There will always be partings in the world, and no matter how gorgeous the banquet is under the cold moon, there will be a day when the banquet will end and people will disperse. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The moon will always look coldly at the joys and sorrows of the world, and people will always only sigh at the moon's cloudy and sunny days. Eternal, what a wonderful yet unattainable word. Time is like a blade without a sharp edge, cutting off fate little by little and piercing the bonds. No one can escape any other fate until they finally attend their own funeral or that of someone else.

And then everything will come to an end. In a trance, Tang Meng accompanied Michelia to the comic exhibition. Suddenly, Michelia turned around and put her hand behind the lace skirt and said to Tang Meng faintly: "Big brother, I'm leaving, I'm going to a terrible place far, far away, maybe I won't see you in the future." ”

When Michelia said that she was leaving, Tang Meng suddenly had a premonition that she would not know when she would meet this demonic little girl again. This premonition was very strong, and it scared him strongly.

"Do you miss me, I'll miss you very much anyway. Michelia said in a low voice.

Tang Meng felt her sadness, so he rubbed her silky black hair, and didn't speak, just looked at her bright eyes. And I don't know how many people around suddenly came around, holding the camera and starting to flash desperately.

"What a cute dreamy Lori coser. I really want to take it home. ”

"What is that kid doing, how is he touching her head, why is little Lori's eyes red?"

"Damn, this kid must be bullying her. ”

"Is it her brother? I don't think she'll be allowed to come to the Comic Con?"

"Maybe it's trying to kidnap Lori, but it's not necessarily. So cute Lori, he definitely wants to start. ”

Everyone has different opinions, but the envy, jealousy and hatred in the words are about to overflow. However, the restless crowd did not affect Tang Meng, he just stared at Michelia's lips, and she said word by word that only Tang Meng could see.

"The gods can't stop it, even if it's a hundred reincarnations, and it's gone through a thousand eons. Michelia's tears finally fell, crystal clear like the sorrow of a goddess, but she still said to Tang Meng, "After all, I still found your soul." Just ......"

Tang Meng fell into a trance, and it seemed that there were wails and mockery around him, like the wild laughter of many gods?

Tang Meng didn't hear the last sentence clearly, and his chest hurt again, more painful than ever, like a thousand arrows piercing his heart.

When Tang Meng finally calmed his chest and raised his head, it was Michelia who smiled at him, so demagogic, like a little devil, as if the grief just now was on the stage, and she took off her disguise after the dance music ended. Tang Meng's heart sank, this smile was very familiar to him, and it was so familiar that it was painful, it was the fate judgment that he would always be unlucky.

Sure enough, Michelia never let Tang Meng's terrifying and precise intuition fail. I saw that her tears began to overflow more from her eyes, and that temperament was really pitiful to me.

"Big brother, the big lollipop last night was really not delicious, I don't want to continue eating it tonight, woo woo. Michelia said pitifully.

Meng Meng's voice just happened to be heard by the people around him, and at this moment Tang Meng knew, it turned out that a woman's tears were worthless, it turned out that the power of language was powerful and demagogic, and it turned out that the iron fist of the people was powerful. When the surrounding onlookers roared angrily and rushed towards Tang Meng, when the righteous people's raindrops of fists hit Tang Meng, a small figure in the chaos shuttled through the crowd as sensitively as an elf, and then disappeared into the rain, Tang Meng chose to squat silently with an expressionless face, holding his head to bear it, but he was still wondering, did the little girl named Michelia really leave him? So suddenly, it was like the first encounter.

The rain outside has not been broken by the sun, but still washes everything, just like the rain two years ago. Tang Mengqingxiu's face was already purple and blue, and he guessed blankly about the way Michelia left, but he was lost by the vast drizzle at this time.

"Where are the scumbags, dare to bully little Lori?"

"Dead Lori control pervert, don't run!"

"How dare you, how can you!"

"Why not me?"

Behind him, there was an angry roar of the crowd who did not know the truth. Tang Meng reluctantly put on his coat and hat and rushed into the world washed by the rain.

Walking in the cold rain at noon, the air is filled with a unique smell of being washed by water, and the smell of steel from street lamps and the fragrance of lawn are confused with the sadness of leaving others. Tang Meng walked slowly, his mind was full of Michelia's laughter and teardrops in the past two years, the silver bell-like laughter always made him feel at ease, but the little devil-like personality also made him suffer a lot. The bitter rain flowed into Tang Meng's mouth, but after a long absence, he showed a somewhat helpless smile, and even he didn't notice it, maybe the mysterious little girl unconsciously occupied a unique place in his heart.

Unconsciously Tang Meng came to a familiar park, and then heard an inexplicable singing。。。。。。

In the past, there was the Qin Mingyue sword, ten steps and one person wore Yang, and he had rare swordsmanship。。。。。。 "There are Taoist priests reciting long poems.

"Master. Tang Meng's low shout interrupted the Taoist priest's chanting.

Even if it's raining now, he can't cover the Taoist who looks like a fairy wind and bones, he is Master Tang Meng. Yes, even if he had the ultimate talent and did not have a famous teacher, it would be impossible for Tang Meng to cultivate such a high level of swordsmanship in the fencing ingenuity in the worldly red dust, so as to kill decisively. The Taoist priest in front of him seems to be Tang Meng's destined instructor, Tang Meng met the Taoist priest in the park near his home when he was 6 years old, when the Taoist priest was dancing the sword, there was no gap between a sword and a sword, and the clouds flowed, and the little Tang Meng was fascinated.

In the end, the old Taoist was also pleased to see it, so he wore a swordsmanship on Tang Meng, but his swordsmanship was like an endless abyss, broad and profound, and Tang Meng was gifted but also heard the old Taoist priest say that he could not learn thirty percent.

In fact, the old Taoist priest is not old, from the appearance of only about forty, and the face is young, heroic and cool, if you change into a battle robe, maybe the people around you can't help but call a hero. However, this robe he wears also has its own rhyme, he only calls it poor, and someone asks him about his age, and he only says that he is over a thousand years old, he never tells Tang Meng his name, in fact, the strangest thing is that he actually calls Tang Meng a junior brother.

This made Tang Meng extremely entangled when he was a child: "How is the TV series acted?"

In short, the old Tao, who was a little crazy later, was Tang Meng's mentor, and then no matter what the old Taoist said, Tang Meng still insisted on calling him master.

"Senior brother, are you here?" said the old man in a strong voice, full of energy, and did not look back at Tang Meng.

"Master. Tang Meng bowed very respectfully.

Lao Dao finally turned his head, and the rain did not wet him at all, which was so unique in this downpour. Tang Meng was a little surprised, but didn't say anything. But he found that Lao Dao was paying tribute to a tablet.

"Who is the master paying tribute to?" Tang Meng asked respectfully.

"Hey, everyone in the world is mediocre, the way of the sword has passed, and I am burying the sword. "Lao Dao seems to be grief-stricken.

"There are still people in the world who practice swords. Tang Meng couldn't help but think of his opponent in this morning's sword competition.

"Is it?The way of the sword has not been broken, so what are you still confused?" The old Taoist stared at Tang Meng's eyes with cold eyes, as if muttering to himself, but as if he was saying to Tang Meng, "The past is already in the past, why can't you let go? ”

Tang Meng seemed to understand whether he understood or not, but at least he understood that the master was to let him strengthen his sword heart and not be bothered by other things. Lao Dao's eyes pierced through everything, looking at Tang Meng. The rain flowed down Tang Meng's black hair, and Tang Meng had a feeling that the master was here at this time and there was something else, but he didn't want to ask. Let the rain hit.

"I'm leaving, junior brother, maybe I'm going to see you. The old man said wistfully.

The premonition of his parting was right, even the master had to leave? Tang Meng was speechless for a while, and he was not good at words. It's just that Tang Meng is a little puzzled by what the old Taoist said, which one am I?

"It seems that you still care about parting from the world? Maybe you will cut off this mortal thought in the future, right?" said the old Taoist god.

"Don't mention anything else for the time being, I don't know when I'll see you again?" Tang Meng still asked with some sadness, and his voice was hoarse.

"Hmph, who knows the parting in the world? There are many vicissitudes of life, and only the sword survives. Only Kendo will eventually reunite us, but will you still be you when the time comes?hahahahahaha. Lao Dao laughed wildly, dancing with his hands and feet and accompanying his madness with the rain, but the audience only had Tang Meng, who was silent.

Suddenly, Lao Dao looked very sad again, and sighed like an old man: "I'm afraid that maybe you don't want to see me then." ”

After speaking, he handed Tang Meng a book from his arms, and the rain hit the black cover of the book, and it automatically slid to the side, not daring to desecrate this book that was not like an ordinary product.

"Take this book, I added some things, take it and practice the sword well, and when we reach the peak, we will finally meet again. After saying that, the old way drifted away. At this time, the torrential rain and wind set off the old road's singing, which seemed ethereal.

The raindrops reflected the world into a haze, and Tang Meng only listened to this ethereal singing voice drifting away with the elegant and ghostly body of the old way: "In the previous life, the sword felt the eight wildernesses, and the immortal continent was also red and dusty, and the reincarnation of this life was to be awakened, the sword pointed at the sky and the blade of the gods, and the sword in the invincible hand of the Quartet, and the old man was already ethereal......