Nightfall Chapter 121: The bright moon is empty (middle)

A person’s name often has a source or meaning. Such as Ning Que, such as Sangsang, such as Jun Mo, of course, except for names like Cuihua and Erya.

Li Shao is called Li Shao, naturally because he is very slow, his rhythm of speech and actions is very slow, he walks very slowly, and even his practice is very slow.

It took him a full seventeen years to get upset, and he couldn't compare with the juniors and sisters at all. Of course, after that, he suddenly became very fast. It only took him three months to get to the cave, and then he knew his fate in the evening .

Slowly Li is such a person. He starts very slowly, then very fast, and walks very slowly, but the fastest in the world. Similarly, he never fights before, no matter who he faces Ye Su or whoever All admitted this, but never believed it to be true. Later he learned to fight and kill, so slow became fast again.

He has mastered countless fighting methods at an unimaginable speed, Chen Pipi’s Tianxiaxi God Finger, Jun Mo’s Respect as a Guest, Haoran Sword, and Master’s Stick, including the one he used to observe the subject before. stick.

He used Liu Bai's sword.

Swords like this are certainly not slow.

This is Li slowly, the slowest Li slowly, and the fastest Li slowly.

The watcher stood on the snowy peak, looked up at the bright moon in the night sky surrounded by stars, and said in admiration: "The good disciple you taught."

There is no bitterness in this sentence, only admiration.

Although he is a major practitioner who has entered the state of tranquility, he can be underestimated by the world's greed, hatred, and love, but after all, he is not ignoring. After self-defeating under the Master, he did not expect to be able to beat the opponent, but he hoped that the students he taught could beat the Master's students.

Actually, the two students he taught were really amazing. Ye Su founded a Protestant Church and eventually became holy. However, he knew very well that Ye Su’s transformation was inseparable from Li’s slow initiation in Chang’an. And Long Qing took a path that had never been taken before, but in the end he died in Ning Que's hands.

Hearing the praise of the teacher, the big brother bowed slightly in return. Did not think about anything. In his opinion, this was a matter of course. Otherwise, how could the Lord worship his son under the master?

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The night is getting darker, it is the real night, and it also represents the night spreading from the north. Just like the past few years. The world is slowly getting colder. Xiling God Kingdom, which was warm as spring even in the middle of winter in previous years, had already fallen for several snow, and the green mountains and mountains were already covered by snow.

The snow cage is wild. Tang Jun from the north and Dahe ** team from the south. After invading the Kingdom of the Gods of Xiling more than ten days ago, the shrine cavalry retreated steadily, and finally retreated hundreds of miles around Taoshan. All the passages from Taoshan to the world were in the hands of the Tang army and the Dahe army, and Taoshan was trapped into one. Lonely.

This situation has been going on for more than ten days. Tang Jun has never launched a final offensive. Mr. 2 and Mr. 3, who came to represent the academy, have never walked into the town again. I don’t know where to go, or because They didn't have the confidence to break through the Qingguang Formation that enveloped Taoshan, or was it because of the butcher in the town?

The longer it lasts, it is not a good thing for the besieged enemy army. It is Xu Chi who is leading the Tang army. It is reasonable to say that he will not make such a mistake, so this means that the academy is in charge.

Like those nights in the past, the wind and snow are still falling tonight, the town is silent and silent, as if it is going to pass without any disturbance, and come back to suffer this day in the early morning of the next day...

But footsteps sounded outside the town.

The butcher took off his leather coat, picked up the heavy butcher knife from the chopping board, walked out of the threshold, and looked at Jun Mo, who was slowly approaching, with an unusually indifferent or cold expression.

"Are you here to die?"

Jun Mo walked to him and stopped, raised one hand as a salute, and said, "The alcoholic is dead."

The cloud like a painful face in a small town in the far north is still floating in the night sky. In fact, it is not too high. It is reasonable to say that Taoshan, thousands of miles away, must be unclear.

But naturally there are people who can see clearly.

The butcher comes from that small town in the north, how can he not see that cloud? He and the alcoholic have lived together in this world for countless years, how can he not receive news of his death?

He didn't speak, and looked at Jun Mo in silence, just like looking at a dead person.

Anyone who is looked at by a character like the butcher with such a look will feel terrified, at least a little uneasy, or cold, but Jun Mo's expression has not changed.

"The alcoholic is dead."

Jun Mo repeated, his tone was calm, not deliberately highlighting this fact and key points to irritate the other party, but telling an objective fact, including the next sentence.

"You will die too."

The butcher drooped his thick eyebrows and said, "How?"

Jun Mo said: "We all know that you and the alcoholic are very afraid of death, so you lived for so many years, but his death proves that he is wrong. If you don't want to die, you should go different from him. Road."

The butcher said: "He follows the Lord, I guard the door, it is different."

Jun Mo said: "There are tens of thousands of roads in the world, not just these two."

The butcher said: "What else?"

Jun Mo said: "How do you choose the forked road? Which side do you put the chips on? Those two roads will not work, and there is the third one. Haotian is now back to Chang'an City. You have no reason not to choose this road." /

"According to reason... according to my fear of death... I really should choose your path. I have never seen Haotian of the Kingdom of God, but I have met her in the world, and I have received promises from her. But..."

The butcher was silent for a moment and said: "I don't want to choose this way."

Jun Mo vaguely guessed his thoughts, and gave a little respect, and said: "Ask for advice."

The butcher's hand holding the handle of the knife is slightly loose and tight, just like his voice at this time, with slight ups and downs, but always so firm and calm: "The practitioner who knows me and the alcoholic always thinks he is the relatively unrestrained one. People, and I am a relatively murderous and cruel person, but in fact I have rarely killed people in these tens of thousands of years."

Jun Mo said: "Indeed."

The butcher said: "I don't kill because I'm afraid of death. I'm really afraid. But I... just such a companion, he was killed by your college, I have to do something for him."

Jun Mo was silent.

The butcher said: "Because he is just me as a companion."

Jun Mo remained silent, and said after a long time: "It makes sense."

It does make sense.

People like alcoholics and butchers, if they weren't for each other, they would have been lost on the long and endless path of spiritual practice, and lost in the long and endless journey of hiding in life. No one can bear that kind of loneliness.

Fortunately, they can be company for each other.

They are each other's only partners. If the butcher doesn't do anything for the alcoholic, no one will do it.

Jun Mo thinks what the butcher said makes sense. He stopped trying to persuade.

He has always respected reason.

He took out the square and straight iron sword. Said: "Please."

The butcher raised the greasy butcher knife and said, "I will cut a way."

There is no way, just need to cut a way.

The butcher raised his knife and slashed at Jun Mo without any moves. No tricks either. You can't even feel the slightest breath of heaven and earth on the knife. It looked like, no, it was a simple one.

This knife is certainly not easy.

If someone slashes thousands with a butcher knife as heavy as a hill every day. More than three hundred days a year, he kept cutting every day. Such days have been reunited for tens of thousands of years, so how many knives did he cut?

No one has done this before, only the butcher has done it, and only he can do it, because he lived long enough, so he practiced for long enough.

It is said that cultivation lies in talent and diligence. The butcher's cultivation talent is naturally one of the best in history, and his diligence is also one of the best. What does it mean if the two are compatible?

Thousands multiplied by three hundred and then multiplied by tens of thousands. How much is this?

Meaning, this knife is invincible.

When Liu Bai resurrected, he couldn't take the knife.

Looking at the subject, I don't want to take this cut.

Except for Ke Haoran, no one has ever been able to hold on to the butcher's knife.

Jun Mo's eyes lit up.

He knows what this knife means, and those two words are very dazzling.

Little Shishu is his idol, he wants to take this knife.

If his arms are intact, or he will take one.

But now he has only one arm left, one end of the iron sword in his hand, and the other end in the snow.

That is the rootless willow.

The luster in his eyes is dim, then bright again, everything is calm.

Jun Mo stepped back, raised his iron sword, raised his knee, and kicked his left foot upward.

This kick, he kicked the sky, it was kicking for the sky.

He kicked the iron sword on the head.

The iron sword whistled through the air, but did not leave, as if it had become a bowstring.

One end of the string is in his hand and the other end is under his feet.

The iron knife slashed on the iron sword, the string was bent, but not broken.

The iron sword is like a string, and Jun Mo is like an arrow, retreating like lightning, retreating a hundred feet along the long street.

In the end, he did not choose to harden the butcher's knife.

Because tonight, he is not fighting alone.

He is the proud Jun Mo, but he is also the second brother of the academy.

However, the butcher's knife is so terrifying that it still adorns him.

With the sound of terror, the iron sword bends sharply.

Finally touched his crown.

His hair has not been restored to its original length, but he has put on the ancient crown again tonight.

The crown is like a boat, helping him navigate the huge waves of heaven and earth, without turning sideways or overturning.

Jun Mo continued to retreat, all the way out of the town, and back to the cliff.

The sword's intent was still unbroken, only a sneer was heard, a clear crack appeared on his chest, and a deep mark appeared on his iron sword.

This iron sword, at the bottom of the Tiankeng in the Western Wilderness, led the serfs to fight against the Xuankong Temple for several years. It was not broken, but was deformed, and was restored as before, but it was almost cut off by the butcher tonight.

What a terrifying cut, it was invincible.

Jun Mo retreated to the foot of the cliff.

His right foot fell, kicked into the sky, and turned into a rock pine, like a nail to the ground, without backing up.

The butcher has also arrived.

Unlike the world’s thinking, the butcher’s speed is not too slow.

The corners of Jun Mo's lips were bleeding, looking at the second sword that came through the night again, his expression was extremely quiet.

He couldn't stop the butcher's knife, and when he retreated hundreds of feet, he was still injured.

But all he wants is for the butcher to come here.

A scream of cicadas sounded.

There seems to be a huge cicada with its transparent wings spread out in front of the cliff.

It just caged where the butcher was standing.

The butcher entered the world of Cicada Wings, a world completely cut off from the Haotian world.

Even major practitioners who have crossed the five realms may not be able to create their own world, especially the world composed of these two transparent and invisible cicada wings, which is actually indestructible.

"Just chill, how can you trap me!"

The butcher's beards and hairs flew, and in the violent shout, he slashed to the transparent world barrier!

A scream!

A crack appeared in the transparent cicada wings!

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(This chapter also wants to be called: Butcher's Knife...There is another chapter.) (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!