Mo Wentian felt as if his consciousness began to slowly drift away from his body. Just like in the legend, after death, the soul will separate from his body and he can see his body that has stopped breathing.
Mo Wentian did not see himself like a broken rag doll lying on the ground beside the Waste Knife Mountain like the legend. He also did not see the blind man who ended his life with a bamboo leaf without any reason.
In fact, Mo Wentian now opened his eyes in confusion, but could not see a trace of light.
Everything felt like returning to that suffocating and terrifying knife-hiding room.
But Mo Wentian knew that this was not the house that brought him despair and hope, because he was floating in the air at the moment, so it was more like he was walking towards the underworld leading to the underworld, and Mo Wentian could not hear it in his ears.
No sound, everything was lonely and dark.
He didn't know how long it had been floating like this, but Mo Wentian suddenly saw a flash of red light, rising slowly upward from the end of the sky, just like the bright red sun at sunrise.
The appearance of this red light did not bring the slightest sense of security to Mo Wentian, because he soon discovered that under this red light, he still could not see where he was or what was around him.
He was surrounded by mist, and even when he lowered his head, he couldn't see the tips of his toes.
Soon, the red sun jumped up completely from below the ground. In an instant, Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with red light, and at this moment, Mo Wentian finally knew that it was not the sun at all, or
In other words, at least it was not the sun in the two worlds he had existed in.
The strange red color slowly filled the air like blood. Even the haze in which Mo Wentian was living was dyed bright red. It looked like Mo Wentian was in a pool of blood.
Therefore, the red sun in the sky, or should be called the bloody sun, would be more accurate.
"Maybe it's the blood moon."
With a curse in his belly, Mo Wentian's figure involuntarily floated towards the direction of the blood sun or the blood moon. In mid-air, there seemed to be no obstacles. Mo Wentian did not encounter any obstacles along the way.
Of course, it's possible that the current Mo Wentian is really a ghost.
If someone sees this scene, they may think of a myth and legend that belongs to Mo Yun's world, Kuafu Zhuri.
However, Mo Wentian's consciousness is still a little chaotic now, and his body does not feel tired at all. Naturally, he will not drink all the water from the Yellow River because of thirst. It just makes him feel a little ridiculous.
Under such an ideology, Mo Wentian completely lost the concept of time. He didn't know how long he had been drifting towards that bright red. It might have been a second, or it might have been ten thousand years, until at a certain moment, Mo Wentian
Tian suddenly felt his body tremble and stopped.
"Um?"
Mo Wentian couldn't help but snort a sound of confusion, because at the end of this long or short but extremely lonely journey, he suddenly found that the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
The bright red flowing fog suddenly dispersed two feet in front of him. Although everything in front of him was still blood red, Mo Wentian finally saw something other than the fog, or in other words, people.
.
The four of them were standing not far away from Mo Wentian. Apart from that, Mo Wentian still couldn't see anything that could be distinguished. Not even a tree, a stone, or a handful of soil existed.
There are only four people.
I don't know if the distance was too far. Mo Wentian opened his eyes wide, but he couldn't see the faces of these four people clearly. He could only see clearly that the weapons held by the four people in this scene were different.
One of the taller figures had empty hands and clenched fists. No one could doubt that the energy contained in those fists was by no means weaker than any sharp golden energy.
It is worth noting that among the four people, there are actually two holding swords. One is short and looks like a child, and the other is an elder who is not sure whether he is a child or not, but seems to be protecting him vaguely.
These two people were sitting on the ground, not standing in the middle of the field like the tall man.
The last person was also the one Mo Wentian observed most carefully. The reason was very simple. This person was a swordsman. The knife in his hand was held across his chest, as if he was confronting the tall figure.
I don't know why, but this swordsman actually gave Mo Wentian a very familiar feeling. Even the knife in his hand made Mo Wentian feel kind to him. But Mo Wentian saw it very clearly.
The long knife has a different shape from the broken knives I own, so it should not be the same knife.
"this person……"
Mo Wentian frowned, but he still couldn't tell what it felt like, or he was actually very close to the real answer, but there was just a layer of window paper in front of him. No matter how Mo Wentian felt,
No matter how hard you try, you can't pierce it.
The four people on the field did not notice Mo Wentian's arrival at all. In other words, Mo Wentian was just a wisp of soul, so naturally no one could sense his prying eyes.
Just when Mo Wentian's eyes were still fixed on the swordsman, the situation on the field suddenly changed. The tall man took a step forward. With this step, the situation suddenly changed. Mo Wentian
I saw the figures of the two swordsmen being pushed back several feet without any sound.
Only the swordsman remained motionless. Instead, he imitated the other man and took a step forward.
At this moment, the long sword in the swordsman's hand seemed to gather a red hurricane, wrapping his whole body in it, and he rushed towards the tall figure.
Facing the swordsman's killing blow, the tall man looked up to the sky and let out a roar. However, when it fell into Mo Wentian's ears, no sound was heard. The next second, the two figures completely disappeared.
Collided together.
Immediately afterwards, the light in front of Mo Wentian's eyes was completely distorted. Perhaps his eyes could no longer keep up with the fierce duel on the field at this moment. And it was at this moment that Mo Wentian suddenly had an idea in his heart.
This is, a dream!
After this thought appeared, it was like a flood breaking through a bank, and it was out of control. Suddenly, the scene in front of Mo Wentian began to collapse piece by piece, and at the last moment before the whole world disappeared completely, Mo Wentian suddenly saw,
A familiar light and shadow rushed towards the battle group that was fighting fiercely.
Then, the scene in front of Mo Wentian completely disappeared.
"Am I not dead yet?"
Mo Wentian secretly thought, you know, dead people will definitely not dream, but even if he has realized that this is a dream, he cannot wake up from the dream on his own, and can only wait passively for this period.
The natural end of the dream journey.
As a result, Mo Wentian's world was swallowed up by the huge darkness again, but this time, Mo Wentian seemed to feel a sense of closeness in the darkness.
In an instant, Mo Wentian forgot everything he had seen and felt in the deepest part of his heart. Just like the countless dreams he had had in the past, the end of one dream was the beginning of another.
In fact, when Mo Wentian realized that this was a dream, the first thing he hoped to appear in the dream was those mysterious light groups, especially the light group belonging to the Qingming Sword Technique. Unfortunately, it backfired.
, this time, what appeared in front of Mo Wentian was no longer the light groups containing the mysterious sword skills, but the sword itself.
Several knives with different shapes and colors hurriedly passed in front of Mo Wentian's eyes like a sudden glance. Because it was too sudden and too fast, Mo Wentian did not remember any of the knives clearly.
shape, he didn't even count how many knives passed before his eyes.
Suddenly, a dark knife appeared in front of Mo Wentian's eyes. It refused to leave for a long time. Mo Wentian was not shocked at all. Maybe at this time, he had forgotten that this was just a dream, so he thought it was a dream.
Everything that appeared was natural. He actually appeared here, so naturally his broken knife should also be here.
Stretching out his right hand, Mo Wentian once again grasped the familiar broken knife that he relied on. Once again, Mo Wentian received a happy response from the broken knife, as if this knife really had its own life.
At this moment, he was closely connected with Mo Wentian.
In the dark, Mo Wentian even heard a baby crying, but he didn't even have any strange feelings. Perhaps this is the benefit of dreams, because no matter what happens here, you will think it is...
That's right, and I don't think there's anything ridiculous about it.
So Mo Wentian stretched out his left hand and gently touched the back of the broken knife as if to comfort him. Sure enough, slowly, the baby's cry gradually disappeared, as if the baby had fallen asleep peacefully, and Mo Wentian also
I was so happy that I completely forgot why I was here.
In this world, there are by no means a few warriors who regard swords and other utensils as their own blood, or even their lovers and relatives. For example, Chu Yu, the second senior brother of Xiaoyao Sect, is such a martial arts fanatic. However, no one will really embrace it.
Holding his own knife, he caressed Mo Wentian gently as if coaxing a child to sleep. If anyone saw Mo Wentian's behavior at this moment, they would definitely think that he is a madman.
Fortunately, Mo Wentian's crazy behavior was quickly broken by something in front of him, because the blood connection with the broken knife made Mo Wentian temporarily forget what he was doing as if he was just watching things in front of him.
Various knives appeared, and just after Mo Wentian comforted the broken knife, a flash of emerald green completely illuminated his eyes.
Mo Wentian's eyes widened, and he didn't understand why this knife appeared here. He didn't know why, but it was like a broken knife, refusing to leave, as if waiting for Mo Wentian to pick it.
It was an emerald-green bamboo knife, the blind man's bamboo knife!
ps: The previous chapter was from yesterday. Originally, Bi Kong wanted to update it before 12 o'clock, but it ended up being dozens of seconds late. So this chapter is the first chapter today, and the next chapter should be