It was cold from above, but the sound of the piano dispelled the inexplicable chill.

The young man stood on the top of Luoxia Peak, and at a glance, the scene of the five peaks of the Sword God was in his eyes.

Beside the young man, the woman put her arm around the young man's shoulder, snuggled into the young man's arms, and the green silk hung down.

The wind blew, and its cold wind swept up the green silk, and the green silk hit the young man's face, and its faint fragrance spread.

The afterglow of the setting sun stained the clouds under their feet red, and the young man and the woman stood here quietly, the years leaving no trace on their faces.

The clouds surged, and bursts of chuckling came from below.

In front of the courtyard, several children were playing, holding wooden swords in their hands, clumsily practicing basic swordsmanship.

Looking at that scene, the coldness in the young man's eyes was replaced by tenderness.

It was precisely because of the presence of the woman and the children beside him that the young man felt that he had a future.

Like the fairy tales of the world, young men and women are witnessed by three generations of moon gods and go to the palace of marriage.

And those children are the crystallization of youth and women, and after a few years, the killing intent of the young man has completely disappeared, and it has been replaced by peace.

In the past, where he passed, there was no grass, but now, where he stood, flowers were everywhere!

However, they have a fairytale beginning, but not a fairytale end, the woman's body is gradually thin, and the vitality is constantly passing.

Even if the young man cultivates to the sky, he can't stop this disappearing vitality, and he has no place to cultivate himself.

It was a powerless despair, and his heart was crying out in tears.

"I once saw the small bridge and flowing water, but I once said that I would hold each other's hands and watch the fine water flow together!" The woman's face became more and more haggard.

At that moment, he ran all over the entire Martial God Continent, holding his hand, and went to see the thin stream together.

"I'm waiting to cultivate the sword, but I'm not proficient in medical skills, so I don't believe that finding a strange person can cure this inexplicable symptom!"

That year, he walked on the long mountain road not for an audience, just for the doctor to save the life of his beloved.

But that sigh shattered the only hope in his heart, and the vitality dissipated, even if the medical skills were all over the sky, who could have the power to return to the sky.

In that life, he looked up to the sky and howled, not to cultivate the afterlife, but to spend more days with his beloved.

It was a twilight youth covered with clouds, holding an increasingly haggard woman standing on a cliff, and the clouds were rolling at their feet.

The woman's beautiful eyes are no longer as bright as they used to be, and the young man can't forget the ancient road, the long pavilion, and the sunshine of the south falling into those bright eyes.

The slender and slender hand brushed the young man's face, and there was always a smile on the corner of the woman's mouth, "The old people say that on the other side of the sea is the other side, and they say that when people die, they have to float to the other side, do you say that the other side exists?"

"As long as faith is there, then the other side is there!" the young man whispered, looking at the woman's eyes as tender as ever, he had never shown a tired and desperate look in front of the woman.

As he said, as long as faith is there, then everything is unknown.

Hearing this, the corners of the woman's mouth curved up, "If you miss me, then you can write to me!"

"I hope I'll hear from you over there!" the woman's voice finally dissipated into the wind, and her bright eyes dissipated in the afterglow of the setting sun.

How is life and death the same as death, the result of life and death is that at least you can see her in the future, blessing or cursing her life is good or bad, and death means eternal loss, love is great in this world, but death is more domineering than love.

The most painful thing in life is not that you stand in front of me and don't know that I love you, but the distance between life and death.

The young man always held the woman, and he watched his dearest person walk step by step towards the end of his life in front of his fingertips, and his gradually went crazy.

The beauty engraved in the memory of the past gradually dissipated with the departure of the woman, and his smirk disappeared, he didn't know what to laugh at, and the moment the woman closed her eyes, he left tears for the first time in his life.

It was also the last time he suffered, and this time, he wept for seven days and seven nights until his heart was no longer grieved.

Seven days and seven nights later, he had gray hair all night. White as snow, white as frost, mourning the departed Yiren.

It turns out that in addition to heartbreaking and grief-stricken in this world, there is another word that can express pain, that is, life and death.

However, this was only the beginning, and the familiar people gradually left him, and not long after, the third great war broke out between the Martial God Continent and the outside world.

Three generations are gone, three generations of unicorns are also gone, not only the two of them), but also three generations of Qinglong, three generations of Vermilion Birds, three generations of White Tigers, three generations of Xuanwu, too many people have stayed outside the territory and will never come back.

Life is like a river, and those people are like boats on the river, looking at the end of the river on the bank, looking at the boats that left in a hurry, looking back at the twilight, they have not taken a single step, and the boats are lost in the long river of those years.

Later, only thousands of miles of desolation and loneliness remained. The young man became more and more lonely, and the mark of the moon god appeared on his eyebrows, and later, everyone called him the fourth generation.

In the face of an unprecedented crisis in the Martial God Continent, he held up this broken sky and supported the defeated Sword God Gate.

At dusk, he always stood on the edge of the cliff, white clothes like snow, white hair like frost, he looked at the sky a little blankly, his right hand was lifeless, and his left hand was full of life.

The right hand represents death, and the left hand represents new life. The young man bowed his head, looked at his hands, and whispered: "My right hand has slaughtered countless living beings, killing is originally a sin, and the sin committed by the right hand will be paid for with the left hand!"

He no longer holds a sword in his right hand, only his left hand, and his left hand holds a sword, and he takes countless guardians, four generations of Qilin, four generations of Qinglong, four generations of White Tiger, four generations of Vermilion Birds, and four generations of Xuanwu, killing countless extraterritorial enemies.

Dead by the sword, by the sword in his left hand! Many years later, the years still did not leave a mark on his face, but his figure was a little old, just like the three generations he had seen at the beginning.

It was still twilight, he stood on the cliff, his eyes were slightly blank looking at the sky, and there were bursts of soft shouts from disciples practicing swords below.

"Who the hell am I?" he murmured softly, and at this moment, he seemed to see the long pavilion of catkins fluttering, and the shadow of the harp.

"Who the hell am I?" he muttered to himself again, and at this moment he saw the woman snuggled in his arms, and a tender sunset.

"Hehe, then you will have my surname, and you will be called the Moon God in the future!" The woman's voice was still hovering in the young man's ears, and the blankness in his eyes gradually receded, "I am the Moon God!"

"However, I am not the fourth generation, I am the fifth generation!" The dazed look receded like a tide, the young man's eyes became clearer and clearer, the flying white hair behind him gradually turned black again, and the twilight turned into endless snow.

The cliff at his feet turned into an endless layer of ice, and the familiar images around him shattered in vain, disappearing into the evening breeze of the past.

The snow was still flying, and the figure of the fire qilin was quietly suspended in the void, looking at Ye Chen with a slightly solemn face, it had been three days, and this kid had not woken up yet.

However, at this moment, Ye Chen, who had closed his eyes for three days, opened his eyes in vain, raised his head, and looked at the sky a little blankly.

"Who the hell am I?" Ye Chen muttered as he looked at the flying snowflakes.

His eyes fell on Ye Chen, and in Ye Chen's eyes, the fire qilin saw a sadness that could not be dissolved, and the sad emotion infected the snowflakes around him, and the snow fell to the ground weakly.

"That sadness is very similar to the four generations!" whispered the fire qilin, he could never forget the desperate and powerless eyes of the four generations after losing their beloved woman.

"I'm the moon god, I'm the fifth generation!" The snow fell on Ye Chen's face, the cold breath penetrated deep into his soul, and Ye Chen's eyes became more and more determined.

"I'm Ye Chen!" In the end, Ye Chen's body erupted with an incomparably terrifying momentum, which actually made the Fire Qilin feel a palpitation.

"This kid is getting stronger again!" Looking at this scene, the fire qilin was stunned.