Legend of the Water Moon in the Alluring City

Chapter 54

Mo Xuanyu recalled Shi Jingdong and Lu Wenchen from Xiyuguan, leaving only Chen Yang and two other generals to guard Xiyuguan, and then led Shi Jingdong and Lu Wenchen to Yuelongguan with 10 horses thrown.After Xueluo returned to Shuiyue, she stayed with Feng Shuxue to manage the shadow guards.

Feng Shuxue saw that although Xueluo was standing by her side, she was clearly out of her mind and absent-minded. She threw the memorial in her hand on the table, and looked at her with a rather weak look.A sudden sound startled Xueluo, she turned her head and saw Feng Shuxue glaring at her, she didn't understand why she had offended her, but she still lowered her head and knelt down on the ground:

"Your Majesty, rest your anger."

"Do you know why I am angry?"

Xueluo was taken aback, she didn't know why Feng Shuxue said that, but she really didn't know why Feng Shuxue lost her temper suddenly, so she shook her head and replied:

"I don't know."

"Hmph!" Feng Shuxue turned her head to one side, leaned on the dragon chair, frowned and said:

"Since you like Pingcheng, why don't you go for it?"

Xueluo was stunned by Feng Shuxue's words, and it took him a while to come back to his senses, bowing his head and saying:

"Knowing that there is no hope, why bother to be persistent."

Xueluo's face was as usual, as if she really did what she said, she didn't need to be persistent, but her dim eyes betrayed her sincerity. Feng Shuxue was one of the people who knew Xueluo best, and she could see through her self-defense at a glance. Camouflage on the face.It's just that Feng Shuxue didn't say anything more. The thing about her feelings is that outsiders can't interfere, only she can figure it out.

But Xueluo, who was kneeling on the ground, ran away, and what Mo Xuanyu said to him before leading the troops yesterday seemed to be still ringing in his ears.At that time, Mo Xuanyu was riding on the back of a tall black horse, hung the Canglang gun on the side of the saddle, turned his back to Xueluo, looked in the direction of Yaogu, and murmured in a low voice, as if to say to Xueluo, as if talking to himself:

"I want to find Qingye."

After finishing speaking, she rode away on the horse without looking back. Naturally, she couldn't see Xueluo standing alone under the city gate, with the pain and tears on her face.Originally, she wanted to follow Mo Xuanyu to Yuelong Pass, but after hearing these words, Xueluo gave up her original idea and chose to stay in Yuehong City alone.

It's not that she doesn't fight, but if she doesn't find Qingye, Mo Xuanyu will miss that person with all her heart and eyes. No matter how hard she tries, no matter how much affection she puts in, it will be in vain after all, and her company and tenderness cannot be replaced.

Mo Xuanyu rode to Yuelong Pass with a solemn expression on his face.After arriving at Yuelongguan, Mo Xuanyu led the soldiers to the front line, without sleep for half a month, and the madness of using soldiers was unmatched by anyone.However, the people of the foreign race were forced to retreat step by step by her crazily suppressed. Soon, in less than a month, Mo Xuanyu's soldiers rushed into the two cities beside Yuelong Pass and took them back.

Based on Yuelongguan, the foreign race expanded six cities outward. As soon as Mo Xuanyu came out, it shrank to four cities. The morale of the Shuiyue army was high. Xuan Yu admired him with admiration.

At the end of November, the foreign race was forced to retreat a city again, and the combined army of Feng Wuyue and Mo Xuanyu advanced another hundred miles.However, at the beginning of December, Mo Xuanyu suddenly left without saying goodbye. Feng Wuyue sent people to search the entire Yuelong Pass, and even sent secret guards to check the city guarded by foreign races, but no one found her.

On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Mo Xuanyu led a maroon pony in a small town outside Medicine Valley Valley, with a cloth bag on its back, and its hooves clattered on the stone road.The folk customs of the town are simple and honest. Seeing that Mo Xuanyu was about to enter the valley, some kind people dissuaded him:

"There was a catastrophe in this valley a few months ago. Everyone died and blood was everywhere. Now it's getting late. If you enter the valley at this time, you may encounter something bad!"

Mo Xuanyu just shook his head, smiled lightly, pointed to the Canglang gun hanging on the side of the saddle, and said:

"Don't be afraid, I am strong in martial arts, and I am not afraid of anything!"

Seeing that dissuasion was ineffective, the people in the town let her go.Mo Xuanyu held the pony's reins with one hand, touched the horse's neck with the other, and murmured to himself:

"Ma'er, do you think Qingye will wait for me in the valley as promised? She said that tomorrow is her birthday. I don't know how old she is."

The little horse just kicked and walked forward, ignoring Mo Xuanyu's self-talk at all, but Mo Xuanyu didn't mind, he didn't know what he thought of, and smiled silly:

"She told me to go back to the valley to find her on the ninth day of December, so she won't break her promise! Qingye never lied to me."

Mo Xuanyu was alone on the mountain road, and the traces left in the valley by the massacre three months ago had already been washed away by several heavy rains.Mo Xuanyu walked very slowly, as if he wanted to remember all the scenery he had seen with his eyes, and reflected the valley where Yao Qingye grew up in his heart completely, from the little by little scenery, to find The appearance of Yao Qingye when she was young.

The rocks by the Changsheng Lake are still blue, the fine sand is still white and shiny, and the blue lake water has wrinkled fine lines, which looks soft and soft, revealing inexplicable affection and tenderness. In this place where the water and soil are nourished, it is no wonder that the whole person is like this lake, full of agility and tenderness.

Slowly walking into Medicine Valley, Mo Xuanyu followed his memory to find the other courtyard where Yao Qingye lived. The wooden door in his memory was still the same. Looking from afar, it was as if he opened the door and could see Aoba lay on the stone chair in the yard, basking in the sun with her eyes squinted.Mo Xuanyu's heart also softened, and he approached, tied the pony to the wooden door, took off the cloth bag on the horse's back, hugged it in his arms, pushed the door and walked in.

There were some weeds growing on the ground of the small courtyard, which looked a bit barren. Taking advantage of the dim sunlight, Mo Xuanyu's originally soft heart was covered with a layer of loss and haze.She walked into the depths of the small courtyard and pushed open the door of the house where she had lived for half a year.

The furnishings in the room were still the same as when she left, nothing changed at all, the only thing that changed was that there was a thick layer of dust on the wooden table, and no one had been back for a long time.Mo Xuanyu resisted the sudden discomfort in his heart, went back to the yard, found a rag to clean the house, then went to Qingye's house, and cleaned the house again.

While cleaning up Yao Qingye's desk, Mo Xuanyu saw a piece of rice paper pressed under a stack of medical books, and his name seemed to be written on the paper, Mo Xuanyu became curious, and took the stack of medical books away, and the whole picture of the rice paper was reflected Into her eyes, only for a moment, Mo Xuanyu's eyes turned red.

Her name was densely written on that piece of rice paper, but there were only three words on the whole piece of rice paper, which was Mo Xuanyu.Mo Xuanyu picked up the rice paper from the desk and held it in his heart. Tears rolled down the corners of his eyes and choked his throat. Mo Xuanyu sobbed softly:

"Qingye, where have you been?"

No one answered her. After a while, Mo Xuanyu collected his emotions, folded the rice paper and put it in his chest pocket.That night, Mo Xuanyu was sleepless all night. She sat on the steps outside her room, looking up at the moon in the sky, just like what Yao Qingye would do every night at the beginning.

Mo Xuanyu hugged the cloth bag in his arms, recalling the time when he lived in Medicine Valley. At that time, he was sitting on the push chair, and Yao Qingye was picking up medicine in the yard, looking back at her from time to time, She smiled softly.She thought that Qingye had such a gentle temperament, but after seeing Yao Qingye's ruthlessness and indifference when she rejected Feng Yulong, Mo Xuanyu knew how lucky she was.

The sky was getting darker and lighter bit by bit. Mo Xuanyu didn't move from the beginning to the end, and didn't change his movements. He just kept staring at the void, until the sky in the distance turned pale, and she suddenly woke up. I have been sitting on this step all night, and it is dawn.

The cold morning dew in December wet her clothes, and Mo Xuanyu's neck was a little stiff. She put the cloth bag on the steps beside her, rubbed her neck and stood up, facing the rising red sun in the sky, shouting loudly :

"Aoba—"

"Aoba—"

"Aoba—"

"I am back--"

Mo Xuanyu's voice spread far and wide in the valley, and echoes echoed in the valley, repeating over and over again:

I'm back, I'm back, I'm back...

Gently patted his lapel, Mo Xuanyu picked up the cloth bag on the steps again, walked to the stone chair where Yao Qingye often sat, opened the cloth bag, took out a guqin from it, and placed it on the stone table in front of him superior.Mo Xuanyu caressed the body of the piano with both hands, and said in a low voice:

"Qingye, you probably don't know, what I'm best at is not fighting, but singing."

Mo Xuanyu sighed, touched the strings with both hands, and fiddled with them lightly. The melodious sound of the piano poured down from between the strings. Mo Xuanyu lowered his head and sang slowly:

"Mount Huashan is dark and dawn is faint

In the depths of the white clouds, the mountains are dying

plum or snow stop and fly

There is nowhere to return

Red crane walks on its own

sword like frost

Flower Sea Moon Sparse Star Tears

parting after dance

Peach blossoms last night

A few touches of shade □□ inside and outside

fear of dust

Hold hands and look at each other

Suddenly the cicadas end and autumn is here

Flowers Fly Dreams Scatter to the Sky

The wind and the moon are like slush claws

The fine print will eventually be scribbled

who do you want to sue

Sick white position heart gray

The blood of the setting sun illuminates right and wrong

Success and loss of fame and fortune

The rain will stop and blow the cold plum

long goodbye

Long time inscription oblique

Bai Yungui outside the window

Peach blossoms last night

A few touches of shade □□ inside and outside

fear of dust

Hold hands and look at each other

Suddenly the cicadas end and autumn is here

Flowers Fly Dreams Scatter to the Sky

The wind and the moon are like slush claws

The petty words are always scribbled..."

Mo Xuanyu's voice reverberated in the small courtyard, arousing deep sorrow of parting. After singing the song, Mo Xuanyu sat motionless on the stone chair, as if sinking into the world of memories, the memory was full of green leaves He smiled at her tenderly.

Tears fell down unexpectedly again and hit the strings with a soft splash.

The author has something to say: the song in this article is "Luo Mei Jian" by Yin Lin

In addition, the second volume is over here. Students who want to continue reading the third volume can enter the group or go to the post bar. It takes two or three days to apply for the post bar, and it has not been approved yet.

Since then, thank you for your continued support~

In a certain year, the next book will be dedicated to the rivers and lakes, um, I haven’t decided on the name yet... tentatively "Double Sword Moon"