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Chapter 130 Reappearance of the sword light!
Chapter 154 Reappearance of the Sword Light

The distant moon is pouring down, and half light is shining.

A young woman in white clothes like snow raised her head and looked at a boundary marker not far away.

"Zhonghai!"
On a huge boundary tablet about four or five feet high, the Chinese character Zhong Hai was written in the calligraphy of Zhang Xu, a calligrapher of the Tang Dynasty.If you don't go deep into it, you will really have the momentum of Zhang Xu crouching like a tiger, jumping like a dragon, heaving like a mountain, and pushing like a spring.

But at this moment, a trace of cold killing intent flashed across the beautiful eyes of the woman in white.

Looking at the huge city in front of the boundary marker with Zhonghai City written on it.In her right hand she did not know when a clear long sword appeared.

"Ye Xietian, the revenge of Bailingfang back then, today, I will make you pay with blood!"

"Clang!"

With the long sword in its sheath, the woman's eyebrows were full of hatred, and she stepped towards Zhonghai City, a famous historical city that has stood for thousands of years.

She came from the dark night, stepping on the cold night sky, no one knows who she is?No one knows the sadness of this young girl!
Grace, resentment, love, hatred!This is the rivers and lakes!
The huge rivers and lakes, the huge world of colored glaze, bear countless people's passionate sons and daughters, but it is difficult to escape the shackles of these four words after all.

The sky at night and the sad song embellish the world, which only adds to the sadness.

Ye Xietian sat lazily on the roof of Yaori Building, his eyes closed, and he fiddled with the strings in his hands casually.

"Looking up at the moon and nostalgia for the past" is not difficult, but it is not easy either.Whether this is difficult or not, how to measure it depends on whether it can be put on the table.

Because this enlightening piano piece is divided into two sections, the former "Wang Jiangming" and the latter "Empty to the Moon"!
"Wangjiangming" is simple, very simple, but it is difficult to get on the table.

"Empty to the Moon" is also not difficult, but it is difficult to get on the stage.

Like water splashing on the river bank and splashing onto stones, Ye Xietian played the first part of "Wangjiangming" crisp and clear, with a hint of laziness and ease.Just like the water that follows the waves and runs wantonly in the boundless rivers and lakes, it is so free and easy, so unrestrained.

The freely flowing river stopped suddenly, and the blue moon in the sky was reflected in the flowing river.

That's right, it's night, and the river that drifts wantonly during the day also knows to stop and rest.The water waves calmed down slightly. They looked at the bright and charming full moon, thinking, where is their real destination for millions of miles of rivers and thousands of miles of waves?

A drop of water, a grain of sand, and a stone, all have their own unique thoughts in this vast world.

Just like this Great Thousand World, just like this whirling glazed world, just like the rivers and lakes with constant disputes, just like this frightening and murderous officialdom every step of the way, just like this murderous invisible, just a second to heaven The next second is the same as the commercial battlefield of hell.

A handful of yellow sand, thousands of grains of dust, a vast ocean, a million water droplets, a mountain, and thousands of sandstones, they seem to be united, but in fact they are also turbulent undercurrents.Disputes continued.Suddenly, Ye Xietian opened his eyes, a lonely and melancholy light flashed in those long, dark eyes, and his hands speeding up when he was talking about the piano music, a melodious and desolate sound sounded, and the Buddha wanted to Use this voice to make desolation.

A drop of water, dripping thousands of years, the stone is rotten!

A grain of sand passes through the brilliance of the sun, the moon and the stars, covering the awn!

A stone flies to the rivers and oceans, then... the sea becomes dry!
Worldly affairs, Vanity Fair, in the end, a glass of wine, a dream.

The bright moon was new yesterday, new today, and still new tomorrow.

Because we don't know how long it has existed, or when it started getting old.

It would be better to make it new every day, every day, every night.

It's changing with each passing day, guess, that's how it came about, right?
The map of rivers and rivers, thousands of miles of frost, a hundred thousand heroes in desolation!
Counting stars, swords glowing, where is the hometown in the rivers and lakes?
Some people were tired, some fell down, some cried, some laughed, but in the end they stood up with difficulty and looked ahead!
They clasped their hands tightly and stood in Xiong Yi's posture.They looked at the sky with both eyes, complaining about their death.

That's it!

Dust rises, sand and stones rise.

Let the rivers and lakes reappear the knife light!
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(End of this chapter)