Chapter 897 Left hand holds life, right hand holds death (1)
Chapter 897 The left hand holds life, the right hand holds death
Chapter 897 The left hand holds life, the right hand holds death
It was extremely cold up there, but the sound of the piano dissipated the inexplicable chill.
The young man stood on the top of Luoxia Peak and took in the sights of the five peaks of Sword God at a glance.
Next to the young man, the woman held the young man's shoulders and leaned into the young man's arms, her black hair hanging down.
The wind blew, and its cold wind rolled up the green hair. The green hair hit the young man's face, and its faint fragrance filled the air.
The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the clouds under their feet red, and the young man and the woman stood here quietly, with the years not leaving any trace on their faces.
The clouds and mist surged, and bursts of chuckles came from below.
In front of the courtyard, several children were playing around, holding wooden swords in their hands and practicing basic sword skills clumsily.
Looking at that scene, the coldness in the young man's eyes was replaced by tenderness.
It was precisely because of the existence of this woman and those children beside him that the young man felt that he had a future.
Just like those fairy tales in the world, the young man and the woman walked towards the palace of marriage under the witness of three generations of moon gods.
Those children were the product of a young man and a woman, and after a few years, the murderous intent in the young man had completely disappeared, replaced by peace.
In the past, wherever he passed, there was no grass growing, but now, wherever he stands, flowers are everywhere!
However, they had a fairy tale-like beginning, but did not have a fairy-tale ending. The woman's body gradually became thinner, and her vitality continued to pass away.
Even if the young man has great cultivation, he can't stop the disappearing vitality. His cultivation is useless.
This was a kind of powerless despair, and his heart was screaming heartbreakingly.
"I once saw a small bridge and flowing water, but I also promised to hold each other's hands and watch the long flowing water together!" The woman's face became more and more haggard.
At that moment, he ran all over the Martial God Continent, holding his hand and watching the long flowing water together.
"I am a swordsman, but I am not proficient in medical skills. In this vast continent, I do not believe that finding a strange person can cure this inexplicable symptom!" The three generations were unable to do anything about the woman's dissipated vitality.
That year, he knelt down on the long mountain road, not to see the doctor, but just because the doctor could save the life of his beloved.
But those sighs shattered the only hope in his heart, and his vitality disappeared. No matter who has great medical skills, no one can make a comeback.
In that life, he looked up to the sky and howled, not to cultivate the next life, but to spend many more days with his beloved.
It was a dusk when clouds filled the sky. The young man stood on the cliff holding an increasingly haggard woman, with clouds and mist billowing around their feet.
The woman's beautiful eyes are no longer as bright as before, and the young man cannot forget the ancient road, the long pavilion, and the southern sunshine falling into those bright eyes.
The slender and slender hand brushed the young man's face, and the woman always had a smile on her lips, "Old people say that on the other side of the sea is the other shore. They say that when people die, they will float to that other shore. You say that other shore
Does it exist?"
"As long as the faith is there, then the other side is there!" the young man whispered, looking at the woman with the same tenderness in his eyes as before. He had never shown an expression of exhaustion and despair in front of the woman.
As he said, as long as faith is there, everything is unknown.
Hearing this, the corner of the woman's mouth curved, "If you miss me, then write to me!"
"I hope I can receive your letter over there!" The woman's voice finally disappeared in the wind, and her bright eyes also disappeared in the afterglow of the sunset.
How can separation in life be equal to farewell in death? The result of separation in life is that at least you can see her future, bless or curse her life for good or bad, but farewell in death represents eternal loss. Love is greater than love in this world.
What is more domineering is death.
The most painful thing in life is not that you stand in front of me and don't know that I love you, but the distance between life and death.
The young man held the woman in his arms all the time. He watched the person he loved the most step by step towards the end of his life in front of his fingertips, and he gradually went crazy.
The good things from the past that were engraved in his memory gradually disappeared as the woman left. What also disappeared was his silly smile. He didn't know what laughter was. The moment the woman closed her eyes, he shed tears for the first time in his life.
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This was also the last time he suffered. This time, he cried for seven days and seven nights until his heart no longer grieved.
After seven days and seven nights, his hair turned white overnight. His hair was as white as snow, and his clothes were as white as frost, in memory of his lost love.
It turns out that in this world, in addition to heartbreak and grief, there is another word that can express pain even more, that is, separation between life and death.
However, this was only the beginning. People he knew gradually left him. Not long after, the third war broke out between the Martial God Continent and outside the territory.
The third generation is gone, and the third generation of Qilin is also gone. Not only the two of them, but also the third generation of Qinglong, the third generation of Suzaku, the third generation of White Tiger, the third generation of Xuanwu. Too many people have stayed outside the territory and will never come back.
Life is like a river, and those people are like boats on the river. They look at the end of the river from the bank and see the boats leaving in a hurry. Looking back at dusk, they have not taken a step forward, and each of the boats has been lost.
In the long river of time.
In the end, only the loneliness of thousands of miles of desolation was left. The young man became more and more lonely, and the mark of the moon god appeared between his eyebrows. Later, everyone called him the fourth generation.
When the Martial God Continent faced an unprecedented crisis, he held up the broken sky and the defeated Sword God Sect.
At dusk, he always stood on the edge of the cliff, his clothes as white as snow and his hair as white as frost. He looked at the sky in a daze. His right hand was full of death, while his left hand was full of life.
The right hand represents death, and the left hand represents rebirth. The young man lowered his head, looked at his hands, and whispered: "My right hand has slaughtered countless creatures. Killing is originally a sin, and the left hand will pay for the sins committed by the right hand!"
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His right hand no longer held the sword, only his left hand held the sword. He held the sword in his left hand. He brought countless guardians, including the fourth generation Qilin, the fourth generation Qinglong, the fourth generation white tiger, the fourth generation Suzaku, and the fourth generation Xuanwu, and killed countless
of foreign enemies.
Died by the sword, died by the sword of his left hand! Many years later, the years still left no trace on his face, but his figure was a bit old, just like the three generations he had seen.
It was still late dusk, and he stood on the cliff, looking at the sky with a slightly blank look. Below, there were waves of soft shouts from his disciples practicing swordsmanship.
"Who am I?" he murmured softly. At this moment, he seemed to see the long pavilion with flying catkins and the beautiful figure playing the piano.
"Who am I?" He murmured to himself again. At this time, he saw the scene of the woman nestling in his arms, and the tenderness was reflected in the sunset.
"Hehe, then you will take my last name, and from now on you will be called the Moon God!" The woman's voice still hovered in the young man's ears, and the confusion in his eyes gradually receded, "I am the Moon God!"
"But, I am not the fourth generation, I am the fifth generation!" The confused expression receded like a tide, the young man's eyes became clearer and clearer, the flying white hair behind his back gradually turned black again, and the late dusk turned into endless
Flying snow.
The cliff he stood on turned into endless ice, and the familiar scenes around him shattered in vain and disappeared in the evening breeze.
The snow was still flying, and the figure of the fire unicorn was floating quietly in the void, looking at Ye Chen with a slightly solemn expression. It had been three days, and the boy had not yet woken up.
However, at this moment, Ye Chen, who had kept his eyes closed for three days, opened his eyes in vain, raised his head, and looked at the sky in a daze.
"Who am I?" Ye Chen muttered to himself as he looked at the flying snowflakes.
His eyes fell on Ye Chen. In Ye Chen's eyes, Huo Qilin saw an indescribable sadness. The sadness infected the surrounding snowflakes, and the snow fell to the ground feebly.
"That kind of sadness is very much like the fourth generation!" Huo Qilin whispered. He would never forget the desperate and helpless look in the fourth generation's eyes after he lost his beloved woman.
"I am the Moon God, I am the fifth generation!" Snow fell on Ye Chen's face, the cold breath penetrated into his soul, and Ye Chen's eyes became more determined.
"I'm Ye Chen!" At the end of the sentence, Ye Chen burst out with a terrifying aura, which actually gave Huo Qilin a feeling of palpitations.
"This kid has become stronger again!" Huo Qilin said in shock as he looked at this scene.