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

Chapter 83

May [-]th of the sixth year of Mingde
The sky is misty and foggy.

The morning light came on, and the fishing boat weighed anchor.

The passenger ship leaves the port, and the tourists travel far.

Mo Qianshang and Li Hanyi waved goodbye to Baili Dongjun.

Under the protection of Mr. Liu Yue and Mr. Mochen, Baili Dongjun and Yueyao went to the overseas fairy mountains.

There is a saying in the world: If there is a loss, there will be a gain, and if there is a gain, there will be a loss.

Although Baili Dongjun has lost his internal strength, there are even greater opportunities waiting for him when he goes to sea this time.

The internal strength is as high as the sky, and the boxing method is the sea.

The fairy mountains in the East China Sea, a fairyland on earth.

Mo Qianshang and Li Hanyi looked at each other, and walked towards where they came from, arm in arm.

They are going home too.

The wanderer was a little tired after staying outside.

August [-]th of the sixth year of Mingde
Apocalypse
Thunder House
The sound of the piano whispers quietly, telling the joys and sorrows of the world.

The two returned to Tianqi for about three months.

When I went there, it attracted a lot of attention, but when I returned, it was extremely low-key.

They don't want to be disturbed.

In the past three months, occasional people with great powers sent invitations, but they were rejected by the teenagers one by one.

He doesn't like to socialize.

A palm-sized big-eared rabbit stood on the boy's shoulders, its ears dangling and swaying in the wind.

In front.

The girl dances with swords in the wind, as graceful as a frightened bird, as graceful as a dragon swimming.

It seems as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and the snow flutters like the flowing wind.

The sword intent is dense, and the sword energy is bleak.

The sound of the piano is low and bleak, telling the melancholy of the young man.

From sound to people, from sound to heart.

His heart is not peaceful.

"Moon Evening Flower Morning"

The rain is blowing and the wind is still blowing, and the sound of the zither whispers farewell.

The sword intent rolled up the sea of ​​flowers, and the sword energy pierced the sky.

The girl's sword pierced through the secluded bamboo forest, causing the birds in the forest to startle.

The girl stepped forward, like a dream butterfly fleeing, picking up flowers in the evening.

When he came to the young man, the long sword was already in its sheath.

Bowing slightly, the big-eared rabbit took the young man's shoulder,

Looking at the boy, he caressed and sighed.

"Qian Shang, let's go."

Xueyin Beast turned its body, squinted its eyes, enjoyed the girl's caress, and groaned slightly.

The young man paused, stopped playing the piano in his hand, and remained silent for a moment.

"Han Yi, I..."

"Go, master left four words in Xueyue City: move with your heart. I think the purpose is to let us follow our heart, follow our nature, and go with us. Since your heart has already moved, there is no point in staying here .”

After saying that, the girl's eyes turned slightly red.

The last time he was separated, he experienced life and death, a bloody battle for thousands of miles.

This time, I don't know what kind of experience I should have.

But she can't be so selfish.

He shouldn't be tied to her, he should do what he wants to do.

The young man lowered his head and caressed the sound of the guqin.

"I'll be back as soon as possible, I promise."

Get up.

The girl turned around indifferently, indifferently.

"Go ahead. Otherwise I'm afraid I'll change my mind"

Suddenly.

A pair of hands hugged the girl's slender waist from behind.

At this moment, the girl was shocked, her whole body was slightly weak, and her face was flushed.

It was an initiative he had never had before.

It was also a move he had never done before.

Next to the ear, the young man whispered softly.

"Sorry, forgive me for being willful for the last time. When I come back, let's get married."

sound off.

The young man carried his sword and entered the rivers and lakes again.

He wants to bring that person back.

He wanted to try to restore that thatched cottage to its former appearance.

That simple man, that sad woman, that innocent child.

Their ending should not be like this.

Behind.

The girl looked back at dusk, her heart was beating very fast.

Happiness came so suddenly that she was a little overwhelmed.

A kind of expectation, a kind of happiness.

With bright eyes and big eyes, he stared blankly at the back in the distance.

whispering softly.

"I'm waiting for you."

August [-]th of the sixth year of Mingde
It was originally the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion, but it was time to say goodbye again.

The road ahead is long and the future uncertain.

This time, even he wasn't sure.

Because what he has to face is a poor man who has lost everything. When a person is driven to a desperate situation and loses everything, will he turn back?

Or, can he turn back?

Also, he, do you remember yourself?
The teenager doesn't know.

Therefore, he can only move forward alone, and must move forward alone.

Even though, he knew that he might be beaten badly, or even die in a foreign country.

But this is him, a teenager.

Reckless, impulsive, acting from the heart, knowing what to do, isn't this just a teenager?
August 22, the sixth year of Mingde

Yumen Pass

A man in a blue shirt, a quack, with the obsession in his heart, stepped out of the closed door, left Beili, and headed for the Western Regions.

From there, he will go to Tianwaitian and bring that person back.

Although, he doesn't know if he can bring it back...

August 25, the sixth year of Mingde

Desert yellow sand, Gobi wilderness.

Yujian flies, Changhong pierces the sun.

Yujian is in this magical land.

It is empty and uninhabited, and no one knows when it will end.

This is the wilderness of the Western Regions, and this is the Silk Road. If you cross this vast wilderness, you will reach the countries of the Western Regions.

One person, one sword and one pot of wine, the setting sun sword fairy crosses across the sky.

This is a beautiful picture scroll.

A young sword fairy with a long red sword.

The setting sun was setting in the west, the imperial sword was flying across the sky, and the red tail flames swayed the air with the wine.

The sun is setting and people are on the way.

Here, it should be this beautiful scene.

But an accident finally broke the elegance of this sunset, yellow sand, wine and sword fairy.

A slightly familiar saber intent spread from a distance.

The boy put down the wine bottle, looked sideways, and murmured.

"acquaintance?"

"Desert Yellow River!"

A childish voice came from the mouth of a young man.

The man held two knives in his hands, with a look of grief and indignation.

The Desert Yellow River Dao Yi sent out along the trajectory of the two sabers, knocking down dozens of cavalry along the way.

But there are nearly [-] cavalry, dozens of them are just a broken arm.

The man's clothes were in tatters, his exposed limbs were covered with scars, and his red clothes were soaked in blood.

Panting, he held up his two knives.

Despair and loneliness go hand in hand.

He tried his best.

Fleeing from Yutian City with serious injuries, he ran for nearly a hundred miles along the way, but was still chased by Baigui Yexing.

At this moment, he knew that he was hopeless.

After thinking this through, the despair and loneliness slowly disappeared.

Sigh lightly.

"Master, I'm sorry!"

After leaving his last words, he looked calm, clenched his swords tightly, and decided to die generously.

in front of you.

The horse galloped, and three hundred cavalry quickly galloped around him, and the smoke and dust rolled up formed a circle.

The cavalryman wore a ghost face with fangs and sharp claws, and let out a low laugh, holding a saber in his hand with a hook lock, ready to tear him apart at any time.

A cavalryman broke away from the circle and rushed out. The man turned slightly sideways, and the two knives slashed between the misses. There was a sound of tearing, and the cavalry fell off the horse.

And this is just the beginning.

Two, three, ten, twenty.

The cavalry continued to charge.

There was more and more blood on the man's body.

Until the man threw out the double knives in his hands, killing the cavalry in front of him.

He fell to the ground slowly, motionless.

Around him are countless corpses.

But he had no strength, and in his misty eyes, he saw a cavalry rushing towards him, holding his saber high, and slashed it down.

He closed his eyes.

In the dimness, he heard an exclamation, and seemed to see a light, and then he lost consciousness.

"Desert Yellow Sand"

It's also desert yellow sand, this time it's sword intent!

The young man leaped down in the air, piercing the cavalry with his sword.

The rest of the cavalry were stunned for a moment, and were taken aback by the unexpected visitor.

"Who are you? How dare you meddle in the affairs of the Hundred Ghosts at Night?"

The boy didn't listen, and glanced at the man behind him.

Sword up.

In an instant, the sky was filled with yellow sand and billowing smoke and dust.

A strong wind swept across the world, and a sandstorm suddenly descended.

In the wind and sand all over the sky, the exclamation of cavalry and the neighing of horses competed one after another.

The corner of the boy's mouth raised a sneer, and he plunged his sword into the ground.

Sword intent erupted.

The sound of ground subsidence sounded suddenly.

At this moment, with the center within one meter around the boy as the center, a radius of [-] meters suddenly collapsed.

Countless horses exclaimed, followed by countless screams.

This is both a natural disaster and a man-made disaster!

With one sword, the ground sinks three thousand feet, and the three hundred cavalry are all barren.

Three hundred cavalrymen were buried in this Gobi desert.

Only the dark red slowly oozing out of the yellow sand, and the big pit left behind proved the traces of their existence.

The boy turned around indifferently, grabbed the man's clothes and stepped out. When he reappeared, he was already on the edge of the big pit.

Throwing the man on the ground casually, the young man sat on the ground casually, picked up the wine bottle on his waist and drank it all in one gulp.

Shaking the empty wine bottle, he sighed slightly.

murmured in the mouth.

"I'm done drinking. What should I do if I have no money?"

Glancing at the man, he murmured.

"Yan Shuangfei? I said why is it a bit familiar!"

As night fell, the campfire was dark.

The young man stood by the pit and looked at the bright moon in the sky. He didn't know whether he was looking at the bright moon or missing the beautiful woman.

by the campfire.

With a low moan, Yan Shuangfei slowly opened his eyes.

murmured.

"Where am I? Am I dead?"

"You are dead!"

Yan Shuangfei smiled wryly upon hearing this,
"Sure enough! So this is the world after death"

"But I saved you, so you are alive again! In order to thank me, you must invite me to eat and drink!"

Yan Shuangfei froze for a moment, then the corners of his mouth twitched, his face speechless.

"Senior, can you finish the sentence at once!"

Turning his head, he realized that it was a boy in blue.

The boy carries three swords on his back, his clothes are coral blue custom-made by Tianqi Yuxiufang, and his shoes are Liangyu boots custom-made by Jingongfang.

There was no wind at this moment, but his clothes moved with the wind, making him appear to be fluttering like a fairy.

The boy turned around and said indifferently.

"How will you be here!"

Yan Shuangfei froze for a moment, ecstatically.

"Brother Mo, it turned out to be you! I said I saw a ray of light just now! So I saw it right! Great, master is saved now!"

He knelt down on his knees, kowtowed, and choked up.

"Brother Mo! Please save my master Luo Qinghong!"

The strange woman who likes to wear red clothes appeared in the boy's mind.

"Luo Qinghong, long time no see. '

The boy helped him up and said seriously.

"Don't worry. Tell me first, why are you being hunted down by them?"

Yan Shuangfei looked at the bonfire and sighed.

"Because they want to destroy our Sunset Gate."

"them?"

"Brother Mo, haven't you heard of the Western Regions caravan?"

The boy shook his head slightly, he was not interested in many things, so he didn't know many secrets.

When Yan Shuangfei saw that he really didn't know, he was also emotional. With his strength, perhaps, knowing it was just a matter of a sword.

"In the Western Regions, there used to be two caravans called Longbow Chasing Wings and Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night.

The two caravans check and balance each other, maintaining the balance of the Western Regions trade routes, plus many small caravans, these people form the caravan forces in the Western Regions.

But half a year ago, for some reason, Baigui Yexing suddenly had many masters, and quickly began to expand, absorbing countless small caravan forces, and now its strength is far above that of Longbow Chasing Wing.

And they not only merged the small caravans, but also destroyed many sects in the Western Regions.Our Sunset Gate is currently suffering from their poisonous hands! "

"Then why are you here?"

"I broke out to find helpers. If I hadn't been hit by the evil palm of the red ghost when I broke out, I wouldn't have been trapped by the three hundred ghosts' night-walking cavalry."

The boy walked behind Yan Shuangfei and saw a palm print.

"Yin evil palm?"

With a palm strike, Yan Shuangfei suddenly spewed out a mouthful of black blood.

The blood touched the ground, making a corrosive sound, and emitting strange black smoke.

The boy waved lightly, the breeze blew past, and the smoke disappeared.

"You should be fine now."

Yan Shuangfei felt the internal force suppressing the meridians disappear suddenly, and his face was happy.

"Thank you, Brother Mo. By the way, Brother Mo, where are the three hundred cavalrymen chasing me?"

The boy turned sideways and pointed to the dark pit below.

"Sleep below!"

　Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly pass, ask for a collection.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)