Chapter 314: This belated sword, my master has crossed the other side of time to return it to you.
Thick ink clouds shrouded the place, and one could vaguely see a wisp of crimson breaking through the paint on the horizon.
The dim yellow light from the brightly extinguished candles above the copper lamp in the room made the faces of the two people blurry and gloomy.
——This copper lamp has a dragon head and an animal body, with two horns and two wings.
The front legs were bent to the right and extended to the left, the hind legs were kicking in a crawling manner, the fangs in the mouth were shining, and the slightly ferocious face was looking at Mo Li, looking at the pair of pupils that were gradually turning red.
The firelight was projected on the snow-white wall, magnifying it an unknown number of times, thus highlighting the huge mouth.
Under the beast's mouth was Mo Li.
boom--
The sweltering Nandu finally seemed unbearable, and then it began to rain on this scorching hot night. At first it was just a drop, and then it gradually poured down and hit the eaves of the wing, making a sound like exploding beans.
The wind picked up and blew open the bars, and the raindrops seeped in. The heavy night wind blew out the swaying candles.
Dark and dead silence.
The snow-white sky streaked across the sky, and in the suddenly bright room, there was Mo Li's pale cheeks, and the pair of soft catkins that were clearly trembling, but still holding the moon shirt tightly.
"I hate you."
A tear fell from the corner of Mo Li's eye for some unknown reason.
She had never shed tears before, and she did not admit the tears this time. How could she shed tears in front of others if she was so proud?
It seemed that as she finished saying this sentence, her forward body shrank back, staring at the white embroidered begonia in the darkness not far away, she was hysterical:
"But why can't it just be pure hatred?"
"Why are you my master?"
"Why do you insist on practicing the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique?"
"Why do I have to open my eyes again and feel that pain again!?"
Mo Li walked forward step by step, looking at the master in front of him who was hidden in the dark night and couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.
The strong desire in her heart that had never been vented was finally released at this moment, but her little finger accidentally touched the fangs on the beast's face of the bronze lamp, causing the lampstand to hit the ground.
He was burned by the hot fire oil that had not cooled down and felt a sudden pain.
Under Bai Lian's illumination again, the face that had already been filled with tears flashed out. Mixed with the night wind, there was the silent cry of Mo Li alone.
She clutched her chest tightly and murmured:
"The sting that penetrates into the bone marrow is far more painful than the tear in the chest. Didn't you once say that you will always protect your disciples?"
"Master, is this how you protect your disciples?"
She is questioning him.
Su Bei looked at her with a complex expression, at this woman who had always held a special place in his heart, at this awkward woman, and at this woman who could be regarded as his first woman.
Every time she said a word, her heart would tremble.
The long-lost memory seemed to be gradually waking up as she approached step by step.
Su Bei's pupils became more and more confused, followed by a stinging pain in his mind.
In a daze, Su Bei seemed to have seen that desolate moonlit night.
His hands were covered in blood, and in his hands was a heart engraved with sword marks.
The silver-haired woman's pupils were blank, and her face was filled with unwillingness. One of her hands was holding a sword, but the direction of the sword's blade was not pointing towards Su Bei.
The corner of her mouth twitched, she put down the long sword in her hand, stretched out her index finger, and used her last strength to tap Su Bei's chest, tapping this familiar yet unfamiliar man:
"I hate you."
There was no sound anymore.
Su Bei stood there silently, lowering his head and looking at the body on the ground that was gradually turning cold. He leaned down and carefully wiped the blood on her cheeks.
A pair of bare feet appeared in front of Su Bei, like the most exquisite warm jade in the world. They stepped over the blood on the ground without stopping, staining the toenails red, and the slender feet were dazzlingly white.
Su Bei raised his head and looked coldly at the woman who suddenly appeared.
The palace attire was dancing in the night wind. The whole person stood in this sea of bones and blood. The hem of the clothes floated like sand flowing in the wind. The woman just stood there quietly. That face that could be described in words,
As holy as a god.
As if in this world, he is just a traveler stopping inadvertently, and also as if he is an almost nothingness phantom.
"Are you satisfied?"
Su Bei asked with trembling lips.
Looking at the woman in front of him, his face was pale, like a dying tree in the courtyard, which could only peel off its dead growth rings layer by layer.
The woman lowered her head, then stretched out a hand to gently stroke Su Bei's head, and said with a smile:
"You are going to be a person of heaven."
"What does this little pain mean?"
Su Bei's pupils gradually shrank, and then he stood up with scarlet red eyes, grabbed the woman's collar, stared into her eyes tightly, panted heavily, and roared:
"What does this pain mean?"
"What does it matter?"
"She is my disciple! My dearest person in the world! My disciple..."
The woman just looked at him calmly and let him tear up her collar, revealing a piece of snow-white under the night.
The wind roared, getting more and more intense, as if it was riding on Su Bei's anger at the moment, making a noise around it.
"It's better for you to dig out her heart and carve out her bones with your own hands than for someone else to do it, isn't it?"
"Can you accept someone else doing to her what you did to her?"
"..."
These extremely plain words completely broke Su Bei's heart.
As he struggled, what was originally just a strong night wind turned into a knife in an instant. It cut Su Bei's heart and stirred up streaks of blood on Su Bei's well-defined muscles.
Withered his soul.
Su Bei stared blankly at the silver-haired woman lying peacefully on the ground, neatly combed by him, and his voice was a little hoarse:
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Why...why do you want me to meet you after I accept my disciple?"
"Why? Since you chose me, why didn't you show up earlier?"
"Why?"
Su Bei sat helplessly on the ground, looking at the desolate moonlight.
"Huang Fei, tell me, why do I have to become this Heavenly Dao? Why do you have to choose me?"
"If I hadn't gone to Xuantian, picked up the sword, seen the words on the wall, understood Swallowing the Sky, and seen you in the Cangtian Palace..."
The woman just looked at him indifferently and said calmly:
"It's all destiny."
"Tiandao is too weak. There must be someone in this world who becomes Heavenly Dao again, so why not you?"
Su Bei closed his eyes, smiled extremely bitterly, and murmured to himself:
"Huang Fei, you belated golden finger."
"..."
The crackling fire reflected Su Bei's godless eyes.
Su Bei stared at the flames in a daze. In a daze, he seemed to have thought of something. He turned his head, looked at the woman lying on his shoulders, and asked softly:
"Concubine Huang, what can you do after becoming the Dao of Heaven?"
Huang Fei opened her eyes that were a little hazy from sleep, and replied seriously:
"everything."
Su Bei swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked:
"anything?"
"Can you cross the life and death on the other side of the underworld?"
Huang Fei closed her eyes weakly, as if talking to Su Bei had already exhausted all her efforts:
"The other side of the underworld cannot be crossed, and life and death cannot be reversed."
Su Bei lowered his head, his whole body was silent and speechless, and his pupils became increasingly gray and dull.
Huang Fei narrowed her eyes and glanced at him, sighed, put her head on his shoulder again, squeezed into his body, and curled up like a kitten:
"but."
"The way of heaven can cross the other side of time..."
Against the background of the bonfire, Su Bei's pupils gradually brightened.
Then he took a deep breath, looked at the sleeping concubine in his arms, and said softly:
"Huang Fei, I want to become the way of heaven."
...
Su Bei opened his eyes and looked at the woman with silver hair and silver eyes in front of him.
The silver eyes that should have been impeccably beautiful were wrapped in scarlet bloodshot eyes. She raised her head, as if waiting for her own judgment. The moonlight hit her moon shirt, waiting for her own judgment.
reply.
Finally, Su Bei understood.
With a self-deprecating smile, as if in response to the suddenly clear memory, he spoke softly:
"It turns out that this is the other side of time..."
It seems that I finally understand why I fell into a never-ending memory after reading the Great Wilderness Sutra.
"Green Gourd Sword Fairy"
It seems that we also understand why the predecessor of this body can be written as "Benevolence to the Farmers".
All of this is just yourself.
Perhaps, this is the price paid for crossing that other side of time?
In the memory of Xiaogang Village, the man who was nailed to an upside-down mountain atop a sea of broken walls and flames was the other candidate for the "Tiandao" that he defeated?
The strange stone that has been placed in the holy land for hundreds of years has not been broken, and you have obtained this so-called swallowing of the sky. When you see that great wilderness, is it left for you by another person who crossed the other side of time?
Is there no coincidence in all this, only destiny?
The so-called "Huang Fei" who holds the sword for Heaven will still be frozen in the Cangtian Palace in this life?
boom--
There was heavy rain and thunder outside the wing.
Su Bei stood up slowly, and on this rainy night, he pulled out the Qingping Sword.
Mo Li gritted her teeth and looked stubbornly at the man in front of her. Looking at the man who had torn her heart apart with his own hands, a disdainful smile appeared on her lips.
Then he closed his eyes, opened his arms, and opened his chest.
Since you can't resist fate, you can only accept it calmly.
But she didn't wait for Su Bei's sword. She opened her eyes and stared blankly at the man in front of her.
Su Bei held the sword in his hand, then put the sword in her hand and looked at her calmly in front of him.
Amidst the thunder, the sword light seemed to illuminate the darkness. In the darkness, Mo Li saw Su Bei's face, smiling gently at him, as if he was relieved.
Su Bei spoke softly:
"Disciple, I will return this sword to you as a master."
"..."
In the dark room, Mo Li stared blankly at his hands holding the Qingping Sword.
The sword blade reflected his slender figure and his own pale cheek.
She raised her head again and looked at Su Bei, who was walking toward her with a calm face.
She doesn't understand and doesn't understand.
Finally, her lips moved, then moved back, and said coldly:
"Master, are you still playing these boring tricks now?"
"Your hypocrisy makes me sick."
"Or do you think that Xiao Ruoqing and I don't dare to stab you at all?"
"..."
Mo Li tried his best to keep his heart calm and looked at Su Bei who was constantly approaching him.
Until there is no retreat.
Su Bei's face was just smiling, and the ferocious beast-faced lampstand and the darkness of the night still couldn't affect the gentleness of his mouth.
"Disciple."
Mo Li watched Su Bei walk step by step towards the Qingping Sword in his hand, his red eyes staring at him, his hands trembling, and finally his stubborn lips trembled and he said:
"Don't come over here, it will really pierce you."
"Go away quickly!"
However, Su Bei seemed not to hear her words and continued to walk forward. When he was only a few minutes away from the sword's edge, Mo Li finally let go and wanted to put the sword down.
However, the Qingping Sword that escaped his hand was caught by Su Bei's big hand, and Su Bei continued to take a step forward with an indifferent expression.
Face the sharp sword edge calmly.
Poof——
The long sword penetrated Su Bei's chest. Mo Li let go of his hand, covered his mouth, and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Su Bei still walked non-stop towards Mo Li, until he reached the end of Qingping Sword, endless pain was in Su Bei's chest
It spread throughout his body, but he never frowned.
Blood stained the sword body red and dripped on the ground.
It was also accompanied by Su Bei's guilt towards her.
Then he came to Mo Li. In her shocked eyes, he hugged her, lay beside her ear and whispered softly:
"sorry."
Blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth and fell on Mo Li's shoulder.
"Master, I broke my promise."
"I failed to protect you."
"This belated sword, my master has crossed the other side of time to return it to you."
"..."
Mo Li's body stiffened and he said nothing, his mind blank as he stared at the man who hugged him tightly.
How can Qingping Sword be comparable to ordinary swords?
Even if one has a high level of cultivation, if he is pierced by this sword, his vitality will definitely be severely damaged.
Is he playing a cruel trick with himself?
Is he hypocritically deceiving himself?
he is......
Countless thoughts flashed through Mo Li's mind.
But...at this moment, none of this is important to me.
Mo Li's tears finally flowed out. He hugged Su Bei's back with trembling hands and cried silently.
This sword passed through Su Bei's chest, but it illuminated the darkness in his heart that had not changed for thousands of years.
Su Bei held the woman in his arms, smelled the fragrance in her hair, and said softly:
"Master, I can finally hug you."
"..."
Mo Li cried.
There was no longer the ferocious beast-faced lamp in front of her, no more the man she hated day and night, no more the gentle man with long hair shawl.
She could only feel the temperature of her body and listen to her living heart.
"Crossing the other side of time, I come to pay you back."