Six Realms Love Robbery

It was exactly the same as when Mu Longjue saw Yi Qingchen in the room for the first time...

The simple and lovely little mahogany sword hangs there quietly.Back then, in order to protect Xiao Lingtian's fingers, Yi Qingchen wrapped the hilt of the sword carefully with the softest cloth.

The vividly carved wooden figure seemed to be standing against the wind, with long hair flying, sleeves fluttering, and knuckles as slender and delicate as jade pillars.It was engraved by Jian Lingtian when he was a teenager, and each knife was obviously made with great care and attention. It can be seen that he has already deeply engraved the image of his master in his heart.

For some reason, Mu Longjue's eyes were moist.

Jian Lingtian sat in the same position beside the bed as he had done countless times in the past 20 years, quietly looking at Yi Qingchen who was lying on the bed.

His tall and majestic back looks so lonely, lonely, miserable, and pitiful.

Mu Longjue was surprised to find that Yi Qingchen's body had already been fully molded, and his appearance was exactly the same as before.

It's a pity that there will always be no more Yi Qingchen in this world.

There will never be such a saint who created an entire era.

It is recorded in later history that Yi Qingchen is not only a warrior who opened up a new situation of peaceful coexistence in the six realms, but also an ancestor who pioneered the peace consciousness among the three races of humans, demons, and demons.

He is a sage of thought and an important watershed figure in the history of the Six Realms, completely changing the pattern of wanton killing and fighting between humans, demons, and demons for thousands of years.

In the long history, the outline of the peaceful coexistence of the six worlds he established, as well as the various systems under his leading ideology, have been handed down by generations of his thought inheritors, and have been continuously It is being perfected, continued from generation to generation, and never stops...

There is a poem later, eulogizing Yi Qingchen, which says:

Yuyu Liuguang sings with a long sword, and is willing to throw ten thousand gold for friendship.

Ling Han's proud plum is a hero's bone, and the sky is sunny and the voice of a sage.

Unshakable faith and unshakable aspirations, no shame in heaven and earth.

This life is worthy of a plant of snow, and sprinkled with ice to clear the past and present!

There is a poem later, commenting on Jian Lingtian, saying:

Qianyang Shenwu sword is light and cold, and Mo Huang slashes to the sky.

Iron bones and steel shoulders shoulder the true colors, pouring Yan's blood to cast poems.

Even though he was young and killed the world, he is willing to feel guilty and calm.

The prodigal son is also a hero when he turns back, and he keeps promises and protects the world for his love!

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Minghua Sword Sect.

In the evening, the guests from the Four Realms Alliance returned to the guest room after having a meal in the lobby.

Jian Xinghe finally saw off the last guest, relaxed his expression, stood upright at the entrance of the hall, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Compared with 20 years ago, he has finally added a bit of stability between his brows and eyes, but he has not lost the chicness of the past.

As usual, he went to the side hall and worshiped three sticks of incense in front of Yi Qingchen's spiritual tablet, and then returned to Wangtian Peak, standing under a jagged ancient pine tree, looking at the snow-capped mountains, thinking about something.

After so many years, with the help of Mu Longjue, the Alliance of Four Realms has finally developed from a rudimentary state to a fairly complete structure.Among them, there is both sadness and joy, and more of a sense of accomplishment.

He is also very aware that he lacks the ability to plan and plan, so he has to rely on Mu Longjue's advice and suggestions in everything, so that he can resolve one resistance after another and carry out various affairs smoothly.

Therefore, he really trusted Mu Longjue from the bottom of his heart, admired him, relied on him, and couldn't do without him more and more.

Whenever I saw Mulong Jue crouching in front of the desk, his serious expression was so charming that people couldn't look away.

However, Jian Xinghe turned his head away with a blushing face every time.He knows that if he misses it, he misses it after all, and this kind of feeling cannot be forced.

Although the memory of Yaoguang is engraved in his heart, he will never forget the heartbeat that Mu Longjue gave him when they first met.He can't do that kind of sorry to two people, that's too much.

Therefore, he can only bury this feeling in his heart, give silently for many years, treat Mulong wholeheartedly, uphold the same ideals with him, and build the same cause together.

Every time before Mulong Jue came, he would prepare a table of dishes in advance with joy, prepare a few cups of good wine, and stir up the fire more vigorously.

Every time after Mulong Jue left, he would complete everything that the other party told him as if it were an imperial decree, and he did not dare to neglect at all.

Being able to meet Mu Longjue from time to time is the happiest and most anticipated thing for him, other than that, he has nothing else to ask for.

But often in the dead of night, he would stand under the cedar pine, looking at the bright white moon, recalling the good memory of seeing Mu Longjue for the first time in Beiming Ice Field.

"Unfortunately, the world is like a bright moon, there will always be defects." Jian Xinghe couldn't help sighing, rubbing a small jade flute in his hand.

It was a souvenir left by Mu Longjue when he parted from him after the battle between immortals and demons, and he always carried it with him.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind,

"...If I say, the moon will still be full?"

This voice is powerful, clear and hearty.

Jian Xinghe couldn't help but startled, and slowly turned his head to look at the other party.

Mu Longjue was looking at him with a smile on his face, and stood with his hands behind his back.

Jian Xinghe has been persistent for so many years, how could he not know how smart he is?

The two looked at each other and smiled lightly.

……

Suddenly a burst of laughter came from far and near.

A seven or eight-year-old Taoist priest ran over with a smile.

Behind him, followed closely by a child from the Monster Race, who was also running with a smile on his face.

They were the two little guys who were sitting and reading the brochure together under the stage.

The little Taoist quickly ran to Mu Longjue's feet, raised his neck, blinked his big eyes on his heroic face, and said fiercely, "Uncle Long, I still want to see you grow into a flying dragon. I look at Dashanshan, okay?"

"Uncle Long, I want it too! I want to ride a big flying dragon too!" The Yaozu child shouted after him, bouncing around, with a fair and delicate face so tender that it would make people's hearts go away melted.

Mu Longjue squatted down and supported the shoulders of the two little guys, "Okay, okay, tomorrow I will let you sit on the big flying dragon and see the mountains, okay?"

The little Taoist's face immediately blossomed, and he shouted happily while running, "Oh! Oh! Sit on the big flying dragon! --Look at the mountains! --"

As he was running, the little Taoist turned his head, and while running backwards, he shouted excitedly at the Yaozu kid, "Junior brother! Master Long has turned into a big flying dragon. He is brave, handsome, and flies well!" Fast!"

"How fast?" Yaozu child asked innocently.

"So fast! I'll show you how fast it is!" The little Taoist stepped on a stone with a heavy head, then opened his arms, flew down like a bird, and then borrowed the speed of landing on the stone. Turning around in the room, trying to demonstrate, imitating the sound of the wind blowing in his mouth, "Swoosh! ~~~~Swoosh! ~~~~ How about it? I fly fast, right?"

"Quick, brother, you are really flying so fast, I want to be as fast as you! I want to be as powerful as you!" The Yaozu child showed a pure and happy smile on his pretty face, and he was so excited that he also imitated the little Taoist priest. , stepped on the stone with one foot, then opened his arms, jumped down, turned around in the room, imitating the sound of the wind blowing in his mouth, "嗖!~~~~嗖!~~~~hahaha "

The two children were spinning and laughing in the snow, very happy.

Under the bright moonlight, the sky was full of snowflakes, and it fell on the mountains of the Ming Hua Jianzong thousands of miles away, and the sky and the earth were vast.

This gorgeous and beautiful world really makes people just want to cherish it.

Later generations have poems, praising the sword and the galaxy, saying:

The sword of Chunyang Tianxiao has no shadow, and the young man's face is clear with the wind.

His blood is as hot as the sun, and his eyes are as righteous as stars.

Yujian has passed through thousands of mountains and thousands of miles, walking freely in the clouds.

How cool is the joy of life, the world of mortals smiles with true temperament!

Later generations also have poems, praising Longjue, saying:

The jade waves of the blue sea connect with the blue sky, and the dragon splits the river and cuts the waves.

The awe-inspiring and heroic appearance is like a jade tree, and the bright teeth and red face are as startled.

The monstrous waves and the monsters were angry, and the dragon roared through the sky.

Chivalrous, courageous and fearless, famous and famous forever!

Later generations wrote many poems, commenting and lamenting all kinds of heroes in this battle, but due to the age, these poems have been lost to the world and can no longer be found.

However, those loyalty and courage for friendship, lofty ambitions for ideals, and tragic feelings for dignity have not been wiped out at all, but have been passed on to future generations!

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postscript

It's finally over, and I feel very satisfied, but empty.

The process was very cheerful, and in the end I succeeded in pleasing myself.

In fact, what I want to express is that there are many characters, each with their own flaws, but it is a loving family, and everyone is heroic and courageous, with lofty ambitions.

So let's take it for granted, this is a story of how Mu Longjue shielded and pulled a team of idiots, and finally justice defeated evil. hhhhh...

Only this passionate article is dedicated to all of you who love life.Brother Yihui will continue to look for my lovely little shoushou, hoping to find a deep and warm little Zhengtai who I love, raise him, treat him well for the rest of his life, and then teach him what is □□, (eh, It seems that something strange has been mixed in) Kekeke, tell me loudly, it will definitely happen, right?

Brother Ikki loves you! bye