Transcending the Nine Heavens

In the face of such a legal honor, people didn't know what to say for a while.

France looked at the Nine Robberies sword with great love, reached out his hand and gently touched the sharp sword blade outside his chest. His face was filled with satisfaction. His voice was still a little shaky. Some of those palpitated trembling long sighs said: “Brother... Brother ~ ~ Brother...”

His voice was so deeply in love, such a nostalgia, such acidity, a drop of tears, a fluttering fall, some tears happened to fall on the body of the Nine Swords, along the body of the sword, flowing into his chest.

Father opened his mouth and breathed out gently like a suffocation. Finally, he shook: "I'm leaving soon. Goodbye for life... Lord Chu, don't forget your promise, promise me. ”

Chu Yang's heart was bitter, "Never forget; the fifth, once the Nine Robberies, the fifth, you are destined to live forever; in your brother's heart, you will only be the fifth! Nothing will ever change! For evil, it is only the seeds of the demons, the Lord of the Law...”

The fifth pupil was a little dilated at the moment and seemed to ask unconsciously: "Really? Really?”

Then his face revealed a childlike innocent smile, muttering: “If so, how happy I am...”

He suddenly calmed down.

For a long time, he whispered slowly: “Life and death are nothing but emptiness, brothers are in love at the end of the day; hating me has no power whatsoever...”

He seemed to want to do a poem, a dying poem, but his voice was getting lower.

Chu Yang closed his ear and wanted to hear what he had finally said, but Father had lost all breath, but his eyes were filled with visions. His face was full of regrets. His fingers, still loved to touch the Nine Robberies sword, but the whole person had become dead silent.

He's dead.

“... for the rest of your life!” Chu Yang sighed softly and continued the last sentence of the poem for him.

Or the fifth one doesn't think so, but this sentence is Chuyang's blessing to him.

A sincere blessing to this generation of heroes who have subverted the world and destroyed it, yet infinitely regretted and infinitely miserable!

Chu Yang tried hard to pull out nine swords; but at this moment, the immobile whole body suddenly dissipated, turning into a star point of light, starting with his limbs and hands, gradually becoming nothing.

The love in his eyes, the regret on his face, finally exhausted the light, slowly dancing in the air, then extinguished one by one, eventually disappearing between the heavens and the earth.

The only place in heaven and earth where the Lord of Law stood was the purple sword of the Nine Robberies. The sword is bright as water and flashes quietly in the air.

Then, the Nine Decepticons sword suddenly emitted an unusually strong huge suction, like a long whale absorbing water, sucking the surrounding demonic fog into the Nine Decepticons sword instantly, dripping.

Between the heavens and the earth, the dawn reappeared, but for a moment, the demonic atmosphere was extinguished and completely restored to the blue sky and day.

The sky is bright, the mountains are millions of miles, a party of elephants of peace.

Chuyang and Mo looked slightly at the void in front of them, lightly sighed.

And then the brothers had one, and they couldn't resist a long, light sigh.

The fifth one has gone. But the meaning of the heavens and the earth is long gone.

“You can't really take one wrong step in life. Once you've lost thousands of years of hate, it's been a long time since you wanted to go back... don't go wrong...” Mo Tianqiang sighs deeply.

A sigh, scattered in the void, scattered.

……

Everyone down there had been waiting for their eyes to wear them. One eye looked at the sky and their necks were sore.

Finally, the sky's shadow floated and a personal shadow flashed out.

It is Chuyang and other dry people.

The following people saw Chuyang and others, all in good health, which only released the atmosphere. The heart finally settled into the stomach, instantly cheering and thundering.

Chu Yang had just landed, Feng Moon and others surrounded him: “Where's Father? He didn't get away with it, did he? ”

“Dead.” Chuyang sighed. "He died under the Nine Robbery Sword...”

“Hey...” Feng Moon and Feng Moon both had joy on their faces, softly said: “Dead... or better yet, it's his relief...”

Mo Tianzheng solemnly said: “Lazheng is Lazheng, not anyone else... please remember this. ”

Ling Twilight Yang and others nodded deeply.

Obviously, more than 10,000 years of experience has taught everyone what Mo Tianju meant by saying that.

After a lifetime of work, it is now impossible to comment. Today, when people die as lights go out, everything goes to nothingness. Since it is impossible to cover the coffin, it is that people die big and become a sigh.

Chu Leer came with Tieyang in his arms: "Brother. ”

Chu Yang turned around and suddenly jumped: “Why is this kid here? Who brought him here? Isn't that bullshit? ”

Little guy sticks a finger in his little mouth and bites. One of them looks like I'm the baby's cutie. He looks at Chu Yang timidly. "Daddy..."

Chuyang shuddered and suddenly grabbed her son and held him in his arms. "How did you get here? Where's your mother? Is she all right? ”

The little guy blinked naughty: “Mother is fine, I stole it this time, Mother didn't know I was out...”

The voice has not gone down and has been slapped on the ass: “You little bastard, didn't you want your mother's life, how dare you do this...”

Chu Yang Qi Pole.

After slapping him, he felt heartbroken again. He was just about to soothe himself. He had already been grabbed by the wind and rain. "How can you beat a child? Are you still doing this for your father? My men aren't light or heavy, you son of a bitch! ”

Chu Yang was stunned, he was taught a lesson, reprimanded, and turned into an asshole!

Looking at the wind and rain, I couldn't help but scratch my head: is this my son or your son? Why are you tighter than me? Does it have anything to do with you? What's that supposed to mean?

“Dad, I came out this time to talk to you about something important.” The little guy waved his chubby little hand and was very upbeat in his defense.

Chu Yang snorted: “You little brat know nothing! I also want to discuss with my old man what is important, do you know what is important...”

On the other hand, the dancing in red looked at Tianyang with some complicated eyes and said softly: “Chuyang, is this really your son? ”

The Iron Festival was known a long time ago.

The twists and turns of this matter have also been carefully understood; however, at the moment of seeing Iron Young, the feeling of not dancing is still complicated.

The child is lively and pink, and the dance is naturally sincere to him, but the subtle relationship is somewhat creepy in his heart.

Chu Yang scratched his head and knew that the real trouble was coming. When he was about to explain it, he saw the little guy's ghost head sticking out and watching Mo gently dance. "Dad, is this what Mother used to say about the most sorry light dance Mother? ”

Chu Yang flashed, but saw that Mo Qing Dance had glowed.

Little Tieyang said more than a Yan Wang said ten sentences, said a hundred sentences, that 'mother often said the most sorry light dance mother’, instantly offset all the barriers in the mood for light dance, gathered up, some asked: "Your mother... is that really what you said? ”

The little guy nodded hard, his expression was pure and innocent: “Mommy, you are so beautiful, you look so kind, so gentle, so thoughtful, how could I have such a beautiful mother, so happy...”

Mo lightly danced momentarily fainted, more unnamed joy in her heart, clapping hands: “So... can the baby let Mommy lightly dance hold you? ”

Ignoring Chu Lol's efforts to stop him, the little guy couldn't wait to reach out and say: “Wow, I like to let the kind and gentle dancing mom hug me...”

“How cute. What's your name? ”

“Mother called me Xiaoyang. ”

“Xiaoyang, um, what a lovely name. ”

“Wasn't your relationship with my mother extraordinarily good? ”

“Ah?”

“I've always listened to my mom say you'd be the best thing in his life...”

“Really? ”

“Of course, I never lie...”

“Well, your mother is also a good person...”

“Mommy is a better person...”

“Well, we're all good people...”

……

Watching Mo dancing gently holding the child in circles, a big and small from time to time made an innocent, joyful laugh, Chuyang eyes stared into a bell, suddenly almost prominent orbit.

As for the solo and others, the eyes are even bigger and smaller. You and I look at each other.

--Chuyang's most worried problem before, let his son's words be solved completely, and without half a trace; the whole process is so natural, so harmonious, so rational. Moreover, it also laid too strong a foundation for the future coexistence between Mo Ming Dance and Iron Festival.

In the light dancing eyes, such a small child will naturally not lie or panic... Normally such a small child cannot speak clearly, lie? How is that possible?

So don't take it for granted.

But even if all the wisdom of previous life was merged, I would never have guessed that this little guy I was holding was a big freak.

- Of course, it is so easy, there are a few premise. First, don't dance lightly and love Chuyang deeply; secondly, Chuyang has never hidden anything and everything is very honest; thirdly, Iron Replenishment has long accepted the existence of Mo Light Dance. Fourthly, the memory revival of the previous life, although still dominated by the memory of this life, the subordination of previous life's reason and habits still exists in the subconscious Chuyang.

These conditions are indispensable, and the absence of any of them makes it difficult to achieve the immediate results.

Even Mo Tianjin, who should have had the biggest opinion, touched his chin at this moment, didn't know what to say, just a powerful shake of his head: “Chuyang, I said that your son is really too smart... evil... evil. ”

…………

< The last three days are finally over. After the next few chapters of the aftermath of the question, it is up to heaven.

Chapter 9999; I love that number. So here we are, part seven is over.

The rest are in Part Eight.

Part Eight, the last of the Nine Heavens of Pride. >

Say thank you to your brothers and sisters who followed you all the way!

Thank you.

Today is the birthday of the Allied Lord "Tianma Meteor Foot”, let's wish him a Happy Birthday!

Tianma Meteor Foot, a very patient uncle, the first sentence must be expression whenever it appears in the group! The first look must be facial paralysis!

So it's called 'facial paralysis.’ Let's wish him a happy birthday together. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)