C38 Drunk Sword Dance Under the Moon Listening to Clear Sound

"Alright!" The woman promised.

Mo Jingtian and Yang Jing then picked up the four pots of wine and walked up the mountain peak, the four of them arrived at the summit, and at this time, it was already close to dusk, the sun was setting in the west, yet it was unknown just how many people had cut off their intestines in this world. Mo Jingtian stood at the summit of the mountain, looking at the sunset, looking down the mountain, and at the village he grew up in, he lifted up the jar of wine and drank.

Drinking wine from a jug wouldn't be enough to ease the sorrows in his heart.

Mo Jingtian put down the sword in his hand, found a piece of limestone, and sat down with the other three.

Mo Jingtian said: "Sister, wait here, you must be here to bring me to the Brightmoon Restaurant, I know that the Master of the Brightmoon Restaurant is related to my grandfather, and the Brightmoon Restaurant is a place where all the information of the martial arts world is gathered, if you ask about the martial arts world, you can only ask the Brightmoon Restaurant. Elder sister, do you know who did this to my family and the villagers? Oh, that's right, I haven't asked for elder sister's name yet, I don't know if I can tell younger brother so that I can thank you in the future. "

"Little girl Cheng Runyue, Young Heroic Assassin is angered, as for your matters, the Tower Lord did not inform us, he only asked me to wait here."

"Oh, I know." An Ping suddenly stood up. Unknowingly, Mo Jingtian and Yang Jing looked at each other.

"Clear Sound Cave's Xiao Yue, Wu Chanjuan, short sword in purple. You are the beautiful moon envoy of Brightmoon Restaurant! "

"Oh, you are young, but you know a lot. "However, I still need to improve my martial arts." Cheng Runyue said.

"You!" Hearing that, An Ping was naturally angered, and was about to pull out the sword, but Mo Jingtian immediately stopped, and An Ping snorted as he sat down, and ignored him.

"Big Sister Cheng, little brother wishes to toast you." Yang Jing raised the wine jar in his hand.

"Who are you?"

Yang Jing glanced at Mo Jingtian.

Mo Jingtian then said: "Oh, this is my sworn brother, his name is' Yang Jing '. Since there are no relatives in the family, then come with me."

"Oh, come, drink." Unexpectedly, although the Brightmoon Restaurant's Beautiful Moon made Cheng Runyue a woman, he was extremely straightforward. He raised his wine jar and took a big gulp.

Mo Jingtian and Yang Jing were naturally unwilling to lag behind, and they too gulped down a mouthful of strong alcohol.

"Hey, Brother An Ping, why aren't you drinking?" Yang Jing looked at An Ping and said.

When An Ping heard this, he lowered his head slightly. He held onto his clothes with both hands, looking extremely bashful, his face also slightly flushed as he said softly: "I don't drink, ever since I was young, I haven't drunk either."

"So that's how it is, it's alright, I'm replacing An Ping's wine." With that, Mo Jingtian stood up and picked up An Ping's wine, and the three of them started to drink with Yue Hao.

After drinking, the three of them started to get slightly drunk, Mo Jingtian was no exception, he stood up, swayed his body, walked to a distance slightly away from the three of them, suddenly unsheathed the cold sword in his hand, raised it and roared, "Long Wind sending Qiuyan back!", Mo Jingtian stuttered, and then started to wave the cold sword, he was truly drunk, but his sword techniques were not disordered, under the moon, cold swords danced about, Mo Jingtian vented all his worries, but tears still flowed down his face.

"Young Hero, good swordsmanship!" Cheng Runyue said.

But the cold sword was extremely difficult to control, causing Mo Jingtian to be unable to control it anymore after receiving the cold qi in his body. He lost all the Qi in his body, and his body became weak, he knelt on one knee, with his hand on the cold sword, he panted heavily. He slowly stood up and returned the cold sword to its sheath. He said to the three people, "Let's go down the mountain and find a place to rest."

"No need. We will rest on this peak under the starry sky. The sky is the blanket, the mist is the curtain of pearls, and the moon is bright and clear. If one can hear the sound of the wind, the insects and insects, why not?" Cheng Runyue said.

"Alright, then I'll have to trouble elder sister."

Mo Jingtian came to the middle of the three people, took down the flute, and placed it by his mouth. The flute blew, and Mo Jingtian and the other two had never heard such a wonderful sound before, it was as if they were hearing heavenly music from the heavens. The three of them felt like they were in a dream. He forgot. He forgot everything in the world. He forgot his hatred. He forgot his sorrow. It was as if he was no longer in this world. At this time, his drunkenness was also dispelled by the sound of the flute, while Yang Jing laid on a limestone and fell into a deep sleep.

Mo Jingtian looked at Cheng Runyue in a daze, thinking, what kind of appearance would there be under the white veil? Cheng Runyue felt a little embarrassed, and lowered his head, while An Ping, who was at the side, looked at Mo Jingtian, and seemed to be somewhat dissatisfied, and coughed softly. Only then did Mo Jingtian react, and embarrassedly touched his head, and said: "Big sister should rest up earlier."

Cheng Runyue sat on top of the cyan stone and looked at the sky that was filled with stars and the bright moon. An Ping stood up and sat beside Cheng Runyue.

"What are you thinking about?" Cheng Runyue said to him.

"Nothing."

"Your thoughts are written all over your face, and you're still saying it's nothing."

"I just feel very familiar with this place, but no matter how I think about it, I just can't think of it."

"Then don't think about it. In a person's life, there are always things that they need to forget. People have to learn to put it down."

"Put it down. It's easy to say, but how difficult is it to do so?"

"Mn, just like the Young Hero Mo, being in the martial arts world, even if he could let go of his hatred, other people would force him to not forget. A cold sword, there are countless people thinking about it, in this world, people live for their own selfish desires, at the same time, desire will make people forget about all the obstacles in front of them. Everyone wanted to be the strongest person in the world, so how could they care about the lives of others? Young Hero Mo's future path would be difficult, just like the cold sword in his hands. But this is his path, he has no choice. "

"Sister, what about you? "Do you have your own path?"

"Me? I don't know. Whatever.

"Elder sister, have you killed anyone before?"

"Of course I have."

"But don't you think it's wrong for you to kill them?"

"If you don't kill him, they will kill you. What's wrong with that?" Don't tell me the sword in your hand isn't stained with blood. "

"No, my sword does not have a blade, nor have I killed anyone. However, many people have died because of me."

"Because of you?" Cheng Runyue asked suspiciously.

"Yes." An Ping nodded.

Cheng Runyue thought that since she didn't know the identity of this person, she should still be careful. She looked at the sword in An Ping's hand and thought, "Pavilion Master has mentioned to me before, that when Sword Crafting Immortal Elder Mo forged five swords, one was given to the Pavilion Master, while the other was obtained by Gui Hou, while the other was the cold sword in Mo Jingtian's hands. Yet for some reason, it fell into the hands of this person. Forget it, Pavilion Master has told me before, this sword is a cultivation sword left behind by Elder Mo, Mo Jingtian will not harm the person holding this sword, I believe Mo Jingtian will ask him, and we will know after tomorrow's test. "

Cheng Runyue and An Ping also went to sleep.