The cold son of the bright moon in Qin Dynasty

Mo Xuan, let me call you Mo Xuan. When you read the letter, I have already entered the palace of King Qin. I am planning to assassinate Ying Zheng. Maybe I will succeed. Maybe I will just die in Xianyang. If my godfather dies, You must live a good life, you are already so big, and your martial arts are also the true biography of me and your father, you will be very powerful, if possible, you must make contributions to the anti-Qin, then thank you godfather .If I don't come back after ten days, then you should leave here quickly and never come back, remember it's forever.

"Godfather!" The letter fell, it seems that I was a step too late, why didn't I come out a few days earlier?If I had come out earlier, my godfather would not have sent him to his death. Why am I so careless?No wonder Uncle Orion gave me my meals for half a month. It seems that he has been away for a long time, what should I do now?How can I stop it?Forget it, just fly over there.

I took the Moxuan sword out of the scabbard, and put it in the air, the sword began to grow bigger in the air, and then flew to the Moxuan sword with a light leap, lightly recited a series of incantations, and then Mo Xuanjian began to move towards Xianyang.

At a place far away from Xianyang, I got off the sword, crossed my arms and held the sword in my arms, and ran towards Xianyang like a swordsman.

Godfather!At the city gate of Xianyang, I saw a severed head, there is no mistake, this is the godfather, the godfather is dead, this is not true, not true!I didn't dare to accept the scene in front of me, I fell to the ground all of a sudden, my eyes were wide open, I didn't know what to say.

"Godfather." Tears slipped down like broken beads, fingernails pierced deeply into the palm, blood dripped on the ground, this is not true, I shook my head, this is really not true, Wei Zhuang !It's all about you, it's all about you.Ying Zheng, he is dead, why do you still humiliate him like this?You want to cut off his head, you are deceiving people too much.

I slowly stood up from the ground and looked at the head on the city gate.

"Oh, what a pity. Didn't expect Jing Ke to die like this?" "Yeah, the King of Qin doesn't even let the dead go." Head, a look of regret.

Godfather, I will take you home.I took off the kerchief on my head and covered my face, only my eyes could be seen.

I stepped on the ground with all my strength, and flew to the city gate, hanging in mid-air. The blood of my godfather was already thirsty and condensed on the wound. Jing Ke in history was stabbed to death eight times. It is said that "the wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone." '

"Godfather, I'll take you home." I untied the rope that was hanging him, took off my coat, wrapped the head, carried it on my back, and looked coldly at those people who were already shocked when they saw me hanging in the air. Soldiers who stayed.

"Tell Ying Zheng and Wei Zhuang that I, Jing Tianxue, will take their heads to pay homage to Jing Ke!" In the blink of an eye, I disappeared here out of thin air. "There is a ghost!" Some soldiers were frightened and fled in all directions.

"Godfather!" I piled up a small tomb, only his head and clothes, and his body should have been thrown into the wild by people sent by Ying Zheng. "I will avenge you. Parents' death. I wanted to give up. When is it time to repay my grievances, but I can no longer be so weak. You are dead too. I don't have any worries." Gently picked up a pile Soil, sprinkled in front of the tomb.

Then wrap the Moxuan Sword with a cloth, and I won't take the cloth belt apart unless it is absolutely necessary.

--Four years later--

"Godfather, from today onwards, I won't talk nonsense anymore. I'm going to Mo's house and find Tianming." He tied his hair high, tied a black headband, wore a black men's suit, and held his sword in his arms. In his hand, he took a last look at the tomb, shed a tear, and turned to leave. There was no emotion in his eyes. A swordsman should be indifferent, the sword is cold, and the person is even colder.