The Sword Immortal was My Ex-Boyfriend

Mo Yun's departure alarmed Feng Ning, Feng Ning rushed into Qin Zichen's study with the letter left by Mo Yun, and said anxiously, "Senior brother, Mo Yun is gone again, has he been taken away again!"

With that said, Feng Ning handed Mo Yun's letter to Qin Zichen. Qin Zichen opened Mo Yun's letter and quickly scanned it. Feng Ning kept saying beside him, "Su Qinglian has already entered the Demon Suppression Tower. Who else wants to arrest Mo Yun..."

"Don't worry," Qin Zichen frowned, remembering what Mo Yun said yesterday, and said seriously, "Mo Yun may really have gone by himself."

"Go away!" Feng Ning said irritably, "Now that the world is so chaotic, what should I do if he goes out like this and gets killed?"

"Feng Ning," Qin Zichen said helplessly, "he is already a Yuan Ying cultivator."

Hearing this, Feng Ning was stunned for a moment, then sighed: "In my heart, he is always a child."

"Fengning, but he is not a child after all." Qin Zichen recalled Mo Yun's words and frowned, "I think he may know something we don't."

"Could it be about Su Qinglian?" Feng Ning reacted immediately, Qin Zichen nodded and lowered his eyebrows.

On the other hand, after Su Qinglian promised Mo Yun to be with him, her appearance changed.

As a thousand-faced fox clan, her disguise skills are already superb, this time she wanted Yi Cheng to be someone Mo Yun liked, and when she carefully asked what kind of woman he liked, Mo Yun looked at her quietly and said gently: " Just one, similar to you."

Su Qinglian was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and slightly raised the corner of her mouth.

She turned into a little girl who was similar to her original appearance, and followed Mo Yun shyly. Mo Yun looked at her quietly, couldn't help laughing, gave her the end of his sword, and said gently, "Girl, I'll take you away, okay?"

"Okay." Su Qinglian lowered her head and said hoarsely, "Wherever you take me, it's fine."

Mo Yun turned around, held the other end of the sword, and took her away.

They went to many places. Heaven was about to collapse, the world was chaotic, and ghosts and spooks were rampant. Mo Yun led Su Qinglian to hunt down those cultivators who used people to refine their veins. Su Qinglian's cultivation base was much higher than them. concluded.

They sometimes go to small places where they live for a while if it's okay.

Once, they went to a remote town where no monks had passed by. Mo Yun and Su Qinglian stayed temporarily. During the day, Mo Yun went hunting in the mountains, while Su Qinglian did some needlework in the village.

She embroidered well, and her needlework was very different from those of these village women. The embroidered things were lifelike, and everyone praised her with Mo Yun. Mo Yun's wife is really capable.

When she heard it, she lowered her head, blushing like a little girl.

He looked from a distance and saw that there were many morning glory flowers on the fence. Behind the morning flowers was the girl's plain face. There were many children around her, chatting with her, her face was blushing, with a smile in her eyes. It seems to be looking over, but not looking.

Mo Yun's heart jumped, he watched quietly, and after a long time, he couldn't help laughing.

Then he walked in quickly, and before she could react, he suddenly picked her up.

Su Qinglian exclaimed, he laughed out loud, hugged her and turned around, she couldn't help biting her lips, and said shyly, "There are still people watching."

"Let's see." Mo Yunlang laughed out loud, as if he was a teenager back then: "I'm hugging my daughter-in-law, and I'm afraid who will see?"

Su Qinglian turned around in amazement, Mo Yun looked at her surprised expression, and said seriously: "Actually, if we met earlier, maybe I would have liked you."

"But," Su Qinglian couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I have worked very hard to meet you, for many years."

But you never looked back.

Mo Yun looked at her with a somewhat complaining expression, and said softly: "But now I met."

"Qinglian," he lowered his head, pressed his forehead against hers, and said gently, "stay with me, never, never go back."

"I don't care what you want to do, no matter who you are." His eyes were the broken sunlight in the afternoon, and he whispered: "I won't go back to Tianjianzong, so don't go back either. We're here, and I'll be here forever. watch over you."

Su Qinglian didn't speak, she screamed at the devil in the sea: "You promised me! You dare!"

"Shut up!" Su Qinglian shouted coldly in the sea of ​​​​knowledge, she raised her head, and reached out to hold Mo Yun's neck.

"Mo Yun," she whispered, "I can't go back."

"You don't want me to stay..." She said slowly, "You want me to die."

How can the contract signed with the devil be so easy to get rid of? How can the hatred engraved in the bones be so easily dissipated?

As if it was an expected answer, Mo Yun lowered his eyes. He held her for a long time, and said slowly, "I see."

After that, Mo Yun never mentioned such words again, she followed him, eliminating demons everywhere.

However, every time Mo Yun made her stop.

"I don't like you killing people," he told her seriously, bowing his head to hold her slender hand, and said gently, "I hope you can be clean."

Su Qinglian didn't speak, her body trembled slightly.

One day, Mo Yun chased and killed an elder of a small sect, and chased him all the way into the old lair of that sect. As soon as he entered, he found that the sect was already full of Mo Yun's enemies. Mo Yun protected her and rushed out. Su Qinglian watched countless magic tricks hit Mo Yun, but Mo Yun still only regarded her as a little boy. Like a girl, protect her in his arms and slash out with a sword.

His blood dripped on her face, she was in his arms, looking up at him blankly. Then she saw a sword stabbed into his body, the blood stained her eyes, she couldn't help roaring, and pushed Mo Yun to the side violently, the coercion during the tribulation period exploded instantly .

Mo Yun walked towards her with difficulty in the gust of wind that she swept up, and trembled: "Qinglian..."

Su Qinglian could not hear or see.

Her eyes were full of blood, and the tip of her nose was full of blood. She didn't know what she had done. When she woke up, there were corpses and bloodstains all over the place. With the remains of human flesh.

Mo Yun sat on the ground and stared at her blankly, his eyes full of horror.

A huge panic surged in her heart, forcing herself not to face the urge to escape, squeezed out a smile, and walked towards him step by step.

"Mo Yun..." She said hoarsely, stretched out her **** hand in front of him, and said slowly, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you..."

Mo Yun was trembling all over, he forced himself to hold her hand. However, when he touched the sticky blood on her hand, he finally couldn't help it, turned his head and vomited.

Su Qinglian froze in place, looking at the vomiting young man in front of her, her eyes slowly wet.

In fact, she was as clean as he liked, but she couldn't.

She was accustomed to killing in her bones, accustomed to bloodshed, accustomed to crushing and trampling all under her feet, and she could never go back to her past life.

She didn't speak, watching him slowly finish.

Mo Yun lowered his head, propped himself up, and said hoarsely, "Go back."

Su Qinglian nodded, took out the magic weapon, carefully placed Mo Yun in the magic weapon, and handed him the repairing elixir.

Back in the hut where they lived, the two never talked. After Su Qinglian helped him fall asleep, she quietly watched him for a while before leaving the house.

Her mind was full of the terrified eyes he looked at her, and the way he held her hand tenderly and whispered, "I like you clean."

She has already cleaned her body with the purification spell, but for some reason, she always feels that her hands are sticky and dirty. Lost in her soul, she walked to the edge of the small lake nearby, squatted down, and looked at the girl in the lake.

The bright moon was reflected on the lake. The moment she stretched out her hand and put it into the lake, she seemed to see blood gushing out from above, dyeing the pure white bright moon that day.

She was trembling all over, tears were falling, and she kept washing her hands.

"I want to clean up..." She hoarsely said, "I'll clean up, Mo Yun won't be afraid of me anymore."

Cleaner, maybe Mo Yun will like her a little more.

She rubbed her hands desperately, until the skin was frayed and blood was flowing from her hands, she didn't realize it.

On the other hand, after she left, Mo Yun slowly opened his eyes.

Su Qinglian has good medicine in his hands. He was originally a sword cultivator, with a strong physique. After a short rest, it was enough for the wound to heal. He went down to the table and took the sword in his hand. The sword was pulled out by him inch by inch, and under the moonlight, it was full of brilliance.

Holding the sword, he looked at the figure reflected on the sword, and his chaotic heart also calmed down.

He put the sword into the sword palace, put on his robe, turned around and walked out. For half a year, he has been wearing the standard disciple uniform of Tianjianzong, always remembering where he came from and where he will belong.

When she found Su Qinglian by the lake, she was still washing her hands. While weeping while washing, the skin on her hands was already frayed and blood was dripping. Mo Yun stood behind her and couldn't help but hoarse his voice and whisper, "Don't wash it."

"No," she shook her head in a panic, "I have to wash it up, and then you will like me."

Mo Yun didn't speak. He looked at her with sympathy and cried out: "Qinglian, I don't think you are dirty."

Su Qinglian didn't speak, she paused slightly, raised her head with trembling, and the moment she saw the handsome face crying tears, she knelt on the ground and threw herself into his arms.

She howled in his arms, louder than louder, more desperate than ever.

Mo Yun lowered his head, put his hand on her smooth hair, and said dumbly, "I'm here."

He looked up blankly, looked at the blood rippling in the lake, and said slowly, "I don't think you are dirty."

"You lied..." Su Qinglian hugged him tightly.

Why don't you think she's dirty? How can you not hate her?

Mo Yun looked down at her, bent down, and picked up the girl who was crying so hard.

He took her back to the room, put her on the couch, and stared at her tenderly: "Really, I don't think you are dirty."

"I like you, Qinglian," he raised his hand and put it on the side of her face, his voice was like a trickle of water: "I want you to be my wife, I want to be with you all the time, and I want to put all the things that I think are good. Here, I want to be buried with you."

Su Qinglian didn't speak, whimpered and stared at him on the bed. He leaned down, kissed her forehead, and said gently, "So, are you happy or not?"

"Mo Yun," she raised her hand, hugged him like a child, and cried, "regardless of whether you lied to me or not... But in this life, I feel that there will never be a time when I would be more sympathetic than now. joy."

"Qinglian," he looked at her, a little unbearable in his eyes: "You are so stupid."

She raised her hand to cover her eyes, sobbing.

He pulled off her shirt and kissed every inch of her body. When he reached three inches under his armpit, she suddenly held him down and said in a low voice, "No!"

Mo Yun pulled her hand away and kissed her again. This time, Su Qinglian used her strength to push him away, and said in horror, "Don't!"

Mo Yun didn't speak. He looked at her, and Su Qinglian realized it. She lowered her head and said a little embarrassedly, "I feel itchy..."

Mo Yun chuckled: "Master said that when a girl says she doesn't want it, she often wants it very much."

Su Qinglian combed her hands, shook her head and said, "It's not all right..."

Saying that, she seemed to think it was too dangerous to go on like this. She crawled over and said with a blushing face, "I'll come."

Mo Yun laughed in a low voice and said hoarsely, "Okay."

It was probably a night they would never forget. Outside was the sound of insects and birds, and the moonlight was murmuring like water. She called out his name in a low voice, but when he was confused, he held her tightly in his arms, but kept saying it.

"We'll be buried together."

"I'll treat you well."

"My whole life - a thousand years and a hundred years, will be yours."

"Su Qinglian..." He cried aloud and leaned into her arms: "I'm sorry..."

Su Qinglian looked at him blankly, and her eyes were full of gentleness and tolerance.

"Mo Yun..." She whispered, "In this life, no matter what you do, you don't need to say sorry to me."

Hearing this, Mo Yun hugged her without saying a word. Only tears rolled down and fell into her clothes.

She couldn't help laughing: "You are so old, why do you cry so easily?"

"I just think..." Mo Yun said hoarsely, "It's really hard to choose in this world."

Su Qinglian fiddled with his hair and said indifferently, "You just need to remember that no matter what you choose, I love you."

Saying that, she leaned down and kissed the top of his head, looking reverent.

"I will always love you, no matter who you are, where you are, what you do, whether you love me or not."

"My whole life has already been sacrificed to you."

"Can you..." Mo Yun raised his head full of expectations: "Can you not be a devil? Just stay here," he eagerly held her hand and said seriously, "Stay with me here for a lifetime."

Su Qinglian smiled without saying a word, her smile was full of bitterness.

"Mo Yun," she said in a low voice, "the game of chess in life has always been played with no regrets."

Mo Yun stared at her blankly. Su Qinglian held his hand and said in a low voice, "Unless I die, I can't look back."

Mo Yun and Su Qinglian stayed together for half a year.

Half a year later, the Heavenly Sword Sect was surrounded by dark clouds, and everyone knew that it was Su Qingyi who was about to die.

Never thought that she would break through the calamity so soon, the Heavenly Sword Sect was extremely nervous, Qin Zichen sat cross-legged, the jade sword lay horizontally, and calmly stood in front of her door.

The first thunder fell from the sky, and the ground shook and the mountains shook. She used to have ten purple babies in the past, but now she has entered the calamity, and the thunder she faces is also nine tribulations. Back then, after the Demon God Xie Hantan, it was only four or nine thunder tribulations, but Su Qingyi faced the nine and nine thunder tribulations!

Everyone present couldn't help but stunned. Qin Zichen slowly opened his eyes and saw the thunder robbery slashed down towards the hut. Qin Zichen's long sword flew out suddenly and instantly became huge.

The thunder rumbled on the long sword, and the white jade sword was surrounded by lightning, and Su Qingyi blocked the first catastrophe.

After the first catastrophe was over, the dark clouds began to gather again. This time, after waiting for about two hours, the second catastrophe fell again!

The long sword in Qin Zichen's hand flew out again, this time Lei Jie split for a full quarter of an hour, cracks appeared on the white jade sword, and Qin Zichen's complexion became even whiter. After he raised his hand, he knew that his sword of life and death could no longer bear the third thunder tribulation.

At this time, the dark clouds began to gather for the third time, and when Qin Zichen was worried, two swords flew out of the house directly, blocking the top in the form of a cross. Six hours later, the thunder slammed down again, crashing into the two swords, and the light was so dazzling that people couldn't see it clearly. The two flying swords endured one thunder calamity, but could no longer bear it, which meant that the next six thunder calamities would have to be resisted by Su Qingyi.

When Su Qingyi retracted her sword, she also made such preparations. She closed her eyes and rested her spiritual energy.

A day later, the fourth thunder roared down!

Su Qingyi suddenly opened her eyes, her spiritual energy widened! However, only the rumbling of thunder was heard, and Raikage was not seen for a long time. Su Qingyi couldn't help but be a little surprised. When she looked out, she found that a golden dragon hovered above the roof, which resisted the thunder for her.

Su Qingyi couldn't help getting up and came to the window. Spiritual power flowed rapidly through her body. After the golden dragon had endured the thunder calamity, he slowly wandered over to her, staring at her seriously, without words, he knew that he was deeply in love.

She couldn't help but smiled, meditated in front of the window, closed her eyes, and began to earnestly guide the flow of her body's spiritual power. The golden dragon turned into a known little phoenix again, stopped in front of her window, jumped on her shoulders, and accompanied her.

Two days later, the fifth thunder;

Four days later, the sixth thunder;

Eight days later, the seventh thunder;

At this time, Qin Zichen finally couldn't hold it anymore, he fell from the sky to the ground, and the people inside had already fallen into the calamity of the heart, and he no longer heard about the outside world.

Qin Zichen transformed from a dragon into a human body, curled up on the ground, and closed his eyes in pain.

Dan Hui and Dan Ran next to him hurried up and tried their best to stuff the elixir towards Qin Zichen. Qin Zichen closed his eyes and slept for a few hours, and when he opened his eyes again to stand up, he staggered to the front of the hut, pushed open the door, and came to Su Qingyi.

Seeing Su Qingyi meditating, he felt calm in his heart. He was tired and found a place to sit down, resting his head on her shoulder.

He felt very tired, and wanted to be by her side, so he fell asleep like this.

I don't know how long it took, the eighth thunder slammed down.

Tianlei has always been more ruthless than each other. This thunderbolt shook the entire Tianjian Sect, and Qin Zichen hugged the woman tightly in the thundering light, not daring to relax.

The woman's expression was indifferent, and Ren Tianlei split the flesh and bones, but nothing changed.

It took two hours for Tianlei to split, and at this time, both Su Qingyi and Qin Zichen were already bloodied.

"Qingyi..." Qin Zichen looked up at the woman's **** face, and looked up at the dark clouds that were reunited immediately, feeling a little desperate.

He couldn't hold it anymore, and Su Qingyi, who was only a mortal body, couldn't survive this last calamity.

But to die like this?

As a sword cultivator, the saddest thing is not being able to die on the battlefield.

If he wants to die, he should also draw his sword and face someone, and then die under the opponent's sword.

Dying in this way under the calamity, meaningless death, made him feel a little sad.

But the only thing I can be happy about, is that I am still with this person before I die.

He gently took her into his arms, and said in a low voice, "Qingyi, we haven't gotten married yet."

As he said that, he shifted his gaze to the Naxu ring on Su Qingyi's finger, and said gently, "I've given the engagement ring for so long, but we haven't been able to get married..."

Su Qingyi failed to respond.

She is trapped in a demon. In the Heart Demon Tribulation, it was the night when she was sacrificed that year, and everyone surrounded her.

Evil ran through her body, and she looked at everyone indifferently.

Countless people stimulated her, but her heart was peaceful. The system asked seriously: "Host, do you want to kill everyone?"

She opened her mouth, but said nothing, the shackles were undone, and she stepped off the shelf. Her parents looked at her tremblingly, and she walked towards them.

Every step she took, she knew that this was the life she had already experienced.

However, at this moment, I don't know whether it's because she's gone too long and far, or because she has too many stories in her life, so the past seems extraordinarily dull, and her heart is peaceful.

"Father, mother," she said respectfully, looking at the shivering two people, "come here, baby, and send you on your way."

"I'm sorry..." The couple desperately kowtowed to her: "Don't hate us, please let us go..."

Hearing this, Su Qingyi couldn't help but laugh.

"I don't hate you," she said softly, "I don't hate you anymore, I don't hate you anymore."

When life is filled with love, hatred is meaningless. She has moved forward, very far.

"I killed you, but you deserved what you deserved. It has nothing to do with whether I hate you or not."

The sword slid across their necks. Su Qingyi turned around, there were many people around.

With no love or hatred in her heart, she raised her sword.

"I kill you, it has nothing to do with love or hate. The way of heaven is right and wrong, Qingyi is just doing the way for heaven, and the world is clear and bright."

"That's all, that's all."