To the north of Chang'an City, about 500 miles, there is a high platform.

This station is called the Stargazing Observatory.

The height of the platform is 300 zhang, the bottom is square and the top is round, and the meaning of the sky is round. The top of the platform is engraved with two instruments and four images, and eight star lanterns are placed in eight directions.

At this time, there are two figures at the top of the platform - the old man and the boy.

The old man was dressed in a seven-star robe, with white hair and crane face, sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

The boy combed a pair of cupola mustaches, and his small face was carved in pink and jade, which was indescribably cute.

"Master, is there something unknown to the disciple?" said the boy in a crisp voice.

"What's the matter?" said Lao Dao, looking at the night sky with his hands in his hands.

Chang'an has just stopped raining, at this time the sky is clear, the night sky is full of brilliant stars, only a star in the southwest corner is dim.

"In the imperial court, it is said that the glow confusion will be killed by Mo Tingyu, but the dark matter has appeared in the Yingfu life star, and if the rain is not chopped or not, the life star of the glowing confusion will be eaten by the dark matter sooner or later. What does the death of Yingfu have to do with Mo Tingyu. ”

"Huh. The old Taoist smiled and said: "Numerology is mysterious, it is related to cause and effect, and cause and effect are unpredictable, so numerology is unpredictable." It's just that if there was no reason for the Glowing Confusion to kill the Shaking Light back then, there would be no Listening to the Rain Northland today to cut the Luminous Confusion. Back then, the confusion was the cause, and the rain was the effect. Today, don't listen to the rain as the cause, and the glow is the effect. This cause begets effect, and effect begets cause, and cause begets effect. Who can say that the dark nature of the Radiant Confusion Star was not born because Mo Tingyu went to the Northland?"

"Oh......" The boy nodded as if he didn't understand, the theory of cause and effect was too profound, and how could he, a child, understand.

"What about that child? What will happen to him? Didn't Mo Tingyu pass on the Shaking Light lineage to him?" the boy suddenly asked again.

"That kid?" Lao Dao hesitated slightly, and after a while, he said.

"That child was originally an ordinary man, but after today, cause and effect are connected to the three stars. ”

"Three?" the boy wrenched his fingers, but he couldn't count the three stars.

"Yes. Lao Dao's face was a little heavy, "Maybe tonight in addition to Yingfu, there are two other great powers involved, but it's just about the death of the stars, and I can't really see it as a teacher." ”

"It's just one thing that is certain, that kid has a lineage of shaking light, and those jackals in Chang'an City will definitely think of recruiting him into Kyoto from the beginning and getting some benefits out of him. ”

"Mo Tingyu wants to use the identity of shaking the light to be this child's talisman, but although his sword skills are unique in the world, he doesn't understand the sinister hearts of people in this world after all, and Chang'an City is full of jackals!"

The boy didn't know much about the old way, so he could only open his eyes wide and look at the back of the old man in a daze.

And at this time in the town of Nagato.

Mo Tingyu pulled out the knife again, and at this time the knife was half out of the sheath. The momentum on Mo Tingyu's body was rising with every breath, and the sword intent that had been hidden in the scabbard for ten years was rushing out like a beast in the wilderness at this moment.

The sword was like a shower of rain and a wind. Blowing a place of wind and snow, covering the starry sky.

"You don't have to. No matter how the surrounding situation changed, Yingyu's eyes were always fixed on Mo Tingyu. She suddenly raised her hand, and a starlight broke through Mo Tingyu's knife intent and shot down from the sky and shone on her.

"My death was already sealed. She looked grieving. "Why should you pay for your life? ”

Mo Tingyu was stunned for a moment, and then he looked up at the starry sky.

His sword intent obscured the sky and the sun, and all the stars were obscured. There is only one star, stubbornly sprinkling a starlight. The starry light was dim, half of it was swallowed up by the darkness, and this devouring was intensifying every minute.

"Why?" Mo Tingyu frowned and looked at the woman in front of him.

His heart suddenly became empty, the person you want to kill is right in front of you, your knife is about to be unsheathed, and in the next second, you can cut everything off. But she tells you that she is the one who is going to die.

Mo Tingyu felt a fire burning in his chest, and he wanted to roar, wanting to slash through the world with one sword.

His eyes finally stopped being harsh, and he looked at her with complicated eyes.

"Back then, I pretended to fall in love with you and killed your master. I thought I lied to you, but when I saw the look in your eyes when I left. I realized that I had lied to myself as well. For ten years, I have been trapped by my demons, and from the moment you set foot on the Northland, my demons finally can't be suppressed. My cultivation of "Taishang Forgetfulness" requires a cultivator's state of mind to be dust-free, and when he is emotional, there is only a dead end. The woman smiled and told the truth that she was going to die.

And then.

She stepped barefoot on the snow, and the bells jingled.

With each step, a lotus flower sprouts out of thin air on the snow.

Every time she took a step forward, Mo Tingyu's heart trembled inexplicably.

Finally, she stood only a knife away from Mo Tingyu.

She looked at him with autumn water in her eyes and tenderness at the corners of her mouth.

"Listen to the rain. She leaned forward slightly, and the corners of her eyes were curved into a crescent moon. Just like in Chang'an City ten years ago, she always called him that.

Mo Tingyu was trembling, his hand was almost unable to hold his knife. Something seemed to be about to rush out of his eyes, but he tried to hold back.

"Let's live. Listen to the rain. The woman stretched out her hand and grabbed Mo Tingyu's right hand as he drew his knife. The starlight of the glowing star flickered, and the woman's hand gently pushed.

Clang......

Mo listened to the rain and the knife returned to his scabbard.

At that time, the sword intent in the sky dissipated, and the starlight fell on the earth again.

Su Changan looked up at the starry sky, the stars were still brilliant, only a star in the southeast corner, flickering and dimming, like a candle about to burn out, emitting the last light.

The things in Mo Tingyu's eyes finally couldn't wrap up, and tears slipped down the corners of his eyes.

"Wu ...... Tong ......" Mo Tingyu called out the name that had been hidden in his heart for ten years.

"Yes. The woman answered, her face pale, but her smile was like a flower. When she helped Mo Tingyu return her long knife to the sheath, she had almost exhausted all her strength. Her life star twinkles, as if she will disappear into the night sky in the next second.

"Sycamore. Mo Tingyu put down the knife, the knife that had not left his body for ten years. He held out his hand to her, tears in the corners of his eyes and a smile on his lips.

The next second, the woman threw herself into his arms. Just like it was 10 years ago.

The woman leaned on Mo Tingyu's arms, greedily sniffing the smell that fascinated her. Only then did she realize that Mo Tingyu was followed by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child. She smiled at Su Changan and asked, "Who is he?"

Without waiting for Mo to listen to the rain, Su Changan walked forward.

"My name is Su Changan, and I am his apprentice. Su Changan also smiled at the woman. He didn't quite know what was going on between the woman and Mo Tingyu, but he liked the scenery in front of him.

Under the stars, on the snow.

The man hugged the woman, and the corners of their mouths were smiling, as beautiful as a painting.

"Apprentice, then what should you call me?" the woman winked at Su Changan.

"Master!" Su Changan blurted out.

"That's good. The woman said, "Much smarter than your master." ”

Su Changan scratched the back of his head, but he didn't speak, just looked at the two people who hugged each other stupidly, and he was indescribably happy in his heart.

But this happiness did not last long.

The snow began to fall again.

"It's snowing. Su Changan muttered, he stretched out his hand and tried to catch the falling snowflakes.

"Here he comes. The sycamore, leaning on Mo Tingyu's arms, whispered in his ear.

"Yes. Mo Tingyu replied, his voice heavy.

Su Changan didn't know why, and looked sideways into the distance. I saw a cyan figure not far away, slowly coming.

It was a woman in green clothes, wearing a white veil and a jade flute pinned to her waist. She came unhurriedly, the starlight paved the way for her, and the heavy snow made way for her. It seems that she is the master of this world, shaking the mountains and following her words.

The atmosphere suddenly became silent, and Su Changan felt uneasy.

This uneasiness intensified as the woman approached.

"Your hour has come. The woman stood in front of them and said.

Her voice, dust-free, is very good.

At this moment, it is like a judge's hook, and Yama urges his life.

Her name is Qingluan.

She's from the Star Pavilion.

She is the mourner of the world.

She lived for three hundred years and was buried by eight stars.

Today she is going to personally send her sister's heroic soul back to the sea of stars.

The Star Pavilion is a very mysterious place, and they control the life and death of the stars in the world.

Where they appear, there must be stars falling.

This is a law that no one can change.

Sycamore knows this better than anyone else.

She raised her head from Mo Tingyu's arms with great difficulty, even if she was about to fall, she shouldn't be so weak. But ten years, a whole decade in exchange for such a hug. She was very reluctant, very reluctant. So she stayed in Mo Tingyu's arms as much as possible, even if it was just for a second.

Finally, she broke free from Mo Tingyu's embrace as if she had used all her strength, she looked at him, trying to make herself smile better, but tears fell like a broken thread.

"I'm leaving. She said.

She could feel that her life star might go out at any time, and she was powerless to stop it, even if the star died, she would be nothing more than an ant in the face of this vast world.

Qingluan looked at the three people with teary eyes in front of him.

She naturally knew the relationship between Wutong and Mo Tingyu.

But she didn't know what that relationship meant.

She also practiced "Taishang Forgetfulness", and everyone in Xingchen Pavilion practiced such exercises.

The Demon King of the Northland back then used one of his daughters in exchange for such exercises for his other daughter.

She has a higher realm, so she is even more unsympathetic.

She was just hesitant to recognize her sister.

But she hadn't seen her sister for three hundred years, and this side was the last one.

She subconsciously touched the jade flute on her waist, as long as a requiem, her sister would return to the sea of stars. She'd done this eight times, and it stands to reason that she should be familiar with it.

But at this moment, her jade flute seems to be much heavier than before.

Wutong wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to say it after all, she could only look at him, looking at him with all her strength.

The grievances between them have been entangled for ten years, and even now they have not been resolved, but in the face of life and death, many things are finally relieved.

Wutong finally made up her mind, and she raised her hand to him, her lips slightly open.

"Goodbye. Her words swirled in her throat, but they didn't come out.

Because Mo Tingyu suddenly stretched out his hand and blocked her behind him.

Mo Tingyu's eyes were unprecedentedly cold, with an unquestionable majesty.

"Promise me that you will no longer meddle in the affairs of the clansmen. Mo Tingyu said.

Without waiting for Wutong to answer him, he turned around again, his face was green.

As if aware of what he was going to do, Sycamore exclaimed, but his voice was drowned out in the wind and snow and the light of the knife.

This time, Mo Tingyu finally pulled out his knife.

That moment.

The stars are surging, and the mountains and rivers are roaring.

He held his knife and leaped high, his voice like a tiger's, and his eyes like a dragon's. If the gods descend to earth, Shura will come to the world.