Countless bones and seas of blood gradually condensed his murderous intent, until one day, even the flying snow above his head did not dare to fall. Wherever he passed, the air of death filled the air, and the grass withered instantly.
When the child looked at him with innocent eyes, he mercilessly dropped the sword in his hand.
When the old man blocked him with his old body, he didn't hesitate at all. He raised his sword and blood flew.
When a young woman blocked the sword with her body just to protect the baby in her arms, he sheathed the sword and then drew it out without hesitation.
The whole world regards him as a monster that kills, and he gradually thinks of himself as a monster that only knows how to kill, because killing has become his instinct.
He was immersed in the world of killing, he forgot himself, he had no human emotions, and all he relied on was the half-broken sword in his hand.
He likes to walk in the rain, in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and finally gets lost in a house with a small bridge and flowing water.
The breeze was like catkins, the willow silk was like rain, and in the afternoon in the south of the Yangtze River, drizzle began to fall. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, a willow tree fluttered in the wind, and the sound of the piano wafted out from the pavilion.
He held the sword, and still had a terrifying murderous aura all over his body. He walked out of the wind, but when he was walking on the ancient road, he stopped.
He raised his head and looked at the long pavilion. In the long pavilion, there was a beautiful figure, dressed in green, with green hair hanging down like flowing water. A girl was playing the piano in a ecstasy, unaware of this visitor.
As he walked along the ancient road, his face waiting for the seasons was like the blooming and falling of lotus flowers.
But the east wind does not come, the March catkins do not fly, and his footsteps are just beautiful mistakes.
The sound of the piano was beautiful, but he was not a returnee, but a passerby. He passed by with a sword and disappeared in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
But just when he was about to walk away in the mist and rain, the woman stood up and said angrily: "Why are you like this? You make such a loud noise while walking and disrupt the sound of my piano!"
Hearing this, he stopped and turned around. He still had a terrifying murderous intention on his body, and looked at the woman with a slightly blank look in his eyes.
That year, the catkins were flying in March, and he stopped, fearing that his footsteps would interrupt the peace of the world. He was like the flying catkins, helpless and confused.
The woman stood on the pavilion, looking at the man on the ancient road with a slightly confused look, and an inexplicable sadness filled her heart.
This was originally a peerless face, but the dark red birthmark on her face ruined her beauty and even made her look a little ferocious.
The two looked at each other like this without saying a word. She saw confusion in his eyes, but not a trace of disgust, and he saw pity in her eyes, without a trace of disgust.
Her senior brother, her master, and her relatives hated her because of her appearance. This was the first time that she didn't see disgust in the eyes of others.
He killed countless people and creatures, and his murderous intention reached the sky. Therefore, the world was afraid of him and hated him. This was the first time that he did not see disgust in the eyes of others.
"He shouldn't belong there, but he belongs here!" The woman smiled gently, but the birthmark was involved in her smile. In the eyes of others, this smile was a bit ferocious, but in his eyes, it was an inexplicable peace.
"You disturbed the sound of my piano, and you will stay here to listen to my music from now on, do you understand?" The woman put her hands on her waist and said in a threatening tone.
He didn't walk much, he just walked under the catkins and stood there quietly. The woman didn't say anything. She sat down again and caressed the piano in her hand in concentration.
The melodious sound of her piano soothed his dirty soul, and he couldn't see the slightest disgust in her eyes as clear as springs.
Time is like the drizzle that never stops. No matter how windy or rainy it is, there is always a figure standing in front of the ancient road, and there is always a beautiful figure sitting in the pavilion.
When the music was moving, a smile appeared on his lips. The woman said it was a silly smile.
"My name is Yue Luoxia, what's yours?" the woman asked.
"I don't have a name, and I don't know her name!" He looked at the woman in confusion.
"Hehe, then you will take my last name, and from now on you will be called Luna!" The corner of the woman's mouth raised, and the southern sunshine fell into his bright eyes.
Along the ancient road, he stared at the catkins in the sky with confusion.
At some point, his sword became rusty, but he gradually became more talkative.
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 Luoxia smiled softly, pointed at the young man's eyebrows and said: "To become the Moon God, you need to have the Moon God's mark, but you don't have it!"
The young man is just laughing, and the woman is laughing too. The catkins are gradually falling. Spring is passing and summer is coming, the grass is growing and the 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 standing 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 made his lifeless eyes once again have the color of human emotion, and the woman quietly sat in the pavilion and played 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 in the wind, 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 find out how the shadow seems to be in the world! When the stars twinkle, 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 figure.
For decades, he had walked in the sea of blood with a terrifying murderous intent and the smell of blood rising to the sky. However, because of these ten years of habit, the murderous intent on his body receded and the smell of blood 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 flutters in the wind, and the thin raindrops are like crystal jade beads, each one is green and each one is green.
Wandering in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the young man and the woman lingered in the flowing water of the small bridge. 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.