The light of the meteor, though short-lived, sparkled everyone's eyes.

It was a brilliant light, like a gate to eternity.

The life and light of a swordsmith often lies in the sword he forges.

The sword is the sharpest knife in the world, the closest to eternity.

Swordsmiths often sacrifice their lives and blood to their own swords, so that their beloved swords become eternal in the world.

If the sword is affectionate, his life will be as bright as a meteor.

If the sword is ruthless, will his life be as short as a meteor?

The rain was still falling, and it was almost dusk.

Even the dusk changed color with fear, turning into an empty and desolate grayish-white.

The cadres strike iron at the end of the street.

It's his tool, and it's the whole of his life.

This is the last moment.

There was no escape behind him.

The warriors of the Chu State had already pressed in front of the cadres.

The tip of the baby's sword was already against the neck of the general.

The cadres are unmoved.

In full view of everyone, the cadre finally made a sword.

This is a long sword, the body of the sword is dark gold, the blade is carved with intricate patterns, there is a thin rope at the hilt, tied to a red strip of cloth, this is the general's favorite symbol, only the general knows what it represents, it is a promise.

The whole body of the sword is as black as ink jade, and there is a curved arc at the tip of the sword, which looks very beautiful.

The cadre held this sword, and there was an indescribable tension and excitement in his heart.

His right hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

A tear slowly slipped from the corner of the cadre's eye and dripped onto the sword.

Drop after drop.

Drip into the sword.

The general's eyes darkened.

The cadre's figure trembled slightly.

The commander held his sword and turned slowly.

A figure seemed to appear in front of the cadre's eyes.

A woman dressed in white.

Is it Mo Xie?

The cadre didn't dare to confirm it, but he knew that this woman's temperament was very familiar, as if it was someone he had seen hundreds of times in his dreams.

But it's impossible!

She's dead, how could she be here?

Is it a hallucination?

The commander clenched the sword in his hand, he didn't want to believe it.

The general's hand clenched the hilt of his sword trembled.

"Who are you, are you Mo Xie?" The cadre asked.

The cadre's voice trembled and hoarse.

No, not a dream.

"Commander! It's me! At this time, a familiar and gentle voice rang out.

The general shuddered, and he turned his head away.

I saw a beautiful woman with a bright smile on her face.

This is a scene that the cadre has experienced in his dreams.

The cadre's heart was beating wildly.

Is this beautiful woman Mo Xie?

It must be Mo Xie!

"Cadre, it's me!" Mo Ye said softly, "I'm back!" "

"Mo Xie." The cadre muttered to himself.

Mo Xie walked in front of the cadre, raised his head to look at the cadre, his eyes were full of tenderness and sweetness, Mo Ye said softly: "It's me, the cadre." "

"Really, you're back." The surprise and joy in the eyes of the cadre were overflowing.

"Yes." Mo Xie nodded and said, "I'm back." "

"That's great!" Tears welled up in the general's eyes.

"That's great!" Mo Evil Dao.

The two looked at each other, and each other's hearts were filled with infinite excitement and joy.

This scene is so beautiful that it is as shocking as a picture scroll.

"Mo Xie! Do you know? I miss you! "Dry general.

Mo Ye's eyes were also full of tenderness and sweetness: "I miss you too!" "

The cadre gently kissed Mo Ye, and the lips of the two touched, and bursts of warm electric shock were transmitted between the two.

The cadres and Mo Ye hugged each other tightly, and there was only each other in each other's eyes.

It took a long time for the lips of the two to separate.

Mo Ye gently stroked the cadre's face.

The cadre also gently stroked Mo Ye's cheek.

Mo Ye's fingers ran across the cadre's forehead and gently stroked the cadre's eyebrows.

The cadre looked at Mo Ye's alluring face, his eyes were intoxicated, and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It's not a dream!" The cadre asked.

"Yes!" Mo Xie nodded slightly, "It's not a dream. "

"Great, that's great." The cadre said in Mo Ye's ear.

Mo Ye hugged the cadre and gently patted the cadre's back.

The admiral closed his eyes and enjoyed the wonderful feeling.

At this moment, time stood still, and only the breathing of the two of them remained.

"Mo Xie, tell you a secret." The cadre said slowly in Mo Ye's ear.

"What's the secret?" Mo Ye asked softly.

"I forged two swords out of your body and soul." The cadre said in Mo Ye's ear.

"Really?" Mo Ye's eyes showed surprise.

"A handful is hidden in Nanshan, well hidden, no one will find it, except for our son." The cadre said.

"What about the other one?" Mo Xie asked.

"The other one was sent to Yingdu, but it doesn't belong to the king of Chu, it only belongs to our son!" The cadre said.

"Our son! My ruler! How is he? Mo Ye's eyes were full of tears.

"Don't worry, he's fine!" The cadre said in Mo Ye's ear, "I have placed him in a safe place, wait for the opportunity, he will come out, you don't have to worry." "

"Good! Gan! Thank you! "Mo Evil Dao.

Mo Ye hugged the cadre tightly, as if he wanted to rub the cadre into his body and become one with himself.

The two looked at each other, their eyes full of reluctance.

"Mo Xie, let's go together!" The cadre's voice trembled a little.

"Let's go together!" Mo Ye's eyes were full of tenderness.

"Mo Ye, take this sword, this is my last gift to you!" Trunk Road.

"Okay." Mo Xie took the sword and said softly, "Let's go together." "

As soon as the sword in Mo Ye's hand was raised, a sword qi rushed straight into the sky, and where the sword qi passed, the sky was torn apart, and the space seemed to be torn apart by the sword qi, shattering piece by piece.

There was a loud bang.

The space shattered, and everything turned to ashes.

Mo Ye's figure vanished, and everything returned to calm, as if nothing had happened just now.

Only the cadres are still standing in place.

In front of him, there was a cold warrior of the Chu State.

And the cold sword in the hand of the baby.

"Mo Xie! Mo Xie! Mo Xie! Mo Xie! The cadre called Mo Ye's name over and over again.

There was a great sadness on his face.

"Mo Xie! I'm here for you! "The cadre will look up to the sky and roar.

Seeing a flash of cold light, the swordsmith suddenly raised his sword horizontally, and a stream of blood suddenly spurted out of his neck, staining the ground red!

This is how the swordsmith ended his life.

Seeing this scene, the baby was horrified!

He never expected that the swordsmith would commit suicide so cleanly!

The baby stared blankly at the sword in his hand, his mind blank.

On that day, the town of clouds was filled with blood.

The fire was blazing, and corpses were everywhere.

The entire town of Yunzhong was almost razed to the ground.

This massacre shook the world.

The story of the cadre and Mo Ye is widely spread in the rivers and lakes.