Fast-Crossing Time Travel

Chapter 52 The End of the Martial Arts Chapter

"Ask what love is in the world. It is a promise between life and death. Flying guests from all over the world. The old wings experience cold and heat, joy and joy, and parting is bitter. There are even more idiots in the middle. You should have something to say, ten thousand miles of clouds, thousands of mountains and evening snow. Who will go to the image..."

The woman was somewhat clear but with a choked voice softly singing in the ears of the man in the blue shirt whose life and death were unknown, singing over and over again, the color of the blue shirt could not be seen at all, the blood stained a large area of ​​land, dyed The clothes were red, the rain seemed to be getting heavier, and it seemed that even the heavens were regretting this relationship...

The man with the scarred face on the side was a little moved, his lips were tightly pursed, his eyes were a little tangled, the resolute lines on his face softened for a moment, and he lost his mind for a moment when he saw the woman crying. But he lowered his eyes, calmed down, and quietly raised his sword. The sound of the dragon's sword was heard, and the man's figure was as fast as the wind, but he didn't hear the sound of the knife piercing into the flesh...

ding dong...

The sound of the dragon's chant stopped abruptly, and the cyan knife was thrown aside by the force of yellow, and a man with a somewhat fairy air appeared in front of everyone. He looked at the pair of people on the ground with a trace of unbearable eyes, he smiles

"When is the time for retribution, let's just let this matter go..." The master's soft voice seemed to wake up Song Jiajia, who was invading her own world,

She seemed to have just woken up from a dream, her eyes were full of trance, she looked at the expert beside her, her martial arts seemed unfathomable, and seeing him looking over softly, she seemed to see a glimmer of hope, she seemed to be in a daze General, knelt down beside the master, choked up and opened his mouth

"Master, can he still be saved...Master, please save him..." Song Jiajia knelt in front of the master with tears all over her face, kowtowing her head continuously, her white jade-like forehead was stained with mud on the ground, but She doesn't care about it at all...

"I still have it now, but it will be later, I won't be sure..." The tall man in the robe in front of him was full of kindness and kindness, looking at the two people surrounded in the middle on the ground...

"Why, she killed my younger brother. Isn't it worth paying for the murder...Could it be that my brother died for nothing..." The man with the scar face was still unwilling to reconcile, and yelled at Song Jiajia in front of him with a ruthless face. Looking at her with cruel eyes...

"Everything has a cause and effect, and everything has reincarnation. Your brother's death is not just her problem. When will the injustice be repaid? You also stabbed the life of this male benefactor today, and it is considered a life for a life. Don't worry." Don't be too persistent, death is like a lamp going out, the important thing is the living..." The master in the robe still smiled kindly, and the surroundings were full of peaceful atmosphere and breath...

"Hmph, I can't beat you today, I can't help it..." The man with the scar face still stubbornly turned his head aside, his eyes were full of resentment...

"It is fate that I met them today. I will protect them for ten years. After ten years, if you still have hatred, then I will not interfere..." Master Yideng said with a smile.

The scarred man's complexion became gloomy, his eyes were downcast, he didn't say a word, he turned around and left, everyone saw that the boss had already left, so they also started to leave sparsely, but after a while, only He Ruan was left You are still standing there worryingly...

"Female benefactor, what doesn't belong to you doesn't belong to you. Reincarnation has its own destiny..." Master Yideng looked at the woman in yellow clothes who was full of worry but resentment, and sighed.

Song Jiajia wiped away her tears, then hugged Lu Zhanyuan, whose life and death were unknown, and followed Master Yideng as if walking into the distance. The sun after the rain was the brightest, and the beauty of the rainbow washed away the originally gloomy sky. The arrival of the sun was just like her at this moment With a hopeful heart, the sun always comes after the storm, isn't it...

The back of the purple clothes is still so slender, but it is more determined and brave than before, and the bottom of my heart is more clear and clear, holding Lu Zhanyuan, whose life and death are unknown in his arms, with a bright arc on his lips, like the rain The last flower blooms the most beautiful smile...

Ten years later

The woman in purple was sitting in a wheelchair, her face was full of anger, and she yelled awkwardly at the gentle man in front of her
"Lu Zhanyuan, have you finished practicing your swordsmanship today..." The purple shirted woman looked awkward, but the purple shirted man just brought out a bowl of chicken soup, his face was full of tenderness, and his peach blossom eyes curved into a charming arc , he spoke softly

"Mochou, don't be too nervous. If we can't beat it, at least we will live for another ten years. I am very satisfied with you for these ten years..." The gentle man's eyes are full of love and compassion, and he gently Hugging the woman in the wheelchair, his heart was full of guilt, he sighed with some remorse, and slowly stroked her long hair...

"Oh, I said that the girl was voluntary back then, and you kept sighing if you were bothered..." Song Jiajia said awkwardly, trying to comfort him, but when the words came to her lips, she turned into such a sentence, and she blushed and raised her head. Looked at him, looked at his smiling eyes, curled his lips...

"Mochou, I love you, I love everything about you, I love everything about you, if today is our end, I am also very grateful to God for giving us these ten years..." The man in blue clothes lowered his head gently He pressed a delicate kiss on her forehead, hugged her hand, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of her lips...

A swordsman holding a sword in the distance, looking at this happy scene in the distance, but the hatred in the past has been wiped away in the past ten years, and the hatred has dissipated in the world with the wind and time...

He was truly relieved from the bottom of his heart, the scars on his face remained the same, but the chill and resentment on his face had disappeared, he took a jug of wine and drank away chicly, without the deepness and hatred he had before, The feeling of abandoning hatred turned out to be so chic...

"Eternal love and hatred are not as good as a pot of wine...haha..."

The scar on the unruly swordsman's face seemed to be softening, and his unrestrained and hearty voice echoed in this hidden place, and his figure was getting further and further away...

Song Jiajia in the distance saw his back, smiled and leaned into the arms of the man in front of her...

No hatred is eternal, nothing is eternal, maybe today you are troubled by the loss of a relationship, but no matter how unforgettable the relationship is, it will eventually become the most beautiful time in the bottom of your heart under the influence of time. Just to record our best years...

Song Jiajia, who had grown old with Lu Zhanyuan in this time and space, finally returned to the space after her death. She was still very peaceful in her heart. The unforgettable love with Lu Zhanyuan seemed to have been engraved in her bones. Caring for her, accommodating her, he really kept his promise, loved her for the rest of his life, spoiled her for the rest of his life...

After arriving in the space, Li Mochou had already left, leaving only two words

"thanks……"

(End of this chapter)