Wang Yue Han

The young man's white clothes were stained red with blood, like Luoyang red peonies blooming layer by layer, his blue hair turned white, his glazed blue eyes faded, leaving only scarlet eyes; Tianlei is extremely painful, I can bear it."; "Second life, I fell in love with you because of a one-time fate, so I slaughtered more than a hundred Taoist temples, one thousand three hundred and four people, I am tired."; "Third In the world, I fell in love with you because of my childhood sweetheart, so I tried my best to get you to say I love you, I hate you."; "I cut out my flesh and heart, just want to never recognize you again, I swear not to be human I just want to stop falling in love with you." Jiang Zihan recounted his past every time he took a step, until he was five steps away from Yan Ziyao, he laughed at himself: "But Yan Ziyao...look at this Destiny...you just let me lose my love for the third life, why do you still want to provoke me in this life?"; "You lied to me! How could I be entangled with you for the third life!" Every sentence is a silent question, but that Yan Ziyao wanted to believe in the cause and effect of the past and the present life, but he couldn't believe it. He repeated the dream countless times, a face dripping with blood, which was the result of the other party's own hands gouging out the flesh; Life compensation... How can I believe that you are not only ruthless in this life, but also bear my infatuation for three lifetimes... But now, it doesn't matter..." Jiang Zihan took the Bai Yuqin with his backhand, caressing the body of the piano, desolately Yan: "This Qin... has been with me for hundreds of years, and it should end today." Qin Ruqing, Jiang Zihan was too bitter and tired to carry it, so he didn't want to keep it anymore, Bai Yuqin was thrown by him In mid-air, Xi Yu instantly melted into the air, and amidst the sword qi, the white jade qin was broken and its strings were broken, and the remnant qin fell silently into the river, buried in the dark desolation; after that, Jiang Zihan showed no mercy, and Xi Yu rushed directly to Yan Ziyao's face At the door, Yan Ziyao was still thinking about the questioning voice, and had no intention of fighting; Xi Yu's sword tip stayed three inches in front of Yan Ziyao's eyes, and Jiang Zihan said angrily: "I said, if you don't fight me wholeheartedly, then I will kill you first, and then slaughter your whole family and even the whole world."; "You and I have a vengeance, why bother to implicate the people of the world, if you insist on doing this, then I promise you!" Putting aside all distracting thoughts, Yan Ziyao Jingyue Turning around, he flicked Xi Yu's sword away, just like the day they met; when the rain came, the sword energy gathered together, making the river turbulent. Jiang Zihan hated this smell, so he listened to the sound to identify his position, and fought Let me lead Jiang Zihan to the top of Beishan Mountain, the place where they had a lingering relationship; Jiang Zihan tried his best to let himself use his sword as usual, forcing Yan Ziyao to force him to increase his skills to jump to the top, because Yan Ziyao can only jump to the top of the mountain. Only in this state can he kill himself with his own hands; Yan Ziyao holds Fengyun Qiankun with his left hand, and holds the seal rings of all demons with his right hand; Two eyes, two artifacts, two cranes...

The shower stopped, and the rainwater mixed with blood fell freely. Jingyue pierced straight into Jiang Zihan's chest: "I...lost..."; Yue Jian sent it into his body, because in this way, he could get closer to Yan Ziyao; his calm eyes did not startle, and his trembling hands gently lifted up and traced the outline of Yan Ziyao's facial features, he said with a silly smile : "I... will remember your appearance, if... if there is a next life... I will definitely... hide this face far away..."; "Your eyes..." Although Jiang Zihan looked at you with his eyes Looking at Yan Ziyao, but his eyes never blinked, Yan Ziyao realized that the difference in the battle just now was that Jiang Zihan never looked at himself directly; "Is it surprising? Blood and tears stained Tumi." The dark pupils couldn't reflect any image, Jiang Zihan smiled and stroked the corner of his eye, he pointed to the small scar at the corner of the eye and continued: "And here... there was a red mole formed by blood and tears Yes, but I don't like it, so I took a dagger and dug it out one by one, but the blood and tears were too difficult... always dug out and long, and then...it recovered once, I'll dig deeper, and if it grows longer, I'll dig it again! In the end, it was completely eradicated by me... You see, now, it has nothing but this scar..."; "Enough! Don't say any more ..." During the time of parting, Yan Ziyao didn't know that Jiang Zihan would harm himself to such an extent; "What? Are you afraid?" Jiang Zihan put his hands on Yan Ziyao's shoulders lightly, and then held them tightly with a light smile; "I am the one who hurts, not you!" He pushed Yan Ziyao away from his face, and the Jingyue sword was also pulled out of Jiang Zihan's body by the sudden loss of strength: "Yan Ziyao , you... are free..."; after the rain, the sun has not yet risen, only a seven-colored neon in the distance, smiling at the various states of life; blood sprayed from Jiang Zihan's heart, and splashed on Yan Ziyao's eyebrows In the world, the memories that had been taken away and broken came like a spring; the struggle of being possessed by a nightmare, the fierceness of killing people with his own hands, the invisible face in the night...it turned out...it was me; The rest of the monks were all slaughtered by themselves...

Yan Ziyao, Yan Ziyao, it turns out that he was the one who committed the murder first;

"Why did you lie to me!" He rushed to Jiang Zihan and asked: "It was me who committed the murder in the White Horse Temple! It was obviously me, Yan Ziyao! Why did you take this charge for me!"; "Don't thank me. "Jiang Zihan smiled and brushed away the person who was clutching his skirt, got up and walked slowly back to his root; Ye Luo returned to his root, even if he couldn't see it, he just wanted to go back to where he came from now, blood dripping down the dust, the other shore The new shoots and the weeds on the mountain path could not bear the weight and withered and died; the bamboo forest was his best memory, but unfortunately...it had already withered because of his death; the footsteps rustled , is the sad beauty of the dead leaves all over the ground, or... so that you can take everything away without reservation; "Jiang Zihan! Are you really going to abandon me?" Yan Ziyao came chasing after me with Jingyue in his hand; hurry up? ?He couldn't do it, because Jiang He lay dead thousands of miles away for no reason, and he had to give an explanation to the world; should he let go?I can't do it, because he has already fallen into this catastrophe, and he is even more concerned about abandoning him cruelly; "Otherwise? What else do you want? How about... I will allow you to come to my grave and cry in front of my grave next year." Anyway, I will not be reincarnated, and your tears will not dirty my Huangquan road." Jiang Zihan stood quietly in place, the dense forest leaves swayed in a gleam, and his clothes fluttered: "I used to... I thought only talents Will be old...but you see that I am now...but I am older than you."; "You abandon me, I have nothing to say, but what about Zhanyue! Are you willing to part with him?" There is no biological mother in the past month, so he secretly went to Mo Han to confirm it, but he didn't want to believe it, how could a man give birth by himself; He." Jiang Zihan tried hard to restrain himself, lest he would not be able to stop collapsing; "Is Zhanyue really nothing to do with me? Jiang Zihan, do you still deceive yourself? I forced Mohan to ask, and she said that Zunyue was born by you, but Only me...and you..."; "Shut up! Yan Ziyao, let me tell you, Zhanyue belongs to me alone! It has nothing to do with you!" Emotionally lost control, Jiang Zihan was bleeding profusely: "You go, I don't want to be so humble even to die..."; this time, he really let go, ever since he forced Yan Ziyao to go all out to stab the sword, he never planned to live in this world, he His hands were covered with blood, even if he didn't lose his soul, he would have been thrown into the [-]th hell; Hugging Jiang Zihan tightly, she said in a low voice: "I... will walk with you."; "Anyway, this heart has already been broken once, so why not break it again..." After a word, Jingyue The sword pierced through his heart from behind him: "I don't know how much I owed you in my previous life, but in this life... I was afraid of letting down Master and betraying you, which created all kinds of karma. Master's death, you entered by mistake Shura, turn your eyes away...all of this happened because of me...that's why I am the culprit, the one who deserves to be damned..."; the corner of his mouth fell red on Jiang Zihan's shoulder, wet his clothes, Yan Ziyao continued He said in a low voice: "Zihan, I owe you in this life, and in the next life... I will repay you double...are you...willing to wait for me?"; "It's too late...too late...look at this withered eyes Depression, the flowers and leaves are broken, the Changqin is gone, we... can never go back to the past." Jiang Zihan moved slightly between his fingers, absorbing the Jingyue Sword, letting it pass through the two of them, and the Jingyue Sword was nailed It landed on a dry bamboo, the blade of the sword trembled and trembled, Jiang Zihan raised his head and looked up at the dancing bamboo shadow, his eyes could no longer shed tears, because the blood and tears had dried up, and this feeling was already a memory, he smiled wryly and turned his hand lightly Caressing Yan Ziyao's face, he said gently: "Yan Ziyao... In case, I still have an afterlife... You don't want to come to me again... I'm tired... I can't love you anymore..."; Wuxin The person who has nothing to miss, slowly turns into sporadic bits and pieces, and with the gentle spring breeze, it no longer exists; the fallen flowers become mourning, the silver bell is incomplete, and it was repaired with painstaking efforts, but now only the dead bones are left, weeping blood and scars are irreversible; the breeze blows In the past, the dead leaves are whirling around, and the grievances and grievances in the past and present life are gone, but one person is left licking the wound sadly; I don’t know where the east wind borrowed the falling flowers, and the infatuated butterflies were attracted by the dead leaves, and the butterflies hid their tears in their wings. You...But you buried the pain in your heart: "People say that the more you count, the more you owe, the more you owe, so that's fine... In the next life, let me pay for this heart-wrenching pain..."; Once upon a time, there was a man with a zither and a sword who was unrestrained in the rivers and lakes; once, there was a man with a xiao and a sword riding a horse in the world of mortals; but the true nature of a hero, it is difficult to see through a word of love, three generations can't ask for it, and this life still bears each other. This love has roots and is fate. , is also a sin; the solitary sword, Lingling, don't pass by the old master, a raging fire, and all the past will be wiped out; the past life's love robbery, this life's evil fate, this life's karmic debt, and the next life to repay;

"In the next life, no matter where the world is, I...will never fail you...lovesickness...".

The author has something to say:

This concludes the main text of "Forgetting the Moon Cold"!

Three months from start to finish

Tianya thank you for your tolerance

I also hereby apologize to everyone for my sloppy writing!

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There may or may not be any extra parts in the following episodes! (However, there are more possibilities!)

Then it is the first time that I have persisted for so long for two people, this should be Tianya’s first and will be the last long story (‘?炸?`)

The rivers and lakes are huge, let's meet again by fate, okay!

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