Jing Yao did not concentrate on cultivating the sword.

So the knife is in his hand, not control, but indulgence.

To indulge one's own knife is to indulge one's body and mind.

The knife just needs to kill people.

What the knife brought to Jing Yao was only endless destruction.

Zhao Mingming's words woke him up.

People use knives, they are in control.

Who should be killed and who should not be killed.

When can he be killed, and when should he be released.

To use people with a knife is to indulge.

Kill in all directions.

Regardless of the cause, it is unbearable to cause and effect.

Only death.

After all, Jing Yao is not a compassionate person.

If people are not compassionate, they will always get caught up in some kind of emotion and will not be able to extricate themselves.

Compassion, on the other hand, is not an innate emotion.

It can only be conceived after the state of mind has reached a certain bottom.

But no matter what, Jing Yao is still human.

Presumably, it should have been closer to mercy than the ferocious beast.

But with Zhao Mingming, Jing Yao is much farther away from that compassion.

The first time Zhao Mingming felt compassion was last autumn.

The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are surging.

The scenery on the mountainside is more rich and interesting than the one on the top of the mountain.

The coldness spread through her light clothes, and also spread to her internal organs with his breathing.

Although it has not rained yet, the meaning of this autumn is that it permeates the heavens and the earth.

Those literati and writers, every time the seasons change, they always inevitably have to be sentimental.

These have changed the joys and sorrows, and as ordinary people, they are naturally powerless.

Although Zhao Mingming doesn't have any deep feelings about this, she also knows that every season has a glance at her own feelings, and it is always cloudy and uncertain.

To sigh about these in tone, it is better to put your mind in peace.

No matter how sudden the injury is, you can face it calmly, and then smile indifferently.

Isn't there no regret in her heart?

Of course there is.

And there are no less.

It's just that when all the regrets and grievances are entangled and overlapped with each other, looking back at the past, I can still be kind and happy, and my heart is not guilty.

Looking at the falling flowers and flying leaves, those gains and losses gradually turn into the most vivid, bright, and bewitching red.

At this moment, Zhao Mingming already had compassion in her heart.

"Why stand back?"

Jing Yao asked.

"Because I don't know how to use a sword. ”

Zhao Mingming said.

This is not a lie.

It wasn't to let Jing Yao let her guard down.

It's that although Zhao Mingming carries a sword with her, her sword is really not good.

After all, the alien beasts, their bodies are the sharpest and strongest edges, and naturally they don't need the assistance of swords.

Zhao Mingming held the long sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed to the ground, and his left hand gently brushed the sword body.

Then he started to do it, like a ceiling parting.

Even in this night without moonlight, it made Jing Yao feel confused.

Jing Yao bowed slightly to this Zhao Mingming.

This is already the most humble act for him who is arrogant.

seems to be paying tribute to Zhao Mingming.

Then, the scimitar in his hand, with a slash on the head, shattered all of Zhao Mingming's sword flowers and light and shadow, and forced her to kill.

Zhao Mingming saw Jing Yao's knife, her wrist shook, and the change came out again.

A majestic and mellow artistic conception quietly emerged.

Jing Yao's knife was like a petrel that had broken through a storm.

However, Zhao Mingming's sword move was the phantom waves and surges under this petrel.

It seems that there is only one sword, but in fact, there are several ambushes.

Under the layers of progression, what Jing Yao can glimpse is only the tip of the iceberg.

Seeing such a mysterious and dreamy sword, Jing Yao was also very surprised!

"That's what you said, can't use a sword?"

Jing Yao said with a slight mockery.

Before, he also thought that Zhao Mingming was a very backbone girl.

A person with backbone will not be overly proud or overly humble.

Even more disdainful of lying.

But Zhao Mingming just said that she didn't know how to use a sword, which was obviously a lie......

Isn't it a big joke that such a sword trick is about to come out, but he still says that he can't use a sword?

Zhao Mingming had a cold face and was silent.

She knew that Jing Yao had a misunderstanding about herself.

But now is not the time to explain.

Explanations take timing.

Not only must there be plenty of time, but also there must be a very accurate opportunity.

The more trivial it is, the more effort it takes to explain.

What's more, many times, things that you can't get acquainted with yesterday will naturally go smoothly if you leave it overnight.

But a misunderstanding has arisen, and explanations may not help.

The best way to deal with emotional entanglements is not to let them happen.

It hurts to love but not to love. Then don't love.

Hate but can't, it's also painful. Then don't hate.

Being misunderstood is also extremely troublesome......

So why don't you just stay away from it without saying a word at the beginning?

Zhao Mingming is not only a retreat of her figure.

Retreating, including her heart.

To retreat is to move away.

Far away, on the other hand, is an extremely vague concept.

Far from where?

Far from the world.

Where is the end of the world?

Everywhere is the end of the world.

Presumably with the humans of the Five Great Kings, Zhao Mingming's home can be said to be very far away.

Nine mountains are always far away in people's minds.

Far means hard.

The road is long, and the past is difficult.

People are far away, and it is difficult to meet.

Far from it is never easy.

But things that are not easy are often more mysterious and beautiful.

The top of the mountain is far away, but people climb the mountain, isn't it just for the mystery and beauty on the top of the mountain, and the column is speechless?

This kind of distance can get infinite enjoyment from it.

A long time ago.

Spatially vast.

Spiritual distantness.

These three, after fusion, is Zhao Mingming's way of survival, and it is also known by him with his sword.

A thousand autumns of snow, falling on a thousand miles of ship.

The snow is in front of you, and the ship doesn't know where to anchor.

Snow white and cyan blue are compared together.

Between movement and stillness, they are combined with each other.

The far-reaching is obscure,

It never knows.

Just like Zhao Mingming, although she is an eldest lady, her mind is extremely dull......

That's why her sword has many more strange changes beyond the vastness.

Actually, she doesn't know how to use a sword, it's just a sword move.

But if the mind in the heart has reached such a point, the sword is just a tool.

Jing Yao's knife was very close.

His sword was bright, but it could only illuminate five steps in front of him.

Within five steps, no matter who it was, Jing Yao was confident that he would win.

Five steps away, however, is too far......

Jing Yao wasn't sure.

These two people, one is close to the sword, and the other is far away.

The knife is pressing step by step.

The sword retreated step by step.

It's a dead end, a fight that is doomed to no result.

Knowing that you can't do it, it occupies the majority.

When Jing Yao saw Zhao Mingming's sword, the reddest actually approached his eyes from an angle that he couldn't imagine at all, and he was immediately shocked!

With his martial arts cultivation and the well-informed Chengdu, he has never seen such a bizarre sword move.

Although most of the grassland people use knives, they also have sword cultivation.

But whether it is the grassland or the five kingdoms, Zhao Mingming's sword is too abnormal!

It's just that his mind is full of thoughts, and he is surprised and surprised!

But the hand was slow for a moment.

Under the encouragement to deal with it, it is only a stumbling side, showing embarrassment.

"What's wrong with you?"

Gao Ren's voice fell into Jing Yao's ears.

"I'm fine. ”

Jing Yao replied coldly.

"Are you going to see the color too?"

Gao Ren asked.

But there really wasn't the slightest hint of ridicule in the tone.

"I'm not. ”

Jing Yao said.

Although Zhao Mingming is extremely beautiful, Jing Yao is indeed not a lustful person.

He can only say that he has some appreciation for Zhao Mingming.

He prefers wine and conquest to women.

"We have limited time, so we hope you can do it yourself!"

Gao Ren said.

Jing Yao didn't say anything more.

Fortunately, after Zhao Mingming's sword, he stood still in place and did not make another move.

"Can you make way now?"

Zhao Mingming asked.

With that sword, Zhao Mingming saw that although Jing Yao resisted, it was also a little difficult......"

That's why he asked.

"I'm not going to give way. ”

Jing Yao said.

Shook his head.

As soon as the word "no" came out, Zhao Mingming made another sword.

Unlike the previous ones, this sword does not have too many fancy changes.

It seems a little too monotonous, and it is unremarkable.

But Jing Yao saw it in her eyes, but her heart was even tighter.

The first sword, if there is still a bit of ingenuity, this sword is simple and unpretentious, and it is generous.

There is a kind of indifference that sees through the world.

Jing Yao really couldn't figure it out......

A girl who is so young and beautiful is enjoying the moment in the world, why does her sword have such a thick red dust and loneliness?

The years are like water, and everyone has had unforgettable and unforgettable memories.

But memory is memory, and those who are in love with the old can only go with it.

Sadness and longing, in a certain period of time, can indeed be transformed into motivation to rise up, but more often than not, they are still self-conscious and cannot get rid of it.

Zhao Mingming's sword is like a gathering of dust.

It was like a wisp of fresh breeze, and after it came to his face, he directly asked Jing Yao's heart.

evokes even his memories of the once plain and elegant days.

It's as if this sword is a lifetime.

The time of a lifetime is not long, and it is not short.

Ordinary people, with a lifetime of hard work, may not have stepped out of the town where they live.

Zhao Mingming has been transformed for so many years before she finally has seen enough of the scenery in her mountain courtyard.

However, wait for it to be closer.

Jing Yao realized that under the indifference in this sword, it was a little shallow.

Indifferent and shallow, contradictory.

Knowledgeable people will be indifferent, and knowledgeable people will only be thick and concise, and will never be shallow.

But why is Zhao Mingming's sword indifferent and shallow?

suffered a loss from the last time.

Jing Yao won't have time to think about it.

raised his sword to block, and easily prevented Zhao Mingming's sword.

"It's really sad to say that it is sad to attach a new poem. ”

Jing Yao said.

Zhao Mingming's eyes widened.

She hadn't heard it.

It seems to be the poems of the Five Great Princes, but she has never read it.

Naturally, I don't know what it means.

"Have you ever suffered and shed blood?"

Jing Yao asked.

Zhao Mingming understood this sentence.

So she shook her head.

Of course, Zhao Mingming has not suffered hardship.

There was no bloodshed.

After coming down from the mountains, walking the world, although there are many episodes and stories.

But she herself knows that it is far from suffering.

It was Lao Li, the stall owner who had co-defrauded her of many silver tickets, and he must have suffered much more than her.

Seeing the recruitment shake her head, Jing Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She is no match for herself.

Zhao Mingming only came out with two swords.

Jing Yao saw the clues in her swordsmanship.

The situation flipped in an instant, and people were caught off guard.

"You're still not going to kill her. ”

Gao Ren's transmission is here again.

"Why kill her? That's not what we're trying to do. ”

Jing Yao said.

"You've wasted so much effort before, and you've not been able to persuade you to succeed. Now that she has blocked her two swords, will she stop there?"

Gao Ren asked rhetorically.

He was getting a little impatient.

However, his impatience was not to get the little girl as soon as possible and to give an errand to the people in the altar court.

He has his own plans.

The secrecy of the altar court was an unexpected joy for Gao Ren, and he must not give up easily.

This little girl's identity is mysterious, and from the attitude of the altar court towards her, if she can grasp it in her own hands, she will definitely become a trump card in the confrontation with the altar court.

Since he failed in the competition with Xiao Jinkan, Gao Ren only has fame and fortune in his eyes.

But it has become a besieged city in his own heart, a fantasy.

If you want to escape, you have to cut through the seemingly calm river.

To tap your toes in the messy ripples, pull away.

Maybe there will still be broken spots of moonlight, but it is because of the existence of these spots that the latecomers will walk into this besieged city and this illusion one after another.

For so many years, he lived in his imagination.

Because real life can't give him everything he wants, he can only weave everything imaginary in the illusion.

I have to say, this is a very sad thing.

"I've long forgotten where I came, and I can't go back. But in my own seemingly vain dream, I can still find the splendor of fireworks and the noise of hundreds of birds and phoenixes. You think it's a passing thing, but it's my life's work!"

This was Gao Ren's last words to Xiao Jinkan before leaving.

Xiao Jinkan sees life as a wandering growth.

Gao Ren, however, felt that he had been banished.

The sun cannot be eternal, but the night is never late.

If you want to stay in the eternal light, how can your mood not be distorted?

"If you're in a hurry, you can do it yourself!"

Jing Yao turned around and said.

This sentence is not a sound transmission, but it is said generously.

Gao Ren's cheeks tightened after hearing this.

I could see that he was already gritting his teeth angrily.

But after all, he didn't say a word more.

He knew Jing Yao's temper.

Since Jing Yao can appreciate people with backbone, it is because he is also a person with a lot of backbone.

People with backbone can't be coerced by common sense.

Otherwise, it will only backfire.

"It's up to you! ”

Gao Ren suddenly changed his words and said easily.

Even smiling.

For Gao Ren's approach, Jing Yao had already seen it strange.

Moodiness is the truth of Gao Ren.

"Do you still want a sword?"

Jing Yao turned to Zhao Mingming and asked.

"Will you give way?"

Zhao Mingming asked rhetorically.

The two went around and around, but they returned to square one.

Don't hand over, and don't give way.

"Since you don't plan to give way, I won't stop drawing my sword. ”

Zhao Mingming looked at Jing Yao's expression and said.

"Your sword move...... I really haven't seen it. Do you have a name?"

Jing Yao asked.

"No name, no surname, just self-realization. Besides, with such a thin sword move, how can you get into it?"

Zhao Mingming said.

"The girl is a smart man!"

Jing Yao said.

"Of course I'm not stupid!"

Zhao Mingming said a little arrogantly.

"But why are you so stubborn in this matter? Smart people are usually flexible. ”

Gao Ren said.

"Flexibility? Isn't flexibility just giving up? What I want to do, there's no room for flexibility. ”

Zhao Mingming said.

Jing Yao was speechless for a while.

Previously, he was always envious of those so-called smart people.

I don't think they have such wings as themselves, and they won't stuffy their heads and blindly do it.

And he is always the object of ridicule.

Even now that he has become a minister, this is the case.

Smart people always seem to find shortcuts.

But he couldn't.

"Draw your sword. ”

Jing Yao said.

But Zhao Mingming shook her head.

Her most powerful sword moves are the two swords just now.

Since these two swords could not defeat Jing Yao, there was no other way than to reveal his identity as a strange beast.

It's a dead end.

The only way to break the game is to wait for Jing Yao to strike first.

"You don't have a sword?"

Jing Yao asked in surprise.

"My sword is out of the way. ”

Zhao Mingming said.

"You just said that you won't stop drawing your sword. ”

Jing Yao said.

"What I won't stop is the idea of coming up with a sword, not that it means that I really have a sword in my hand. ”

Zhao Mingming said.

"You only have these two swords?"

Jing Yao asked.

"I only have these two swords. ”

Zhao Mingming said.

Jing Yao nodded, but raised it again.

When blindness blooms again.

This time it's much more than five steps.

The carriage where the sugar-fried chestnuts were located was more than fifty steps away from Jing Yao, but it was still illuminated by Jing Yao's sword.

"Miss!

The sound of sugar-fried chestnuts came from behind.

Zhao Mingming waved her hand, signaling that it was okay.

In the carriage.

The mysterious little girl had already woken up.

But she still lay motionless.

A pair of eyes were wide open.

The attention of the sugar-fried chestnuts was all on Zhao Mingming, and she didn't know that the little girl in the carriage woke up.

Her eyes were hazy.

There seems to be a disconnect in memory.

In a trance, she was because she had just run out of the altar.

On that day, the sun was setting, and only a little bit of light remained,

She walked to a town.

The town is very old.

Old and busy.

Now, the town, after a busy day, is gradually quieting down as the sun sets.

As far as the eye can see, you can only see the smoke of cooking in every house.

It was dotted with Nana's across the town.

But the little girl had nowhere to go.

Whether it's busy or quiet, it has nothing to do with her.

She just carried her basket.

Sitting quietly on a deserted street.

He was holding half a cold steamed bun in his hand, which was still covered with dust.

The little girl didn't care, and when she got closer, she bit down on it.

If she didn't open her mouth, no one would have thought that such a thin and quiet little girl would indeed be able to eat half a steamed bun in one bite.

But she did eat it all in one bite.

In fact, she'd been sitting in the town for a whole day.

But she doesn't remember how she got here, and she doesn't know where she's going.

The only thing I care about is the bamboo basket I am carrying by my side, and the hunger in my stomach.

The little girl quietly looked at the bustling street, from people coming and going, the river was endless, and it became crowded and deserted.

But it didn't matter to her.

After all, that's not what he cares about.

After eating half a steamed bun, she felt that she was still very hungry......

But she didn't even have a big penny on her.

Smelling the smell of cooking smoke coming from every house, she could even tell who was cooking what tonight.

Not far away, the restaurant is the only place where the noise starts.

However, you need money to eat in a restaurant.

Not only did she have no money on her, but she also had nothing of value.

For her at this moment, the most valuable thing is the half of the cold steamed bun, but it has been eaten by her.

As for the contents of the bamboo basket, it could not be measured by money, and the little girl could not give it away easily under any circumstances, let alone exchange it for money.

The little girl wanted to get up and walk around the town, but as soon as she got out of the altar, she couldn't tell in any direction.

The only thing that could guide her was hunger in her stomach.

This will allow her to smell the smell of the rice.

And he didn't have to look for directions to the restaurant, because it was not far from her right.

At most, it is only a distance of more than ten zhang, and you can reach it with your legs.

In the end, the little girl stood up.

Although hunger made her legs limp.

But if you continue to sit, it will be cold.

Constant hunger can make people lose their strength and make people feel cold.

She tried to restrain herself from going in the direction of the restaurant.

Although the aroma of the food is the strongest,

She was still ruthless and walked in the opposite direction.

"You're looking for workers here?"

The little girl had just walked a few steps when she saw a man squatting on the side of the road with a sign in front of her.

The sign reads this job post.

But there are a lot of typos in it.

"You're going to work?"

Behind the sign was a middle-aged man.

He was sipping a cigarette.

When he heard someone asking, he looked up, but saw a thin and weak little girl.

"That's right. How much does it cost?"

The little girl asked.

The middle-aged man smiled.

The cigarette on his hand shook and spilled soot.

It was the first time he had met a little girl who had come to beg for work.

And when they came up, they asked how much it was.

"I don't have any work here that you can do. ”

The middle-aged man said.

He also waved his hand and told her to leave quickly.

After all, this little girl is standing like this, but she is blocking others from seeing her signboard.

If you miss out on someone who can really do the work, it will be more than worth the loss.

"How do you know I'm not good?"

The little girl asked with a frown.

"And what are you going to do?"

The middle-aged man asked.

Maybe it's a little boring, it's better to talk to this little girl a little more, so as to play.

"I drink and kill. ”

The little girl said without thinking.

The middle-aged man was stunned, and then laughed again.

It's just that this time the laughter was indeed more intense than before.

The cigarette stick in his hand even fell to the ground.

Previously, the middle-aged man thought that this little girl ran out of the house at some point, and wanted to work to prove that he could stand on his own again.

But when I heard her say this, I felt that this little girl was afraid that something was not normal......

How could such a small child drink?

Not to mention killing......

However, the middle-aged man was not at ease, he gave the little girl a way, and told her that if she turned right at the mouth of the alley in front of her, she would have the work she needed.

If he can drink all the wine in it, and kill all the people, he will give him the highest wage.

"Is the highest wage enough for where I can go for a meal?"

The little girl asked.

"Of course it's enough! It's enough for two meals!"

The middle-aged man said.

When the little girl heard this, she turned and left.

walked to the mouth of the alley that the middle-aged man said, looked inside, and found that it was a dead end.

There is only one large mansion inside.

There were two red lanterns hanging at the door,

The gilded door is closed.

The little girl stepped forward and knocked.

Soon, footsteps could be heard inside.

"Why are you here so ......early?"

There were also a few complaints coming out of the door.

"You knocked on the door?"

It was a fellow who opened the door.

hunched back, hunched waist, originally a flattery.

But after seeing that it was only a little girl at the door, this anger was immediately half discharged.

"It's me. ”

The little girl said.

"What's the matter with you?"

The guy asked.

"How many people do you have here? How much wine?"

The little girl asked.

"I don't have many people here, but you're a burden to come. I have a lot of wine here, but I can't finish it in my life!"

Dude said.

As soon as you can, prepare to close.

But when he had turned around, the little girl was in front of him.

He thought it was getting late, and he was a little dazzled.

But the bamboo basket on the little girl's arm was very eye-catching.

The little girl went straight inside.

At this moment, a coquettishly dressed woman stepped out.

I was also surprised to see the little girl!

"Little Liu, what's going on?"

The woman asked.

It turned out that the middle-aged man pointed out to the little girl that the place was nothing else, it was a brothel.

This is not the place where women should be.

No matter how old or young, you shouldn't come.

"She said she was going to drink!"

The guy said.

Apparently also afraid of being blamed by the old bustard.

Anyway, the little girl had also talked about wine before, so she just got off the donkey.

"Drinking?"

The old bustard muttered to himself.

At the same time, he looked at the little girl carefully.

"It's getting weirder and weirder...... A girl who has achieved the top business in business is not clamoring to get married! A good age to be coquettish with her parents, but she has to come here to drink!"

The old bustard said.

But this is where money speaks.

Open the door to welcome guests from all directions.

Regardless of age or gender, as long as you have money, you can treat everyone equally.

"Since it's your guest, then you personally support it!"

The old bustard said.

Xiao Liu couldn't help but smile bitterly......

I thought to myself that I didn't know what evil I had done, maybe it was caused by the girl's sudden redness when I went to have fun last night......

People who do this business are the most taboo about such a state of affairs.

Now that he has been arranged by the bustard for such a thankless task, of course, he complained for a while.

"What are you going to drink?"

The guy asked.

"What wine do you have?"

The little girl asked.

"I've got good wine here!"

The guy said.

The little girl nodded.

There are all masters here who don't see rabbits and don't scatter eagles, but this guy may be depressed, so he didn't take any money, so he served a pot to the little girl.

I just wanted to get her done quickly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the wine jug came off the table, the wine glass was not yet placed, and the little girl actually picked up the wine jug and drank it all.

Then he flashed his eyes and looked at the fellow.

"You...... Finished drinking?"

The guy asked in surprise.

The little girl didn't speak, but looked at him so calmly.

"Still?"

The guy asked.

The little girl nodded.

The guy came up with more than a dozen pots in a daze, but he wanted to see how this little girl could drink.

Unexpectedly, this little girl drank one pot after another.

But just after drinking three pots, he lay on the table, as if he was asleep.

It took about a cup of tea before I got up again and continued to drink.

"You still have a lot of wine here?"

The little girl asked.

"Of course! you can't finish it!"

The guy said.

"It's true that I can't finish it...... Forget it......"

The little girl said.

Then he stood up.

The guy thought she was leaving, and hurried forward to ask for money for the drink.

Unexpectedly, the little girl pulled out a sword from the bamboo basket......

When she came out of the brothel and returned to the long street she had used to be, she saw the middle-aged man still sitting there.

The little girl couldn't help but say anything, and took him and walked towards the brothel.

"What are you going to do?"

The middle-aged man asked.

The little girl did not answer.

waited until she got closer before she slowly opened her mouth and said two words:

"Wages. ”

When the middle-aged man saw the scene in front of him, he fell to his knees.

Where is there a living person in the originally lively brothel?

Blood had already run down the cracks in the bricks, filling the pits in the yard.

"I haven't been able to finish the wine, so I'll pay half of it. As you said earlier, you should be able to go to the restaurant for a meal. ”

The little girl said.

At this point, the little girl was pulled back by her rumbling belly.

Sugar-fried chestnuts also heard the little girl's movements.

"Are you awake?"

Sugar-fried chestnuts asked.

The little girl sat up slowly.

After looking around and in front of me, I realized that I was in a carriage.

But she remained silent.

After relieving himself, he got out of the carriage and walked forward.

It wasn't until he saw Jing Yao that he stopped.

"Are you awake?"

Zhao Mingming asked.

"Don't fight. ”

The little girl spoke suddenly.

"Are you going to go with them?"

Zhao Mingming pointed at Jing Yao and asked.

"I don't go with them. ”

The little girl shook her head and said.

Zhao Mingming didn't understand what she meant.

If you don't go first, why do you want to stop the war?

"But how I go, with whom, where I go, is my own business. I don't want to help. ”

The little girl continued.

Zhao Mingming was a little annoyed......

I thought to myself, what did I waste by working so hard?

In the end, it was in exchange for such an understatement?

"Why are you so conscienceless, little girl, if it weren't for my young lady, you would have died on the road!"

Sugar-fried chestnuts were the first to attack.

"But everything is fate, and nothing is up to anyone. Life or death is my own business. There was no one to help. ”

The little girl looked at the fried chestnuts with sugar and said indifferently.

The short sword that Zhao Mingming took from her and put aside was now back in her hand.

And this short sword has already been unsheathed.

The blade of the sword flickered with this faint blue light.

The stratus clouds on the sweet canopy have gradually dispersed.

The moon finally leaked out.

Shine on everyone's mountains and sprinkle on everyone's shoulders.

When there is no moonlight, I always feel that there is a lack of atmosphere.

Now that the moon had finally come out, everyone felt like an annoyance.

The evening breeze that fluttered with the moonrise blew the little girl's hair even more messy.

But whether it was the sword, or the moonlight, or the wind, it couldn't make her eyes wander in the slightest.