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, Luoxia!" The middle-aged man looked at the woman and said softly.
Hearing this, the woman smiled politely, "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 above the young man in an instant. 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 Luoxia 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 ###, 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 will not change, 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 filled with confusion. Why do I feel inexplicably familiar with everything here?
"Who am I?"
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 lots, 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 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. Soon after, the third war broke out between the Martial God Continent and outside the territory.
The third generation is gone, and the third generation Qilin is also gone. Not only the two of them, but also the third generation Qinglong, the third generation Suzaku, the third generation ###, and the third generation 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 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 holds the sword, only his left hand holds the sword. The left hand holds the sword. He brings countless guardians, the fourth generation Qilin, the fourth generation Qinglong, the fourth generation ###, the fourth generation Suzaku, and the fourth generation Xuanwu, to kill
Defeated countless 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 their swordsmanship.