At night, the moonlight is like water.

When the cold moon was in the sky, Dugu Yin sat alone on the mighty lake with the ancient sword of killing in his arms.

The surface of the lake is like a mirror, and through the thick ice, you can vaguely see many swimming fish in the lake.

On the north and south banks of Cangyue Lake, the fire is as bright as day, and the noise is everywhere.

Just when some anxious spectators were waiting impatiently, there was a bronze ancient hall hanging in the air, floating in the clouds from the north.

The clouds stirred, and the bronze ancient hall roared and fell towards the surface of Cangyue Lake.

The sword intent in the bronze hall is pervasive, and it is as majestic as substance.

Immediately, the door of the bronze hall opened, and there was a sword like autumn water falling, and the sword chanted like a phoenix.

The people who used swords among the spectators in the rivers and lakes only felt that the long and short swords behind their waists were unsheathed and hung above the heads of their respective sword owners.

The sound of the sword groaned, and the sword intent converged into the sky, just like a hundred birds and a phoenix.

"Spring and Autumn?" Among the people on both sides of the river, there was an old man dressed as a scribe, his mottled eyes were wide open, his face was incredulous, he opened his mouth and muttered: "Wasn't this sword missing back then? How could it fall into the hands of the descendants of the Bai family of Northern Qin?"

"I didn't expect that even Mo Lao was shocked!"

In the crowd, someone recognized the identity of the old man and couldn't help but exclaim.

Thirty-six families in Kyushu, the master of the giants of the Momen lineage, the six-fingered Mo Xuanlin.

Eight hundred years ago, he was the bull ear of the Mo family, and seven hundred years ago, he fought against the dragon lord of the East China Sea.

Although he claims to be an ink artist, what he does is the way to kill.

Even the Holy Emperor of the previous generation of Northern Qin, when he saw this old man, he had to bow down and shout uncle.

A long time ago, there were rumors in Kyushu that the old ancestor of the Momen lineage survived the catastrophe of heaven and man three hundred years ago, but he sat in the secret realm of the Mo family.

I don't want to, in this life and this life, I will reappear in the world.

......

Above the nine skies, in the sea of clouds, there are flying boats in the sky.

The girl surnamed Mi looked down, her pupils shrank slightly, and she said softly: "This old guy, didn't you hear that you went to visit friends in Daegu overseas a while ago, and you won't reappear in Kyushu in a hundred years, when will you come back?"

Yun Zhongjun lay cross-legged, holding the teacup in his hand and spinning lightly, and said with a smile: "Sister, look carefully, it's just an out-of-body incarnation of the Mo family's unicorn." Otherwise, with that old thing's character, where would he be willing to wait so quietly for a day, he would have overturned Cangyue Lake a long time ago. ”

"Indeed..."The girl surnamed Mi was relieved, nodded slightly, covered her mouth and smiled, without losing her innocence and romance.

"Grass reckless hidden dragon snake, tonight, there are a lot of acquaintances!" Yun Zhongjun sighed lightly, got up slowly, took the bamboo pole from the old servant of the boat, and said with a smile: "There are a few even if you and I see it, I'm afraid they all have to shout the old ancestor, these old guys, they must have noticed something, otherwise they wouldn't have such idleness to come to see this excitement." ”

"Let's avoid it first!"

With that, the sleeve robe waved, and with a slight glide from the clouds, the flying boat disappeared into the clouds.

......

"Roar!"

The dragon groaned, and the killing sword was unsheathed.

On the shore of Cangyue Lake, there are dragons and phoenixes chanting together, fighting against each other, and not losing a cent.

Dugu Yin, who had been silent for a long time, jumped up, stood in the void, looked at the white figure that stepped out of the bronze ancient hall, and chuckled: "White girl, your demeanor is still so enviable. ”

There was a white dress slowly walked out of the bronze ancient hall, raised lightly with his bare hands, and held it gently, the famous Spring and Autumn Period, which was also the narrow ancient sword that buried the luck of the entire Spring and Autumn Period in the Northern Regions, was lightly held in her hand.

White Girl?

Everyone watching the battle was surprised and looked at each other.

I don't know that the blood rakshasa of the Beiliang Dugu family is crazy, and he dares to tease the little killing god of Northern Qin who is famous for killing like this.

Everyone in the world knows that the little killing god of the Bai family in Northern Qin is the man's body.

Isn't it a great taboo to call a man or a girl?

"Should I call you Dugu Yin, or Jiang Ponu?"

In the haze, the graceful posture makes people not really see it.

But the voice was clearly a woman.

Moreover, she must be the wonderful woman in the world.

There are clouds covering the crescent moon and starlight.

The people watching the battle on both sides of the strait finally saw clearly that under the starry sky, that figure was really a woman.

There are beautiful women in the northern country, who are left behind and independent.

The crowd exclaimed, in disbelief.

Especially, those who have seen Bai Zhong before, all sighed.

Come to think of it, after tonight, Kyushu will not be calm.

The little killing god of Northern Qin, who has been hiding from the world for so many years, turned out to be a woman.

The wind rose, and the long hair of a woman whose real name was Bai Qixian danced with the wind.

Green silk is like smoke, and people are like immortals.

She looked at the person not far in front of her, her expression was calm, and her eyes were extremely complicated.

Like hate, not hate.

If it is said to be love, it is not necessarily true.

In short, women in the world either love someone very much, or they hate a person very much.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to have such a complicated look.

Dugu Yin didn't speak, holding the sword in his hand, looking at the snow-white fox fur on her shoulders, there was a touch of pain in her eyes, and it was fleeting.

Under the fox fur, there are nine tails swaying, spotted scarlet, faintly visible.

"At the beginning, it was me and her who owed you too much. ”

After a long time, he finally sighed softly, and his voice was mellow.

"Today, does this battle have to happen?" Dugu Yin stroked the long sword in his hand, as if talking to himself, more like confiding in the person in front of him, his voice was very soft and low, "Five hundred years ago, I cut the flesh and bones to repay the kindness of your Bai family, and you also beheaded her in her previous life. White girl, can't you still erase the hatred in your heart after five hundred years?"

Bai Qixian looked at Dugu Yin stupidly, and suddenly smiled, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the finger holding the Spring and Autumn Sword was embedded in the flesh for three points, and his voice trembled slightly, "Yes, five hundred years...... Jiang Ponu, five hundred years ago, before you met the Qingqiu fox and the girl, what kind of pride did you have? ”

Before the words fell, Bai Qixian had already appeared in front of Dugu Yin, the long sword pointed directly at the throat of the Blood Rakshasa, laughing and crying, "You said that eternal life and eternity will live up to me, but what about after that?"

Dugu Yin looked at her, looked at her eyes, looked at the pain in her eyes.

raised his hand, and finally fell down again.

"I'm sorry!"

Even if he doesn't admit it, all kinds of causes and effects are caused by him alone.

There was nothing wrong with Bai Qixian, she was the one who teased her first, and then she was the one who took her on herself.

"Excuse me?" Bai Qixian withdrew the long sword in his hand, took two steps back slightly, and looked at Dugu Yin, strange and familiar.

is unfamiliar, but he is no longer the white clothes of the Jiang family five hundred years ago.

Familiar, but because of those eyes, she was still fascinated as she was five hundred years ago, and she was fascinated by death.

Bai Qixian smiled self-deprecatingly: "You are not him after all, and you don't need to say sorry." Five hundred years ago, I practiced swords for him, stepped into the rivers and lakes for him, and personally stabbed the Qingqiu demon fox under the sword. ”

After that, she looked at him, word by word, her voice was very soft and cold, "Dugu Yin, in the past and this life, you and I don't owe each other." Today's war is only for a ten-year covenant. ”

Dugu Yin, or the white clothes of the Jiang family five hundred years ago, looked at the graceful woman in front of him.

Under the moonlight, there was a mist on the face of the white fairy, and it was hazy.

Holding the killing sword horizontally in his hand, he nodded lightly, sighed abruptly, and said, "Okay! Ten years of appointment, Miss Wangbai must not show mercy to her subordinates." ”

The two staggered, and the stars were dim.

Sword out.

The sword falls.

Cangyue Lake, in an instant, was like a bronze mirror that fell to the ground, torn apart and shattered.

Thousands of ice cubes rose from the surface of the lake, rolling up huge waves.

Before the people on the shore could react, the vast lake, along with the bronze ancient hall, was gone.

Vaguely, there seems to be a sword chanting above the nine heavens, like a dragon chanting and a phoenix.

The moon rhyme, the breeze and the moon.

The dragon breaks its horns, and the phoenix folds its wings.

A broken sword fell from the sky, and some people recognized that it was the ancient sword Spring and Autumn.

There is no shortage of unborn old monsters hidden in the crowd, but no one can see who wins and who loses this battle.

It's just that since then, for a hundred years, the Northern Liang Blood Rakshasa and the Northern Qin Little Killing God have not reappeared in the world.

Two people, it seems, completely disappeared from Kyushu.

It is recorded in the book of Bai Xiaosheng in later generations that on this day, the stars were dim because of one person.

The Bai family has a female immortal, who folds the sword in the spring and autumn on the shore of Cangyue Lake, and realizes the immortal into the sword immortal, and soars to become an immortal under the moon.

This is the end and the beginning.

The God King's relics are in the world, making many spectators the protagonists of tonight.

The sky is bright, the blood stains the moon, and the rich bloody atmosphere is like a Shura field in the world.

The people who survived were silent.

For a long time later, no one knew how many Jianghu dragon pythons buried their bones in the moon that night......

......

The night is like ink, and Cangyue Village is quiet and serene.

There is a woman, independent of the head of the village, like a stone statue.

The three souls returned from the forgotten river, and the red sleeves finally remembered the past and present lives.

It seems that it is still the fisherman's woman.

It's just such an ordinary fisherwoman, but she has a transcendent tranquility.

She is the red sleeves, and she is also the Lechuan Taolin Luo Xuanji.

Red Sleeves is waiting for someone.

Wait until sunset from sunrise to sunset.

She knew that the man would be back tonight.

Sure enough, she wasn't disappointed.

On the ancient road outside the village, a figure in a white robe gradually appeared, from far to near.

It was Dugu Yin, and he was standing at the end of the snow-paved ancient road.

The scarlet sword robe is no more, and neither is the killing sword.

The only white robe was stained with blood and mottled.

Dugu Yin walked slowly, but steadily.

Looking at the red robe in the distance, he laughed.

He knew that she was waiting for him.

Waiting for yourself right here.

Ten years of waiting, five hundred years of waiting.

"Sorry for waiting so long. ”

That year, the winter snow fell early, and the twilight of previous years was not as cold as this year.

On the dead branches, covered with a layer of ice-white moonlight.

Now the small courtyard behind the famous girl with red sleeves is even more lonely.

For a moment, Red Sleeves felt that none of this was so real.

The peach forest in Lethe, the old peach tree in the ancient village, and the people getting closer and closer in front of him seem to be like a dream.

"What's the fuss?"

"I miss the peach blossom wine you brewed!"

Watching the man walk towards her, he held the wine cup in his hand in front of her, as if he was in a different world.

She thought that probably the great blessings she had cultivated in her previous life were used in exchange for meeting him in this life.

"It won't be long before you return. After taking the wine cup, Red Sleeves turned around and walked into the small courtyard, squatted down and took out a jar of aged wine from the wine cellar under the old tree, patted open the sealing mud and carefully poured the amber elixir into the cup, pretending to be casual and said: "Where are you going after that? If you don't know, it's better to stay." ”

"Good. ”

A promise, two lifetimes owed.

At this moment, the flower moon wine is idle, as if it was the first time I met under the eaves of the king five hundred years ago.

In this life, you will never live up to it, and you can work together to stay in seclusion.