It's halfway through the night.

The snow in Nagato is getting heavier and heavier.

Su Changan tossed and turned in bed.

Mo Tingyu leaned against the wall, holding his knife in his arms. In two hours he was going to set out to kill the man he had decided to kill ten years earlier.

Su Changan is still too young. He was only fourteen years old. He only knew that death was a very bad thing, but what exactly is death and what happens when it dies. He doesn't quite understand it yet.

"I don't know your name yet. Su Changan sat up, and he saw Mo Tingyu's figure in the dark.

"Don't listen to the rain. Mo Tingyu replied, his eyes closed, but he never fell asleep. He was just waiting, breath after breath, and every breath that passed meant that he was closer to seeing her. Just thinking about it made him feel as if his blood was about to burn.

"My name is Su Changan. Su Changan said.

"Well, that's a good name. Mo Tingyu praised him very seriously. "Aren't you sleeping, don't you have to go to the academy tomorrow?"

Su Changan suddenly wanted to cry, I am going to the academy tomorrow, but you are going to die.

I will study in the academy tomorrow, I will secretly watch Momo, and I will be ridiculed by Ji Dao and Wang Hong.

But you will take your sword on your back, and slay him in your mouth, and never return.

Su Changan suddenly understood what death was.

Thinking of this, his tears could not be stopped any longer.

"I haven't seen you with a knife yet. You're leaving, never coming back. I can't find anyone to teach me the knife again. Su Changan said with a crying voice.

He didn't want to cry, he tried to pretend to be an adult. He felt that adults should be like Mo Tingyu and face life and death calmly. But he couldn't do it after all, after all, he was only a fourteen-year-old boy.

Mo Tingyu was silent, he naturally heard Su Changan's crying. He didn't know how to comfort him, for he knew he was going to die, just as she was going to die. But inevitably something strange happened in his heart, since his master shook the light and died, the world regarded him as a shoe, and he thought that no one would grieve for him in this life. But at this moment, in front of his eyes, a teenager who had just known him for a few days cried so truly.

Mo Tingyu felt that he should do something.

"My master's name is Shaoguang, one of the eight stars of the human race, and I am his only disciple. He walked up to Su Changan, stretched out his hand, and wiped away Su Changan's tears as gently as possible.

Su Changan raised his head suspiciously, looking at Mo Tingyu's eyes. In the darkness, his eyes sparkled.

"Later, when he died, I was the only disciple of the Shake Light lineage. When I die, the inheritance will be broken. I don't want to lose my life, I'm already very sorry for my master, I can't let him down anymore. Mo Tingyu paused, as if he had made a very important decision.

"Therefore, if I die. You are the only disciple of the Shake Light lineage. ”

Su Changan's expression changed from puzzled to stunned, from puzzled to surprised. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.

"I will take you with me when I kill her, I will use a knife, and I will only use this knife, how much you can learn depends on your ability. If you learn that you are the successor of my shaking line, if you can't learn it, you are also the successor of my shaking lineage. ”

"As long as you are alive, you will be the heir of my lineage. Don't listen to the last words of the rain, and there is a loud voice.

He not only told Su Chang'an, but also told the spies who followed him all the way from Chang'an, and even more to the masters behind these spies.

He killed the star death of the demon clan for the world, no matter what happened, the world owes him a favor. He exchanged this favor for Su Changan's worry-free life.

The snow in Nagato was heavier.

In the middle of the snowy night, a woman walked towards Nagato.

She wore a red palace dress, and her clothes fluttered in the cold wind, like a flame in the night.

She was barefoot with a bell hanging from it, tinkling in the snow like a stream of a mountain stream.

Her face is not powdered, but it is incredibly beautiful, like a fairy who has fallen into the mortal dust.

"You're finally here. The woman murmured, "I've been waiting for you for ten years." ”

The gate of Nagato Town is three feet high, and because of the tense situation ahead, there are not many soldiers patrolling Nagato at night.

But when it comes to women, they turn a blind eye.

Even the city gates were nothing to her.

She raised her hand slightly, and the shaft of the gate made a whining sound and slowly opened.

She walked barefoot into the gates, which, as if commanded by some kind, whined again, and then slowly closed.

She was not in a hurry during the whole process, and the soldiers on the night patrol passed in front of her, but they turned a blind eye. Even the snow she had stepped on was as smooth as if it had just been paved, without any footprints, as if she had never walked from there.

And in a certain room of an unknown inn in Nagato.

A young girl in Tsing Yi sat cross-legged.

The moment the woman in red stepped into Nagato Town, the girl's eyes suddenly opened.

She got up, put the veil on her face, pinned the jade flute around her waist, bowed slightly, and disappeared into a streamer in the room.

At this time, the starlight suddenly lit up and shone on Su Changan's face through the window.

His mouth opened wider and wider, as if he could no longer close it.

In just a few breaths, he has changed from a boy in Changmen Town who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it, to the only heir in the world except Mo Tingyu.

Although Su Changan didn't know what the shaking light pulse was, he knew that this thing was definitely not simple when he heard the name.

"I ......," he finally came to his senses, just about to say something. only to find that Mo Tingyu's brows slowly converged towards the bridge of his nose, and finally wrinkled. Then, inexplicably, Mo Tingyu's brows stretched, and his face returned to his previous calmness.

"She's coming for me. Mo Tingyu said.

"Who's coming?" Su Changan's question was only half asked, and he already knew the answer. Because he saw that Mo Tingyu's left hand with a knife began to tremble, and he knew that the person Mo Tingyu was going to kill was coming.

He didn't wait for Mo Tingyu to look for him, but came to the door himself. Su Changan began to get nervous, he didn't know if such a change would affect Mo Tingyu's plan.

He tried to see something from Mo Tingyu's face, but found that it was only in vain - except for a frown at the beginning, Mo Tingyu's face was always so unwavering.

Bite.

Bite......

Bite......

Suddenly, there was a bell on a snowy night.

From far to near, it is like an empty valley and an orchid, and like a mountain and flowing water.

Su Changan felt a chill for no reason, and the clear bell fell in his ears, as if Yan Luo was urging him.

Hula.

The door of Su Chang'an's house was opened by some invisible force, and a woman in red came from afar and stood in front of the courtyard gate of Su Chang'an's house. She looked at Mo Tingyu in a daze, at the scumbag at the corner of his mouth, and at his angular face. I worked hard to connect the somewhat sloppy man in front of me with the young man of the year.

Finally, she sighed. "I'm coming." ”

At that moment, the wind and snow stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the moonlight and starlight fell. Reflected in the snow, reflected on the woman.

Her clothes were fluttering, like a god.

Only then did Su Changan understand that Mo Tingyu was not going to kill a person, but a god.

"You're early. Mo Tingyu got up and turned his head to look at the woman in front of him, his voice was flat. But Su Changan clearly saw that Mo Tingyu's hand trembled even more.

"A moment earlier, a moment later, it doesn't make much difference. The woman said truthfully.

Mo Tingyu didn't speak, he walked out of the door in silence, stood in the snow, and stood five meters away.

Seeing this, Su Changan hurriedly followed, stood aside, and looked at the two people present with a nervous expression. I vaguely felt that the relationship between the two was not as simple as I imagined.

"You're getting old. The woman said again, her tone sounding like a greeting between old friends she hadn't seen in years.

"But you haven't changed at all, and you're as beautiful as you were back then. Mo Tingyu's expression was a little trance-like, as if he had returned to ten years ago, the girl who was chasing him all over Chang'an City, was standing in front of him at this time. She is still the same as back then, with bright eyebrows and teeth, beautiful and moving, as if time has never crossed her face.

It's just that when he called her Wutong, as long as he stretched out his hand, she would throw herself into his arms with a smile on her face.

Now that the world calls her Yingfu, he has to draw a knife at her and swing it at her lifestar. Then I got rid of the grievances of the past ten years, and also the lovesickness of the past ten years.

It's a strange feeling, and it's suspicious.

You can't tell which is real in the present or the past, you want to slap yourself in the face, and then you suddenly sit up from the bed. Your Master is still looking at you lovingly, and you reach out to your girl, and she will still throw herself into your arms like she has done for ten years.

Mo Tingyu hates such feelings. He had nothing but the knife in his hand.

So he raised his hand, placed the knife across his chest, and held the hilt in his right hand. He hadn't held a knife for ten years, and his knife was lonely, and the moment he felt the hands of his owner, a knife roared into the sky.

At that time, everything was silent, and all kinds of beasts were sting.

But the sword roared like a dragon, straight into the sky, like the reunion of a long-lost warrior, and like the desolation of dry bones on the battlefield.

He will cut it all with his sword.

Whether it's real or illusory, it doesn't matter if it's a grievance. With just one slash, everything is over.

"The people from the Star Pavilion are here. The woman turned a deaf ear to Mo Tingyu's actions, and still said to herself. "I will surely die. ”

"Yes, you will surely die. Mo Tingyu's eyes became cold.

"But if the sword is unsheathed, you will surely die. You can't control your ten-year sword intent. The woman looked at Mo Tingyu, her eyes flashed with an inexplicable light, resentment, and reluctance.

"Ten years ago, I was dead. Mo Tingyu pulled out the knife, and the blade shone with a penetrating light in the starlight and snow. "Standing in front of you now is the evil ghost crawling out of hell, and the only thing left is the Shura. ”

Su Changan saw it clearly, and at that moment, the starlight between heaven and earth seemed to have become dim, and only Mo Tingyu's sword light was still like daylight.

It was only then that Su Changan understood.

It's not a fight between two people.

It was a battle between two gods.