"Master, Master's wife!" Luo Feiyu shouted.

But the man in black and the woman in white did not look at him.

In the eyes of the two, there was only each other.

"Can't you see me?" Luo Feiyu walked forward and wanted to touch him, but saw his hand piercing through the body of the man in black.

But fortunately, he saw the face of the man in black clearly.

His face is thin and elegant like a scholar, but he is different from Gu Jingyao's arrogance. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a teacher who teaches in a private school. However, now his face is full of sorrow.

And then, he is very young.

After more than twenty years of youth, it is still not enough to make him a gray-haired old man.

"Master!" Luo Feiyu was a little shocked. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would not be able to connect the person in front of him with the old man in the desert no matter what.

At this moment, the man in black finally spoke, "Have you really made a decision?"

The woman on the Sword Stone withdrew her gaze, took off the wine pot at her waist and took a sip, "Yes. I have set up a village in Junshan, Gusu, and posted to the most evil people in the world. Many people have been invited to come. When the time comes, I will set off a tide in the world."

Mo Jinshu shook his head and rejected, "There will always be a solution, why do you need this?"

"Mr. Xie wanted to change the world with his own strength, but he also turned around between the court and the world? Things in the world are like tides, whether it is successful or not, it is always something that someone has to do. The sword is biased towards the edge, which is the proverb given to me by Mr. Xie." Xun Xianke slightly raised the sword in his hand.

"Clip the sword?" Mo Jinshu recited the name of the sword lightly.

"This is a sword killing sword that you have condensed with the fear of countless sword spirits. When you cast this sword, didn't you also take a different path from the past?" Xun Xianke said softly: "I will use this sword to create turmoil in the world in the name of burying swords and asking immortals, attracting immortals to appear, and then extinguishing their ambition to destroy the world in the face of the mortal world."

"But have you ever thought that if you do this, you will be called a devil by the world?" Mo Jinshu said in a deep voice.

In reality, Luo Feiyu suddenly raised his head and looked at the Xunxian standing on the top.

The eyes of Xunxianke's exposed person trembled slightly, and he still didn't say anything after pondering for a long time.

"Even if this matter is done, this world cannot tolerate you. In their eyes, you are the unforgivable demon and are destined to be unable to protect yourself." Mo Jinshu paused and said, "They will do everything they can to death."

"I understand." After a long silence, Xun Cyclops finally said.

"Since you understand, come with me." Mo Jinshu said slowly, "Go back to where we should go."

Xunxian shook his head, "I understand, it doesn't mean I want to retreat."

Mo Jinshu was surprised and said, "Then you want it!"

Xunxianke suddenly said seriously: "I think I need you."

"I need me?" Mo Jinshu was stunned.

"All I have to do is step into the endless abyss. Because only by being bound by the darkness in the abyss can you see the light more easily. You should understand this. So, I need a--" Xunxianke suddenly waved his sword.

"The person who pulled me out of the abyss."

Although this sword contained infinite sword power, it only hit a gap in the top of the cave, and the entire cave did not even shake. The dense dust fell down like light swagger. Luo Feiyu subconsciously raised his arm to block it, but the dust passed through his body and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, warmth came.

The sunlight shone through the gap, illuminating the cave in an instant.

The celestialis walked slowly down the sunlight.

A white dress fell and danced, and the dust all over her body gathered and dispersed with the wind.

Luo Feiyu opened his eyes wide and was a little dull.

This may not be the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, but it is definitely the most fairy-like woman he has ever seen. Even if he is deeply loved by Mu Ke, who was personally circulated by the White Bird Immortal Lord, he may be inferior.

The confidence in her eyes was firm, clean and pure, and she was all telling her great good intentions in her heart that she wanted to save the world from water and fire.

No wonder.

No wonder the master fell in love with this woman.

Luo Feiyu kept repeating in his heart.

He thought that the master would be obsessed with the scenery at that time, so he turned his head and looked over. Unexpectedly, Mo Jinshu in the illusion would soon smile faintly, just like the pot of tea rising up against the wind and sand in the desert of his hometown.

"I am already a fairy, and I am still thinking about finding immortals?"

"Since you are a fairy, you have to be kind. At present, someone is going to be bad to the people, so I will naturally stop you." Xun Xianke smiled slightly.

Mo Jinshu nodded, "Okay, I promise you."

"Don't." Luo Feiyu said subconsciously.

"Since no one dares to do it, let's go forward." Mo Jinshu walked forward.

"Master, don't!" Luo Feiyu shouted in surprise, but the two people in front of him were still unmoved.

In the blurry tears, they finally walked towards each other.

"No!" Luo Feiyu shook his head helplessly and ran forward, "Master, don't agree to the master's wife!"

However, he passed through the bodies of the two.

"What if you have an accident?" Mo Jinshu finally expressed his worries.

The cyclaki looked up at him, "We are just actors."

"Actor?"

"A pair of actors who sent the world to peace and peace." Xun Xianke looked up proudly, as if telling something that was worthy of her pride.

"When the opera ended, we went to see the flowers blooming in the peach garden."

"Master's wife, don't be stupid anymore!" Luo Feiyu looked at Mo Jinshu with red eyes, "Master, stop it!"

But Mo Jinshu smiled freely. He looked at Xun Xianke deeply and whispered: "I promise you."

"At that time, Bai Cha Qinghuan, I'm waiting for you to return to the shore."

"In the end, no one is allowed to leave."

"This oath."

"No!" Luo Feiyu shouted, and he watched helplessly as the two pulled out the long swords at their waists, one was dust and the other was broken. The pair of swords that had left legendary swords in the world, and together left sword marks on the oath sword stone.

Once the sword mark is complete, the oath will be given.

"No!"

Soon, everything became blurred.

The last thing he saw was the smiles of the two.

It is as pure as a clear stream, and can accommodate each other's vast eyes.

"Sword Gate is broken." Dongfang Ruyi, who was outside the door, said. "Once the Sword Gate is broken, he will have to come out."

"But now he probably can't come out." Dongfang Wuya sighed.

Dongfang Ruyi shook her head, then raised her finger and pointed it at her eyebrows. The blood-colored sword gate condensed into a drop of blood ink, turning into a cinnabar mole and returned to her forehead.

Luo Feiyu also appeared in front of the two of them.

At this moment, he was already in tears.

"It's just an illusion that cannot be changed, why bother?" Dongfang Wuya advised.

Luo Feiyu ignored him and was still whimpering in a low voice.

"Since you want to cry, just cry out loud." Dongfang Wuya patted his shoulder.

After he said this, Luo Feiyu finally couldn't help it and shouted with a crying voice.

"Master, Master's wife!"

Dongfang Ruyi, who was standing behind, saw Dongfang Wuya, who was still comforting Luo Feiyu at the last moment, quietly raised her hand and wiped her tears.

PS: I actually wanted to write this article very early, but it hasn't arrived yet.

Mo Jinshu and Axian are actually taken from a word in the name of my grandparents. They accompanied me in my childhood. When I was a child, I often heard them mention to each other that they should enjoy their old age together.

Unfortunately, my grandmother left halfway. Although my grandfather quickly cheered up, he often wrote secretly to express his grief. One time I happened to be tidying up, and it has been eight years since I calculated the days.

My grandfather was originally a teacher, and they and my husband were inseparable from my life, so I wrote this article and mourned me in my own way.

Forgive me.

As the Spring Festival approaches, I hope everyone will be happy and happy.
Chapter completed!