Thunderbolt Single Sword God

plight.

In the land of China, through the ages, the rise and fall of success or failure dazzles people.

So many heroes, so many demons, have all disappeared in history long ago, and turned into a piece of dust.

There are tens of thousands of living beings in adversity, and when they are subdivided, far less than half of them die.

To be born in the morning, to die in the evening!

In the chaotic world of misery, in the treacherous Martial Forest, it is not surprising that anything can happen.

It's not a kindness or a wonderful thing. Surviving the genocide is regarded as a disaster, but it may not have future blessings. It is like sending a mayfly to the world, a drop in the ocean.

That's all.

Actually.

The fate of non-en is to do anything for revenge, betray Mo Chenyin and Zheshan Army, believe in the words of demons, cooperate with them for revenge, and finally harm others and eventually themselves.

The revenge is not over, the prisoners are set.

Mo Yunhao stared and thought, now he has solved the plight of the Zheshan army, the world is changing, and the future is unpredictable.

It's not that En is paranoid because of hatred, nor is he heinous, so I don't have much prejudice against her. I hope she doesn't mislead others and herself.

"Fu Zun? Oh, thank you."

"Thank you."

Fei Miao happily went forward and bowed to thank her. She, Mo Chenyin and Zhe Shanjun had a very sincere friendship, and Fei En thanked Mo Chenyin.

"Easy to do."

Mo Yunhao smiled and nodded in response, admiring in his heart that the suffering is vast and magical, and the races are really strange.

"Zheshan Army, congratulations on your escape. 17

Fei Miao observed the Zheshan Army, smiled and congratulated, although she was curious about Mo Yunhao's specific identity, she didn't ask rashly, thinking that she must be a big shot.

"Yes, Ocher Army,"

Fei En's eyes lit up, and he was very excited. Zhe 530 Shanjun was out of trouble now, and he wondered whether he could avenge them. Although he was very utilitarian, he was also happy to congratulate

"thanks."

Zhe Shanjun responded with a smile. He was still very grateful for the care of the two elf girls. Mo Chenyin had already poured tea for the two of them, and greeted them happily:

"Feien, Feimiao, you two stop standing and come to drink tea and have a rest."

"Well, we bought osmanthus cake."

"Try it all."

Fei En and Fei Miao sat down, took out the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and other delicacies they had bought, and let everyone taste it. It was a celebration for the freedom of the Zheshan Army.

Meet in the world of mortals, drink and laugh leisurely.

There are always some encounters, swaying on the branches of the years, which will not wither, and it is also a joy.

Time flies, time goes by.

Stayed behind by Zheshan Army and Mo Chenyin, Mo Yunhao had already stayed in Wangtian Ancient House for dozens of days without knowing it, talking with each other about the Tao and singing the melody together.

today.

The sky is bright and the air is clear, and the wind is smooth.

Looking up at the vast sea of ​​clouds, admiring the green forests and green grass, singing silk and bamboo orchestras, reflecting the belt left and right, wandering eyes and bosoms, thinking that the water is flowing.

The sound of the flute is melodious, loud and clear.

The sound of the piano is curling, tactful and continuous.

The sword surges with the wind, the clouds and waves move like crazy, the shadow of the sword moves, the righteousness is like a rainbow, and the palm is spinning in motion...

The Zheshan army plays the flute from the sky, and the sound of Mo Chen caresses the melody of the Moqin.

Mo Yunhao holds the lead violin in his arms, as chic as ever, maybe it's been too long, maybe it's a whim, a long-term memory.

He is the main tone Liuxuanqin, and it is also called the main tone Ji (ajad) him, which is transformed by Shenming Shanfeng.

The melody of this Tai Chi Xuan was composed by Mo Yunhao himself, perhaps the presentation is the most appropriate, the style of the song is more cutting-edge, and there is no mercy in eliminating demons and defending Dao, it is Dao Feng Tai Chi Xuan.

"Dao Feng Tai Chi Xuan."

Only he himself could hear the murmur of the Zheshan army, and there was a dreamy figure in the song.

That is the meaning of Tao, that is him, it is also Mo Chenyin, and it is also Mo Yunhao, he understands the meaning of Taoism.

Fei Miao and Fei En listened carefully, immersed in the melody of Taoism, did not speak to each other, and only drank tea quietly.

The wind blows, and the song ends.

The red leaves fell on the strings, Mo Yunhao picked up the fallen leaves, flicked them with his fingers, drifted away, stood up, the song came to an end, it was time to say goodbye.

"Everyone take care, Rivers and Lakes is far away, I should go."

The corner of Mo Yunhao's mouth was smiling, a mysterious light flashed in his palm, Liuxuanqin disappeared in his palm, his clothes fluttered, and he said goodbye freely.

The short encounter is a pity, an episode of Mo Yunhao's journey, and the muddled world is the real world of Rivers and Lakes, and what it carries is the sharp edge.

"Fu Zun, take care."

"Fu Zun, there will be a period later, take care.

Mo Chenyin and Zhe Shanjun smiled and said goodbye, feeling emotional and grateful in their hearts. They already knew that Mo Yunhao was going to leave, and there was no accident.

"Ah? Fu Zun wants to say goodbye? See you again."

"Bon Voyage."

Fei Miao and Fei En didn't know the situation, and at the end of the song, they suddenly heard Mo Yunhao say goodbye, they were a little surprised, and reacted to say goodbye.

sunset.

New willows and new willows cover the Xitou Ferry, the willows do not trip people, it is the spring breeze crossing the setting sun, Rivers and Lakes Rivers and Lakes, wind and rain alone Tianya Road.

Mo Yunhao left in style, and continued to visit the Martial Forest, which is the Martial Forest, a world of hardships.

Before parting.

I specially sent some words to the people of Wangtian Gushe, especially for the Zhe Shan Army. It is a famous saying of the Tao Te Ching to warn the world, and I hope the Zhe Shan Army can understand.

"If you value your body as the world, if you can send it to the world, if you love it as the world, if you can trust it to the world, Zheshan, the lord of the house knows you very well."

Mo Chenyin stared at the Zheshan army, and sighed meaningfully, but for him, the meaning is self-evident, to save the world first, to save oneself, not to sacrifice one's life and forget oneself and go one's own way.

"Why don't I know that the world is safe and secure, and I walk according to my heart, which is my way."

Zhe Shanjun's eyes were far away, so he didn't understand that Mo Yunhao wanted the two of them to take good care of themselves so that they could better calm down the Martial Forest and not make meaningless sacrifices.

What is meaningless.

Mo Yunhao believes that it is meaningless for the Zheshan Army to save Niejiao and die when they are seriously injured.

Zheshan Army should have kept his own body and used his ability to recover his skills and come out again, capable of doing more things, but he passed away suddenly, which is unavoidable.

Sacrifice for righteousness.

In this world of adversity, how meaningful is it?

Since ancient times, countless people have been sacrificed and countless righteousness has been taken. Has there been any change in this world?

Mo Yunhao can't see the meaning, this world is so real, ruthless and perverted.

Keeping loyalty to reflect history?

According to history?

Is the retention of the loyal heart according to the history of the holy demon Yuanshi or Weishi Weizai?

How ridiculous and sad!

Zhe Shan Jun and Mo Chen Yin are Huai Jin holding Yu, the real people of Taoism, Mo Yunhao hopes that they can really understand.

Loving the world first, loving yourself first, sacrificing one's life for righteousness, it doesn't make much sense in adversity, do what you can, and live well....

for several months.

Midsummer arrives suddenly.

The sun is like fire, the forest is verdant, the cool dream is in full swing, the cicadas are singing on the branches, sending good music attentively, the fan is gently shaking, and you are at ease.

"Hey, look, it's him!"

"He is the sword emperor? The defeated enemy has never made a second move?"

"But judging by his appearance, he is ordinary and nothing special. I don't believe it."

Several Martial Forest personnel, armed with swords, hid in the grass not far away, poking their heads, with different expressions, whispering.

Martial Forest Rumors.

In the past few months, the sword king appeared again in Rivers and Lakes, causing a sensation in the Martial Forest. These Martial Forest swordsmen and swordsmen made a name for themselves in order to defeat them.

I suddenly heard that the sword emperor was sent, and I visited here.

These few people from the Martial Forest, although they don't know whether it is true or not, they came together just to try their luck, but they didn't expect to see a young man in white.

And behind the Martial Forest people, on a journey in the forest not far away, there are several slender figures, with the oriole behind, seeing everything in their eyes, and almost laughing out loud.

"Mo Dage, it's really here."

Xiang Ling looked up and said happily, only to see Mo Yunhao taking a nap in the center of two big trees, above the floating hammock, blocking the dappled sunlight with a fan.

"Fuck, these crooked people dare to challenge the Lord, I'm going to teach them a lesson."

Ling Boying is not happy anymore, dare to say that the master is mediocre, and the Innate Cultivation Base is not even there, thanks to you guys saying it, she said lightly and contemptuously.

"Haha, I almost died laughing."

"Ha ha."

Yu Linling couldn't hold back anymore, bent over and laughed with her belly in her arms, and Junhuang Xueling also bent down and laughed, the two of them were so disregarded for their image, leaving Yinghongxue and Xiang Ling speechless.

"Who?"

"Ouch!"

"Grandma, don't, don't!"

Suddenly, I heard the laughter like silver bells, it was indescribable, wild and graceful, pungent and gentle, peaceful and unrestrained... …

Several Martial Forest people were suddenly taken aback. When they turned their heads stiffly, they were greeted by a graceful figure, punching and kicking.

Instantly.

Several people from the Martial Forest were beaten up with bruised noses and swollen faces, and the inferior swords were left in the forest. They disappeared without a trace, and all fled...

Um?

Xiaoying?

Mo Yunhao yawned, he had already discovered the personnel affairs of the Martial Forest, and he didn't take it to heart at all. Unexpectedly, after a burst of crying and wolf howling, he found out that it was Ling Boying.

"Xiaoying, why did you hit someone?"

Mo Yunhao disappeared with the wind, and reappeared next to Ling Boying, and the ink fan knocked on his forehead, feeling quite speechless.

"Ah! My lord, they speak ill of you."

Ling Boying was crossing her waist, full of air, when suddenly Mo Yunhao Huahong appeared and knocked on her forehead, which startled her, and she replied embarrassedly.

"Ha, don't hide, come out."

Knowing that Ling Boying was coming, Mo Yunhao stared at the distant jungle with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and secretly shook his head and laughed.

Where Rivers and Lakes don't meet.

Yinghongxue and Yulinling, a group of five sisters, originally traveled around the world, visited the mountains and rivers to enjoy the beautiful scenery, and heard that Mo Yunhao was also in the surrounding area, so they came here to look for it.

"Husband."

"Ink Dage."

Yinghongxue and Xiang Spiritual Roots hadn't been hidden in the first place, which made Yu Linling and Junhuang Xueling quite a headache, so they had no choice but to follow them out, and the four of them came slowly. .