revealed helplessness in sincerity.

"City Lord, the elder has ordered that we are here to send greetings to Senior Nangong this time. Don't make extra troubles."

The man on the right stepped forward to accuse.

"Feiying, what are you doing? Isn't our Peerless City holding this hero banquet just to let the world see how powerful we are?
If the city lord can ascend to the sky in one step today, wouldn't he trample Xueyue City under his feet? Wouldn't this just make our Wushuang City famous?
The Baili Dongjun of Xueyue City has topped the Liangyu list for three consecutive years, and he is very proud of these years.This time, if we step into the sky by one step, what face will he have to be No.1 in this good jade list! "

Feiying hesitated immediately, "I'm afraid it's not easy to explain to the elder!"

Seeing the two arguing, Wushuang City Master gave a cold snort and pushed Feiying away.

"I'm afraid of this, I'm afraid of that, let the people of the world think about our Wushuang City. Today I will break the so-called three-way, let the world know that Xueyue City is nothing more than that."

On the attic of the City Lord's Mansion.

Baili Dongjun drank and leaned on the railing,

Wen Xiaobai was holding a flute beside him and spinning it in the palm of his hand.

"My lord, the three people from Wushuang City went straight to Dengtian Pavilion, do you want to stop them?"

Baili Dongjun was stunned for a moment, picked up the jug of fine wine and poured it into his mouth, and said with a smile.

"They actually want to break into the Dengtian Pavilion? Then today will be interesting."

Seeing that Baili Dongjun was still calm, Wen Xiaobai said anxiously.

"Young Master, Song Yanhui, the lord of Wushuang City, has also come back this time. Can Fourth Young Master beat him? Don't you lose face to our Xueyue City?"

Baili Dongjun smiled lightly.

"Xiaobai, you underestimate Qianshang's strength. If he attacks with all his strength, I may not be able to stop him. This time, I just use Song Yanhui's hand to make my junior famous in the world."

Wen Xiaobai breathed a sigh of relief, but after a while, he suddenly grabbed Baili Dongjun's arm and shouted.

"Young Master, hurry up and stop the Fourth Young Master, and make sure he doesn't demolish the Dengtian Pavilion again."

The two looked away.

Ascend to the heavenly pavilion.

The yellow sand is long, the sunset is dusk, the scene is extremely magnificent, and it feels like being there.

The red sun is scorching, and the road ahead is far away. If you are in it, you may not be able to break free.

Seeing this, the onlookers couldn't help feeling terrified, as if their lives were lost in the afterglow of the setting sun, and they frantically fled backwards.

After escaping tens of meters, he realized that it was an illusion.

Baili Dongjun took a sip of wine, jumped up, and shouted.

"Junior Brother, show mercy!"

A quarter of an hour ago.

When Song Yanhui and the three of them came to Dengtian Pavilion, they happened to see a Jianghu man throwing him from the second floor with an exclamation in his mouth.

He fell to the ground with a "slap", his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

I saw him get up as if nothing had happened, pick up the big knife that fell on the ground, and cup his hands towards the people around him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I, Saibei Mo Yidao, lost today, and I am convinced. If you don't go three times, you really deserve your reputation. I will go back and practice again, and I will come again next time."

Pulling out the long knife, carrying it on his shoulder, whistling, he headed towards the outside of Xueyue City without looking back.

A look that I am honored, I am very proud.

The people next to him were not surprised by this.

I have been immunized for two months.

Song Yanhui pulled a passerby curiously.

"Brother, that person clearly lost just now, why is he still so proud?"

Passers-by originally wanted to scold, but when they saw Song Yan wearing a feather crown and carrying a sword on her back, they immediately knew that it was another challenge.

laughed.

"Hey, this brother, don't look down on him. Now the three-time non-going has become one of the symbols of Xueyue City. Don't talk about him, it's the same if you go. At that time, you can also say, the eighth son of Beili Like me, none of my disciples can pass the second level of the Ascension to Heaven Pavilion."

After Song Yan turned around, Feiying was furious when he heard this.

He drew out his long sword and threatened.

"Hey, who do you look down on? Do you know who we are?"

Xueyue City is a city hidden in the world, passers-by are descendants of masters who once lived in seclusion, so they are not afraid when they see flying eagles drawing their swords, instead they look curious.

"If you don't tell me, I really didn't pay attention. Judging by your attire, you should be from a famous school. Could it be that the loser in the future can have another name?"

As soon as this remark came out, the crowd onlookers burst into laughter.

"It seems that those who lose in the future will have more face."

"That's right, it was shameful to lose in the past, but now you lose with these masters, it's not a good thing to brag about."

"Hey, tell me, should I also find a chance to go up there once, and then I can brag and say that I lost with XX."

"That's right, but I'm afraid you won't be able to pass the first floor, hahaha"

Hearing the wanton ridicule from the crowd, the man on Song Yan's left was so furious that he immediately drew his long sword and walked towards the crowd.

"It's unreasonable to insult my Peerless City! Today, I will cut off your tongues."

Seeing that this person actually drew his sword, the onlookers retreated one after another.

shouting.

"Patrol, patrol, there are villains here planning to use force."

Seeing this, Song Yan shouted.

"Fei Xiao, stop."

The left hand grabs the man's right hand, pulls and pulls back, the movement is smooth and smooth, and the sword is sheathed.

Fei Xiao turned his head and gasped.

"City Lord, why stop me, they actually look down on us!"

Song Yan looked back into Fei Xiao's eyes and shook her head silently.

Then he smiled heartily.

"Fei Xiao, face is earned by oneself, not given by others. Since they dare to laugh at us, we will go to Deng Tian Pavilion and let them see how good we are."

Say it.

He stepped forward and bowed his hands to the crowd.

"Everyone, my brother has offended me so much, please forgive me.

Song Yanhui, the lord of Wushuang City, went to Xueyue City to ascend Tiange today. Please be a witness. "

Say it.

Come to the gate of Dengtian Pavilion, push open the gate, and stride forward.

Boom, boom, the drums sounded again.

"This person is actually on the bank of the Canglang River, and Song Yanhui cut off the water with one sword!"

"It's still the Lord of Wushuang City!"

"Do you think the fourth son can beat him? This is the third best player on the Liangyu list."

"I think Xuan, after all, he is different from those before him, he has already become famous."

"That's not necessarily the case, have you forgotten the sword of the Fourth Young Master?"

And Feiying next to him asked curiously when he heard people keep mentioning the Fourth Young Master.

"Who is the fourth son you are talking about?"

Crowd A: "The fourth son is naturally the fourth son."

Crowd B pushes Crowd A away.

"While going, what they asked was the name of the fourth son! Let me tell you, the fourth son's name is Mo Qianshang, and he is the apprentice of the city lord's husband three months ago."

Crowd C immediately came up to answer the call.

"Also, and. That day, the Fourth Young Master destroyed the Dengtian Pavilion with a sword. You don't know how spectacular that scene was."

At this time, climb to the second floor of Tiange.

Song Yan came back to the second floor, expecting to see Baili Dongjun, but unexpectedly saw a one-eyed boy.The boy drank the last drop of wine, threw the bottle casually, and stood up, indescribably free and easy.

The young man looked at the man with a serious face, who seemed to be burdened with too many responsibilities, and said casually.

"I heard upstairs that your name is Song Yanhui, and you are the lord of Wushuang City?"

Song Yanhui was slightly surprised by this person's demeanor, but still said proudly.

"That's right, I'm here. Who are you? Where's Baili Dongjun?"

"My name is Mo Qianshang, and I am Baili Dongjun's younger brother. I am stationed here."

Hearing this strange name, Song Yan frowned.

"Mo Qianshang? Never heard of it"

"After today, you will never forget it. This name will be a nightmare that you will never forget in your life."

Hearing this, Song Yan became angry, drew out the famous sword Yangui, and pointed it at Mo Qianshang.

"Boy, you are crazy!"

"Crazy or not, you'll find out later."

As he spoke, Mo Qianshang raised his right hand upwards, and behind him, Mo Xie automatically unsheathed it into his palm.

Mo Qianshang gently brushed Mo Xie with his left hand.

I am deeply moved.

"I don't know why, but I always feel that you seem to be as excited as I am. Starting today, let's become famous together."

With a wave of his right hand, the sword pointed at Song Yanhui.

"The name of the sword is Moxie, inherited from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period."

Song Yan narrowed her eyes and was surprised.

"Mo Xie? The long-lost spring and autumn famous sword"

As he spoke, he looked at the other handle behind Mo Qianshang.

"Behind you is another go-getter, right?"

"good."

"Since using two swords, why not use both swords together?"

"Because you are not worthy!"

Song Yanhui was furious. This was the first time in his life that he was humiliated like this. At this moment, his face was flushed, and his straight face was already full of anger.

"I made you unworthy, Wan Shui"

Yan Gui swung out, and a stream of water condensed by internal force was blown out.

With a wave of Mo Qianshang's hand, the sword energy slashed, and the water flow broke in two.

"Don't play this child's game."

Song Yanhui was secretly startled.

'This man has such strong inner strength.Is it already in a state of freedom? '

Stepping out, Shui Wuhen, a sword has arrived in front of Mo Qianshang.

Mo Qianshang raised his sword to resist, and the sound of clanging and chirping continued on the second floor.

In the small space, the two fought back and forth, leaving sword marks on the fence, the floor, and the main beam.

Mo Qianshang's sword is very sharp, and his moves are continuous, but he used Gu Chunqiu's Lien Zhan Jue.

This kind of relentless, life-for-life fighting style actually defeated Song Yan's counterattacks steadily.

But Song Yanhui's sword was very majestic.

Perhaps it was because of the sword that broke the river, Song Yanhui's sword was full of arrogance that cut the river and the sea.

Seeing a stalemate for a long time, regardless of the outcome
Song Yan roared back, "Wanchuan", and a huge wave emerged from behind him.

The momentum is as if the sky is tilting, and it sweeps forward with a mighty force.

Mo Qianshang jumped back, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Finally, some hard guys. Look at my move! The force!"

Unlike the Gu family's flaming sword paired with gods, Mo Qianshang's improved military posture is obviously more suitable for him.

With a light flick of the sword, blue ice flames rose from Mo Xie's sword.

The iceberg appeared behind him, and the snow-capped peaks were endless. On the top of the highest peak, there was a long frosted sword sticking out. A palm broke through the ice, and the ice sword flew from the snow-capped peak.

Holding the Cold Flame Sword and sticking it into the ground, a Frost Goddess broke out of the ground and came behind Mo Qianshang as the earth shook and the mountains shook.

Seeing Song Yanhui's huge waves coming with great power, Mo Qianshang slashed obliquely with his sword, and the goddess struck at the same time.

On the ground, glaciers are like bamboo shoots, bursting out continuously, and when the huge waves come, a glacier that is higher than the huge waves breaks out of the ground and passes through the huge waves.

The huge waves froze quickly under the glacier until it collapsed.

But it is: the sword of the army is floating on the snow peak, the sword of Wanchuan is frosted, the young man shows his majestic horns, and his arrogance soars across the sky.

Seeing the virtual image of the goddess slowly disappearing behind Mo Qianshang, Song Yanhui was dumbfounded.

"How do you know the strength of the Gu family's army in the Southwest Road?"

Mo Qianshang didn't care about the Tao.

"I learned it, how can I do it? After fighting for so long, you can try my trick."

Song Yan snorted back, raised her sword and swiped back.

"Don't be complacent. My name is Song Yanhui, because the sword I swing can make Yanzi turn back.

Once, I used it to break the Cangjiang River with one sword.Now, let me show you what it means, Yan Hui. "

The swifts fall, and the fleeting year begins, the swallows do not return, and the spring is sprouting.

With one sword strike, it is like the sunset returning to the sky, like the flowers of the four seasons blooming, like the vitality of spring.

His sword is actually the sword of hope in spring, the sword blooms and blossoms, and the gentle wind and drizzle enters the hearts of the people.

At this moment, the people near Dengtian Pavilion felt that the cold winter had passed and spring had arrived.

Mo Qianshang felt this sword intent and was full of admiration.

"As expected of a master who has been famous for a long time, his shots are really extraordinary. It just so happens that I also have a sword to counter him, please try it."

The sword rises and swings down.

Yellow sand in the desert, sunset and dusk, long road, where to survive.

"My sword is called: Sunset Red"

The sound fell, and the sword came out.

Under the infusion of internal force, a scene of yellow sand in the desert spread from Mo Qianshang's feet, and the door wall behind him turned into a desert.

There.

The yellow sand in the desert, passers-by on the journey, the camel desert, the sunset and the sunset, the surging river, gone forever.

The traveler leads the camel towards the end of the sunset, gradually disappearing into the horizon, the road ahead is long, and no one knows where is the way back.

The sound of sword clashing sounded, and the sword intent behind him continued to erode towards the opponent.

Song Yan opened her eyes slightly and said in a deep voice.

"Who are you? How can you have such strength at such a young age?"

The corners of Mo Qianshang's mouth curled up, his long hair fluttering.

"I said before that I am Baili Dongjun's fourth junior brother, and today, you will always remember my name: Mo Qianshang!"

There is a saying: young people are proud of Wushuang, despise the world's outstanding, Wushuang is not weak, it is a pity to meet Qianshang.

(End of this chapter)