A moon-eating sword, three love affairs, and three lifetimes of entanglements.
It's fate, it's accidental, there's no way to find it.
"The soul has reached the seventh level, the clouds are cold, the soul has entered the ninth realm, and the ashes fly away, and the three thousand green hairs have all turned into snow. The heartless thoughts are gone and there is no turning around!"
I still remember this sharp Huanxue Juejue. When the master first taught it, he repeatedly told him not to use it unless it was absolutely necessary. This is because the power of this sharp Huanxue Juejue is even more powerful than that of the Moon-Eating Sword. It can hurt people ten times, but it can also eat ten points of self-destruction. It is the most powerful move of the Yuehua Sect, but it is used when dying together with the enemy.
When she was heartbroken and finally used this move, she saw that the person she wanted to die with was not someone else, but the person she had put on a wedding dress for the night before and almost held her hand to grow old with her. Why on earth would she be hurt so deeply overnight?
No one can tell whether it was right or wrong for her to go down the mountain for three years. They only know that she may never go back.
The moon in the Tianshan Mountains is white, broken swords become ruins, the remaining flowers have fallen away, and the hair is like frost.
White clothes, white snow, white hair.
When I opened my eyes, it felt like a lifetime ago.
The person who came into view supported her whole world, but there were still too many entanglements in her world.
Falling over the world, cutting off the ends of the earth, thoughts are innocent, and swords become wounds.
After the dust settled, on the edge of the sky-covering cliff, the Moon-Eating Sword drew a long shadow from the sky to the ground in the night sky. Whose shoulder would she lean on to watch the bright moon above the horizon like frost?