In Chang'an in December, winter is coming to an end.

It was drizzling in Chang'an City.

A piece of news spread in Chang'an City. Up to dignitaries, down to the neighborhoods.

"Don't listen to the rain and go to the Northland. ”

Yes, don't listen to the rain and leave. Didn't tell anyone, didn't bring anything.

He went to the Northland alone, taking with him his sword, which had not been unsheathed for ten years.

This is a story that goes back ten years.

The story of a Terran genius and a demon saint.

The court kept him a secret, but in the end it was known to the whole world.

Ten years ago, Mo Tingyu and the demon saintess who incarnated as students of Tianlan Academy fell in love. was used by the saint and killed his mentor Shaoguang.

It was one of the only eight remaining stars of the Terran Race.

The Holy Emperor was furious, and he was about to kill Mo Tingyu on the spot.

"Let me live. Ten years later, I went to the Northland myself to take her life. On that day, Mo Tingyu knelt down in front of the Holy Emperor. begging for his life like a dog, but with a wolf-like fierce light in his eyes.

That year, Mo Tingyu was nineteen years old, and he was a recognized genius in the world for nearly a hundred years, and he was also the person who was most likely to become the ninth star of the human race in the world at that time.

But after all, he is nineteen years old, and it has been a hundred years since the Demon Clan's holy daughter became a star. Ten years later, can the twenty-nine-year-old Mo Tingyu become a star? No one is optimistic, even if he is Mo Tingyu, the most genius of the human race in a hundred years.

Since he can't become a star, he can't kill the life star of the demon saintess. If you can't kill the star, the star won't die.

This is the universally recognized truth.

Those who can't become stars must obey this truth.

Therefore, everyone thinks that it is Mo Tingyu's begging words, and with the wisdom of the Holy Emperor, Mo Tingyu will definitely die.

However, the Holy Emperor believed it.

Since that day, Mo Tingyu has lived in the hometown of Shaoguang.

He doesn't practice, he doesn't practice swords.

Eating, bathing, and sweeping graves every day, of course, are more in a daze. But I just don't practice, I don't practice knives.

As a result, in the past ten years, this genius of the human race has not advanced an inch in his cultivation.

Listening to the rain and the stars have become the biggest joke in Chang'an City in recent years.

However, in Chang'an, which ushered in the first spring rain.

Mo Tingyu set off and walked out of the door that he hadn't stepped out of for ten years.

Before leaving, he carefully cleaned the house spotlessly, put the plaque that his teacher shook upright, refilled the three incense sticks, and when the incense burned out, he lifted the knife that had never been unsheathed for ten years but never left his body.

Under the gaze of countless people, both bright and dark, he left the drizzly Chang'an City and went to the north alone.

It's snowing in the town of Nagato.

This kind of snow will continue to fall until March.

Su Changan was not very happy.

He looked sadly at the man lying on his bed in front of him.

When Su Changan picked him up in the snow, he was in rags and his body was frozen stiff. But even so, he always held a knife tightly in his left hand.

Su Changan felt that such a person who never left his body should be a master in the novel, if he saved him, he would teach himself a trick and a half in order to repay his kindness. Then he Su Changan should be able to live a happy life in Changmen Town that bullies men and women and fish and meat in the township.

So, with such a simple thought, the fourteen-year-old boy dragged the man's body and trekked five miles in the snow. In order to make the man recover quickly, Su Changan slaughtered the only chicken in the family and gave up his bed.

After several days of careful care, the man finally woke up.

"Are you awake?"

"Yes. The man knew that it was the young man in front of him who had saved him.

"Great. You teach me the knife technique!" Su Changan said very seriously.

"No, I can't. The man replied seriously.

"I saved you!" Su Changan emphasized.

"I know. "The man is very serious, and at the same time very wooden.

"You should thank me, it's called Thanksgiving. Su Changan felt the need to reason with this man.

"But I forgot to bring the money. ”

"Then teach me the knife technique!" The knife technique is worth the money, and Su Changan feels that he can make sense of this reason.

"No, I can't. ”

"Why!?"

"Because I forgot. "The man's attitude was sincere.

"Do you have amnesia?" Su Changan felt that this was normal, after the master in the novel was seriously injured and rescued, the probability of amnesia was very high.

"Nope. The man lifted his left hand, along with the knife that seemed to be glued to his left hand, and placed it across his chest and stroked it gently.

"Then why did you say you forgot!" Su Changan began to be unhappy. Either this guy is a fool, or he's playing tricks on my Second Master Su!

"I forgot the knife technique, but I didn't have amnesia. The man explained patiently, with a sincere look in his eyes.

"Forget the knife technique, then why do you carry a knife!" Su Changan didn't want to give up this opportunity to bully men and women so easily.

"Because I remember a trick that I can't teach you. ”

"Why, but I saved you. ”

"Because this trick, I can only use it once, and this time, I have to use it to kill someone, someone who has to die. The man's face was calm, and killing someone, or the person he said he had to die, was a matter of course in his eyes.

Su Changan suddenly became very serious, because his father told him that killing people was a very serious matter. The mandatory termination of one life to another is a very bad thing in Su Changan's opinion. Because Su Changan thinks that the living are a good thing, and on the contrary, dying is naturally a very bad thing.

But Su Changan didn't stop the man, because he knew that when a person wanted to kill another person, there must be a reason. Regardless of whether the reason is right or wrong, since the killing intent has been decided, it will not change its mind because of the dissuasion of others.

This truth was told to him by Su Changan's father. He thought it was right, so he believed it.

"Then when you kill someone and remember the knife technique you have forgotten, teach me again. Su Changan felt that the man was very special, so he found an excuse that he could keep the man.

"Thank you. The man glanced at Su Changan gratefully, a smile appeared on his pale face, and he fainted again.

When I woke up again, it was noon the next day.

Mo Tingyu got up from the bed with difficulty, there were two steamed buns at the head of the bed, and a pair of brand-new riding boots under the bed.

He didn't think too much about it, took a bite of the steamed bun, felt that it tasted good, and ate it very seriously.

Mo Tingyu is such a person, he has always been serious. Both for things and for people.

But no matter how serious you are, you will inevitably make mistakes. Mo Tingyu made a mistake once, and then killed his master. So he decided he couldn't make any more mistakes.

What's more, now he's going to kill a star.

Ten years ago, from the moment his master closed his eyes forever, he had decided to kill her.

It's a hard thing to do. At least, Mo Tingyu had never done anything so difficult before. So, this time he prepared for ten years.

Every day, he lives seriously, more seriously than before.

Eat seriously, bathe seriously, sweep the tomb for the shake light, and seriously carry his knife that has not been unsheathed for ten years.

He finished eating two steamed buns with thirty breaths, and felt that he had regained some strength. Then get up and put on the pair of riding boots that Su Changan prepared for him, the cloth shoes he brought from Chang'an were too thin, and it was easy to frostbite his feet when walking in the ice and snow in the north.

Mo Tingyu stood up and took two steps, and the riding boots fit perfectly. It's just that his body is still a little weak, and lying in bed for too long makes his head a little dizzy now.

He opened the humble door of Su Chang'an's house, and the oncoming wind and snow almost blew him to the ground.

Winter in the Northland is always snowing.

He had heard her say that, and at least she hadn't lied to him about it.

This small town called Changmen is not as prosperous as Chang'an, but it can be regarded as lively.

Su Chang'an's home is in a good location, standing in the courtyard, you can see the streets of the town, there are many people coming and going, and there are officers and soldiers patrolling from time to time. After all, every town is more or less inhabited by an army. And every winter, the demon clans in the north have a hard time, and they will raid such a town from time to time, so the dispatch of the army is more frequent.

And this year, it is said that the Taishi of the Northern Demon Kingdom has counted the arrival of a demon star, so the harassment of the demon clan is not as small as in previous years. When Mo Tingyu left Chang'an, the orders of Chang'an City were sent to the Jin Wangfu in the north one after another.

Mo Tingyu's thoughts were a little chaotic, after ten years of preparation, it was finally time to understand, and his heart was always a little fluctuating. It's just a pity that the sword technique that shook the vein of the vein will be wiped out of the world from then on, Mo Tingyu feels very regretful, and he also feels ashamed of his master, but he can only do this step.

At this time, Su Changan, who had left class at the academy, came back.

He opened the courtyard gate and saw Mo Tingyu standing in front of the door in a daze.

"Are you feeling better?" asked Su Changan.

Mo Tingyu's face was not as pale as before, but it was still very white, or he was so white before. And he is also very good-looking, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, sharp edges and corners. Of course, Su Changan didn't think he was better looking than himself.

"Do you remember your sword technique?" Su Changan never forgot to learn martial arts.

"Nope. Mo Tingyu thought about it very seriously, then shook his head and said.

Su Changan felt that his appearance did not look like he was deceiving people.

"Then when you kill the person you're going to kill, will you remember?"

"Perhaps, but I'm more likely dead by then. ”

"You're not his opponent?" Su Changan was very strange, since he couldn't fight, why did he have to send him to death? Isn't it better to be alive?

"I'm no match for her, but I can kill her. Mo Tingyu's expression was very serious, and he was unquestionably serious.

"I don't know much, but when you die, no one will teach me how to swords. Su Changan also looked at Mo Tingyu seriously, "So I don't want you to die." ”

The boy's eyes made Mo Tingyu stunned. He suddenly felt that this boy was somewhat similar to himself. At least a little bit like me ten years ago.

"Why do you want to learn knives?" Mo Tingyu asked.

Su Changan thought for a while and replied: "You don't have to learn swords, as long as it's martial arts." ”

"Why? Do you have anyone you have to kill?" Mo Tingyu calculated that the time was not too hasty, if the boy really wanted to kill someone, he could help, even if he repaid the boy's life-saving grace.

"No, no. The boy hurriedly waved his hand. "Although I don't like Gu Ning, because Momo likes him. But I don't want to kill him, he hasn't done anything bad. I also don't like Wang Hong and Ji Dao, they always rely on his dad to bully me in the barracks than my dad, I hate them, but I don't want to kill them. ”

"I just want to practice martial arts, but my dad won't let me. It's not that I don't like to read, it's just that I don't like to read books in the academy. Dry and boring. He also wanted to ask someone to send me to Chang'an to study, but Chang'an is so far away, and I can't see Momo in Chang'an, I like Momo very much, although he likes Gu Ning. Su Changan complained, he didn't know why, he felt that the man in front of him was very trustworthy.

"Then what book do you like?" Mo Tingyu was interested, he hadn't had a good chat with someone for almost ten years.

"Well, like "The Legend of the Ranger", "Heroes", "The Legend of the Mountain", and "The Demon Warrior" are all very good. Su Changan is happy to share his rich library with people.

"Sounds interesting. Mo Tingyu smiled, and secretly wrote down the titles of these books, thinking that he could find time to read them when he went back, of course, if he still had that chance.

"Yes, but my father doesn't like it, and once he came back from drinking in the barracks, and burned them all in a fit of rage, otherwise he could show them to you now. Su Changan was very sorry, but he didn't know whether it was those books that he regretted, or Mo Tingyu, who didn't have the opportunity to see these books.

"Your dad likes to drink a lot?" Mo Tingyu frowned, and he had a very bad impression of Su's father, who had never met. "It's not good to drink. ”

"yes, but he won't listen to me. Because I can't beat him. So if you teach me martial arts, I will be able to defeat him. He won't drink all the time anymore, Wang Hong and Ji Dao can't bully me anymore, maybe Momo will like me too. Su Changan's expression became serious again. "So, you can't die, you still have to remember your knife skills and teach me them. Don't forget, I saved you. The swordsmen in "Demon Warriors" are all repaid. ”

"Really, that swordsman must be a great swordsman. ”

"Of course. Su Changan was very happy and felt that he had found a soulmate.

"But I can't promise you. Mo Tingyu also put away his smile and looked at Su Changan equally seriously. He could have comforted the boy in front of him, telling him that he would definitely come back alive, teaching him knife skills, and helping him teach his classmates who were bullying him. But he didn't, he was a very serious person. Even if this will make Su Changan sad, he still has to tell him the truth. "I can't survive, kill her, I won't survive. ”

"Then why do you have to kill him?" Su Changan finally asked the question he had been holding in his heart for a long time.

"Because I promised someone to kill her. ”

"Who?"

"People of the world!"