Sheriff, give me a smile~

When the winter snow first arrives, it falls one after another, and the bamboo forest is covered with pure white.

Li Bai opened the window and stood by the window, looking at Feixue with a hint of loneliness in his eyes.

There is a plum tree in the courtyard, the red plum blossoms are open to the snow, it is really bright and beautiful - it was planted a month after she left.

This is the first few years

It seems like a long, long time has passed.

Li Bai didn't count, and he didn't want to count. He just felt that the time passed so fast that he couldn't grasp it like running water in his hands.

He lowered his head and looked at the letter paper in his hand. The paper had turned yellow and had mottled wrinkles. He didn't know how many years it had been stored.The writing on it is barely legible.

That was the last trace of her.

Taibai:

I'm leaving, and this is probably my last letter to you.

I'm used to the pens from our side, and I really can't get used to the writing brushes from yours, but fortunately, I've been practicing intentionally or unconsciously in the past few years, so that I don't write so ugly parting letters.

I remember I told you that I have been looking for a person for the past few years, running from west to east, from north to south, looking for him all over the world, and now I finally found him.Three days later, I will go to a place to personally settle the grievances with him.

I used to be so worried that I would not find him in my lifetime, but now that I have found him, I am a little afraid to face it.

The picture I imagined countless times finally appeared in front of me.When he looked back at me in the crowd, I could barely hold the sword in my hand.

He said, you finally found me.

There should be an end between us.

Come and find me there in three days.

So I said yes.

I came back devastated.

I think I should hate him. He killed my whole family, slaughtered my whole family, and left me with nothing.The once glorious Mo Dao family disappeared overnight.

His bloody sword was pointed at me, too, and nearly killed me.

But for some reason, there was no hatred in my heart, only exhaustion and sadness, and I even wanted to cry.

When the rain hit her body drop by drop, Luna understood that it was another night without moonlight, and the cold air was coming, and the crimson sword blade was reflected by the raindrops, like a bloody moon.

She came to the cliff as promised, and the man had already arrived one step ahead of her.

He also didn't open an umbrella, turned his back to her, and looked up at the sky.

"I'm here." Luna said calmly.

He still kept his posture of looking at the sky quietly, and spoke for a long time: "It was the same as the day I left, it was also such a dark and moonless night, and it was also raining like this. Tell me, why does it always rain when tragedies happen? "

Luna lowered her eyes, loosened her hand holding the sword, and spoke after a while, with a slightly hoarse voice: "Perhaps... it is God's will that makes you tragic."

Countless nights I think back to those years.

I was held hostage by a group of people when I was very young, and he single-handedly came in and rescued me.

The moon was curved that night, and the moonlight was beautiful.

Hiding in the ruined temple, I was tied into a ball and shivered, and the blood on the ground almost made me cry.

With blood on his sword, he killed everyone, and then he walked in front of me step by step.

Some fierce strange expressions frightened me, and I shrank back subconsciously.

Then he turned around and saw me.

He was taken aback for a moment, then became a little overwhelmed.

He threw the blood-stained sword in a little panic, knelt down to help me untie the rope, carefully checked whether there was any injury on my body, and asked me gently if I was still in pain.

Jiubeng's nerves suddenly relaxed, and I threw myself into his arms and cried loudly.

He sighed, patted my back to comfort me and wiped my tears, and then carried me home.

"Brother, you are amazing."

"probably."

"Why is brother so powerful?"

"Because of power."

"So it's so good to have power!"

"Power...is good and bad."

"How can it be bad? With power, you can defeat the bad guys, protect the good guys, protect your family and protect your brother!"

At that time, the emotion flashing in his eyes was too complicated, and I couldn't understand it when I was young. Only when I think about it later, I realize that emotion is called struggle.

Then he squatted down and hugged me very tightly.

Something wet passed by my face.

It seemed to be his tears.

The man turned around and was stunned for a moment when he saw Luna.

"You're still the same as you were then," he said.

The red sword training suit and the crimson sword blade were her usual dress when she was practicing sword at home, so handsome and beautiful.

Luna also said: "But you are different from back then."

"..."

"You're getting old and ugly."

The man smiled: "Yes."

He is a very good person in the family, good-looking and gentle. A clever piano piece at the concert made countless girls lose their hearts.

Of course, I prefer the posture of him practicing sword under the moonlight.

One move and one move, so smooth and full of strength.

I often imitate his gestures with a branch, and every time he always smiles and rubs my head.

When he laughed, it was as clear and gentle as if soaked in moonlight, as if it could wash away all darkness.

He is the strong man in my heart, the person I have admired since I was a child, and I am inspired to become such a strong man.

No, someone stronger than him.

I have selfishness, and I always hope that in the next battle, it is not he who stands in front of me, but I who stand in front of him.

I was chosen by the family as heir because of blood.During the succession ceremony, the patriarch asked me what I would like to choose as a source of strength.

I tilted my head and saw him in the audience. He smiled at me, his eyes were curved, like the moon that night.

So I said to the patriarch, I want to choose Moonlight.

Since then, "Sword Princess of the Moon" has become my family name.

The two were silent for a while, and finally he spoke first.

"Draw your sword. After many years, let me experience the strength of the Sword Princess of the Moon again."

He drew out his sword, an ordinary iron sword, rusty.

Luna raised her sword and pointed it straight at him: "Why use a broken sword?"

The man was silent again: "I said it is good, it is the best in the world."

I practice swinging my sword every night, I believe in my talent, and even more in my hard work.

When I am very tired from practicing, I will go to the piano room, where he often plays the piano.

The ethereal and elegant piano sound flowed out rhythmically from his fingertips, like soothing waves lapping on the beach at night.

The moonlight illuminates the color of the waves, deep blue, soft and peaceful.

No matter how impetuous and exhausted you are, as long as you listen to one of his piano pieces, everything will disappear.

I stood outside the piano room, watching him play the piano through the glass.

He tilted his head to see me, kept moving his hands, but smiled at me and made a mouth gesture.

I know he's calling my name.

"Luna."

I believe that one day I will surpass him, and one day I will be able to protect him.

The crimson sword shadow pierced through the air, and every drop of rain was cut apart wherever it passed.

The man advanced instead of retreating, and went straight up against the piercing sword energy.

With a sound of "Dang--", the two swords collided, and the collision of strength and strength caused sparks from the blades of the swords.

But I didn't wait for this day.

That night was like a nightmare, there was no moon, just rain and darkness.

His sword killed everyone in the family, then it was aimed at me.

"If you want to be the heir, I can give it to you! Why do you want to do this brother!" I looked at him in disbelief.

He smiled coolly: "Little sister, remember? The killer who broke into the village took you hostage, and I killed them all. In fact, I just enjoy killing people. I'm not interested in being an heir, I just want to kill people." .”

The magic way can give people strength, and it can also make people crazy, and while he gains powerful power, he is gradually eroded by magic power.I know, he's starting to lose control of himself.

"Draw your sword," he said.

I said in a daze: "At that time... I admired you... I always wanted to be as strong as you..."

"Draw your sword! I forgot all those little things!"

I smiled, I don't know what expression I had at the time, but it should be miserable and pale: "But I will never forget... I am willing to give my life back to you."

He scabbard the sword.

"No fun," he said. "It's no fun fighting someone who doesn't resist."

He raised my sword, broke it easily, and threw it farther and farther into the ground.

It rained heavily that night, his back was wet in the rain, and my heart was also wet in the rain.

I fell to my knees and burst into tears.

The patriarch, father, mother, sister, brother, and many people I knew before, all died.

Such a perfect family disappeared overnight.

Dead bodies were strewn all over the field, and blood flowed away along the rain.

From now on I have nothing.

Things in this world are indeed not perfect, and there are gains and losses.The family has inherited a powerful magic power, but also bears a terrible fate of magic - bloodthirsty.

So he becomes like this.

And the person who should bear this fate is the heir of the family, it's me!

He bore this fate for me, when I was very young.

I finally understood why he had that look in his eyes when he broke into the ruined temple many years ago, and I finally understood why he said that his strength was not good, and I also understood the meaning of the tears when he hugged me tightly.

It turned out that he had understood and seen clearly a long time ago, but he was powerless to change.

Luna, I can't help it.

I lay on my stomach in the rain, crying and laughing.

The sword energy became more and more ruthless, the killing intent became more and more intense, and the moves became faster and faster.

The sound of two swords colliding can be heard endlessly.

The rain hit the two people's hair, faces, bodies, and swords, and the expressions in their eyes did not show any waves.

Such a fierce but calm life and death struggle.

Either you die, or I live.

I met him a few days ago and he was very different from what I remembered.

He became very dark and thin, with deeply sunken eyes, messy hair, a lot of stubble growing on his chin, old and torn clothes turned white from washing, and his eyes were lost in the crowd.At a glance, I almost thought he was a beggar.

Back then, the young man who amazed everyone with his song, the young man who single-handedly saved me from danger, the man whose smile was prettier than moonlight, has become like this now.

The faith in my heart collapsed in an instant, watching his leaving back, I could hardly control my tears.

How did he become like this?

What has he been through all these years?

I dare not think about it, I am afraid that if I think about it, my heart will soften.

Alcohol is indeed a good thing, it can make people forget everything temporarily.

I have never been greedy for drinking, but after I came back, I also had the idea of ​​getting drunk to relieve my worries.

One cup after another, I'm afraid I won't be drunk.

Should I kill him, can I kill him, do I still love him, do I still hate him?

It's confusing and I don't know anything.

Back then, I never thought that one day I would point my sword at the person I love the most.

He is the most beautiful moonlight in my life, but also the coldest moonlight.

He gave me hope and sent me to hell.

So many lives have been lost to him, he deserves to die, and I cannot forgive him.

But is it his fault? Bloodthirsty is the fate of the Demon family, and he is bearing such a cruel fate for me! If not, it is probably me who fell into the state of madness.

I don't like crying, crying can't change the situation of the weak; I also don't like escaping, escaping is a manifestation of incompetence.

But at that moment, I just wanted to escape and cry.

I don't want to care about the fate of the Mo Dao family, I don't want to care about any grievances, and I don't want to see him again. I just want to stay away from this place alone, far away, and never come back.

I wish none of this had happened, I wish it was all fake, I wish I could wake up and be a kid again.

Under the bright moonlight, he played the beautiful piano music with his fingers flying, and suddenly turned his head and smiled at me.

However, dreams will always wake up, and reality will always have to be faced.

I can't escape, and I can't escape anymore.

I am a warrior, the sword princess of the moon, the guardian of will and courage, the heir of the famous Mo Dao family, and Luna.

I can't be afraid of mountains of swords and seas of fire.

Since destiny begins with the sword, let everything end with the sword.

Life and death depend on fate, victory and defeat depend on God.

With a sudden sword strike, the future had no time to dodge, and he was struck hard on the lower abdomen, and the iron blade pierced the flesh to the bone.

Luna let out a muffled snort, held the sword to block, and resisted the pain to block the next fatal blow.

Blood flowed out, and sweat was seen on her forehead, Luna bit her lip and became more desperate to attack regardless of the wound.

After a perfect dash, a wound was left at the same position as that person.

I changed into the clothes I used to wear when I was practicing swords in my family.

It was bright red, the color of blood.

I drew out the sword, and the crimson blade seemed to reflect the blood-red moonlight.

I went to find him. If I don't come back after three days, then... I should never come back.

Taibai, don't look for me, this is my fate, let me end it myself, I will accept any result.

Perhaps the best ending is to die together, so that no one of us has to bear the burden, and no one has to bear it anymore.

Fate is really unfair sometimes. You obviously did nothing wrong, but you are bound to something called fate when you are born.It ruined your family, exhausted you physically and mentally, and you took your sword to seek revenge from it, but you couldn't even see its shadow.The only way you can escape it is to die.

I don't want to compromise with it, so I can only go to death step by step.

People are most sober when they are completely sober.

I've never been so lucid and calm in my life.

Now that I have chosen, I will not regret it.

The blood dripped on the ground, and it was hard to tell whose it was.

There were more and more scars on the two of them.

The more tired and embarrassed, but also the more desperate.

Every sword is consuming the last strength of life.

The only pity is that I may never see you and the suzerain again in the future.

You are the closest people to me outside of my family, and I am so lucky to have met you.

You probably don't want to hear me talking about him right now, but I feel the need to say a few words.

I know, you are very smart, many things are not that you can't see clearly but you don't want to see clearly.Just like the time when the suzerain almost killed you.Even if I don't tell you, you will still figure out whether he is protecting you or saving you, but you are full of resentment in your heart, and you don't want to think clearly.

After the two of you fell out that time, you have never seen each other again, and you are like a different person.You stay in Qingqiu Lizheng and perform military exercises all day long, picking up things you hated so much to learn, but those poems and songs are thrown aside by you.

You are getting stronger, more calm and ruthless, but also more and more lazy and presumptuous.It seems contradictory for me to say this, but it is not contradictory at all for you.

If someone has seen your methods of leading the army to suppress the rebellion, they will definitely think you are calm and ruthless, but if they see the appearance of you drinking and drinking and captivating all beings with a smile, they will definitely think you are lazy and presumptuous.

I don't know when, the name Li Bai can gradually frighten the demon world.

Even though you are so indulgent and carefree, few people in Qingqiu say that you are not doing your job properly, because you really handle everything well, and you are indeed getting better and better.

You are Qingqiu's next fox king, and you are destined to receive the attention of all people, but he seems to be more and more insignificant to you.

Really?

That time when you went out of Qingqiu and went to the brothel to drink flowers and wine, all the beauties got you drunk, and you fell on the table unconscious, but you still called his name.

You certainly don't remember it yourself, but I do, because I brought you back.

Carrying you back all the way, you lay on my shoulder and called his name over and over again, Huaiying, Huaiying... Shouting and shouting, tears wet my entire shoulder.

I thought at the time, Li Bai, Li Bai, you can really pretend.You obviously think what he thinks wrong, you obviously care about him to death, but you still pretend to be indifferent, as if he has never appeared in your life.

The whole body is hurt, the whole body hurts.

The color of the blood and the clothes merged into one, making it difficult to distinguish.And the man who fought against him was not much better.

The two knelt and panted while propping up their swords.

Luna tried to stand up, but fell again, and could only support her body with her sword.

She raised her eyes, just in time to meet the man's gaze.

You are like this, you often use alcohol to anesthetize yourself, unwilling to face it, and unwilling to see it clearly.

Later, you seldom wrote poems, and even when you did, you put them aside with a sneer.

I don't know much about poetry, but I vaguely feel that your writing is very good.Good things should not be discarded, let alone what you like.So I copied down every poem I knew of that you discarded and put it in a box.By the way, the box is in the wine cellar in the backyard. If you want to see it someday, you can go there to get it. If you don’t want to see it, just set it on fire.

But I want to remind you that there are those seven characters written by the suzerain to you in that box.

I vaguely remember that it seemed to be the second year I met you, the suzerain's birthday, you asked me what to give him, I thought that the suzerain should not lack anything, so I said you should write something for him.You promised to turn around and wrote seven words to him: Introduce and talk about youth in your life.

And he also gave you seven words back: the famous poem "No Tears for the Rest of My Life".

When you got those seven characters, you smiled very relieved.

At that time, I knew that the tacit understanding between the two of you is not enough for outsiders, and there will be no third person who can understand the mind between you.

The suzerain is a very deep and introverted person, but also a very wise person. He has lived for more than 200 years, and few people can stand at his height and use his state of mind to think about problems.

Happily you can.

Back then, the suzerain asked us both a question, which one is more suitable for the purpose of Jianzong?

I say defend, you say attack.

He asked why, and you said that taking offense as defense is the key to success.Then he laughed.

I remember these things very clearly, maybe because I know that I will be gone one day, so I cherish every day very much.

At that time, I felt that you had a clear mind.

If you are not the son of Qingqiu, and he is not the suzerain of the Kan sect, you are really worthy, but you are born to be.

Back then I advised you to give up, but you didn't listen, but what is your attitude now?

You can't grasp it, you can't let it go, if you don't listen to it, look at it, or think about it, does the thing in your heart really not exist?

I asked the suzerain why he was so kind to you, but he never said anything.I vaguely feel that he has something to hide from you.Why did Zongzong want to get close to a demon, Taibai, have you ever thought about it, maybe his purpose was not pure from the beginning.

There is already a gap between identity and position, and now coupled with an unknown purpose, how many possibilities do you think you have?

Maybe this makes you feel bad, but I still have to say: give up.Let go of those lingering but heart-wrenching thoughts in your heart.

I know that it may hurt your heart to let you face up to this fact and then let go of it, but if you don't suffer such a complete pain, you can't let go.

I am, and so are you.

Taibai, I don't want you to be like me, to be heartbroken because of emotional ties on the day when the sword is facing each other.

He gritted his teeth and stood up, sprinting in front of the man at the fastest speed in his life, giving him the final blow.

The sword's edge stopped an inch away from the heart, and the body was pierced by the iron blade.

His lips were pale, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

It really... hurts.

She raised the corners of her mouth and smiled weakly.

The man's eyes widened in disbelief, and he caught her fallen body.

"Why... you were clearly one step faster than me just now, why did you stop the sword, why!" The man roared, with an unconcealable tremor in his voice.

"Because..." Luna said with difficulty.

In the next second, the crimson blade pierced the man's heart.

Blood spurted out, staining her body and also staining her face.

Having said all of this, I have nothing more to say, it all depends on you after all.

In addition, the one named Xie, I have met him a few times, he... is not simple, you have to be careful.

After I left, these huts were given to you. You can come here to sit and sit someday when you leave Qingqiu.

Before coming here again, I went to Datang once, to their imperial capital Chang'an, a beautiful city, which is said to have been designed by Master Mozi himself.

There is a street where many plum trees are planted. The time I went there happened to be winter, and the plum blossoms were blooming on the branches, which was very beautiful.Later, when I came here, I always wanted to plant a plum tree, but I always forgot, Taibai, can I trouble you to plant one for me?Even if I can't see it, just thinking about it makes me happy.

In this life, I don't have much wish anymore. If there is an afterlife... In the afterlife, I hope I can go to Chang'an, and I will never bear such a fate again, it's too tiring.

Taibai, thousands of words need to say goodbye.

If there is an afterlife, we will see you again.

Take care.

"Because... I should go too."

The man coughed blood from the corner of his mouth, looked down at the person in his arms, and suddenly smiled.

"Yeah, we should all go."

This fate is too long.

Whether it is for the person who bears it or the person who replaces it, it is too long.

"I know I deserve to die a long time ago, but I still want to keep this life, and think about whether I can see you again someday. Sure enough, I still see you."

He reached out to wipe the blood on her face, but it got dirtier and dirtier.

"Don't... wipe it," she said weakly, exhausting every word: "That's it, this is our blood, the blood of our family."

"That iron sword, do you remember?"

"How come... don't remember."

He was ten years older than her, and on his 20th birthday, she gave him a sword, and it was this one.

"Brother, does this sword look good?"

The young man lowered his head, poorly made, ordinary appearance, no matter what, he could not be regarded as good-looking, but he rubbed the girl's hair with a smile: "It looks good."

“how nice”

"The most beautiful thing in the world."

"Brother..." Luna coughed up blood and asked, "Is this sword... pretty?"

The man also exhausted his last strength: "The most beautiful thing in the world."

Luna smiled like a flower blooming in the dark.

She opened her mouth, but finally closed her eyes.

I really miss the moon back then.

I really miss the moon back then.

Luna, absolutely nothing.