Mo Yun's departure alarmed Feng Ning, Feng Ning rushed into Qin Zichen's study with the letter left by Mo Yun, and said anxiously: "Brother, Mo Yun disappeared again, has he been taken away again!"
With that said, Feng Ning handed Mo Yun's letter to Qin Zichen. Qin Zichen opened Mo Yun's letter and quickly scanned it. Feng Ning kept saying beside him, "Su Qinglian has already entered the Demon Suppressing Tower. Who else wants to catch Mo Yun..."
"Don't worry," Qin Zichen frowned, remembering what Mo Yun said yesterday, and said seriously, "Mo Yun may really have left by himself."
"Fart, let's go!" Feng Ning said violently, "The world is in such a mess now, what should I do if he goes out like this and gets killed?"
"Feng Ning," Qin Zichen said helplessly, "He is already a Nascent Soul cultivator."
Hearing this, Feng Ning was slightly taken aback, then sighed: "In my heart, he is always a child."
"Feng Ning, but he is not a child after all." Qin Zichen recalled Mo Yun's words, frowned and said, "I think he may know something that we don't."
"Could it be about Su Qinglian?" Feng Ning immediately realized, Qin Zichen nodded and lowered his eyebrows.
On the other side, after Su Qinglian promised Mo Yun to be with him, her appearance changed.
As a thousand-faced fox, her disguise technique has already reached perfection. This time, she wanted Yi Cheng to be someone Mo Yun liked. When she carefully asked him what kind of woman he liked, Mo Yun looked at her quietly and said softly: " Just one, similar to you."
Su Qinglian was taken aback for a moment, then lowered her head and slightly raised the corners of her mouth.
She turned into a little girl similar to her original appearance, shyly following Mo Yun. Mo Yun looked at her quietly, couldn't help laughing, handed the end of his sword to her, and said gently: "Girl, I'll take you away, okay?"
"Okay." Su Qinglian lowered her head and said hoarsely, "It's fine wherever you take me."
Mo Yun turned around, held the other end of the sword, and led her away.
They went to many places, the heavens were about to collapse, the world was in chaos, and ghosts and monsters were rampant. Mo Yun took Su Qinglian to chase and kill those monks who used people to refine their veins. Finished.
They sometimes go to some small places, and if they have nothing to do, they will live there for a while.
Once, they went to a remote town where no monks had passed by. Mo Yun and Su Qinglian stayed temporarily. During the day, Mo Yun went hunting in the mountains, and Su Qinglian did some needlework in the village.
She is good at embroidering, her needlework is very different from those of these village women, and the things she embroiders are lifelike. Everyone praises her like Mo Yun, Mo Yun's wife is really capable.
When she heard it from afar, she lowered her head and blushed like a little girl.
He watched from a distance, and saw many morning glory blooming on the fence. Behind the morning glory was the girl's plain face, surrounded by many children, chatting with her, she was blushing, smiling, eyes It seems that he looked over, but didn't look again.
Mo Yun's heart skipped a beat, he watched quietly, and after a long time, he couldn't help but smile.
Then he walked in quickly, and before she could react, he hugged her violently.
Su Qinglian yelled out in shock, he burst into laughter, hugged her around, she couldn't help biting her lips, shyly said: "There are still people watching."
"Just look at it." Mo Yunlang laughed, as if he was a boy back then: "I hug my wife, who will look at me?"
Su Qinglian turned around in astonishment, Mo Yun looked at her surprised expression, and said seriously: "Actually, if I had met earlier back then, maybe I would have really liked you too."
"But," Su Qinglian couldn't help but smiled bitterly: "I have worked very hard to meet you for many years."
But you never looked back.
Mo Yun looked at her with a complaining expression, and said softly, "But now we meet."
"Qinglian," he lowered his head, pressed his forehead against hers, and said softly, "Stay with me, forever, never go back."
"I don't care what you want to do, no matter who you are." With the shattered afternoon sun in his eyes, he murmured, "I won't go back to Tianjianzong, so don't go back either. Watching you."
Su Qinglian didn't speak, the demon god in her consciousness screamed: "You promised me! How dare you!"
"Shut up!" Su Qinglian shouted coldly in the sea of consciousness. She raised her head and put her arms around Mo Yun's neck.
"Mo Yun," she murmured, "I can't go back."
"You don't want me to stay..." She said slowly, "You want me to die."
Where is the contract signed with the demon god so easy to get rid of? How can the hatred engraved in the bones be so easy to dissipate
As if it was the expected answer, Mo Yun lowered his eyes. He hugged her for a long time, and slowly said, "I see."
From then on, Mo Yun never mentioned such words again, she followed him and went around to eliminate demons and defend the way.
However, Mo Yun made her stop every time.
"I don't like you killing people," he told her earnestly, holding her slender hand with his head down, and said softly, "I hope you can be clean."
Su Qinglian didn't speak, her body trembled slightly.
One day, Mo Yun chased and killed the elder of a small sect, and chased him all the way into the lair of that sect. As soon as she entered, she found that the sect was full of Mo Yun's enemies. Mo Yun protected her and rushed out. Su Qinglian watched countless spells hit Mo Yun, but Mo Yun still only regarded her as a little girl. Like a girl, he held her in his arms and slashed out with one sword at a time.
His blood dripped on her face, she was in his arms, looking up at him blankly. Then she saw a sword piercing into his body, the blood stained her eyes, she couldn't help but growl, and pushed Mo Yun to the side suddenly, the coercion of the transcending tribulation period exploded in an instant .
Mo Yun walked towards her with difficulty in the gust of wind blown up by her, and tremblingly said: "Qinglian..."
Su Qinglian couldn't hear or see.
Her eyes were bloodshot, and the tip of her nose was filled with the smell of blood. She didn't know what she had done. When she woke up, there were corpses and bloodstains all over the place. Still with the remains of human flesh.
Mo Yun sat on the ground, staring at her blankly, his eyes full of horror.
Great fear surged in her heart, forcing herself not to face the urge to run away, forced a smile, and walked towards him step by step.
"Mo Yun..." She made a hoarse voice, stretched out her bloody hand in front of him, and said slowly, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you..."
Mo Yun trembled all over, he forced himself to hold her hand. However, when he touched the sticky blood on her hand, he finally couldn't help it, turned his head and vomited profusely.
Su Qinglian froze in place, looking at the vomiting young man in front of her, her eyes slowly got wet.
In fact, she is also as clean as he likes, but she can't do it.
In her bones, she was used to killing, used to blood, used to crushing everything under her feet, never going back to her past life.
She didn't speak, watching him slowly vomit.
Mo Yun lowered his head, supported himself to stand up, and said hoarsely, "Go back."
Su Qinglian nodded, took out the magic weapon, carefully placed Mo Yun in the magic weapon, and handed him the elixir for repair.
Back in the hut where they lived, the two of them hadn't talked. After Su Qinglian helped him to sleep, she looked at him quietly for a while, then left the house.
Her mind was filled with the way he looked at her in horror, and the image of him gently holding her hand and muttering: "I like you clean."
She had already cleaned her body with a cleansing spell, but for some reason, she always felt that her hands were sticky and her body was dirty. Desperate, she walked to the edge of a nearby small lake, squatted down, and looked at the girl in the lake.
The bright moon was reflected on the surface of the lake, she stretched out her hand, and the moment she put her hand into the lake, she seemed to see blood gushing out of it, dyeing the pure white moon red that day.
She was trembling all over, tears were streaming down her face, and she kept washing her hands.
"I want to wash it up..." She said hoarsely: "I wash it up, Mo Yun won't be afraid of me."
Cleaner, maybe Mo Yun will like her more.
She rubbed her hands desperately until the skin was worn out and blood flowed from her hands, she didn't realize it.
On the other side, after she left, Mo Yun slowly opened his eyes.
Su Qinglian is full of good medicines in her hands. He is also a swordsman with a strong physique. Resting for a while is enough for the wound to heal. He went down to the table and took the sword into his hand. He pulled out the sword inch by inch, shining brilliantly under the moonlight.
Holding the sword, he looked at the figure reflected on the sword, and his chaotic and flustered heart also settled down.
He put the sword into the sword palace, put on his outer robe, turned around and walked out. After wandering for half a year, he has been wearing the standard disciple outfit of Tianjianzong, never forgetting where he came from and where he will return.
When Su Qinglian was found by the lake, she was still washing her hands. Weeping while washing, the skin on her hands was already worn out and dripping with blood. Standing behind her, Mo Yun couldn't help but hoarse, and whispered: "Don't wash it."
"No," she shook her head in a panic: "I have to wash it up, and you will like me after I wash it up."
Mo Yun didn't speak, he looked at her with compassion, and cried out, "Qinglian, I don't think you're dirty."
Su Qinglian didn't speak, she paused slightly, raised her head tremblingly, and the moment she saw the handsome face crying tears, she knelt on the ground and threw herself into his arms.
She howled in his arms, each louder and more desperate.
Mo Yun lowered his head, put his hands on her soft hair, and said hoarsely, "I'm here."
He raised his head blankly, looked at the blood rippling in the lake, and said slowly, "I don't think you are dirty."
"You lied..." Su Qinglian hugged him tightly.
How can you not think she is dirty? How can you not hate her
Mo Yun looked down at her, bent down, and picked up the crying girl.
He carried her back to the room, put her on the couch, and looked at her tenderly: "Really, I don't think you are dirty."
"I like you, Qinglian," he raised his hand and put it on the side of her face, his voice was like a trickle of water: "I want you to be my wife, I want to be with you forever, and I want to share all the things that I think are good. For you, I want to be buried with you."
Su Qinglian didn't speak, sobbed, staring at him on the bed, he bent down, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and said softly: "So, are you happy, are you happy?"
"Mo Yun," she raised her hand, hugged him, and cried like a child, "Whether you lied to me or not... But in this life, I feel that there is no time that makes me happier than now .”
"Qinglian," he looked at her with some unbearable eyes: "You are so stupid."
She covered her eyes with her hands, sobbing.
He pulled open her shirt and kissed every inch of her body carefully. When she reached three inches under her armpit, she suddenly held him down and tremblingly said: "No!"
Mo Yun pulled her hand away, and kissed her again. This time, Su Qinglian used her strength to push him away, and said in horror, "Don't!"
Mo Yun didn't speak, he looked at her, Su Qinglian finally realized, she lowered her head, a little embarrassed said: "I feel itchy..."
Mo Yun chuckled: "Master said, when a girl says she doesn't want it, she usually wants it very much."
Su Qinglian combed it with her hands, shook her head and said, "It's not all right..."
As she said that, she seemed to feel that it was too dangerous to go on like this. She crawled over and said with a blushing face, "Let me do it."
Mo Yun laughed softly, and said hoarsely, "Okay."
That was probably a night they would never forget, outside were the sounds of insects and birds, and the moonlight was like water. She called his name in a low voice, but when he was in a daze, he held her tightly in his arms, but kept saying it.
"We'll be buried together."
"I will treat you well."
"My whole life—a thousand years and a hundred years—will be yours."
"Su Qinglian..." He cried out, lying in her arms: "I'm sorry..."
Su Qinglian looked at him blankly, her watery eyes were full of gentleness and tolerance.
"Mo Yun..." She laughed lowly: "In this life, no matter what you do, you don't need to say sorry to me."
Hearing this, Mo Yun hugged her without saying a word. It's just that tears rolled down and fell into her clothes.
She couldn't help laughing: "You are such an old man, why do you cry so easily?"
"I just think..." Mo Yun said hoarsely, "In this world, it's really hard to make a choice."
Su Qinglian fiddled with his hair, said indifferently: "You just need to remember, no matter what you choose, I love you."
As she spoke, she bent down and kissed the top of his head with a pious expression.
"I will always love you no matter who you are, where you are, what you've done, whether you love me or not."
"My whole life has long been sacrificed to you."
"Then can you..." Mo Yun raised his head full of expectation: "Can you not be a demon god? You can stay here." He eagerly held her hand and said seriously: "Stay here with me, forever."
Su Qinglian smiled without saying a word, her smile was full of bitterness.
"Mo Yun," she said in a low voice, "the game of chess in life is always a game of no regrets."
Mo Yun stared at her blankly, Su Qinglian held his hand, and said in a low voice, "Unless I die, otherwise, I can't turn back."
Mo Yun and Su Qinglian stayed together for half a year.
Half a year later, the Heavenly Sword Sect was surrounded by dark clouds, and everyone knew that it was Su Qingyi who was about to cross the catastrophe.
Never thought that she would break through the catastrophe so soon, everyone in the Heavenly Sword Sect was extremely nervous, Qin Zichen sat cross-legged, with the jade sword stretched across, calmly guarding her door.
The first thunder struck from the sky, shaking the earth and shaking the mountains. She had built ten purple infants back then, but now she is stepping into the catastrophe, and the thunder she faces is ninety-nine thunder catastrophes. After Xie Hantan Demon God, it was only four or nine thunder calamities, but Su Qingyi faced nine or nine thunder calamities directly!
Everyone present couldn't help but shudder. Qin Zichen slowly opened his eyes and saw the thunderbolt coming down against the hut. The long sword in Qin Zichen's hand flew out suddenly, becoming huge in an instant.
The thunder rumbled on the long sword, and the white jade sword was surrounded by lightning, which saved Su Qingyi from the first catastrophe.
After the first catastrophe was over, dark clouds began to gather again. This time, after waiting for about two hours, the second catastrophe struck again!
The long sword in Qin Zichen's hand flew out again, and this time the thunder calamity slashed for a quarter of an hour, a crack appeared on the white jade sword, and Qin Zichen's complexion became even paler. After he raised his hand, he knew that his life and death sword could no longer withstand the third thunder disaster.
At this time, dark clouds began to gather for the third time. When Qin Zichen was worried, two swords flew out of the room directly, and blocked them in a cross. Six hours later, the thunder struck down again, crashing into the two swords, the light was too dazzling for people to see clearly. The two flying swords carried the thunder calamity once, but they couldn't carry it anymore, which means that the next six thunder calamities had to be resisted by Su Qingyi.
When Su Qingyi retracted the sword, she also made such preparations. She closed her eyes and meditated, accumulating spiritual energy.
A day later, the fourth thunder thundered down!
Su Qingyi opened her eyes suddenly, her aura opened up! However, only the rumble of thunder was heard, and there was no shadow of thunder for a long time. Su Qingyi couldn't help being a little surprised. She probed out with her spiritual sense, only to find that a golden dragon was hovering above the roof, resisting the thunder for her.
Su Qingyi couldn't help getting up, and came to the window, the spiritual power was flowing rapidly from her body, the golden dragon slowly wandered to her after having survived the thunder calamity, staring at her seriously, without words, knowing the deep affection.
She couldn't help smiling, sat in meditation by the window, closed her eyes, and began to guide the flow of spiritual energy in her body. The golden dragon turned into the known little phoenix again, stopped in front of her window, jumped on her shoulder, and accompanied her.
Two days later, the fifth thunder;
Four days later, the sixth thunder;
Eight days later, the seventh thunder;
At this time, Qin Zichen finally couldn't bear it anymore, he fell from the sky to the ground, and the people inside had already fallen into the inner demon, and no longer heard about the outside world.
Qin Zichen transformed from a dragon shape into a human body, curled up on the ground, and closed his eyes in pain.
Dan Hui and Dan Ran hurried up to Qin Zichen, trying their best to push the elixir. Qin Zichen slept with his eyes closed for several hours, and when he opened his eyes again and was able to stand up, he staggered to the front of the hut, pushed open the door, and came to Su Qingyi.
Seeing Su Qingyi who was meditating, he felt a sense of peace in his heart, sat down tired and found a seat, and leaned his head on her shoulder.
He felt very tired, and wanted to be by her side, and just fell asleep like this.
I don't know how long it took, but the eighth thunder struck down suddenly.
Tianlei has always been more ruthless than one, and this thunderbolt shook the entire Tianjianzong, and Qin Zichen hugged the woman tightly in the thunder, not daring to relax at all.
The woman's face was indifferent, Ren Tianlei split the flesh and bones, but there was no change in the slightest.
It took two hours for Tianlei to strike before it was over, and at this time, both Su Qingyi and Qin Zichen were bloody and bloody.
"Qingyi..." Qin Zichen looked up at the woman's bloody face, and at the dark clouds that were about to reunite, feeling a little desperate.
He couldn't hold it anymore, and it was even more impossible for Su Qingyi, who was only a mortal body, to survive this last catastrophe.
But is he going to die like this
As a sword cultivator, the saddest thing is that he cannot die on the battlefield.
If he wants to die, he should draw his sword to face someone, and then die by the opponent's sword.
He just died under the catastrophe without any meaning, which made him feel a little sad.
But the only thing I can be thankful for is that I am still by this person's side before I die.
He gently pulled her into his arms, and said in a low voice, "Qingyi, we're not married yet."
As he spoke, he shifted his gaze to the Naxu ring on Su Qingyi's finger, and said gently: "I've given you the proposal ring for so long, but we haven't been able to get married..."
Su Qingyi failed to respond.
She was caught in a demon robbery. In the Heart Demon Tribulation, it was the night when she was sacrificed, and everyone surrounded her.
Evil energy penetrated her body, and she looked at everyone indifferently.
Countless people stimulated her, but her heart was peaceful. The system seriously asked: "Host, do you want to kill everyone?"
She opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything, the shackles were released, and she walked off the shelf. Her parents watched her tremblingly as she walked towards them.
Every step she takes, she knows that this is a life she has already experienced.
However, at this moment, she didn't know whether it was because she had traveled too long or too far, or there were too many stories in her life, so the past seemed extraordinarily dull, and her heart was at peace.
"Father, mother," she looked at the trembling two, and respectfully said, "Here, my son, I will send you on your way."
"I'm sorry..." The couple desperately kowtowed to her: "Don't hate us, please let us go..."
Hearing this, Su Qingyi couldn't help laughing.
"I don't hate you guys," she said softly, "I don't hate you anymore, I don't hate you anymore."
When life is filled with love, hate will feel meaningless. She has moved on, very far.
"I killed you because you deserved it. It has nothing to do with whether I hate you or not."
Swords slashed across their necks. Su Qingyi turned her head, and there were many people around her.
With no love or hatred in her heart, she raised her sword.
"I kill the princes, it has nothing to do with love or hate. The way of heaven is right and wrong, Qingyi is just doing justice for the sky, and bringing clarity to the world."
"That's all."