On the side of the ancient road, he looked at the catkins in the sky with confused eyes.

At some point, his sword had rusted, but his words grew stronger.

The killing gradually disappeared on him, and the young man muttered softly, "Moon God!"

"From now on, then, I will be the god of the moon!" the young man did not know what the name of the god of the moon meant.

Yueqin Yun smiled gracefully, pointed to the young man's eyebrows and said, "To become a moon god, you need to have the mark of the moon god, but you don't have it!"

The young man is just laughing, the woman is also laughing, the catkins are gradually falling, spring goes to summer, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and there is already a green sea next to the ancient road.

The young man stood under the tree with his sword, and the wind blew, curling the long hair flying behind him, and his gaze fell on the long pavilion.

The pear blossoms were flying, and the woman was always sitting in the long pavilion, stroking the piano quietly, and the sound of the piano gradually dissipated the killing intent on the young man's body, and where he stood, the grass no longer withered.

Beside him, there was death, but life gradually appeared, and two very different fluctuations spread all around.

"Life and death!" the young man whispered, raising his right hand, an endless amount of dead air permeating his hands, which caused a little ripple in the surrounding void.

"This is death!" the young man whispered, his right hand gently swung forward, and the grass withered in an instant.

His right hand slaughtered countless living beings, and to this day, he does not know how many have died on his right hand.

At this moment, killing intent appeared on his body again, but fortunately, the sound of the woman's piano suddenly floated in, and the sound of Anning's piano once again dissolved the killing intent in his body.

The young man raised his head and looked at the long pavilion, a smile on the corner of his mouth, a very warm smile.

Time is like quicksand at the fingertips, the young man's stop is ten years, and the sound of the piano has also resounded for decades.

Whenever the dawn of the morning sun broke through the clouds, the sound of the piano sounded quietly, and the young man stood on the ancient road, listening quietly, and a little tenderness rarely appeared in his eyes.

This tenderness once again added human emotion to his lifeless eyes, and the woman sat quietly on the long pavilion and stroked the piano.

And when the afterglow of the setting moon dyed the sky red, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the young man held the rusty sword, the sword shadow flew, the wind and grass moved, and the petals of the flowers were sprinkled on the ancient road under the pull of the sword.

The woman got up, held the guqin, stood on the long pavilion, and quietly looked at the figure dancing on the ancient road.

When the starlight twinkles, the two stand under the starlight, laughing but not speaking, not telling the past, not yearning for the future, only talking about the present.

Ten years is the accumulation of countless days and nights, three thousand six hundred and fifty days and nights.

"I'm leaving!" the woman stood up, her green silk hanging down, obscuring the striking birthmark on half of her face.

At this moment, the starlight in the sky dimmed in vain, just for the peerless face of the woman, and at the same time, the melodious sound of the piano also stopped abruptly.

"Where are you going?" the young man opened his eyes and looked at the peerless face a little blankly, I don't know when, he was used to this long pavilion, to the sound of the piano, to the shadow.

For decades, he has walked in the sea of blood, and he has always carried the earth-shattering killing intent and the sky-high smell of blood, but because of the habits of the past ten years, the killing intent on his body has receded and the smell of blood has dissipated.

"Sword God Gate, where I was born, fallen leaves always return to their roots!" the woman whispered, with a hint of remembrance in her eyes.

"What about you?" whispered the woman, her eyes looking at the tall figure, her eyes still tinged with pity, which had not faded with the passage of time.

"I have no past, and I have no future, so I don't know where to go!" whispered the young man, and the hillside in his memory should be full of lilacs, maybe so.

"There is no past, and there is no future!" the woman's heart ached faintly, for ten years, she had also become accustomed to this ancient road, this figure, and this familiar voice.

"Isn't it sad, there is no past, and there is no future!" The young man raised his head, looked at the flying catkins with a slightly blank gaze, and whispered: "Just like this flying catkins, I don't know where to float!"

The smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River fell slowly, enveloping the mountains, covering the ground, enveloping the ancient road, enveloping the long pavilion, and also enveloping these two figures.

The two of them raised their heads at the same time to look at the sudden smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the rain fell on the young man, and the blankness in the young man's eyes became thicker and thicker.

"Have you ever seen the small bridge and flowing water?" the woman suddenly smiled politely, and in this quiet world where only the sound of ticking remained, the woman's laughter drowned out the sound of the rain.

"Maybe I've seen it, but I haven't stayed there!" the young man chuckled as well, but there was still a little blankness in his eyes.

Drizzling, drizzling clothes, the woman walked to the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, walked on the ancient road, walked in front of the youth, in the young man's blank eyes, the woman took the young man's hand.

"Then let's go and see the small bridge and flowing water now!" The two figures gradually dissipated in the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, but the ancient road was still the same, and the long pavilion was still the same.

The willow tree fluttered in the wind, and the thin raindrops were like crystal jade beads, and the grains were verdant and the ones were the same.

Wandering in the smoke and rain of the south of the Yangtze River, the youth and the woman lingered in the flowing water of the small bridge, the youth stood on the shore, the woman stood on the bridge, the young man looked at the fluttering catkins, the woman looked at the youth, laughing and not speaking.

"I've seen the small bridge and flowing water, but unfortunately the beauty of the world will come one day!" the woman whispered.

"But I've found the future!" This time, the young man took the woman's hand, walked out of the drizzle, and walked to the Sword God Gate.

The five peaks of the sword god are like five sharp swords unsheathed, reaching straight into the sky, and the clouds and mist are surrounded by the sunset, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyes the clouds and mist golden.

If someone who saw the Sword God Five Peaks for the first time would definitely be shocked, but looking at this scene, the young man's eyes were just indifferent, but, he was a little dazed, as if he had been here a long time ago, and he was very familiar with every grass and tree here.

This inexplicable familiarity, the young man whispered, his hand holding the woman's hand all the time.

The sharp sound of breaking wind gradually resounded in the sky, and an old figure stepped out of the endless void.

The years had not left any traces on his face, but this originally tall figure looked a little old, and behind him stood five figures.

The young man raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man who was the leader, and there was a strange mark on the middle-aged man's eyebrows, the mark of the moon god.

"Fallen leaves will return to their roots after all, Qin Yun!" the middle-aged man looked at the woman and said softly.

Hearing this, the woman smiled gracefully, "It's just because I found a reason to come back, so I'm back!"

"Who is he?" The middle-aged man's gaze was slightly off, falling on the young man beside the woman, but his plain gaze contained endless coercion, the power of heaven and earth.

"He's who he is, never who he is!" the woman held the young man tightly, and the young man's slightly dazed eyes became clearer and clearer, "My name is the moon god!"

Five powerful breaths erupted, and immediately, four figures broke through the void and appeared in the sky above the young man in an instant, and for a while, one of his dragon groans resounded.

A giant sword fell from above, and the place where it landed was the same place where the young man stood.

The young man raised his head a little dazedly, pointed his right hand to the sword, pointed lightly, and landed on the giant sword, a metal clash sounded, the giant sword collapsed in vain, and an old man in a green robe stepped back.

However, behind the greatsword was an endless sea of fire, and immediately after the sea of fire was an endless chill, and there was a calm aura like the earth.

The young man's sword fingers fell three times in succession, and three roars rang out, and immediately, the three figures also lagged behind.

However, behind the silent appearance of the young man, there was also a sword point.

"Qilin Finger!" a dull voice rang out, it was a middle-aged man wrapped in purple flames, his sword fingers slashing through the void, tearing through space.

It's just that when the sword finger was about to touch the young man, a dead air appeared in vain, and it was this dead air that silently dissolved the sword finger of the middle-aged man.

The young man turned around and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity came to his heart again, as if he had known this middle-aged man a long time ago, but, how long ago was this?

Bang! The young man's sword pointed out, and the point fell in the void, and the middle-aged man was forced to retreat, and reluctantly retreated behind the middle-aged man with the mark of the moon god on his eyebrows.

"My name is Sandai!" the middle-aged man suddenly spoke, he pointed to a mountain peak in the distance, and whispered: "That peak is called Broken Sword Peak, and you will be the peak master of that peak from now on!"

"That mountain is where Qin Yun grew up!" the three generations whispered, and their figures gradually dissipated.

The five who had done it earlier looked at the young man with deep meaning, and also turned to leave.

"Broken Sword Peak!" The young man raised his head and looked at the westernmost peak, the moon was setting in the west, and the clouds in the sky were dyed golden yellow, as if they had fallen on that peak.

"That's where I grew up, it's peaceful, but its name doesn't fit that mountain, I've always habitually called that peak Luoxia Peak!"

"Because when the sun sets, the clouds seem to fall on the peaks of the mountains, and I used to like to stay there and play the piano!" the woman chuckled, curling her eyes.

"Then, it will not be called Broken Sword Peak in the future, it will only have one name, Luoxia Peak!" The young man took the woman's hand, and the figures of the two floated lightly, walking towards the sunset.

The young man came to Luoxia Peak and became the peak master of Luoxia Peak, and his name gradually spread throughout the continent.

The young man also knew that the five people who did it to him at the beginning were the three generations of Qilin, the three generations of Qinglong, the three generations of Vermilion Bird, the three generations of White Tigers, and the three generations of Xuanwu.

And that middle-aged man is the supreme existence of the Martial God Continent, the three generations of the Moon God.

Many people are gone, many people are coming, this scene keeps happening in the Sword God Gate, but for decades, there is at least one scene in Luoxia Peak that will not change, the figure dancing in the sunset, the sound of the piano floating in the sunset.

Standing at the top of the peak, the young man looked at the endless void, his eyes were still a little dazed, why, I have an inexplicable sense of familiarity with everything here?

"Who the hell am I?"