Part 7: Chapter 668 Mo Qingwu, Dreams and Reality [Supplement 5]
Go up three days, southeast, Pingsha Ridge!
Chu family!
Time goes back a few months.
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Dong Wushang, Rui Butong and others have been practicing diligently. Ever since they escorted Han Xiaoran and others back to the Chu family, their enthusiasm for practicing has been increasing day by day.
After struggling outside this time, both of them realized one thing: there are many masters in the Nine Heavens, and their current cultivation level is not even scum!
So the two brothers gave full play to their desperate spirit and found an open place to fight in the dark every day. Mo Leier and Mo Qingwu fought against each other.
Occasionally, the two of them also fought with Dong Wushang.
Rui Butong transformed into an indomitable Xiaoqiang who could not be beaten to death. He was beaten to death by Dong Wushang every day, but he continued to provoke him without mercy every day.
Occasionally, if the two of them gain new insights, they join forces to bravely challenge Yue Lingxue.
Yue Lingxue beat the two of them mercilessly every time!
There are fewer and fewer outside forces in Pingsha Ridge...and it is becoming calmer and calmer.
Too many people have died here, and not everyone in the world is not afraid of death...
Mo Lei'er has been accompanying Mo Qingwu, but over a period of time, Mo Lei'er discovered a strange phenomenon. That is, Mo Qingwu's personality seemed to be changing day by day.
Mo Qingwu was very strange during this period of time.
The girl is already close to fourteen years old. Her figure is gradually growing, and she is as tall as a willow in the wind. She is gradually beginning to exude the unparalleled elegance of a peerless beauty!
Although they are both women, Mo Lei'er sometimes looks a little intoxicated when she looks at Mo Qingwu's eyes.
Mo Lei'er is a beauty herself. Before this, she didn't think that there was any woman in this world who could be admired or convinced by her.
But at this moment, facing the budding figure of Mo Qingwu, she felt sincerely ashamed.
So Mo Leier paid more and more attention to Mo Qingwu. She wanted to find out where Mo Qingwu was better than her, but the more she searched, the more she felt inferior. The more she searched, the more she admired her...
Mo Qingwu now is perfect!
That kind of youthfulness seems to be gradually disappearing, and what is replaced is not the gentleness of a girl, but a kind of spiritual aura that is compelling, giving people a feeling that... such a woman is not at all
It should exist in the world of mortals!
She should be above the nine heavens, singing and dancing!
The quiet elegance exuded from the bones, from the soul, in every move, every smile, is enough to make anyone, male or female, feel ashamed the first time they see her.
Mo Qingwu's changes were not limited to this aspect. There were also some changes in her attitude towards people.
Originally, when she saw Chu Feiling and Yang Ruolan, she would pester them, especially Yang Ruolan. Mo Qingwu had a sweet mouth and circled around her, fearing that her future mother-in-law would not like her as her future daughter-in-law...
But now, when she saw Yang Ruolan, Mo Qingwu became coy, her face turned red and she wanted to run away.
Yang Ruolan couldn't stop laughing at Mo Qingwu's change, and said: "The little girl has grown up, and she actually knows how to be ashamed..."
But Mo Lei'er had a vague feeling that it seemed... it wasn't that simple.
Moreover, Mo Qingwu became more and more taciturn. Some of her habitual movements were also changing unknowingly...
Forced into this, she used to like to adopt this posture when she was meditating: squatting on the stone steps, holding her cheeks with two hands on the left and right, her eyes motionless and frozen.
But now, she would put one hand on her leg and gently hold her temple with the other, her eyelids drooping and looking at the ground.
In the past, when she was happy or encountered something funny, she would open her mouth and laugh without any scruples, but now, she would curl her mouth and reveal a smile.
But even a smile that comes from the heart, in Mo Lei'er's opinion, has an almost gentle and sad taste...
What is going on?
Perhaps only Mo Qingwu himself knows about such changes.
The little girl was also very confused; she also felt at a loss as to what to do about her own changes.
Mo Qingwu didn't know when she started having strange dreams one after another. She was very scared and confused. Why would I have such a dream?
Moreover, each time is more real, each time more comprehensive, each time more comprehensive, and each time closer...
Until this time recently, Mo Qingwu felt scared...
In the dream, I grew up little by little, then got injured, then my talent was abolished, then my family became indifferent...and then I was bullied...
Even when he was deposed, the second brother who loved him the most happened to be traveling away from home. He looked at him with tears in his eyes, hoping that his second brother could help him and give him a hand; but the second brother sighed.
, tilted his head.
At that time, my whole body was cold.
Mo Qingwu clearly remembered that her life was the same as in the dream. The only difference was that in the dream, there was no Chu Yang at this time, but in real life, she was holding the Xingmeng Qingwu knife, and the family
, and snatched away his own knife...
Of course, the same as in the dream: in reality, when the second brother faced his request for help, he also sighed and turned his head...
Or maybe it's just this matter, I'm very dissatisfied with my second brother, very cold... Mo Qingwu said to herself.
Then, after I finally grew up, it was a few years full of gloom.
Suddenly a family proposed to the Mo family.
I want to marry myself.
And that person is someone I hate extremely, and he is a playboy that everyone knows...
How could Mo Qingwu be willing to marry such a person? So Mo Qingwu chose to ask her second brother for help.
At that time, the second brother was in the Canglan war zone. After sending his letter, there was no reply; then, the woman who had been following the second brother came back, and she told herself: Give up on that worry, the second brother is too busy.
Very, how can I have time to care about your business?
That woman, in the reality of this life, was the eldest brother's woman. She was sent to the second brother's side, but she was controlled by the second brother.
But in her dream, the news she brought made her despair. From then on, she never cared about her family at all...
My mother is also begging her to marry her...
So Mo Qingwu chose to escape out of despair. At that time, in the dream, she chose to escape from the house and found a place not far away to hide... She thought: If the family will be anxious. If the father will be sad,
If you feel sad, then you'd rather be forced to make allies for your family than marry her.
But, no.
My father was not in a hurry. After he disappeared, he just searched for him hastily. Two days later, he told the family that he was missing, and then he chose another woman from the family to marry...
From then on, he ignored himself.
Since then, I have been completely disappointed with my family!
So, from that time on, I wandered around the world.
Finally one day, while wandering around the world, I found a lonely swordsman in a purple bamboo forest; his name was Chu Yang!
This lonely swordsman has the same name as his brother Chu Yang in this life; in his dream, Mo Qingwu even felt this way. Moreover, he looked the same...
They are both lonely people, like two lone wolves who have been alone in the desert all their lives and meet together.
Mo Qingwu suddenly felt like she was in the same boat; every time she saw this lonely person, she seemed to feel a kind of comfort in her heart...
So I felt more and more pitiful about this man, and wanted to comfort him...
Then, after the two separated, they would still worry about each other from time to time: Is he as helpless as me now?
Finally once again... when I went to the purple bamboo forest that I liked first, I met him again.
At that time, he seemed to be missing something; he was very fragile... so he said a few words of comfort.
But when he raised his head, the despair and the flash of tenderness in his eyes struck his heart like lightning.
She told him her name and the two became familiar with each other.
Then, either because I wanted to comfort him or for other reasons, I said, "Don't feel bad... How about I give you a dance?"
"My mother said that my daughter should never dance lightly in her life. If she dances, she will be miserable..."
But at that time, I wanted to dance for him. Even if I dance for a lifetime...
The moment his red clothes floated up, he clearly saw the appreciation, tenderness, and doting in this man's eyes!
It was this kind of doting that conquered me in that moment.
This man is a swordsman, and what he believes in is: a ruthless swordsman! You can't reach the peak with love! So he said from the beginning: "I can't hurt you... I just want to practice swordsmanship! Please leave!"
But I am very persistent... I have determined that even if you don't want me, I... am willing to use the loneliness of my life to warm your same loneliness.
So I said: "I am willing to let you use me to practice swordsmanship! Even if you crush my love... If you can get the essence of kendo you want from here... I am willing!"
When two lonely people are together, they are no longer lonely.
I pay... not for you to accept me or hurt me... I just want to pay for you...
I am also willing to be hurt by you...
So they entangled step by step, separated and reunited again and again, but that ruthless person gradually occupied all the positions in his heart...
However, he could never forget to avenge his master, avenge his junior brother, avenge his sect... He was burdened with a huge blood feud... He could even feel the pain in his heart every moment.
Can be thickened into juice...
I have a feeling that if he continues to torture himself like this, sooner or later, he will collapse...
He hugs his sword while sleeping. Every day when he is free, his eyes are looking at his sword, so focused. The sword is all his hope. The hope of revenge!
I am very curious: Could it be that, to a man, a cold sword is more beautiful than a beautiful woman?
Which one is better looking, me? Or is the sword better looking?
He often wakes up from his dreams and shouts: "I'm going to kill you!"
Every time that happens, I hug him tightly with my arms until he calms down... Every time that happens, I always feel heartbroken and cry...
For this man...
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