Flying Thunder God of Douluo Continent

Chapter 99 The Golden Moon ([-])

Xiahou Xuanji rushed forward, drawn by purple electric light all over his body, and at the same time, a heavy thunderbolt fell in the night sky.

The old actor didn't even look at it, he just shot Xiahou Xuanji away.

"boom!!!"

Xiahou Xuanji, who was shot flying, collided with Qi Mosheng, who was about to get up, and the two were directly thrown into the depths of the stage.

Huang Yehu, who was resisting the falling golden moon with his sword in the sky, saw that something was wrong, so he had to give up resisting for the time being, and went down with his sword.

The yellow wild fox was surrounded by emerald green light, and a huge deer-shaped phantom galloped downward in the air.

It's like a god descending from the earth.

The old actor felt the treacherous sword energy coming from the sky, and still held up his dog's tail grass.

He made a cross in the direction of Huang Yehu, and he was no longer willing to take another look.

Huang Yehu, who descended from the sky, was surrounded by thousands of sharp and fierce sword qi at that moment. He was neither advancing nor retreating, so he had to struggle in the midair.

The old actor wanted to find Cao Bailu, but he glanced at Xiahou Xuanji and Qi Mosheng's direction.

In the next second, he appeared in front of the two of them.

The sword light flashed.

The two flew thousands of miles backwards.

Only then did the old actor feel relieved and headed towards Cao Bailu.

Eight seconds left.

But the old actor had already arrived in front of Cao Bailu.

He smiled and said to Cao Bailu, "No one can save you, right?"

"Your rescuers are still a little too young. If they are allowed to repair for another hundred or eighty years, maybe my old bones will really have to confess here today,"

"Unfortunately, there is no if,"

The old actor smiled, the dog's tail grass in his hand was very playful, if it was a real sword, it would definitely be a first-class expert.

Cao Bailu swallowed, and asked, "How many seconds do I have left?"

"Seven seconds, he's about to die, why are you asking this?" the old actor asked suspiciously.

He seemed to have seen the tricky smile on the corner of Cao Bailu's mouth.

The old actor suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"You boy! What is it?"

The old actor looked towards the sky in surprise.

"Damn it, old man! Don't fucking spoil my good work!" he yelled towards the sky.

"Does a dog who is older than me have the nerve to call me old? What are you?" An old but hearty shout sounded from the sky, "I will disgust you even if I die!"

Can't see the person, but hear the voice.

And, you can see its sword.

The sound of howling that pierced the sky approached from the horizon towards the direction of the old opera singer.

The old actor threw away the dog's tail grass, and grabbed a sword from nowhere!

This is the first time Cao Bailu has seen this old actor take out a real sword!
This old actor is going to play for real!
In the sky, there is a flying sword visible to the naked eye, rushing towards the direction of the old actor.

"If you want to kill Cao Bailu, first ask me if I agree with you!"

That was the voice of the old Tanhua in Tsing Yi Lane at that time!

"You old bastard! If you die, you will cause me trouble, right?" The old opera singer shouted, "Kill Cao Bailu! Which eye of yours sees that I really want to kill him?"

"I've seen it with my left and right eyes! You're a deadly showman! Do you really think I'm stupid?"

The flying sword has arrived.

The old opera man glanced at the defenseless Cao Bailu behind him, gritted his teeth, and tore off his opera robe.

He threw the opera robe to Cao Bailu, and shouted, "Put it on! If you don't wear it, you will die!"

Cao Bailu didn't hesitate, nor did he inappropriately ask why, he directly took the opera robe and put it on quickly.

Only then did the old actor look seriously at the sword that was galloping towards him.

Between the small world, the sword is shining.

Between the heaven and the earth, there is only the light of the treasure in the box, and the sound of the sword fairy's swan song!
The old actor raised his sword and collided with the flying sword light!
In an instant, the world changed suddenly!
Not to mention the direct collapse of the stage under his feet, in just an instant, thousands of gaps were opened in this small world!Moreover, the golden moon in the sky was torn from the middle, completely turning into two halves!

Cao Bailu obviously felt that the sword energy capable of destroying everything was coming towards him, but the opera robe that the old actor handed him just now was protecting Cao Bailu at this moment.

The old actor's face was grim, and he said to the sword in front of him that he was desperately fighting for: "I have made up my mind to take Cao Bailu as my disciple. I will not be sorry for the favor of the old emperor of Xishu, but you are so good, come and spoil my good deeds, and I will fuck you!"

"Climb for me!" The sword was getting weaker and weaker. After all, the original owner was dead, and this sword was destined to be nothing but a castle in the air consuming energy reserves.

However, what is the most important thing for Xixuan's older generation?
momentum!You can lose anything, but we must not lose in terms of momentum!
"I thought you were upset and came to slash you with a sword! Why? If you don't accept it? If you don't accept it, come fuck me and dig my grave!?" The sword was completely lost after it became clear that the old actor would not kill Cao Bailu. In order to support his spiritual pillar, he is no longer as murderous as before.

The sword became weaker and weaker until the sword fell to the ground.

"Damn it, your mouth is still so hard even after you're dead, didn't you brush your teeth in the morning?"

"I didn't brush it! I'm going to kill you even if it smells bad today!"

This was the last sound the sword made.

The old Tanhua in the human world finally left the last trace of himself in the human world and completely brought him to another world.

Moreover, seven seconds have passed.

Regardless of whether the old actor's words were sincere or not, Cao Bailu has passed the test.

In fact, the old actor didn't seem to be that angry, he just stared at the sword that fell on the ground, speechless.

Just like that, the two remained silent, as if neither of them wanted to speak first.

Cao Bailu put on that opera robe and said, "Old Immortal, are you familiar? I heard the voice just now. I should have met the owner of this sword."

"Well, I'm not familiar with him. I've always had problems with him before, and it's the same now," the old actor shook his head, and said, "It's always been my bad thing for him, or his bad thing for me. We all want each other Die early."

He smiled miserably.

"It's just," the old actor's face was clearly painted, but he could clearly see that the old actor was not happy, "I really can't be happy."

Obviously the other party is the old actor's deadly enemy.

What a contradiction.

"We were born in the best era, we were born in the worst era, we were born in an era full of opportunities, and we were born in an era when gods can be abandoned," the old opera man beckoned to Cao Bailu and let him sit next to myself.

Cao Bailu sat down.

"At that time, the moon was still golden, beautiful, like the eyebrows of a beauty, bending the autumn moon and the spring breeze." The old opera singer looked at the golden moon in the sky that had been split in two, a little absent-minded.

"do you know?"

"That year, the Wu clan everywhere tore apart the mountains and rivers, and established a ruler called good and evil,"

"That year, the phoenix and the Kunpeng soared in the sky. The scholars shed all their tears and wrote all the paper in the world,"

"That year, the beasts all had sharp teeth, but they thought about how to get enough food and clothing,"

"That year, there was a kind of orchid in full bloom under the sky, called Junzi, some withered, and some entered history,"

"That year, there were too many talented people, 1000 years have passed, they deserve to live, they deserve to die,"

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,"

When the old actor said this, he was already sobbing.

Today, another one died.

So what if it's a bitter rival?In the end, there will be fewer and fewer people in an era, and in the end, all of them will turn into dust of history and disappear in this endless river of light and shadow.

Maybe there is a sense of sympathy, but more, it should be the memory of my own era.

Oh no, it should be an elegy to my era.

Just like the golden moon hanging high in the night sky in this small world.

Is this moon fake?That must be fake, but why is the old actor not willing to replace it with a real image?

It's not that he can't, or that he doesn't want to, but that he doesn't dare.

He was afraid that after this change, he would never remember what that golden moon looked like.

He was afraid that after this change, he would never remember who he really was.

He was afraid that with this change, he would really become a passer-by in history.

But ah, a person who has been living in the past is a joke in itself.

And a person who doesn't want to live in the past but has to live in the past is even more sad, isn't it?

He is a remnant of the old era, and there is no ship that can carry him in the new era.

Cao Bailu looked at the old man beside him.

The old man looked at him too.

"I'm surprised that you can sing Golden Moon Night,"

"I'm just a joke, a joke that doesn't want to wake up from sleep,"

"But dreams, there is always a time to wake up,"

"Seeing that old Tanhua fell asleep so contentedly, I thought, I should wake up too,"

Yes, seeing the death of an old man, the old opera singer finally figured it out.

"That round of golden moon is my only natal object. My natal object is broken, and I won't live long. In the opera robe, there is everything about me. Take it and roll away, as well as Lao Tanhua's sword , you also take it away, I see it as an eyesore, "

"The legend of the golden moon," the old actor looked at the broken golden moon in the sky with a dazed look, "the fewer people who know about it, the better."

"Like us old things, it's a curse to keep them,"

"No way," Cao Bailu blinked, and he persuaded the old opera singer, "It is said that having an old man in a family is like having a treasure, you old gods, but how can we say Xixuan's face-to-face is a disaster?"

"You, you are so quick-spoken that you can say anything," the old actor scoffed at this statement, "We are legends from the old times, it's true."

"Then I ask you,"

"I, your half-cheap master, and the old Tanhua who just saved your life, nothing else, just the two of us,"

"Do you know our names?"

Cao Bailu choked suddenly.

The old actor looked at Cao Bailu and sighed helplessly.

Before Cao Bailu could say anything else, he felt dizzy for a while, and he was sent out of this pear garden cave together with his few rescuers.

In the cave, the only thing left is this old opera singer.

He simply lay down and looked at the golden moon in the sky, no longer listening to him, and gradually falling.

He watched intently.

Jinyue was getting closer and closer to the bottom of this world, collapsing, only a line between them.

It's just that this old actor doesn't seem to want to remedy it at all, even if it goes on like this, he will definitely die.

Looking at the golden moon that split in two, the old actor had no so-called fear in his eyes, only relief and relief.

He cleared his throat suddenly, and sang with his melodious and long-winded voice.

"Under the golden moon! Look at that heroic general!"

"Majestic! It's a pity that I lost the pomegranate skirt!"

"It's just majestic! I've lost Carmine back then!"

"I am from that family..."

A play has a beginning and an end naturally.

The old actor sang the play from beginning to end with great vigor.

"We meet today! We meet again today! Under the golden moon, old friends are reunited, and we go to the west building without words!"

"It's hard to meet! It's hard to meet! Don't worry about thousands of miles away, the golden moon is with you!"

The old actor looked up at the sky.

He smiled and looked at the golden moon that was gradually falling to the ground.

But wept so hard that he couldn't make a sound.

How lucky he was to be able to look at this golden moon when he died.

It's like looking back at that era.

　I can’t find the little poem “That Year” on the Internet, but I didn’t write the paragraphs in the middle. I wrote it down when I was reading a book when I was a child.

　　This chapter has 3000+, together with this morning's 2000+, the total is 5000+, and it will be updated in the evening, if there are not enough, I will add more.

　　Readers who feel that today's update is okay, just comment casually, and I can complain about it. I have been alone for a long time, and it doesn't matter if it doesn't work. I am very happy to be able to catch up here.

　　Thank you readers for your support, I will continue to work hard.

　　
　
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