[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

Misty Peak goes to Tianyi Pavilion, and there are nine or nine steps in Tianyi Pavilion.

Mo San, dressed in crow blue thick clothes, stood quietly on the highest step, a pair of pure white hands were exposed under the dark sleeves. Compared with ordinary women, the joints of these hands were particularly distinct, and even revealed a faint coldness , These are a pair of murderous hands.

The owner of the hand has a good figure and appearance. She has not painted her eyebrows or powdered her eyebrows, so she has a thrilling beauty.The clothes are plain and exquisite, and his exquisite figure can be vaguely seen under the clothes, but the demeanor around him is unexpectedly cold, like a murderous blade in a treasure scabbard.

She didn't leave for a long time, and when she came back, she brought a good look, but Duan Qingling couldn't see her, but...

"Sachet incense." Someone whispered.

Mo Yu turned to look at Duan Qingling who was behind him, that person seemed to have nothing to do with him, as if he didn't say what he said just now.

Then, there was a throwing sound piercing the air.

Mo San raised his hand to receive the weapon thrown by Duan Qingling, and the sword was unsheathed, shining brightly.

They reunited after a long absence, did they come to fight? Duan Qingling threw the sword to Mo San, wanting her to confirm the conjecture in his heart for him, and Mo San did not disappoint him.

"It's a good sword." The beautiful woman looked at the unsheathed sword for a long time before adding coldly, "She used it."

Of course Duan Qingling knew who she was.

He was once amazed by the style of the sword. At first, it was just Tianyi Pavilion's negligence. However, he has been learning swords for three years, and Mo Yu has fought against him countless times. His weapon has never been changed. It can be seen that Mo Yu It is intentional for him to use it all the time.

His sword was once the weapon of the owner of Tianyi Pavilion!

Since ancient times, military strategists have loved swords, and the pavilion master went out to fight, so there is absolutely no reason to keep weapons in the pavilion. Thinking of all the things before, Duan Qingling can easily deduce that the pavilion master no longer needs to use a sword, or in other words, can't With a sword?

"She's right." Mo Yu's voice was so cold that it didn't sound like a human voice.

Mo San sheathed the sword thrown by Duan Qingling, then offered it respectfully with both hands, and said, "The pavilion master is in the back room."

A sense of danger climbed up Duan Qingling's heart like a vine. "Tell me." Instead of catching the sword Mo San offered, he turned to face Mo Yu, but his involuntarily trembling body revealed his nervousness, "How is she?" Duan Qingling asked him.

There was neither sadness nor joy in Mo Yu's black eyes. He knew that Duan Qingling would know sooner or later, and this was also the most important step in the protagonist's cruel transformation. It was inevitable, so...

"She's crazy." Mo Yu said truthfully.

***

A beautiful light and shadow bloomed on Mo San's cheeks, like the light of fireworks.

Misty Peak is no longer Misty, when Tianyi Pavilion received the heavy gift list, but gave the royal family such a big dumb loss, amidst the turmoil, it has long since become the sect on the cusp of the storm, how can it be two points Misty look like?In the world of mortals, even shops and houses were built all the way down the mountain.

"I taught you how to use a sword." Mo Yu leaned down, her bewitching voice was like the whisper of a demon.

Duan Qingling's eyelashes trembled slightly. He took Mo San's sword and walked forward with a dignified posture, his clothes rubbing against each other. Ren Moyu's voice was fragmented into simple words behind him.

"Mo Qing Yuling is crazy... Life is worse than death."

Everyone lives in humility, but not everyone is proud.

On the platform on the ninth step, the exquisite courtyard pavilion is in front, but no one is willing to take a step forward.

"I used to hate you." Duan Qingling said calmly.

It took Mo Yu a while to realize that Duan Qingling was talking to Mo San.

Of course he would hate Mo San. In the original setting of the script, Duan Qingling was just a belated rebel, but under Mo San's advance report, Duan Qingling directly became a joke that could not be reversed. .

Destroyed all the beliefs in life, exposed all the truth of fate, such cruelty and injury, can't bear a share of hatred?

Besides, now that she has found the pavilion master, she has turned the beginning into the end. Under Mo Yu's oppression, Duan Qingling is forced to recognize each other like this.

Duan Qingling put her pale hand on the wooden door and said sadly, "Mother, are you inside?"

Duan Qingling couldn't see it, but the beating voice could tell him all the information, the blooming fireworks, the injured brother, the resolute girl, and... those heart-piercing shouts!

Duan Qingling took a step back subconsciously. Until now, he didn't understand the meaning of Mo Yu's phrase 'Life is better than death'.

People who have lost their minds but have high martial arts skills are different from wild animals in behavior.

In fact, from the moment Mo San told him the truth, he had imagined the appearance of his biological mother more than once, but in the face of the cruel facts, he realized that expectations were so powerless.

Mo Yu stood behind him, with his broad hands resting on his shoulders, before this brief consolation reached his heart, Duan Qingling stiffened again as if frightened.

Mo Yu's previous words were repeated in his ears again.

"I taught you how to use a sword..."

"I taught you how to use a sword..."

"I taught you how to use a sword!"

Duan Qingling's back was stiff, and he wanted to run away, but the remaining pride made him restrain his feet. He finally understood Mo Yu's intention, and the jade feathers in his arms were burning... Mo Yu was returning everything to him... give him!He asked him to be the young pavilion master, no, the pavilion master!

But before that, "Hold your sword steady." Mo Yu said coldly.

The shrill hissing in the room continued...

"She wouldn't want to live like this." Mo Yu's voice was full of compassion, and his tone was gentle as if he was recalling the voice and smile of the woman in the room, but Duan Qingling knew that Mo Yu was hating.

The revenge in hatred forced Duan Qingling to have nowhere to escape - if Duan Qingling wanted to regain the power of Tianyi Pavilion, he had to end all of this with his own hands.

"I can't!" Duan Qingling almost screamed out these words.

Mo Yu was forcing him into the abyss of despair, and now, he was standing on the edge of the blackness, crumbling.

"You can." Mo Yu's answer was extremely calm, as if what he was talking about was not a matter of life or death at all.But his thoughts still uncontrollably returned to many years ago, that night when the mansion was burned by fire and blood was splashed with daggers, the young pavilion master said frankly, "You owe me."

You owe me because of your deliberate betrayal and because of my mother's infancy.

In this plane with martial arts as the background, reckless joy, swords and vengeance seem to have become the main theme that has not changed for thousands of years.This made too many bystanders forget the pain of cutting the skin and the scars that lasted for years.

"Is what he said true?" Duan Qingling's body softened, and he almost asked Mo San beside him as if asking for help.

The woman was dressed in green crows, with jet-black hair, and she was as beautiful as a March peach tree, but her answer was unquestionably affirmative.

Then, as if the last hope had been destroyed, the soul of death and rebirth once again occupied the spirit, Duan Qingling suddenly stabilized his breath, he straightened his back, held the sword in his right hand, pulled it out of the scabbard, and said solemnly, " open the door."

Mo Yu smiled, stepped forward to unlock the door for him, and praised, "You did a good job." He looked back at Duan Qingling's sword, and slowly added, "After all, most People would rather deny reality than face the truth."

Before the absurd fate, if Duan Qingling wants to return his things, he must first satisfy the returnee.

The light and shadow of the fireworks flashed across the faces of the three of them... none of them belonged to the majority.

Mo Yu stood silently, Duan Qingling stepped into the door, Mo San put her hands on her face, broken sobs flowed from between her fingers... It was the Mid-Autumn Festival on the [-]th day, the night of reunion, and the fireworks were in full swing!