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

Chapter 63

Mid-Autumn Festival on August [-]th in the fifth year of Mingde
It has been nearly three months since they came to Tianqi, and because of the shock of Mo Qianshang's first entry into Tianqi and the warning from King Langya, no one dared to disturb them.

Within three months, except for the first two days when he went out to get acquainted with the situation of Tianqi, Mo Qianshang never left Leifu again.

The various forces in the apocalypse also subconsciously ignored his arrival.

this day.

The bamboo forest behind the Lei Mansion.

The sound of the zither flutters in the bamboo forest, and the cool wind dances in the bamboo forest, rolling up large fallen leaves.

The beautiful girl rolls her long sword, the leaves move with the sword, the sword moves with the heart, and the heart moves with the gods.

With a flash of cold light, the girl stabbed out with a sword.

The target, the boy playing the piano.

The young man's eyes turned cold, he stopped playing the piano in his hand, stretched his right hand back, and the big red sword came behind him.

Killing intent, endless killing intent bloomed from the young man's body.

If it's a black abyss, if it's a dead soul asking for your life.

The breath enveloped the girl's body, causing the sword in her hand to tremble slightly, but the girl still didn't feel it, and stabbed at the boy.

The boy's sword came out, the wind stopped suddenly, the leaves fell suddenly, and the point of the sword pointed directly at the girl's throat.

The killing intent in his eyes seemed to be real, and the ghost fans were crying.

The girl's sword trembled again, the girl was helpless, she found that she could not control her sword.

The boy's sword touched lightly, and the sword in the girl's hand fell out of her hand and fell to the ground.

The sword continued to move forward, piercing the girl's throat.

Killing intent, aura, and ghost shadows all seemed real.

After a while.

The sword stopped abruptly.

Arrived at the position of less than a finger of the girl's throat.

In this regard, the girl not only did not have any panic, but instead looked depressed, her big shining eyes were full of self-blame.

"Qian Shang, I lost again."

The killing intent in the young man's eyes receded, and he covered his forehead with a look of helplessness.

This scene has been staged for a month, but it is still the same, the boy finally gave up.

"Han Yi, my sword, are you not afraid at all?"

The girl lowered her head and stuck out her little tongue. This action is extremely cute.

"I know Qianshang won't hurt me, so I'm not afraid at all!"

The boy covered his forehead again, in despair.

Even if he is confident that his swordsmanship is unrivaled in the world, there is no way for a person who will never be afraid of you to unleash her potential.

Withdrawing the sword, he stepped forward lightly, brushed the girl's hair with his right hand, looked at the girl who lowered her head, and sighed slightly.

"Han Yi, do you want to be a sword fairy?"

The girl raised her head, glanced at the boy, blushed, then immediately lowered her head and whispered.

"Think about it. I'll try."

The boy lightly brushed the girl's beautiful face, with regret and reluctance in his eyes, but more of encouragement.

"Han Yi, I'm leaving"

The girl hurriedly looked up,

"Qian Shang, what are you talking about? Why are you leaving?"

"Han Yi, you have the talent of a Sword Immortal, and it may not be impossible to even surpass it. But being by my side will only delay your growth. I can't be so selfish."

The girl was a little sad, but also a little sad, she gently hugged his waist, and said reluctantly.

"But I don't want you to leave."

The young man smiled slightly, full of pity.

He really loves the girl, but he can't be too selfish, and he also wants to stay with her forever, but he knows that the girl should be a sword fairy, and it shouldn't be like this.

"Fool, I'm only leaving temporarily, and it's not like I won't come back forever. You should ask the sword world. Only in this way can your sword escape my influence and walk out of your own path."

The girl hesitated and nodded slowly.

She didn't know that her sword had fallen into a bottleneck, even if Mo Qianshang was the best swordsman in the world, there was no way to improve her sword again.

No matter how Mo Qianshang broke out his killing intent, she still couldn't be afraid, and she couldn't feel the experience of life and death.

"So, Qianshang, when do you plan to leave?"

Think about it, young man,
"Three days later"

"Where are you going?"

"Go to Kunlun first, and then go to Jianyuan in Beiman."

"Jianyuan? What is that place?"

The young man thought about the memory of Jian Yuan in his mind,

"I heard that it is the tomb of the sword, the restricted area of ​​the living. It is said that the sword abyss was created by a sword of an immortal. I want to go and see it."

"Then when do you plan to come back?"

The young man smiled awkwardly,
"This, I haven't figured it out yet!"

The girl turned her head and hugged the boy tightly.

"No, you have to tell me the exact time, otherwise I won't let you go!"

The young man caressed the girl's black hair and looked at the bright moonlight.

"I will come back when the flowers bloom next spring."

On August [-]th of the fifth year of Mingde, it rained continuously
Apocalypse City Gate

A bamboo hat, a coir raincoat, and a horse, these are the youth's outfits.

Opposite of him.

The girl was wearing a white windbreaker and a white simple suit, holding an oiled paper umbrella, her eyes were reddish.

The boy saw the reluctance in the girl's eyes.

Stepping forward, bowing his head, his eyes were full of tenderness, and he smiled slightly.

"Why are you still crying? Didn't we agree that I will come back next year when the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming?"

The girl's sleeve flicked, and the teardrops that were originally intended to fall disappeared.

"Well, you must not forget what you said."

"certainly"

The young man untied a sword from behind. The scabbard was green and the blade was slender. It was the ancient sword Mo Xie.

The girl was slightly surprised, a little unbelievable, and a little at a loss.

"Qian Shang, what are you?"

"Han Yi, I've always wanted to find a chance to give it to you, but I don't know how to say it. Today, I took this opportunity to give it to you.

Ting Yu's spirituality is too weak, and he can't control himself when he meets a stronger swordsman.

This Moxie belongs to Yin is just right for you.Senior Mo Xie was in a deep sleep, and a ray of true spirit emerged from the sword. Even so, its spirituality was not comparable to listening to the rain.This sword will accompany you instead of me. "

Mo Xie groaned slightly, as if he was reluctant to give up, but also as if he was saying goodbye.

The go-getter also uttered a sword groan slightly to express his farewell.

The girl stretched out her hands, took Mo Xie, and held her in her arms.

She could feel the boy's heart, and she could also feel the strength of Mo Xie.

This sword is indeed suitable for her.

Just as the boy was about to continue speaking, the girl suddenly untied Tingyu on the right side, blushed slightly, and handed it out.

"Qian Shang, here, Ting Yu will accompany you instead of me."

The boy froze for a moment and smiled.

"it is good"

He took Tingyu and carried it behind his back.

At this time, silence is better than sound, and what is exchanged is sword, heart, and love.

Sudden.

The oil-paper umbrella in the girl's hand fell, and the girl buried her head in the boy's arms.

"Remember, spring is warm and flowers are blooming."

Hearing the girl's natural voice, the boy smiled.

"Okay, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming!"

The boy took out a black iron black gold mask from behind.

The mask is very delicate and majestic, like a killer's.

"Han Yi, you are a girl asking swords outside, it is indeed better to dress up as a man. The previous mask was destroyed by me, this mask is for you."

The girl raised her head, gently took over the mask with her left hand,
"Is this what you did in the past three days?"

The boy shrugged,

"Of course, do you like it?"

Compared with Li Hanyi's shoddy masks before, this mask is indeed much more refined.

The ravines on the mask crawled like spider webs, leaving two holes.

The whole is pitch-black, making people shudder.

The girl held it in her arms, blushing.

"like."

The boy sucked in his right hand, and the oil-paper umbrella on the ground fell into his hand, covering the girl's head.

"It's getting late, I'm leaving too, let's go back."

The girl took the umbrella with her left hand and held the sword with her right hand, watching the boy slowly step into the rain.

"Qian Shang, I will work hard to become a sword fairy!"

Bamboo sticks and mans shoes are lighter than horses. Who is afraid, a cloud of mist and rain will be used for life.

Young man, set foot on the rivers and lakes again.

The first day of September in the fifth year of Mingde
Kunlun Mountains

early morning
Kunlun is also known as Yujing
The legendary fairy mountain, the place of myth.

Some people say that there is the Yuxu Palace of Yuanshi Tianzun on it, and some people say that it is the Yaochi of the Queen Mother of the West. Today, these myths cannot be traced back.

But on the Kunlun Mountains, the snow does not melt all year round, and the chill is piercing, but it is well known.

Flying 300 million jade dragons made Zhou Tian cold, talking about the coldness of Kunlun.

Even though it is so cold, there are still people who founded a sect on it and became the world's leading sect - the Kunlun sect.

The cold wind pierced the bones, and the wind and frost continued.

Pieces of snowflakes fell, falling on the skin like a knife cut.

On this day, four Kunlun disciples in padded jackets and overcoats walked up Yuxu Peak.

Because of the snow, Kunlun disciples all use snow to practice their swords.

But this group of disciples didn't come to practice swords, they came to get swords.

Because there is the third famous sword in the sword manual on Yuxu Peak: Iron Horse Binghe.

"Senior Brother Wu, do you think we can successfully obtain the Iron Horse Glacier this time?"

The man called Brother Wu shook his head and smiled wryly,
"Junior Brother Feng, it's difficult! Uncle Master just let us try our luck."

"Senior Brother Wu is right. Our Kunlun Sect has not obtained this sword for so many years, which shows how difficult it is to obtain this sword."

"Wu heard that this sword is psychic, right?"

"Junior Brother Yun, this is true. I have seen that when senior brother took out the sword, the sword made the sound of thousands of horses galloping through the glacier. It was really scary. I almost thought it was an avalanche."

"Then why did the elder want us to go up again?"

"Because the famous sword is psychic, and the master is also chosen! If we are lucky and are recognized as the master, naturally we don't need to break through the iron horse glacier sword soul formation."

"Hey, big brother, look, is there a person in front? It's about to be covered by heavy snow, and besides our Kunlun faction, there are people who dare to break in!"

Brother Wu looked around, and at the foot of the mountain, there was indeed a person wearing a bamboo hat and carrying two swords, walking towards the mountain one step at a time.

His steps are very steady, every step is accurate.

The most unbelievable thing is that he dared to go up the mountain wearing only a thin single clothes.

You must know that the temperature on the mountain at this moment has turned to ice.

"It seems to be! Although our Kunlun faction does not prevent fellow Taoists from breaking in, but Yuxu Peak is about to reach the coldest stage of the year, and there are still people who dare to come. Isn't he afraid of death?"

Behind him, a young man whispered.

"Brother, why don't we catch up and have a look?"

Senior Brother Wu shivered, rubbed his palms together,
"Okay! Let's go over and persuade him. After all, it's too cold today."

Quote a word:

Xianyun is clever, Feixing spreads hatred, and Yinhan looms dark.

As soon as Jinfeng Yulu met, they won but countless on earth.

The tenderness is like water, and the good times are like dreams.

If these two feelings are long, how are they going up and down.

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　　If you go directly to Shaobai's plot, the story will appear empty. After all, I don't know how to describe the plot of the original work, so during this time, I still need to arrange some stories and new copies for the protagonist.

　　
　
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