C10 Why do you need to say so much when you ask?

"Gazing up at the heavens, I am worried alone, cold moon and cold stars, allowing Shaohua to pass away in a hurry. The walking corpse, dead heart and body, only seems to have, take the embrace of Yi. Read the past, with a heart full of sorrow, forget the traces of Yee. If it weren't for the fact that the mortal world was making a fool out of people, who would have known that emotions hurt people the most? For several decades, I have been in a daze, but I was still able to do it. I have always been calm and collected, and I have forgotten how gentle I was in the past. "(TL: Chinese idiom = Fantasy, Fantasy/Fantasy/Fantasy/Fantasy/Fantasy/Fantasy/Fantasy)

After sending off Lin Fan, Old Mo looked at the sword on the stage that was covered by a green satin cloth. Perhaps, there were too many thoughts surging in his mind, and he could not help but think.

"Ladies and gentlemen, first of all, I would like to thank all of you for giving me, this old man, some face and putting down the things on my hands." Everyone, first of all, I would like to thank all of you for giving me, this old man, some face and putting down the things on my hands. I apologize to you all. " With that, Elder Mo bowed deeply towards the audience.

"Those who are here, could it be that they are famous people in the martial arts world, but the ancient people said that 'heroes are difficult and beautiful,' I presume that the heroes are not heartless, but I wonder, how many beauties are there in your families?" After which, Elder Mo smiled bitterly. When the people below the stage heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other and laugh. Only an old woman in a green dress, over her age, frowned as she pondered.

"He is old, and his heart is old. He had almost forgotten about the matters of youth. The youths were already old. Only a man's word can be regarded as an explanation of the past. Forging swords for ten years was only for his sake. Liu'er, please come up to the stage to draw your sword. " Elder Mo looked down the stage, only to see a trace of tenderness hidden within the determination in his eyes.

Following the direction in which Elder Mo was looking, the old woman in the long green dress loosened her eyebrows and stood up slightly. Although she was wearing a flowery armor, her movements were still elegant, and only a few wrinkles could be seen on her rosy face. Her hair was still as black as ink. A jade green hairpin had been tied into a bun. Two jade beads hung above her ears. After she stood up, the crowd below the stage all looked at her. She turned around and gave everyone a slight smile. Everyone was enchanted as they imagined how beautiful she would be when she was young, how beautiful she would be when she was young.

She turned around and walked down the stage gracefully. She lifted her green moonlight dress and landed on the stage quietly with the tip of her foot, like a willow leaf falling with the wind. She stared at Elder Mo with eyes that contained a slight trace of hatred, but also tears.

One step, one step. She walked lightly, slowly arriving in front of Elder Mo. The two of them were less than twenty feet apart, standing face to face. They looked at each other in this manner, unwilling to break the momentary silence.

After being stunned for a moment, the Madam lightly opened her red lips as though she was about to say a thousand words. However, she only said three words to Elder Mo.

"You're old!"

"That's right!" "Time has always hastened people to grow old, you and I have not seen it for decades, I have already had a full head of white hair, but you are still so radiant!"

"So what? The so-called beauties, the so-called lover, in your heart, I wonder how much weight you still have left? " said the lady fiercely, biting her red lip.

"People change their ways!" Let bygones be bygones. Liu'er, why can't we let bygones be bygones at this age? Back then, you and I were in the martial arts world, so many things happened by ourselves! If there is an afterlife, I will repay the kindness you have shown me with my entire life! "

When the old woman heard this, she could only let out a bitter laugh.

"In the next life, even though you are still like this, you still promised me an illusory next life! The afterlife was just an excuse! You can't let go of the obsession in your heart in this life. Forget it! As you say, you and I are already at this age. There are some things we can't let go of! Give me the sword, I want to see if a gentleman like you is worthy of the past! "

"Alright!" Elder Mo replied.

Old Mo walked over to the green cloth and gently lifted it up, forming a ball and placing it on the ground. With both hands, he picked up the sword, turned and walked in front of the old woman.

"Liu'er, please look!" As he spoke, he extended his hands towards her.

The old lady took the sword from Elder Mo's hands with trembling hands, and gently caressed the jade green sword sheath. Suddenly …

She swung her sword, and it rang out with the melodious sound of a singing nightingale.

She placed the sword horizontally in front of her and carefully examined it. She saw that the sword was about three feet long, but half an inch thinner than an ordinary sword. It was a dark green blade with a thin blade and a round blade that gave off a cool feeling. She looked at the sword hilt, and it looked like a strand of willow branch was wrapped around the sword head. The jade-green willow leaf swayed in the wind, and on the sword head was embedded a jasper shaped willow tree.

She observed it for a moment and gently danced a few times. Although the sword did not have the force of an ordinary sword, it was as soft as a willow branch. It was also gentle and full of tenacity.

"After all these years, you've finally fulfilled a promise for me, haven't you?" she said to Elder Mo.

"That's right. This sword is probably the only thing I can do for you in my entire life." I have finished casting the sword, please choose a good name! "

"In the matters of the martial arts world, emotions can't be compared to heartlessness, and a few people would be willing to part with such feelings. People say, 'Love has always been hatred, and this hatred never ends.' … However, he did not know how much hatred there would be left after the incident. He could not bear to part with it, but he chose to let it go in the end. Wentian, asking where he stood, yet he couldn't find out what emotions were in this world. He asked you, asking himself, but he didn't know that both of us had feelings for each other that we couldn't bear to part with. The Brightmoon Restaurant by the West Lake, the one who once had a beautiful heart, was now just a middle-aged woman. This sword will be our final parting. This sword is called Questioning. " Why would Liu Wen Qing need so much words!

As she spoke, she slowly sheathed her sword, turned around, and walked off the platform.

Elder Mo stared at her back as two drops of tears fell from his old eyes. He was lost in the past, unable to extricate himself.