Chapter 896: Misty rain lingers, the past is like water
Chapter 896: Misty rain lingers, the past is like water
Along the ancient road, he stared at the catkins in the sky with confusion.
At some point, his sword became rusty, but he gradually spoke more and more.
The killing gradually disappeared from his body, and the young man murmured softly: "Moon God!"
"Then from now on, I will be the Moon God!" The young man didn't know what the name Moon God meant.
Yue Qin Yun smiled sweetly, pointed at the young man's eyebrows and said, "Being a Moon God requires a Moon God mark, but you don't have one!"
The young man is just laughing, and the woman is laughing too. Catkins are gradually falling, spring is passing and summer is coming, the grass is growing and orioles are flying, and there is already a sea of green beside the ancient road.
The young man stood under the tree holding a sword. The wind blew and rolled up the flying long hair behind him, and his eyes fell on the pavilion.
The pear blossoms were flying, and the woman was sitting in the pavilion, playing the piano quietly. The sound of the piano gradually dissipated the murderous intention in the young man, and the grass no longer withered where he stood.
Beside him, death aura surrounded him, but life gradually appeared, and two completely different fluctuations spread around him.
"Life and death!" The young man whispered, raising his right hand. Endless death energy filled his hand, and this death energy caused some ripples to appear in the surrounding void.
"This is death!" the young man whispered, and gently waved his right hand forward, causing the green grass to wither instantly.
His right hand slaughtered countless creatures. To this day, he doesn't know how many creatures have died on his right hand.
At this moment, murderous intent appeared in him again. Fortunately, the sound of the woman's piano suddenly floated over, and the peaceful sound of the piano once again dissipated the murderous intent in his body.
The young man raised his head and looked at the pavilion, with a smile on his lips, a very warm smile.
Time is like quicksand at the fingertips. The young man has been here for ten years, and the sound of the piano has also been heard for decades.
Whenever the morning sun broke through the clouds and mist, the sound of the piano sounded quietly, and the young man stood on the ancient road and listened quietly, with a rare tenderness in his eyes.
This touch of tenderness once again filled his lifeless eyes with human emotion, and the woman quietly sat in the pavilion playing the piano.
When the afterglow of the evening moon dyed the sky red, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and the young man held the rusty sword. The shadow of the sword was flying, the wind and grass were moving, and the petals were scattered on the ancient road under the pull of the sword.
The woman stood up, holding her guqin in her arms, and stood on the pavilion, quietly looking at the figure dancing on the ancient road.
Dance to see the shadows, how can they be in the human world! When the stars are twinkling, the two of them stand under the stars, laughing and saying nothing, not talking about the past, not yearning for the future, only talking about the present.
Ten years is made up of countless days and nights, 3,650 days and nights.
"I'm leaving!" The woman stood up, her black hair hanging down, covering the eye-catching birthmark on half of her face.
At this moment, the starlight in the sky dimmed in vain, just for the woman's peerless appearance, and at the same time, the melodious sound of the piano also stopped abruptly.
"Where are you going?" The young man opened his eyes and looked at that peerless face with a daze. At some point, he had become accustomed to the pavilion, the sound of the piano, and the beautiful shadow.
For decades, he has walked in the sea of blood, and he has always carried a shocking murderous intention and the smell of blood on his body. However, due to the habit of these ten years, the murderous intention on his body has receded and the smell of blood has dissipated.
"Sword God Gate! Where I was born, fallen leaves will always return to their roots!" the woman whispered, with a hint of reminiscence in her eyes.
"What about you?" the woman whispered, looking at the tall figure. There was still pity in her eyes, which has not faded with the passage of time.
"I have no past and no future, so I don't know where to go!" The young man whispered. The hillside in his memory should be covered with lilac flowers all over the mountain. Maybe it should be like this.
"There is no past and no future!" The woman's heart ached. Over the past ten years, she had become accustomed to this ancient road, this figure, and this extremely familiar voice.
"Isn't it very sad? There is no past and no future!" The young man raised his head, looked at the flying catkins with a slightly blank look, and whispered: "Just like the flying catkins, I don't know where they are floating!"
The mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River fell slowly, covering the mountains, the ground, the ancient roads, the pavilion, and the two figures.
The two of them raised their heads at the same time and looked at the sudden misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. The rain fell on the young man, and the confusion in the young man's eyes became more and more intense.
"Have you ever seen a small bridge and flowing water?" The woman suddenly smiled gently. In this quiet world with only the sound of ticking, the woman's laughter covered up the sound of rain.
"Perhaps I have seen it before, but I have never stayed there!" The young man also chuckled, but there was still a little confusion in his eyes.
In the drizzle, the woman walked into the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, walked on the ancient road, and walked up to the young man. In the blank eyes of the young man, the woman held the young man's hand.
"Then let's go see the small bridge and flowing water now!" The two figures gradually disappeared in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, but the ancient road and the long pavilion remained the same.
The willow tree fluttered in the wind, and the thin raindrops were like crystal jade beads, each one green and one.
Wandering in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the young man and the woman lingered on the small bridge and the flowing water. The young man stood on the shore and the woman stood on the bridge. The young man looked at the floating catkins, and the woman looked at the young man, smiling and saying nothing.
"I've seen the small bridge and flowing water, but it's a pity that one day we will eventually run out of all the beautiful scenery in the world!" the woman whispered.
"But I found the future!" This time, the young man took the woman's hand and walked out of the drizzle to the Sword God Gate.
The five peaks of the Sword God stand straight into the sky like five unsheathed swords, surrounded by clouds and mist. The afterglow of the setting sun dyes the clouds and mist golden yellow.
Anyone who has seen the Five Peaks of Sword God for the first time will definitely be shocked, but looking at this scene, the young man's eyes are just indifferent, but he is a little confused, as if he has been here a long time ago, and he knows every plant and tree here.
Very familiar.
This inexplicable feeling of familiarity, the young man whispered, his hand always holding the woman's hand.
The sharp sound of breaking wind gradually resounded in the sky, and an old figure walked out of the endless void.
Time has not left any traces on his face, but this originally tall and tall figure looks a bit old. There are five figures standing behind him.
The young man raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man at the head. There was a strange mark between the middle-aged man's eyebrows, the mark of the Moon God.
"The fallen leaves will eventually return to their roots, Qin Yun!" The middle-aged man looked at the woman and said softly.
Hearing this, the woman smiled politely and said, "I just came back because I found a reason to come back!"
"Who is he?" The middle-aged man's gaze turned slightly to the young man next to the woman, but his plain gaze contained endless pressure and the power of heaven and earth.
"He is who he is, never anyone else!" The woman held the young man tightly, and the young man's slightly dazed eyes became clearer and clearer, "My name is Luna!"
Bang bang! Five powerful auras exploded, and immediately, four figures broke through the void and appeared in the sky above the young man. For a moment, a dragon roar resounded from them.
A huge sword fell from the sky, and the place it landed was where the young man was standing.
The young man raised his head in confusion, pointed his right hand at the sword, pointed lightly, and landed on the giant sword. A metallic clashing sound resounded, and the giant sword collapsed in vain. A man wearing green
The old man in robe stepped back.
However, behind the giant sword is an endless sea of fire, and immediately after the sea of fire is endless chill, and an aura as steady as the earth.
The young man's sword finger clicked three times in succession, and three roars resounded. Immediately, the three figures also fell behind.
However, a figure appeared silently behind the young man, and there was also a sword finger.
"Qilin Finger!" A dull voice resounded. It was a middle-aged man whose body was wrapped in purple flames. His sword finger slashed through the void and tore apart the space.
However, when the sword finger was about to touch the young man, a lifeless energy emerged in vain, and it was this death energy that silently dissolved the middle-aged man's sword finger.
The young man turned around and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him. An inexplicable sense of familiarity came to his heart again. It seemed that he had known this middle-aged man a long time ago, but how long ago was this?
Bang! The young man's sword pointed out, and the point landed in the void. The middle-aged man was forced to retreat, and he helplessly retreated behind the middle-aged man with the mark of the Moon God between his eyebrows.
"My name is Sandai!" the middle-aged man said suddenly. He pointed to a mountain peak in the distance and whispered: "That peak is called Broken Sword Peak. From now on, you will be the master of that peak!"
"That mountain peak is where Qin Yun grew up!" Sandai whispered, and his figure gradually disappeared.
The five people who had taken action before looked at the young man thoughtfully and turned around to leave.
"Broken Sword Peak!" The young man raised his head and looked at the westernmost peak. As the moon set in the west, the clouds in the sky turned golden yellow, as if they had fallen on that peak.
"That's where I grew up. It's very peaceful there, but its name doesn't suit that mountain. I've always habitually called that peak Luoxia Peak!"
"Because every time the sun sets in the west, the clouds seem to fall on the mountain peak. I used to like to stay there and play the piano!" The woman curled her eyes and chuckled.
"Then, it won't be called Broken Sword Peak from now on. It will only have one name, Luoxia Peak!" The young man held the woman's hand, and the two of them floated lightly towards the sunset.
The young man came to Luoxia Peak and became the master of Luoxia Peak. His name gradually spread throughout the continent.
The young man also knew that the five people who attacked him originally were the third generation Qilin, the third generation Qinglong, the third generation Suzaku, the third generation White Tiger, and the third generation Xuanwu.
And that middle-aged man is the supreme being of the Martial God Continent, the third-generation Moon God.
Many people left, many people came, this scene keeps happening in the Sword God Sect, but for decades, at least one scene in Luoxia Peak has not changed, that figure dancing in the sunset, that floating figure in the sunset
The sound of the piano in the sunset.
Standing on the top of the peak, the young man looked at the endless void, his eyes still a little confused. Why do I feel inexplicably familiar with everything here?