It's half past night.

The snow in Nagato is getting heavier and heavier.

Su Changan tossed and turned on the bed.

Mo Tingyu leaned against the wall, holding his knife. In another two hours he was about to set out to kill the person he decided to kill ten years ago.

Su Changan is still too young. He is only fourteen years old. He only knows that death is a very bad thing, but what exactly is death is and what will happen if he dies. He doesn't quite understand.

"I don't know your name yet." Su Changan sat up and saw Mo Tingyu's figure in the dark.

"Mo Tingyu." Mo Tingyu replied, closing his eyes but never falling asleep. He was just waiting, breath after breath, every breath passed, which meant that he was close to seeing her. Just thinking of this, he felt that his blood seemed to burn.

"My name is Su Changan." Su Changan said.

"Yeah, it's a good name." Mo Tingyu praised it seriously. "Don't you go to bed anymore? Don't you have to go to the academy tomorrow?"

Su Changan suddenly wanted to cry. I was going to the academy tomorrow, but you were going to die.

I will study in the academy tomorrow, secretly look at Momo, and be ridiculed by Ji Dao and Wang Hong.

But you have to carry your knife on your back and kill him in your mouth, and never come back.

Su Changan suddenly understood what death was.

Thinking of this, his tears could no longer be stopped.

"I haven't seen you use a knife yet. You're leaving and never coming back. I can't find anyone to teach me how to sword skills." Su Changan said in a crying voice.

He didn't want to cry, he tried hard to pretend to be an adult. He felt that adults should face life and death calmly like Mo Tingyu. But he couldn't do it after all, he was just a fourteen-year-old boy.

Mo Tingyu was silent, and he naturally heard Su Changan's crying voice. He didn't know how to comfort him, because he knew that he would die, just like her would die. But it was inevitable that something strange happened in his heart. Since his master Yaoguang died, people in the world have regarded him as worn-out shoes, and he thought that no one would be sad for him in this life. But at this moment, in front of him, a young man who had just known him for a few days cried so seriously.

Mo Tingyu thought he should do something.

"My master is Yaoguang, he is one of the eight stars of the human race. I am his only disciple." He walked to Su Chang'an, reached out, and wiped away Su Chang'an's tears as gentle as possible.

Su Changan raised his head in confusion and looked at Mo Tingyu's eyes. In the darkness, his eyes were shining with light.

"Later, when he died, I was the only disciple of the Yaoguang lineage. When I died, the Yaoguang lineage was cut off. I don't want the Yaoguang lineage to be lost. I am very sorry to the master, and I can't let him down anymore." Mo Tingyu paused, as if he had made a very important decision.

"So, if I die, you will be the only disciple of the Yaoguang lineage."

Su Changan's expression went from doubt to astonishment, from incomprehension to surprise. He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

"When I kill her, I will take you with me. I will use one knife, and only this knife can be used. How much I can learn depends on your ability. If you learn you, you are the descendant of my Yaoguang lineage, and if you do not learn you, you are also the descendant of my Yaoguang lineage."

"As long as you are still alive, you are the successor of my Yaoguang lineage." Mo Tingyu's last words were loud and loud.

He not only said it to Su Chang'an, but also to the spies who followed him from Chang'an, and even to the masters behind these spies.

He killed Xingyun, the demon clan for the world. No matter what happened, the world owed him a favor. He used this favor to exchange for Su Changan's worry-free life.

The snow in Nagato is even heavier.

On a snowy night, a woman walked towards Nagato.

She was wearing a red palace outfit and flew in the cold wind like a flame in the dark night.

She hung a bell barefoot on her feet, jingling in the snow, like a stream in a mountain stream.

Her face is not as beautiful as a fairy who has fallen into the mortal world.

"You are finally here." The woman murmured, "I've been waiting for you for ten years."

The gate of Changmen Town is three meters high. Because the situation ahead is tense, there are not many soldiers patrolling the night in Changmen.

But they turned a blind eye to women.

Even the city gate was useless to her.

She raised her hand gently, and the vertical axis of the city gate made a whimpering sound, slowly opening.

She walked into the city gate barefoot, and the city gate seemed to have received some order, making another whimpering sound, and then slowly closed.

She did not hurry up or slow down the whole process. The soldiers who patroled the night were passing by her but turned a blind eye. Even the snow she had stepped on was as flat as if she had just paved, without any trace, as if she had never walked there.

And in a room in an unknown inn in Nagato.

A girl in green sat cross-legged.

Just as the woman in red stepped into Changmen Town, the girl's eyes suddenly opened.

She stood up, put the veil on her face, and put the jade flute on her waist. She bowed slightly and then turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the room.

At this time, the starlight suddenly lit up and shone through the window on Su Changan's face.

His mouth became wider and wider as if he could no longer close.

In just a few breaths, he went from an ignorant boy in Changmen Town to the only successor of the Yaoguang lineage except Mo Tingyu in this world.

Although Su Changan didn't know what the Yaoguang lineage was, he knew that it was definitely not simple by the name.

"I..." He finally came to his senses and was about to say something, but found that Mo Tingyu's brows slowly gathered towards the bridge of his nose, and finally frowned. Then, for no reason, Mo Tingyu's brows stretched, and his face returned to its previous calm.

"She is here to look for me." Mo Tingyu said.

"Who will?" Su Changan only asked half of the questions and knew the answer. Because he saw Mo Tingyu's left hand holding the knife begin to tremble, he knew that the person Mo Tingyu was going to kill was coming.

He didn't wait for Mo Tingyu to find him, but came to him by himself. Su Changan began to be nervous. He didn't know if such a change would affect Mo Tingyu's plan.

He tried to see something from Mo Tingyu's face, but found it was just futile - except for the initial frowning, Mo Tingyu's face was always so calm.

bite.

bite...

bite......

Suddenly, ringtones came from snowy night.

From far to near, it looks like a secluded orchid in the valley, or like a mountain flowing water.

Su Changan felt a chill for no reason, and the clear ringtone fell into his ears, as if Yama was urging his life.

Hula.

The door of Su Chang'an's house was opened by some invisible force. A woman in red came from afar and stood in front of the courtyard of Su Chang'an's house. She stared at Mo Tingyu blankly, looked at the beard on his lips, and looked at his angular face. She tried hard to connect the somewhat sloppy man in front of her with the handsome young man back then.

Finally, she sighed and said, "I'm here."

At that moment, the wind and snow all over the sky stopped, the dark clouds dissipated, the moonlight and the stars sprinkled down, reflected on the snow and on the woman.

Her clothes fluttered, like a god.

Only then did Su Changan realize that Mo Tingyu was not going to kill a person, but a god.

"You're coming early." Mo Tingyu got up, turned to look at the woman in front of him, his voice was dull. But Su Changan clearly saw that Mo Tingyu's hands were trembling even harder.

"There is no difference between one moment earlier and one moment later." The woman said truthfully.

Mo Tingyu didn't say anything. He walked out of the door in silence, stood in the snow, and stood five meters away.

Seeing this, Su Changan hurriedly followed, stood aside, and looked at the two people present with a nervous expression. He vaguely felt that their relationship was not as simple as he imagined.

"You're getting old." The woman said again, her tone sounded like a greeting between an old friend who hadn't seen him for many years.

"But you have not changed at all, as beautiful as before." Mo Tingyu looked a little dazed, as if she had returned to the girl who was chasing her around Chang'an City ten years ago, standing in front of her. She was still the same as before, with her eyebrows and white teeth, beautiful and charming, as if time had never passed through her face.

But when he called her Wutong, as long as he stretched out his hand, she would pounce into his arms with a smile.

Now people call her Yinghuo, and he has to draw his sword at her and swing her life star. Then he has passed the grudges and the lovesickness of these ten years.

This is a very strange feeling, and this feeling makes people suspicious.

In a trance, you will be unable to tell which is the reality of the present and the past. You want to slap yourself, and then you suddenly sit up from the bed. Your master is still looking at you lovingly, and you stretch out your hand to your girl, and she will still plunge into your arms like ten years.

Mo Tingyu hates this feeling. He has no one except the knife in his hand.

So he raised his hand, placed the knife across his chest, and held the hilt with his right hand. He had not grasped the knife for ten years, and his knife was very lonely. When he felt the hands of his master, a knife sounded soaring into the sky.

At that time, everything was silent and all beasts were hibernating.

But the sword sings like a dragon, entering the sky, like the reunion of a long-lost warrior, and like the desolation of a dead bone on the battlefield.

He wants to use his knife to cut off all this.

No matter whether it is true or illusion, no matter whether it is grievance or sorrow. Just this kill, everything will be stopped.

"The people from Xingchen Pavilion are here." The woman ignored Mo Tingyu's actions and said to herself. "I will definitely die."

"Yes, you will definitely die." Mo Tingyu's eyes became sharp.

"But if you are unsheathed, you will definitely die. You can't control your ten-year sword intent." The woman looked at Mo Tingyu, and her eyes were filled with an inexplicable light, with resentment and reluctance.

"Ten years ago, I was already dead." Mo Tingyu pulled out a piece of the knife, and the blade was shining with a creeping light in the starlight and snow. "The one standing in front of you now is the evil ghost crawling out of hell, and the Shura who only hates it."

Su Changan saw it clearly. At that moment, the starlight in the world seemed to become dark, and only Mo Tingyu's sword light still seemed like daytime.

It was not until this time that Su Changan understood.

This is not a fight between two people.

This is a battle between two gods.
Chapter completed!