"Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon!"

Huan Changqiang, who was out of trouble, held back the emptiness in his body and quickly performed the fourth move of the Spring and Autumn Nine Swords. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the same time, the Spring and Autumn Magic Brush dances rapidly in the air, and a beautiful picture unfolds, blending with the artistic conception of spring flowers and autumn moon.

At this time, Huan Chang felt a strong crisis, and he no longer dared to be careless, and was ready to use all means to quickly kill Kong Wenzhao.

Because of the Taishan swordsmanship that Kong Wenzhao just performed, it was really too weird and terrifying, and the means of depriving the five senses, Huan Chang still had some palpitations even if he had already gotten out of trouble.

Spring Blossom Autumn Moon is similar to a support move, based on Huan Chang's huge spiritual sense, to build a beautiful illusion, which can evoke memories of good things in the hearts of enemies.

When the light released by the spring flowers and autumn moon enveloped Kong Wenzhao, the inexplicable power continued to erode the other party, and Kong Wenzhao's eyes that were originally full of murderous intent suddenly became confused.

"Daddy!"

In front of Kong Wenzhao, a young warrior appeared, holding a wooden sword in his hand and constantly practicing his moves.

"Wen Zhao, do you remember?"

After a long time, the young warrior put away his sword and stood, and came to Kong Wenzhao's side and said with a loving face.

"Remembered. ”

Kong Wenzhao replied, but his voice was extremely immature, and he looked down at his body, but found that he had become a six-year-old child.

A look of doubt flashed in Kong Wenzhao's heart, but he was quickly interrupted by the voice of the young martial artist.

"Then Wen Zhao will take this wooden sword and practice. ”

Six-year-old Kong Wenzhao took the wooden sword, his little face was full of seriousness, and he imitated his father's movements and began to practice the sword.

"Okay, good, my son is really a martial arts genius!"

After the tea kung fu, the young Kong Wenzhao finally finished the swordsmanship, and the young warrior hurriedly stepped forward to pick him up, wiped the sweat off Kong Wenzhao's little face, and laughed out loud with joy.

"Daddy is so good to me!"

Feeling his father's slightly rough hands and the pride on his face, Xiao Kong Wenzhao's heart was full of sweetness.

The picture kept scrolling, Kong Wenzhao fell into the memories and couldn't extricate himself, he had forgotten that he was now fighting for life and death, with a happy smile on the corner of his mouth.

The trick of Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon is already very powerful, and it is used by Huan Chang, who has a huge spiritual sense, and the power is even more unpredictable.

In addition, Kong Wenzhao had just performed Taishan swordsmanship one after another, and he had already overdrawn his spiritual sense and true qi, so he fell into the illusion and couldn't extricate himself.

Huan Chang held the Zhanlu sword in his hand, slowly walked to Kong Wenzhao's side, and prepared to stab the sword down.

However, when he saw the sweet, happy smile on the corner of Kong Wenzhao's mouth, the sword in his hand couldn't be pierced no matter what.

"If I kill him like this, for Kong Wenzhao, it may be a good fate to die without pain in good memories. ”

"But is it really right that I evoke good memories of others, and after making them abandon killing and all kinds of hatred, they mercilessly kill them?"

Huan Chang's eyes were confused, and he felt that this was a bit too cruel.

"Spring flowers and autumn moons symbolize beauty, but behind this beauty there is an infinite murderous intention, isn't it too ironic?"

He couldn't understand why the ancestor of the Book Sword Pavilion would create such a move back then.

The smile on Kong Wenzhao's face was still so bright, Huan often aimed Zhan Lu at the other party's heart, but he couldn't stab it no matter what.

"Kill, kill, kill, Ah Chang, kill him!"

Just when Huan Chang hesitated, a disciple of Yangjia Village rushed forward, hugged Huan Chang and held Zhan Lu's right hand and stabbed him fiercely.

With Huan Chang's martial arts, he was actually fully capable of shaking that villager away, but after thinking of the corpses of those villagers who fell in a pool of blood, he still didn't do that after all.

"Poof!"

Zhan Lu sharpened iron like clay, even if Huan Chang didn't use force, he easily pierced Kong Wenzhao's heart, and red blood splattered out, dyeing Huan Chang and the villager's clothes red.

"Poof!"

The heart was pierced, and Kong Wenzhao finally woke up from that good memory, and suddenly spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

After he opened his eyes, there was no resentment in his eyes, but he looked at Zhan Lu who pierced his heart with some regret.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Kong Wenzhao coughed violently, even though his body was extremely strong, his vitality was also passing rapidly at this time, and the blood quickly stained his clothes red.

"Thank you, let me get back to my heart, at least not with resentment and unwillingness before I die. ”

Although Kong Wenzhao coughed up blood, there was gratitude in his eyes when he looked at Huan Chang, but his originally bright eyes were rapidly losing their brilliance.

"My heart is to stay away from the fighting, to become a parent official for the benefit of one party, and to be loved by the people. ”

"In his spare time, he writes, paints, and talks with Confucian scholars away from the rivers and lakes. ”

"But the persecution and pressure from my father and the sect made me unable to compromise after struggling and doing a lot of things that went against my heart. ”

"The sect collapsed, my father died tragically, and I ended up living in pain every day, carrying the burden of blood and rebuilding the sect, and I was physically and mentally exhausted all day long. ”

"Since then, I have forgotten my ideals, the life I wanted, and even the beauty of this world. ”

"In my eyes, there is only hatred and the weight of responsibility. ”

"Just now, I recalled the beautiful things I had experienced in my life, and although I was interrupted before I could completely re-experience it, I was content with it. ”

"Even if I die, I have found my former self again. ”

"In this life, there are no regrets!"

Kong Wenzhao did not speak.

But at this moment, Huan Chang actually felt so many complicated emotions from the other party's gradually dimming eyes, and he couldn't help but shake in his heart.

At this time, Huan Chang seemed to understand a little why Kong Wenzhao, who was the young gang leader of the Juye Gang back then, was willing to hide his identity in Pingyang City for many years and became a small deputy city lord.

He also felt that in the past five years, the pain and pressure on Kong Wenzhao's body have almost made him forget his heart and forget the beauty of this world.

This heavy shackle actually gave Huan Chang a strong resonance and sense of belonging.

Huan Chang left Xiao Yun and resolutely went to Mingjian Villa, in order to strengthen the Song State as an official for five years, and the heavy burden he carried after the country was broken, how similar to Kong Wenzhong's experience.

Seeing that Kong Wenzhong realized that he let go of all his hatred because of the artistic conception of spring flowers and autumn moon, but finally died in his own hands, Huan Chang couldn't help but feel a strong sense of guilt in his heart.

"Senpai, Senpai, Senpai!"

Huan Chang stepped forward, hugged Kong Wenzhao's body in his arms, and shouted loudly.

However, the other party did not respond in the slightest, and his body gradually became cold.