The matter of Juzi came suddenly enough, Mo Jiu neglected to control the situation on the battlefield, the horse's hooves neighed, the sound of killing soared to the sky, most of the strange soldiers of the source of the Yijing had already turned from the cliff into the rear of the Ping family, there was no time to think about it, Mo Jiu jumped up in the air and stepped on the rock and jumped down the cliff, in the center of the body was dressed in Ze Epsom color straight down, covered with chrysanthemum leather armor, and the Australian famous horse "Dafu Black" under the crotch, this is the God of War Yuan Yijing.

Mo Jiu's "small branch black moon night" has galloped in front of him, Jiu'er flew on the horse, wielding a golden samurai sword and the opponent's main general fought in one place, the source of the Yijing used the family heirloom long knife "thin green", the blade is sharp, whirring wind, Mo Jiu is eager to win, the move is fatal, the war horse neighs, the sword is intertwined, although this source Yijing is known as the god of war, but his kung fu is under the master, he should be better at the method of the formation, taking advantage of the gap of the opponent's sword to go to the left shoulder, Mo Jiu flew arrows together, and then the samurai sword was against the throat of the source Yijing, The other party turned his head sharply, and he had a handsome face.

So far, Mo Jiu has not killed someone so clearly, could it be that such a son is about to die under his own knife, through the clear eyes of the other party, he can't find a trace of reason to kill, and the third prince is the same as the family battle, what right does Mo Jiu have to change his life to take his life in advance, in Mo Jiu's moment of hesitation, Xuan Ye's exclamation came from behind him.

Mo Jiu didn't have time to stab out this sword, turned around and looked for a sound to catch Xuan Ye who was thrown in the air, jumped back to the war horse, it was the attendant of Yuan Yijing, Shiro Yoshilian, who kicked Xuan Ye who came to watch the battle from his horse into the air, if Mo Jiu hadn't caught it in time, this kid's waist should have been broken, and it would have caused chaos for Mo Jiu.

It's too late to entangle, and the third son will be in danger if it's too late.

Mo Jiu helped Xuan Ye to run wildly towards the beach of Ichino Valley, and shouted behind him: "Where did the woman come from, her martial arts are so good, leave her name!" It was a ritual for Japanese samurai to fight, and to report each other's names as a sign of respect for each other.

"Heike samurai, Heimo Jiu!" Mo Jiu left his name and galloped on his horse, the first plan failed, and the second must not fail.

From afar, I saw the three sons fighting on the beach.

The embroidered crane is straight and hanging, covered with cute yellow armor, wearing a golden helmet, cutting spotted arrows on the back, winding vine bows, reed-haired horses under the crotch, holding a gold sword, it is the third son who has not been seen for half a year, lined with the blue and endless sea, the son is so handsome and extraordinary. Childe glanced at Mo Jiu who was speeding over, he hadn't seen such warmth for a long time, and he had been like a world for half a year, Mo Jiu really missed him.

The generals who fought with him were dressed in dusty clothes, covered with blue background Sakura yellow armor, and had mixed horses under their crotch.

It's bad, it's Kumagai Naomi, he came faster than Mo Jiu expected, in half a year, Mo Jiu has already found out this person, this person is very good at kung fu, he is one of the masters in the Genji camp, and the third prince is not his opponent.

Mo Jiu desperately tied his ponytail, and jumped up close to Gongzi's five zhang, but it was too late.

A red light covered Mo Jiu's eyes, and the third prince fell straight in front of Mo Jiu's eyes, Mo Jiu, who jumped up in the air, instantly lost all consciousness and fell straight to the ground, a soft body blocked the hardness of the rock for Mo Jiu, Mo Jiu opened his eyes slightly, Kumagai Naoshi was surrounded by red light in front of him, and the firefly candles slowly wound and gradually converged into a faint human form, it was the soul of Childe who was about to disappear, and Childe's ethereal voice penetrated Mo Jiu's heart, "You finally found me." The fate of this life is over, forget me. ”

"Husband!" Mo Jiu shouted hysterically, Jiu'er reached out to grab the ethereal third son in the air, the child's soul was scattered, and in a blink of an eye it had dispersed into a rain of dream flowers in the sky, Mo Jiu reached out to pick it up, but what he touched was the cold air, and even the last dream flower turned into nothing.

"Forget me", Mo Jiu kept repeating this sentence in his heart: Gongzi and Jiu'er didn't have a chance to say a word for half a year, but what they were waiting for was like this.

In this life, Jiu'er came for her son, but since then she doesn't know who she lives for.

Mother-in-law, why do you want Jiu'er to spend such a love catastrophe, when the son is gone, will you leave Jiu'er alone in her previous life?

Mo Jiu lay on his back on the rocks by the sea, letting the battlefield swords and swords shine, blood splattered, and his head rolled down; Regardless of Xuan Ye's shouting and crying, Mo Jiu had turned into a shell, and nothing could wake her up anymore.

Xuan Ye hugged Mo Jiu on his horse, helped Mo Jiu to the west, and walked through the battlefield of swords and swords, a horse and two people became transparent, and although the battlefield was under his feet, it had become a dream with only sight and no touch.

"Mo Jiu, where are we going?"

"Just keep going." Mo Jiu is like a gossamer, just like this, the earth is barren, without the third son, time has become an accomplice of pain, so he will never wake up.

A red light hung in front of the horse, and it was the chrysanthemum who had turned into an ugly woman.

"Miss Mo Jiu, you can't just leave like this, quickly recall your primordial spirit, I beg you to save my sect master!" It's another kind of infatuation, who can change what is destined, Mo Jiu spent half a year trying his best, it is already a foolproof and winning plan, isn't it just like this, it turned into a dream flower rain, the third prince fell in front of Mo Jiu's eyes alive, watching the blood splash in front of his beloved in front of him, and his body was in a different place, such a pain can be healed in a few lifetimes. Even if she has martial arts to the world, she can't protect the life of her son, what else can she do to save the master?

Juzi didn't wake up Mo Jiu, who was already asleep, Mo Jiu lay stiffly, and the horse continued to move forward.

Suddenly, the wind blew in his ears, and the miserable laughter tore through the entire battlefield, and the trees were uprooted, which was the great power of the ghost's suicide, an iron nail fell in mid-air, and Juzi's hair stood up like an electric shock, and the falling iron nail went straight into Juzi's forehead, Mo Jiu woke up suddenly, but only saw the blood-red cherry blossoms falling with the wind, and Juzi's last words came from the air, "Save my sect son." ”

A drop of blood rain dripped into Mo Jiu's eyes, and Juzi used her life to open the eye of heaven for Jiu'er!

The resentment did not cover the love in her heart, she loved so strongly, she was willing to exchange this last spirit for the life of the son who did not love him, the spirit has been dispersed, so there is not even a trace of breath left for love crazy, from now on there will be no more chrysanthemum this person, not even breath.

The ashes of the nine days and eternal generations are gone, and I only ask Mo Jiu to save the life of the master in this life.

Mo Jiu closed his eyes, tears pouring down: Juzi, I'm sorry, no one can change the arrangement of the wheel of fate, and Miss must not be able to save the master's life. Jiu'er had already watched the third prince die in front of him, and he could no longer bear the pain of the master's departure in front of him, so let Mo Jiu go down like a zombie.

The eye of heaven has been opened, and through the eyes of the bird spirit that flew back to deliver the message, Mo Jiu saw the real image of the battlefield.

Ikuta Mori's position missed, and the master Heikyo was forced to ride a horse and retreat to Yashima, although the master saved his life in this battle, in the next battle of Tanpo, the Heikyo Sutra chased to the god of war Gen Yoshitsune jumped eight warships in a row to escape, and the first samurai of the Heike family terrified the enemy.

Helplessly, the defeat of the Hei family has been decided, in the desperate situation of the death and injury of the whole clan, after killing several generals of the other party, Heijiao Jing jumped into the sea and committed suicide, and the first samurai of the Hei family returned to the sea like this, and no one can play the flute and show the rainbow again.

Since then, Mo Jiu has no master.

The eldest brother of the son, Ping Jingzheng, the younger brother Jingjun, Qingfang, and Qingding entered the enemy formation at the same time, fought to the death, killed several enemies, and finally was outnumbered and killed in battle.

The eldest brother of the master Pingjiao Jing was added to the body with a chaotic blade and died in blood.

When the sixth uncle Tai was defeated by Liuye Tai, he was attacked by his attendants, broke his arm from elbow, and finally stabbed to death. It's a pity that a generation of generals who are both civil and military died tragically in this way.

Lieutenant General Peony's fifth brother Ping Chongheng was defeated and captured, and what was waiting for him was the monk's public display and beheading.

Several uncles are forcibly pushed onto ships ready to flee, and they are greeted by the death of the next battle.

Kind father, don't blame your daughter-in-law for being ruthless, just leave like this, Jiu'er really can't bear your death anymore, Mo Jiu sobbed in his heart.

The last image rests on the face of a child, surrounded by the terrified Empress Dowager Dezi, the wet nurse, and a few female officials and attendants, desperately squeezing into a small boat, no one to drive the boat and let the sea breeze blow the boat wherever it wants, the world is so big, there is no place for them. In a few days, the whole boat will also commit suicide by jumping into the sea. A naïve but precocious six- or seven-year-old child, with pink cheeks, this is the emperor holding the imperial artifact, his clear eyes stared at Mo Jiu on the side of Asuka Eyes, and suddenly Mo Jiu was electrocuted, and the little emperor actually saw himself?

Mo Jiu received the spirit spell: Just leave like this, don't blame Childe, Jiu'er can't protect you even if she tries her best, there is no need to live without Childe in this life.

"Mo Jiu, the cliff ahead, where else are we going?"

The parade of hundred ghosts in the mountains and forests is in front of the horse, fangs and claws, hideous and twisted evil ghosts sniff the smell in the air from time to time, just follow them, the end of the hundred ghosts night walk will be outside the temple hall, Mo Jiu is waiting for Gongzi in the temple, then wait for him there:

The son greeted me, but he went before me,

Jiu'er's martial arts are world-famous, but he failed to protect his son;

Mo Jiu's consciousness gradually blurred, but the guidance of the hundred ghosts became clearer and clearer, and the door of the temple slowly opened in a trance.

Writing this paragraph, the author hid his face and cried for a long time, this is Jiu'er's first love calamity, and the author needs to correct his emotions. There are two lifetimes of love calamity, feeling what it feels, hurting what it hurts, writing a book is to integrate yourself into it, arrange an unimaginable life journey for yourself, and the bystanders are clear, hoping to get the reader's guidance and encouragement. Vote for recommendation!!