Mo Xuan, I'd better call you Mo Xuan. When you read the letter, I have already entered the palace of King Qin, preparing to assassinate Ying Zheng. Maybe it will succeed. Maybe I will die in Xianyang like this. If my godfather dies,
You must live well. You are already so old, and your martial arts are the true inheritance of me and your father. You will be very powerful. If possible, you must contribute to the anti-Qin Dynasty. Then godfather, thank you.
.If I don't come back after ten days, then you should leave here as soon as possible and never come back. Remember, it is forever.
"Godfather!" The letter fell. It seems that I was still a step too late. Why didn't I come out a few days earlier? If I had come out earlier, my godfather wouldn't have died. Why was I so careless? No wonder I was so careless.
Months of meals were provided by Uncle Orion. It seems that he has been gone for a long time. What should I do now? How should I stop him? Forget it, just fly over.
I took out the Mo Xuan Sword from the scabbard, then put it in the air. The sword started to grow in size as it hung in the air. Then I jumped lightly and flew to the Mo Xuan Sword. I chanted a series of spells lightly, and then
Mo Xuanjian began to move towards Xianyang.
When I was still a little far away from Xianyang, I got off the sword, folded my sword in my arms, and ran towards Xianyang like a swordsman.
Godfather! At the city gate of Xianyang, I saw a severed head. There is no mistake. This is the godfather. The godfather is dead. This is not true, not true! I dare not accept the sight in front of me.
, suddenly fell to the ground, his eyes widened, not knowing what to say.
"Godfather." Tears fell down like broken beads, my fingernails dug deeply into my palms, and blood dripped on the ground. This is not true. I shook my head. This is really not true, Wei Zhuang.
! It’s all you, it’s all your doing. Ying Zheng, he’s already dead, why do you still humiliate him like this? You even cut off his head, you’re going too far.
I slowly stood up from the ground and looked at the head on the city gate.
"Oh, what a pity. I didn't expect Jing Ke to die like this?" "Yes, the King of Qin didn't even spare the dead." "I have pity on this great hero."... Several passers-by looked at the words on the city gate.
The head has a look of regret on its face.
Godfather, I will take you home. I took off the scarf from my head and covered my face so that only my eyes were visible.
I landed hard on the ground and flew to the city gate, hanging in mid-air. My godfather's blood was already thirsty and condensed on the wound. In history, Jing Ke was stabbed eight times and died. During this period, he could
It is said that 'the wind is rustling and the water is cold, and a strong man will never return once he is gone.'
"Daddy, I'll take you home." I untied the rope hanging him, took off my coat, wrapped the head, and carried it on my back. Then I looked coldly at the people who were frightened by the sight of me hanging in the air.
The stunned soldier.
"Tell Ying Zheng and Wei Zhuang that I, Jing Tianxue, will take their heads to commemorate Jing Ke!" In the blink of an eye, I disappeared out of thin air. "There is a ghost!" Some soldiers were frightened and fled away.
"Godfather!" I made a small grave, only his head and clothes, and the body should have been thrown into the wild by Ying Zheng's people. "I will avenge your father and mother's death."
, I originally wanted to give up, but I can't be so weak anymore, you are dead, and I don't have any worries anymore." He gently picked up a pile of soil and sprinkled it in front of the tomb.
Then I wrapped the Mo Xuan Sword in cloth. I would not take it apart unless absolutely necessary.
——Four years later——
"Godfather, from today on, I won't talk nonsense anymore. I want to go to the Mo family and find Tianming." He tied his hair high with a black hairband, wore a black men's suit, and held his sword.
In his hand, he took one last look at the tomb, shed a tear, and turned away. There was no emotion in his eyes. A swordsman must be indifferent and ruthless. If the sword is cold, the person will be even colder.