Chapter 34, the drunkard and the bright moon

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A lamp, an old man.

The old man sat in the room, staring at the lamp, not knowing how much time had flown by. The old man still looked at the lamp, and he didn't seem to mean to stagger his gaze, as if he wanted to look until he was old.

The old man was very old, he looked to be at least sixty years old. But why would such an old man live in the only room in the Mingyue Building that no one could visit? What does this old man have to do with Mingyuexin?

Except for the old man and Mingyue Xin, no one seems to know.

The heart of the bright moon, the bright moon has no heart, how can the heart of the bright moon.

Mingyuexin doesn't know if she has a heart, but she can't feel her heart anymore, there is only one person in his heart, only Gongziyu, but does Gongziyu have her in his heart?

She didn't know, she didn't know at all.

She only knows one thing now, no matter what, she has to help Gongziyu achieve her wish, and do whatever it takes to achieve Gongziyu's wish, but Yan Nanfei, does Yan Nanfei really have the ability to defeat Chu Feng?

Mingyue's heart was not sure, she was not sure at all.

Whether it was in the past or now, she was not sure, in the past, he did not think that Yan Nanfei could defeat Ye Gucheng, and naturally he did not think that Yan Nanfei could defeat Chu Feng.

What now?

Now that she has obtained the Secret Book of Martial Arts, can Yan Nanfei, who has cultivated to the Great Advancement, defeat Chu Feng? She doesn't know, she doesn't even know if she wants Yan Nanfei to defeat Chu Feng......

On August 13, Yan Nanfei left Mingyue Tower.

Yan Nanfei can not leave Mingyue Tower, but he can't help but leave, if he still wants to get Mingyue Heart and become Gongziyu, he can only leave Mingyue Tower and leave Mingyue Heart. If he couldn't leave Mingyue Tower and Mingyuexin now, then in the decisive battle between him and Chu Feng in three days, he would definitely be defeated by Chu Feng's sword.

He is not a person who is afraid of failure, and failure is not the most terrible thing in his opinion. But this time he didn't want to lose, he didn't want to lose anyway, he was even ready to lose or die.

This time he doesn't want to lose, and he can't lose, he wants to succeed Gongziyu.

――Only after becoming Gongziyu can you get the bright moon heart.

――The heart of the bright moon only belongs to Gongzi Yu.

Yan Nanfei didn't forget this sentence, and Yan Nanfei also knew that what Mingyuexin said was the truth, if he couldn't become Gongziyu, then even if he got Mingyuexin, he could only be the one who got Mingyuexin, and he would never be able to get Mingyuexin's heart.

Although he also knows that even if he becomes Gongziyu, it is likely that he will only get Mingyuexin's person, maybe in Mingyuexin's eyes, he Yan Nanfei will always be just Gongziyu's shadow.

But he had a chance.

A wise man said that man's greatest enemy is opportunity, and man's best friend is opportunity.

Yan Nanfei would not have recognized this sentence before, but now that he has recognized this sentence, in his opinion, this sentence is too suitable for him at this moment.

He couldn't give up this opportunity, Mingyuexin let him see home.

He is a prodigal son, a prodigal son who wants to return home, so he can't give up this opportunity, he wants to become Gongzi Yu.

--Not only does he want to get Mingyuexin, but he also wants to inherit Gongziyu's wealth and power, but why does Gongziyu want to find a substitute to replace him? He didn't understand, but he didn't think much about it, because he also knew one thing, if he couldn't defeat Chu Feng in the decisive battle in three days, he wouldn't be able to see Gongziyu, and naturally he wouldn't have a chance to get everything he wanted.

Yan Nanfei has always been a calm and intelligent person, and he is a person who is very good at making choices. It was the same before, and it's the same now.

He knew that what he needed most now was rest, and he needed to immediately raise his spirit to the peak state, only then would he have a chance to get everything he wanted.

Therefore, he left Mingyue Tower and left Mingyue Heart.

Night has fallen, and darkness is like a mysterious ancient beast, which has swallowed the world in an instant.

There was only darkness left in heaven and earth.

The old man looked at the lamp, but it was already out.

There was only darkness in the room, no light.

The silence is incomparable, the silence is so unbelievable that it feels like no avail.

But in this desperate silence, the old man stayed for another two hours.

Two hours later, at the same time, the old man pushed open the door and walked out of the most mysterious but ordinary room in Mingyue Tower.

Thin clouds shone on the sky, and only a faint moonlight shone on the ground.

The old man followed the moonlight and walked to a low grave in the backyard.

The tomb is very luxurious and atmospheric, whether it is the material of the tombstone, the words on the tombstone, or the surrounding decorations and feng shui, at first glance, it is all from the hands of famous artists.

With such a magnificent, luxurious, and atmospheric tomb, I am afraid that only the Son of Heaven and the princes can be compared in the world today.

This is naturally not the tomb of the Son of Heaven, nor the tombstone of the princes, but the tomb of a person who was famous in the past, but now it is like a meteor that still shines in the sky and exists in the hearts of the people, but it has not appeared on the tomb of the people in the rivers and lakes for more than ten years.

If the people on the rivers and lakes saw this tomb, they would definitely be surprised, because the tombstone read: The tomb of Gongzi Yu has five big characters.

Gongzi Yu, swept the world with a sword in the past and won praise from the world's heroes, even the first swordsman Xue Yiren in the past was also proud to be the most eager opponent in his life, Gongzi Yu is dead?

Gongzi Yu is a legend, fifteen years ago, this person was a legend.

When Qin Huhua, the head of the Kongtong faction, had not disappeared in the rivers and lakes, and was still the first knife in the world, Qin Huhua was arrogant, he only admired one person in his life, that is, with the power of one person, Gongzi Yu who reorganized the order of martial arts, and the person he wanted to fight the most was also Gongzi Yu.

But the geese have left a voice, and the people have left a name.

Gongzi Yu, who has carved immortal traces on the rivers and lakes, is dead, and no one in the world today seems to know that Gongzi Yu is dead.

Such a great person comparable to Xiao Li Feidao Li Xunhuan, the Night Emperor, and an ordinary character in the future, actually died!

Is this true?

The grave is real, and the words carved on the tombstone are filled with a terrifying sword aura that no one can imitate.

Words, iron painted silver hooks.

The sword qi soared into the sky.

Who erected the tombstone, could it be this old man?

The old man's footsteps are still very steady, but the steady footsteps set off his older age and vicissitudes.

He walked over to the tombstone and sat down directly in front of it.

There is a jug of wine in front of the tombstone.

A pot of wine can smell the aroma of good wine from a distance.

There is a line on the jug: "This is wine for the dead, do not drink it from the living." ”

The old man looked down at the words on the flask, smiled, he tore open the note, patted the mud seal, drank it directly, and whispered: "Life is death, death is life, am I now alive or dead?"

The old man didn't know that he hadn't drunk much, he had already become drunk.

People do a lot of things when they are drunk, some people get drunk, some people sleep quietly, and some people sing.

The old man didn't have any, he only did one thing: draw his sword.

In front of the tombstone there was not only wine, but also a sword.

The sword, like the tombstone, stands straight.

The sword is not in the scabbard, only the sword.

The old man drew his sword, drew it and swung it.

In an instant, this boxy courtyard was immediately filled with a terrifying sword intent.

At this moment, even Chu Feng, Ximen Blowing Snow, and Xie Xiaofeng, the three swordsmanship masters who are known as the top swordsmen in the world today, will definitely be surprised and excited.

This old man who looks very ordinary, the swordsmanship he has displayed is unprecedentedly exquisite, and it is different from any school in the world, the essence of swordsmanship is obviously a family of its own, and the swordsmanship is not confined to the world, and the attainments are extraordinary.

Someone saw the old man dancing with a sword, it was a woman.

Mingyuexin hasn't slept yet, she sleeps late every day.

Sometimes I haven't slept in the wee hours of the morning.

When she doesn't want to sleep, she always comes to a place, and she always goes to see a tombstone.

Look at Gongzi Yu's tombstone.

Today he saw the old man he had seen during the day at the tombstone, the old man who looked older than ever.

Only now the old man held not a broom, but a sword.

A sword used by Gongzi Yu when he galloped through the rivers and lakes in the past.

That sword was the only weapon that Gongziyu had ever used when he debuted, and at this moment the weapon was in the old man's hand.

The old man held his sword and danced it.

Ming Yuexin stood on top of the tall tower in the distance, standing under the weeping willows, looking at the old man dancing the sword, looking at the old man's extraordinary skill, and looking at the old man's incomparable terrifying swordsmanship.

At this moment, the old man is not an old man, the old man has become Gongzi Yu, and he has become the high-spirited and invincible Gongzi Yu in the past.

The sword is unsheathed, and the sword is sheathed.

The old man was two people when he held the sword and when he didn't have it.

Now the old man has become an ordinary old man.

He lay in front of the grave, looking at the five big characters on the grave with iron and silver hooks, and was silent.

After I don't know how long, the old man closed his eyes and closed them heavily.

Mingyue looked at the old man and made sure that the old man had really fallen asleep, and she slowly walked down the stairs.

She is still the same light and light appearance, but under the hazy moonlight, Mingyuexin has an indescribable sense of sacredness.

She walked over to the visitor and sat down gently beside the old man.

Suddenly, she reached out very much and touched the old man's acupoint, and the old man fell asleep completely.

She looked at the old man, and she gently stroked the messy silver hair on the old man's head, revealing a face that was densely wrinkled, but she could still see the handsome face of the past.

Mingyuexin looked at the old man's face in a daze, and she didn't know how long it took before Mingyuexin withdrew her gaze, she leaned on the old man's shoulder and closed her eyes.

There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, but the tears couldn't help but flow.

The bright moon has no heart, the bright moon has no tears, but the bright moon has tears.

She burst into tears. (To be continued.) )