() The bright moon is clear, like frost and snow.

But it's just as cold and lonely.

If Leng Thirteen's sword is a bright moon in a clear sky, quiet and serene, then Zi's abandoned sword is a cold moon hidden behind the clouds in a round of wind and moon, condensing this despair in the poignant.

Leng Thirteen's sword was created by Leng Yuanxiao back then, and Ziqi's sword was learned from his mother Nalan Bixin.

In other words, this is not a fight between Leng Yuanxiao and Nalan Bixin.

Leng Yuanxiao suddenly had an illusion, as if he saw a poignant and moving figure from Ziqi's sword intent, but in a blink of an eye, he could only see the cold moon hidden behind the clouds.

Yes, this cold moon is Nalan Bixin.

This sword is full of gentleness, thoughtfulness, poignantness, and loneliness, but there is no hatred and despair. Just like Nalan Bixin, even before she died, when she recalled Leng Yuanxiao, she didn't have the slightest hatred in her heart.

Encounter is the origin, and the fate of parting is extinguished.

All this is fate, Nalan Bi accepts it with his heart, and he has never regretted it.

Leng Yuanxiao suddenly understood the meaning of Ziqi's sword, this was Nalan Bixin's attempt to meet him again after many years, and this time Nalan Bixin wanted to tell himself:

If you love someone purely, why should you hate?

Leng Yuanxiao suddenly whimpered, and two lines of hot tears immediately welled up.

This is no longer the thirteenth sword of the Leng family created by the two back then, but the thirteenth sword of his own that Nalan Bixin wrote down with all his own efforts in the last few years, just to let himself meet Leng Yuanxiao again through Ziqi.

Han Yue lightly covered her delicate face, just like when the two met, Nalan Bixin, who covered her face with a light veil, had a pair of beautiful eyes that did not belong to the world.

One glance is a lifetime of forgetting.

The two swords struck each other so indifferently.

There was no bursting wind, no sharp waves, and the two long swords rose into the air in unison, hanging upside down in the moonlight.

The moonlight is cold, like a splendid chapter.

The bright moon hanging high above Leng Thirteen's head dissipated like foam, and the cold moon and melancholy clouds above Ziqi's head also seemed to have never appeared in general disappearance and intangibility.

This sword is actually a dead end.

No, it should be said that this is the consummation.

Because Nalan Bixin under the Nine Springs finally turned his eyes away.

Ziqi always remembered the words that his mother grabbed her little hand before she died, stared into her eyes, and said word by word:

"Ziqi, live well, if you are lucky enough to meet your father, then show him the last sword that your mother taught you. ”

At that time, Ziqi was still young, just nodded ignorantly, and Nalan Bixin also closed his eyes peacefully at this time and passed away.

It wasn't until he practiced the thirteenth sword that Ziqi knew that this sword was the last thought that his mother left for his father and himself.

There's a mother's in it

Shadow.

Therefore, the reason why Ziqi insisted on dueling with Leng Thirteen was not to do anything, but to let his father see this sword.

I also saw Nalan Bixin in this sword.

Ziqi's cold eyes were filled with tears for the first time.

Mother, I brought your words.

"Fourth brother, let's go. ”

After saying that, Ziqi turned around and left silently, he didn't want to stay here for a few more moments.

In the past, he would only follow behind Shang Zhengyu, and this was the first time he had walked in front.

Shang Zhengyu raised his hand and made a move, listening to the rain and twilight snow sword return to its sheath, he took one last look at Leng Yuanxiao's side. Leng Thirteen was stunned on the spot, Jiang Yan was thoughtful, and Leng Yuanxiao was in tears.

"So be it. ”

This is Ziqi's decision, and Shang Zhengyu respects his brother's choice. He turned and walked away, and disappeared into the forest with Ziqi.

The Chinese army camp, at this moment the war is nearing its end. All the masters who came had come have been wiped out, and only a few have escaped from this place, but it is harmless.

This assassination plan against Mu Yuntian has already failed.

Moreover, the front line also sent good news, the strange soldiers deployed by Mu Yuntian had already scattered Lianshan's flank formation, and they set off, and the entire battle situation in Lianshan had gradually lost its balance and was developing in the direction of its favor.

With Mu Yuntian's ability, he would definitely be able to rely on this open gap to continuously expand his advantage and completely defeat the defenders of Liangzhou.

It's only a matter of time.

Zi Qi, who returned to the barracks, didn't say a word, just found a place where no one was to sit quietly, and no one was allowed to approach. The others didn't know what was going on, so Shang Zhengyu called everyone and told everyone what had happened in the forest before.

Hearing that there is such a development in the follow-up, everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and they all don't know how to persuade Zi Qi.

Shang Zhengyu gave Wan Yan Jing a look, Wan Yan Jing nodded, quietly walked to Zi Qi and sat down, and without saying a word, he opened his arms and hugged Zi Qi into his arms. As time went on, Ziqi began to sob faintly, and finally turned into a howling cry, like a child who has lost everything.

Wan Yanjing always patted Zi Qi's back gently, using her body and mind to appease Zi Qi.

Now that it's vented, it should be fine.

The rest will only depend on time to heal.

Shang Zhengyu beckoned everyone to leave here, leaving the space for Ziqi and Wan Yanjing.

In the past few days, news of victory has been transmitted from the front, and Mu Yuntian's army of doom thorn birds has also continued to move forward, and has entered the territory of Liangzhou.

At the same time, news also came from the Dongfang family that they had sent troops to completely defeat the defenders in the east of Liangzhou, and Lianshan now had only one choice, that is, to keep shrinking southward.

Everyone has been recuperating in the Chinese army camp these days, first, to protect Mu Yuntian from reuniting

Someone from the Heavenly Dao is attacking again, and the plan of the follow-up people is also discussed.

According to Shang Zhengyu's estimate, one day he will be able to defeat the vicinity of Pinglan Mountain, and that is where Leng Yue Mountain Villa is located.

Pinglan Mountain, Cold Moon Villa.

Although Leng Yuanxiao was saved by Leng Shisan and Jiang Yan, he also brought the worst news that everyone in the villa wanted to hear.

The line failed, and Liangzhou was about to be lost.

These days, the Leng Moon Villa has been in a mess, and many branches of the Leng family have quietly fled the villa, and the people in the rivers and lakes who were originally clamoring for life and death with the Leng Moon Villa have also disappeared one by one.

They are almost Leng Yuanxiao's subordinates in the Hetian Dao, and now that Leng Yuanxiao's mission has failed, the fate of him and Leng Yue Villa is self-evident, and the natural tree is scattered.

Now it is no longer a secret that the Yuanji Phoenix Pillow Tower is no longer the base camp of Hetiandao, as the so-called good birds choose trees to perch on, and the vast majority of people go directly south into Yanjing and defect to Liu Jinkui's subordinates in the Yuanji Phoenix Pillow Tower.

This chaos made Cold Moon Villa a lot deserted in an instant, and only the only one who could stay here was Leng Yue Villa's own family, except for the three members of Leng Yuanxiao's family, there were only a few elders and their heirs left, plus some subordinates and maids loyal to the Leng family, but more than a hundred people.

Leng Yuanxiao's heart was like ashes, although his external injuries had improved greatly after applying the wound medicine, and most of his internal injuries had healed, he still had no energy.

There is no cure for heartache.

Leng Yuanxiao ordered people to load all the valuables and classics, took one last look at Leng Yue Villa, sighed, and finally left this place.

This is the Leng family's foundation for hundreds of years, if it weren't for the grim situation, he really didn't want to leave.

But when he thought of Fan Yang'a's iron-blooded methods, he had to go.

First, he wanted to avoid Fan Yang'a, and second, he also wanted to avoid Mu Yuntian's army all the way to the south, Leng Yuanxiao divided the hundreds of people of the Leng family into several teams, and left separately.

On the carriage, Leng Yuanxiao closed his eyes to maintain his health, Leng Shisan personally drove the carriage, and Jiang Yan served by Leng Yuanxiao's side.

There are only a dozen people in this pair, which is the smallest number of people in the Leng family.

"We're going to Wujiang Ferry. In front of the car, Leng Thirteen whipped a horsewhip, and the frame was two steps faster.

Jiang Yan said: "If we go a few days further, we will be able to enter the territory of Wanzhou, and when the time comes, we will be incognito and find a quiet place to live in seclusion, and it may not be a bad thing." ”

Leng Yuanxiao sighed lightly and was noncommittal.

At this moment, the horses in front of the carriage suddenly let out a long neigh, and at the same time, a figure suddenly fell from the sky and smashed down in front of the carriage, only a few feet away from the carriage, and the smoke and dust that rose made it impossible to see his face clearly, but the evil qi emitted from the body directly enveloped the convoy through the smoke and dust!

Leng Yuanxiao instantly opened his eyes and frowned, "Are you still here?"