The black clouds turned over the ink and did not cover the mountains, and the white rain jumped into the boat;

The wind blows and blows away, and the lake jumps into the water like the sky.

Ten thousand people gathered at the cliff peak, and the two factions of the righteous and demonic fought bloodily in the rain.

"Boom-" thunder and lightning, heavy rain pouring, like thousands of troops and horses charging, making people shudder and tremble, Zhan Mo looked at the sword that pierced his heart, his whole body was cold and unconscious, and his face was still so handsome, but it was more ruthless and hideous than usual.

Zhan Mo had a desperate smile on his face, sad and sad, that was the person he loved the most. "Hahaha-haha-" Her laughter was cold, and she was very grateful that it was raining so hard that no one could see her tears.

"You go to die!" A young man pierced the waist of Zhan Mo from the side, and blood gushed out from his chest and waist, staining the rain red.

Zhan Mo smiled wryly, "Hahaha-" One is the person he loves the most, and the other is his brother, they both held the sword in their hands and stabbed me?

Then someone shouted: "The Demon Sect Leader has been stabbed!" ”

"Master—"

Zhan Mo closed her eyes and jumped into the air, accompanied by a loud thunder, she jumped into the abyss, it's over, it's over......

She disappeared into the world of swords and swords, and there was no Demon Sect Master again.

……

"Boom-" The thunder tore through the earth with a loud sound.

"Brother, brother, she moved, she moved." In a daze, Zhan Mo heard the cry of a little girl. The little girl shook her arm and kept calling, "Wake up, wake up." ”

"Poof-" A mouthful of blood sprayed from Zhanmo, and she wanted to move, but as if something was pressing, she couldn't move at all.

"I'll call our grandfather, you take care of her." A teenager's voice said.

After a while, the sound of hurried footsteps came, and Zhan Mo could feel it: two people entered the room.

Then, Zhan Mo felt a silver needle piercing his Baihui acupoint, and his consciousness slowly woke up.

Slowly waking up......

Zhan Mo opened his eyes and saw an ecstatic little girl, dressed in a coarse cloth shirt and with small pigtails. There was also a teenager, dressed in a tattered linen shirt, with wheat-colored arms exposed to the air. The old man who was applying silver needles was already with white frost on his temples, and his face was as wrinkled as tree bark, and he looked like he had experienced vicissitudes.

The old man and the child left the house and did not disturb Zhan Mo's rest.

Zhan Mo, who had just woken up, was lying on the bed, her mind was still the scene in the dream, she was hard to be sure that she was so badly injured, the sword had pierced her heart and still alive, she repeatedly pinched her arm and face to confirm that this was not a dream.

Her head ached, her whole body shivered, the scene was as clear as if it had happened yesterday, but when she looked at the wounds on her chest and waist, her memory seemed to blur a little, and if it weren't for the scar, she couldn't be sure that everything had really happened.

It's been a long, long time......

Everything in the past is repeated over and over again in dreams.

Zhan Mo listened to the thunder and rain outside the house, and thought: How similar is today's thunderstorm to the thunderstorm when the sword stabbed me, maybe this thunderstorm woke me up, why do you still let me live in such a ruthless world, wouldn't it be better if I died? Am I not enough to pay for the pain of betrayal and separation? The person I love the most stabbed me in the chest with a sword, and my only brother pierced my waist with a sword, am I the leader of the Demon Cult who does not distinguish between right and wrong in their eyes? What exactly am I doing wrong?

The tears of the war foam have soaked the corners of his eyes, and he has been completely immersed in grief.

……

"Child, if you have anything sad to say to grandpa, don't hold it back, it will suffocate your body."

Zhan Mo hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, she had been martial arts since childhood, her ears were deaf and her eyes were clear, and now she didn't even notice that the old man had entered the house, it seemed that she was too immersed in grief.

She squeezed out a smile, "Grandpa, I'm fine, I just miss my daddy." ”

The old man was very kind and let Zhan Mo drink the medicine, "Child, grandpa doesn't understand your disputes in the rivers and lakes, but grandpa knows that you are a good child, so you should live happily, don't wronged yourself." ”

Zhan Mo looked at the old man, she didn't know if she could still live happily, something had happened, it was a tragedy, just a little surprised, how did the old man know that he was a person in the martial arts? Then he asked: "How does grandpa know that I am from the martial arts?" Did you save me? ”

Old man: "You have deep internal strength. Three years ago, the heavy rain was as heavy as today's rain, Ah Wu went up the mountain with his father to hunt, hiding from the rain in the mountains, only to see you fall from the sky and save you back, at that time you had more than ten large and small sword wounds on your body, the wounds were soaked in the rain and whitened, the sword wounds on the chest and waist were very dangerous, they had been stabbed to the point, and it was absolutely impossible for ordinary people to still have breath, and you were different. Ah Wu and his father rescued you back, all the medicine was given to you, you just didn't wake up, but the pulse is getting stronger and stronger, in the past three years, I have given you injections every day, Xiao Lian fed you porridge, how much absorbed nutrients, hanging for your life. ”