Thunderbolt Single Sword God

In the dark night, the night wind blows.

Sporadic raindrops ticked, the sky darkened and changed,

Although it is late summer and warm, the wilderness is cold at night, and catkins are blowing down all over the sky.

The catkins swayed with the wind, fell on the green grass, scattered on the prodigal son, lying flat on the ground, dressed in rags, with his eyes closed, the figure was like a corpse.

 …

Scattered raindrops fell between the pale eyebrows, and suddenly the ring finger of the figure's left arm moved slightly, as if in a nightmare, cold sweat oozed from the forehead, and there was pain between the brows.

Suddenly!

The dying nightmare sat up in shock, and suddenly woke up, his eyes were bloodshot, he was panting heavily as if he was suffocating, his body was drenched in cold sweat, as if he had fallen into a river and picked it up.

"I, hiss, I... I'm not dead?!"

Nan Feng Bujing's hair was disheveled, his head felt as if he had been hit hard by Wan Jun, and after a slight memory, he immediately had a splitting headache, veins in his fingers popped up, he grabbed hold of the grass, and dunked it into the soil.

Instantly.

Gritting his teeth tightly, the pain suddenly eased, his thinking gradually became clear, and the terrifying scenes kept replaying in his mind.

The black and white of the world are invisible, his body falls into the darkness, the horror of the sword mountain and the sword forest The Underworld, his body and mind are as if cut by thousands of knives, he crawled back from it.

"This is?!"

Nan Feng did not have fierce eyes, but his mood was abnormally depressed, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, he was suddenly startled, shocked in his heart, and flusteredly touched Tan Lu's chest.

"July 13" was shocked.

The serious illness he suffered from practicing Qi Deviation in the past has been healed in no time, and he suddenly felt perturbed and confused, Carp stood up straight and tried to verify with his true energy.

boom!

All of a sudden, the air is strong, the ground is cracked and criss-crossed, raindrops, flying catkins, and grass suddenly burst, dancing and flying with the wind, and the smoke and dust are filled with the wind.

"Jian Huang....……"

Nan Feng didn't understand it. He was exposed to the wind and rain, but he didn't feel it at all. Like a sculpture, he stared at the stars in the sky, his gaze was extraordinarily complicated.

Fortunately, he still thinks that it is because of his tenacious personality that he crawled back from The Underworld and survived the catastrophe. He has a lot of resentment in his heart.

How ridiculous?

The truth is so.

The sword emperor's ability is unfathomable, and people are also mysterious, unfathomable, killing and saving are indistinguishable, and life and death are transformed in a single thought, which is so terrifying and inexplicable.

Nan Feng Bujing's eyes were dull, he laughed at himself in his heart, lost and ashamed, all kinds of thoughts came to his mind.

Tangled, bitter, grateful, confused...

Running around for love, coming and going in the dust, helpless where love falls, every famous flower has its own owner, the heart is at a loss, chasing in vain, all in exchange for a futile.

Confused looking after the world of mortals, Nan Feng Bujing At this time, there is only a sense of shameful sorrow and entangled gratitude in my heart.

"Ha...Miss Linling, I wish you happiness."

Nan Feng Bujing raised his head suddenly, his hair was drenched, and stuck to his forehead and cheeks in a disorderly manner, his expression was crying and smiling, mixed with the real rain that was getting bigger and bigger.

With a firm heart, he turned around and faced the direction of the forest where he had met before, with a clear distinction between grievances and grievances, and bowed solemnly.

The true energy circulated, and the mysterious light was dim for a moment, and he changed into a brand new clothes, which also represented a new beginning. Now his body has recovered and he can practice the "Scroll of God".

Nan Feng Bujing completely gave up. He mistakenly thought that Jianhuang and Yulinling were a match made in heaven. He was convinced and sincerely grateful for Dan's blessings.

Words of the Sword Emperor.

Nan Feng Bujing's eyes are calm, and he fully agrees in his heart. He has learned the bloody lesson in his heart, and if he is not strong enough in a difficult situation, all pursuits will be nothing.

suddenly.

Nan Feng didn't compete to turn into a rainbow for a moment, silently, and disappeared into the grassland in the rain in the forest. Now his body has recovered, and he has the "Scroll of Bing Jia Wu Jing" by his side.

Now I can practice with peace of mind, and the hope of martial arts has been ignited in my heart again, and I want to return to the wandering world, work hard, and practice hard.

Looking forward to the future.

When he meets the Sword Emperor again, he wants to personally challenge the Sword Emperor again. Nan Feng has no other intentions, but only one purpose, which is to impress him!

The volume of Bing Jia Wu Jing Shen.

Does Mo Yunhao know that Nan Feng does not compete for possession?

Naturally he knew it, but he didn't take it away, because Mo Yunhao had the source of the Tao Te Ching, and the Bing Jia Wu Jing was like tasteless to him.

All living beings are so difficult to look at, and the sea is so surging that it is difficult to measure it.

Who is in charge of the world?

Life is one choice after another.

Nan Feng did not make his choice, now that he has awakened, there is no need to look back, it seems that the road is so difficult, even if there is love, it must be broken!

plight.

Ink painting peak.

Night, cold and quiet.

The patter, the raindrops are melodious, like a lullaby.

People, quiet and lazy.

In Haoxue Yingyun Residence, in the boudoir, it is as warm as spring, quiet and elegant, with elegant and fragrant lingering, the bed brocade is elegant, and the bed curtain is covered with snow-white gauze.

The candle shadows were turning red, the clouds and rain had just rested, Mo Yunhao was lazily leaning against the head of the bed, Ying Hongxue was snuggling in his arms, lovingly caressing the loose hair between the eyebrows of his beloved wife.

Ying Hongxue raised her eyes playfully, and responded lazily, hugging his neck with her slender arms like jade, and buried her small head in her strong chest.

"Husband."

Affectionate, each other's eyes blend, the fiery affection is enough to melt the wind, frost, rain and snow, and the soft voice speaks softly, and the softness penetrates the bone.

"Xue'er, rest."

Mo Yunhao smiled softly, stretched out his hands to gather the hair on his cheeks behind his ears, wrapped his arms around the slender willow waist, the red candle suddenly went out, and fell asleep hugging each other.

the next day.

early morning.

After the rain, it cleared up, and the hazy clouds and mists shrouded the peak of Mohua Peak. The clouds and mists were lingering like a fairyland, colorful and dreamy.

As the sun shone into the room, Mo Yunhao opened his eyes, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help smiling, suddenly knowing that he was at home.

"Husband, are you awake?"

Yinghongxue's sweet voice sounded, and Mo Yunhao looked around in a blink of an eye, only to see Yinghongxue was smiling sweetly, sitting in front of the dressing table, combing her big eyes with blue silk and moist and beautiful, blinking and blinking.

"Um."

Mo Yunhao nodded with a gentle smile, looked out of the window, the sun was shining brightly, the green trees were as new, the green leaves were dripping with dew, and the scenery was particularly fresh.

Turned over, sat up, lifted the mandarin duck brocade quilt, got up, dressed, and washed.

Walking to the dressing table, she stretched out her hand to help Ying Hongxue comb her black hair, her movements were extremely gentle, Ying Hongxue's heart was as sweet as sugar, and a happy smile hung on her cheeks.

at this moment.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps, Mo Yunhao and Ying Hongxue raised their eyes at the same time, and saw Ling Boying stepping in.

"My lord, my lord, Shenhong brought a flying book from the gun tower."

Holding Miaowu in her left arm, Ling Boying held a secret letter from Gun Tower in her right palm. She hurried forward and handed it to Mo Yunhao.

Mo Yunhao took the gunlou flying letter, opened it for a detailed inspection, and felt quite speechless, Zonghengzi wanted to see him.

"*#EZI?"

After Yinghongxue finished dressing, Niao Pingping stood up and took Meow from Ling Boying's hand. Seeing her husband Mo Yunhao's expression was slightly surprised, she asked casually while stroking the cat.

"Xue'er, I'll go out and tell you when I come back."

Mo Yunhao touched Meow's ears, pondered a little in his heart, and responded with a smile.

Yu Linling is at Mohua Peak, and he doesn't want her to know that his Dage son is related to him.

Yinghongxue Bingxue is smart, she is thoughtful in her heart, some things are difficult for her husband Mo Yunhao to explain clearly, but she also understands it in her heart, and she responds with a sweet smile.

Especially Ling Boying was still on the sidelines, obviously curious in the blink of an eye, to keep him away from the Rivers and Lakes turmoil 0. ………………

The less one knows, the more secure, Ying Hongxue also understands this truth.

The red and blue rainbow light is misty, and the handsome figure becomes more ethereal and dreamy, disappearing into the elegant bedroom without a trace.

"Xiaoying, are Sister Jialing and Xiangling up yet?"

Yinghong Xuelian walked lightly, came to the window with Miaowu in his arms, looked at the small green courtyard not far below, and asked Ling Boying with a smile.

"Sister Xueling slept with me, and woke up. Sister Linling and Sister Xiangling were still there. I went to deliver hot water just now. They hugged each other, and they were sleepy, ha.

Ling Boying was hiding behind Ying Hongxue, leaning out half of her body, hiding her head and brain to play tricks on Miaowu, which made Miaowu dissatisfied, scratching her paws, playing hide-and-seek with each other.

Ying Hongxue couldn't help smiling when she heard this. Yu Linling likes to hug people to sleep. She has a deep understanding and is used to it, but she didn't expect her to rest with Xiang Ling.

The weather is sunny after the rain, the weather is cool, it is extraordinarily fresh and relaxing, and it is good to sleep a little longer.

Ying Hongxue didn't bother, she went to Junhuang Xueling with Ling Boying in a calm mood...

A hundred miles into the clouds, the lonely peak is cold and proud.

Above the peak, the wind was blowing, Zonghengzi stood silently, with streamers flying, his mind seemed to be peaceful, but he was quite headache.

Ever since the Eastern Emperor was imprisoned, he secretly manipulated the Yuehuang God Capital.

People who have long been accustomed to control, why at this time, they feel inexplicably speechless, they have never been so shocked, their thoughts are spinning, how to explain.

Sheji soothes the hearts of the courtiers, drives away ghosts and ghosts without a truce, looks at the setting sun, illuminates the fields of the earth, and strives to move the clouds, and the dark fog disappears.

Donghuang Tianxia shows the enemy to be weak, and knows everything about Yuehuang God like the palm of his hand. When he is careless, it seems that there is no limit to the road, and he finally seizes a chance.

He also didn't care about his courtiers and generals, and secretly issued a blood edict, relying on the emperor's sword as a lone minister, and also secretly assisted by the famous sword peer.

Rescue him, and drive the dark hand, Zonghengzi, out of Yuehuang Shendu

"Zonghengzi, why are you in such a mess?"

Zonghengzi stood on the isolated peak, silent, and suddenly heard the words falling, and the red and blue rainbow light beside him was misty, like a dream bubble, psychedelic, and suddenly appeared the ethereal figure of the person who came.

"Sword Master."

Zonghengzi's heart trembled, he turned slightly and bowed to salute, his expression was rather ashamed, but this action caused the baby in his arms to cry. 2.9 "Your daughter, or the daughter of the Eastern Emperor?"

Mo Yunhao's eyes were wide, and he didn't blame Zonghengzi. He looked at the baby girl in Zonghengzi's arms. It seemed that he had just reached the full moon, and his expression was strange, and he asked even more strangely.

"Donghuangxue is definitely the daughter of Donghuang Tiantian!"

Zonghengzi was astonished, and the sword master was indifferent, as if he didn't care about his failure, and at the same time he was relieved, he suddenly understood why he asked such a question, and hurriedly explained.

"Please tell me the details."

Mo Yunhao knows Zonghengzi, even though he is extremely intelligent, but he has not experienced the wind and rain, how to know the changes of the world is a lesson, he will not blame it.

not to mention.

He doesn't take the Emperor Yue God's capital to heart, and the success or failure of Zonghengzi is not in the list of his concerns.

"Well, the details are as follows... Unexpectedly, there is a flood dragon hidden in the shallow water. I didn't notice it for a while, but left her daughter behind."

Zonghengzi told the truth, he really didn't expect it, and he was about to exile the lonely minister of Huangjian, but who knew that there was a famous sword in the dark, which made him fall short.

Originally it was arranged that the Eastern Emperor Tianxia would give birth to an heir, but Zonghengzi wanted to secretly get rid of the Eastern Emperor Tianxia and support the young master to the throne, he was caught off guard, and did not expect that the implementation of the plan would change.

At the moment when his identity was exposed, if he did not ask for help from Gun Tower, Gu Xinglei and Fenghuo Liancheng secretly blocked the rescue, he wanted to find Yue Tomb God Capital.

The mood is a bit mixed. .