[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

"Duan Qingling shouldn't know." This was Mo Yu's first reaction after hearing the protagonist's clamor, but the other party's concise words had already analyzed the matter too clearly, without a trace of doubt.Mo Yu immediately sealed Duan Qingling's vocal acupoints. Although the onlookers were surprised, none of them made a sound.

So, who told him the secret?

There are not many people in the pavilion who have come into contact with Duan Qingling. Mo Yu first ruled out Nan Shang. He is a counselor, but he is also a businessman. This move is not beneficial to him.In the same way, he couldn't doubt that Pinellia who was kneeling in the carriage and had already shaken into a sieve. This kind of person, even his life and death depended on a word from the superior, so how could he think about the loyalty of those bloodlines?

However... Mo Yu sighed slightly in her heart, there was one person who was different after all.

...It was Mo San who told the story!

The line of the story had already been interrupted, and Mo Yu was blinded by the inertia of the script for several days, but now that the matter has come to this point, it is time to recognize the situation.

In the team, a black steed gently trotted its front hooves. Mo Yu stared at the frail young man who lost his voice for a while, and clearly realized that they would never go on the old path arranged by the script.

"I don't blame you." Mo Yu sighed in a low voice——I don't blame you for lifting the veil and revealing the original state of the situation.

It's just that if such words fell into Duan Qingling's ears, it would be a completely new interpretation.

Sure enough, after being slightly dazed, that ferocious face revealed a sly and cruel expression as expected. It was the thriving root system under the withered trees, and it was the still flowing river under the ice in winter. That's what he was.

At this point, under Mo Yu's surveillance, Duan Qingling started a completely different life, and also began the days when he was forced to survive.

***

It's the end of summer again...

"I originally wanted to kill him, but he didn't die, so I died...it's fair." Duan Qingling's sword pierced the colorful brocade wrapped around the dummy, and the young man added slowly after closing, "But Since he won't let me die, he can't control how I live."

Ban Xia didn't care about Duan Qingling's words, but just rolled his eyes at the cracks in the silk. He was born in poverty, and even after working with Duan Qingling for a year, he still couldn't get used to his master's life style of spending money like water.

During the year when the protagonist was forced to live, Mo Yu agreed to Duan Qingling's request to learn swordsmanship. After all, as a prisoner with a lot of time, swordsmanship is a pretty good activity.

Different from those martial arts men dressed in strong clothes, under the silver moonlight, the young man was wearing a white silk suit, and even the hilt of his sword was carved with fine lines. His sword dancing posture was very smooth, like wind and water, swaying His figure was like a huge silver-white butterfly. In the long silent night, sparse vegetation, and empty courtyard walls, only the sound of strong wind showed the ruthlessness of his sword energy.

But he is not a fairy in the sky, not even an indifferent hermit. The dummy he uses is exquisitely portrayed, the height of a real person is extremely lifelike, and it looks like the handwriting of a skilled craftsman, but he is wrapped in expensive silk to practice piercing.

As the seasons change, Duan Qingling repeats the above words over and over again, but the audience is pitifully single, but weak resistance is much better than long loneliness.

"How many inches long?" Duan Qingling asked, putting away the sword.

"More than three inches." Ban Xia replied after measuring the gap on the brocade.

Duan Qingling frowned slightly after hearing this, and then ordered in a low voice, "...change to a new one."

Ban Xia obediently collected the brocade and left, just like he had done countless times before.

It's still Misty Peak, it's still Tianyi Pavilion, it's still the small courtyard, but Duan Qingling has long since given up on those brothers and sisters, but Mo Yu is everything to him. Still, at least, they are never harsh when it comes to food and clothing.

Sometimes, Duan Qingling would sit in the cool night and think about the meaning of life. However, the reality is still the same, eating and waiting to die, just like Sui Han's pen depicting the rings of an old tree. Dry is still young, but the soul is already old.

He realized a truth in this exhaustion, in this world, there is no innocent love!

The youthful passion was numb in the sword energy night after night, and he opened the heavy curtain of time and space, and he vaguely saw the established ending—aging, death, and never changing until death.

Duan Qingling thought that he had never experienced any hardship in learning swords, but the master who taught swords came and went, and changed again and again.

talent?The young man put away the long sword in his hand and asked secretly, the young man's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, his lifelong enemy had banned his footprints, even if he is a martial arts wizard, what can he do?

He remained silent in this silent night for quite a while, before he raised his sword again, and sneered lightly at the visitor who hadn't shown up in front of him, "How does it look like sneaking around?"

***

Duan Qingling struck first, he used a soft sword, remembering that when Mo Yu gave it to him, he mockingly said that he took a belt.

The sword body is flexible and the hilt is exquisite. This is a sword for women!After Duan Qingling casually said that he wanted to learn swordsmanship, Mo Yu sent it almost half a year ago. Although the young man noticed it, he didn't care. After all, something is better than nothing. Take a good sword.

He doesn't believe in the unity of man and sword in his martial arts experience, a sword is a sword, and a man is a man. His sword is as exquisite as a long-sleeved woman who is good at dancing, and it is completely different from him. What's more, without the support of deep internal strength, it would be difficult for him to leap into the ranks of top masters in his entire life... But even so, he still fell in love with the feeling of dancing swords...

At the same time, Mo Yu, who appeared with his bare hands, dodged Duan Qingling's first stabbing sword, but the extremely fast sword energy still cut off a strand of his hair-this is different from the past!

In fact, it was not like this at the beginning. At that time, Duan Qingling said that she wanted to practice swords because she was interested, and she didn't learn much after she took the sword away. Occasionally, she took it out to play when she was interested, but she didn't want to hurt herself. Only the drawn sword flower is still pretty.

Sometimes when Mo Yu forced him to use the sword, he would move back and forth unwillingly. After all, he used the sword as a dagger, and he couldn't hurt anyone at all.

The death of the soul comes from the disappointment of expectations. At the martial arts conference a year ago, the young master of Tianyi Pavilion, who was praised by countless people, sat safely on the merchant's table in the southwest under the eyes of everyone. , the audience was in an uproar.

Scholars, farmers, businessmen, merchants are the last.

Duan Qingling smiled coldly in his heart, Mo Yu was as slippery as a water snake, he would never be caught by anyone, he would not devote himself to Tianyi Pavilion, because it was not his property, but it was impossible to abandon it .The man looked calm and breezy at the merchant's table, as if the strife in the world and the struggle for hegemony had nothing to do with him, he could advance or retreat, which made people puzzled.

But what if you can't figure it out?A sword is a sword, but a human is flesh and blood, not to mention, whether it is his sword or Tianyi Pavilion, they are no longer the same.

Duan Qingling's movement of swinging the sword was extremely smooth and gentle, but the moves in his hand were extremely vicious, deadly, and only reached the heart and neck of the person who came.He knew that tonight was special, it was a message beating in the air, he could hear it - Mo Yu was injured, seriously injured, even his breath was messed up.

The piercing sword energy was like trembling notes in the air, Mo Yu was forced to slow down, and a long sword was directly pressed between his eyebrows.

***

"It's not easy for Tianyi Pavilion to settle down..."

"The Wulin is in chaos, and Nan Shang is too busy. Many people think you have surrendered..."

"The old man in the court is also difficult to deal with, but he can always deal with it..."

"Some spies said they found Mo San's whereabouts..."

"Recently I got some new jade articles..."

In Duan Qingling's world, there are two theorems about Mo Yu, one, Mo Yu will always come, and two, every time he comes, he will bring some news.

However, "What do you want to say today?" Duan Qingling moved the sword one inch forward.

The stars were sparse, falling on the white glowing white sword, Duan Qingling's voice was filled with happiness as if it was over, but Mo Yu was invariably gentle.

"I'll give you something first." With his wide and slender right hand, he took out a small package from his shirt, and opened it layer by layer, revealing a simple but delicate shape under the thin silk. Such words and actions will always make people People inadvertently think of a distant and immature happiness.

Once, it was another world between the fingers of a child, it was a complicated and confusing butterfly feather, now, it is an exquisite treasure, it is a token shining brightly under the silver-white moonlight, it is a A colorful feather!

"It can be yours." Mo Yu said.

***

"This injury was given by Mo San." Mo Yu's voice was filled with a rare helplessness, he pressed that exquisite colorful feather against the cold sword body, and said softly, "Do you want to add one too? "

Duan Qingling immediately found the key information. He didn't take down his long sword, but asked again uncertainly, "Have you fought her before?"

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Mo Yu's lips. That night, Mo Yu gave Duan Qingling a message that made his heart move, "She's back." He said.

The voice of the traverser was like a call from the end under the ancient moonlight. Duan Qingling still didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but the words that followed made him unable to dwell on it. Under the twinkling starry sky, in the In the cold air, the tip of the sword symbolizing death touched the young master of Tianyi Pavilion's Adam's apple.

A question that Duan Qingling couldn't refuse, accompanied by the clear voice of the person opposite, was born in this dangerous night.

"Do you want to see your mother?" Mo Yu asked him.