It's raining heavily.

The pattering sound echoed in my ears, and everything I saw was filled with mist.

In the rain.

Yue Yuan's brisk laughter finally calmed down. Looking back, he didn't wait for his injuries, and then ordered Fan Yao, the Right Envoy of Light, who was standing in the distance with a look of astonishment on his face: "What are you looking at me for? My injuries are not serious.

Please arrange the injured craftsmen first, they are the treasures of our Ming Cult!"

The tone is soothing and polite, not as condescending as before, making people feel like a spring breeze is blowing on their face.

"..."

Fan Yaoren was a little confused.

Maybe it was the cooling brought about by the sudden change in weather, or maybe it was an illusion in his mind, but he just felt a chill on his back at this moment.

Is this still a person?

If Fan Yao hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have been able to imagine that a person would change so much from one moment to the next.

The former Master Yue was aloof, like a full moon hanging in the sky, visible and intangible, looking down at the heroes in the world.

That feeling is that the leader is too far away from the world.

It is no longer the difference between people, but the distance between people and God.

But right now...

Looking at Yue Yuan who looked worried, Fan Yao was absolutely sure that he was not wrong. This expression came from the bottom of his heart and was not a pretense. The other party was seriously worried about the safety of the craftsmen.

But the scariest thing is this.

Fan Yao could not imagine what kind of situation would cause a person to undergo such a big change in a very short period of time. He actually had the illusion that the leader in front of him was occupied by an unknown existence.

"Um?"

"What is Fan Youzhi's look like?"

"Do you think I am no longer me?"

"hehe!"

Smiling slightly, Yue Yuan didn't pay attention to Fan Yao's weird look. Instead, while applying golden sore medicine to the wound on his hand, he explained: "I am who I am now, and I am who I was before, but now

I just broke something."

"You should know this."

"It's just a matter of understanding and seeing."

Yue Yuan's words left Fan Yao with no room for refutation. After all, he had had such an experience in his experience. As for him now, isn't there something he can't bear? Taking a deep breath, Fan Yao

For the time being, I completely suppressed this question in my heart and turned my attention to the present.

His eyes caught a glimpse of the cyan scimitar in Yue Yuan's hand that was sharpened with his own blood. Its arc had reached an exaggerated degree. Fan Yao asked, "Master, what is the name of this magic sword?"

"Um……"

"Arc like the moon!"

"Just call it the Full Moon Scimitar!"

Yue Yuan was already prepared for the name of this scimitar and gave Fan Yao a name that was a little surprising.

Full moon scimitar?

He murmured the name repeatedly, but he heard the scimitar begin to make a buzzing sound at his call. It was obvious that the magic weapon was alive. But Fan Yao was standing aside, and Fan Yao could already feel the cyan blade.

There was a faint feeling of coldness.

Like the cold under the moon, the coldness penetrates to the bones.

While observing the blade of the sword, Fan Yao also saw the words carved on it by Yue Yuansheng's fingers - Xiaolou listened to the spring rain all night.

Just seven short words, but it gives people a strong sense of melancholy that cannot be dispersed and is as continuous as spring rain.

See the situation.

Fan Yao sighed in his heart. Even though the leader Yue Yuan seemed to be a different person now and became more popular, when he saw the words carved by his fingers on the blade, he knew that the current leader was still bottomless.

, even though it looks too weak on the outside.

It’s just melancholy, I wonder who is worrying?

From this sentence, Fan Yao seemed to see a woman.

worry!

Don’t worry!

Don’t worry!

…

Gathering.

Rebels, camp.

Zhu Yuanzhang was holding a basin, almost burying his whole head in it, making constant hissing sounds, as if he wanted to pour all the food into his stomach.

People who are familiar with Zhu Yuanzhang will definitely be able to tell at this moment that Zhu Chongba, who has always been fearless, is scared.

Compared with him, Zhu Yuanzhang's wife Ma Dajiao was talking with the person in front of her in a rather high-spirited manner. She also held a child in her arms, who looked to be no more than two years old, while sitting

The person opposite her looked at the child in front of her with affection.

The child is Zhu Yuanzhang's eldest son Zhu Biao.

Because he met a stranger, the child looked very timid and shy. He carefully grabbed the corner of his mother's clothes, then nestled himself in her arms, refusing to be held by the other person, revealing a gap to observe secretly.

Looking at this extremely beautiful Taoist nun who appeared in front of his parents.

Children don't know what beauty is. In their minds, this is probably the so-called fairy.

Gods, that's how they should be.

"Kids are so shy!"

Ma Dajiao's voice sounded cheerful, and he was a little embarrassed about his eldest son's timid temper. He had seen him grow up since he was a child, and he saw him grow up when he was three years old. Even though Zhu Biao was not yet three years old, he could still see this.

The child will grow up to be a person with a gentle temper and a generous personality.

"No problem!"

Fairy Chi Lian smiled, and her face showed a hint of motherhood involuntarily. Her usually stingy smiles bloomed one after another at this time, like a blooming lotus, pure and flawless. This was derived from pure maternal love.

smile.

"Children are a little afraid of strangers, I can understand."

The same thing happened to Ying'er at that time. Li Mochou suppressed the urge in her heart to hug the child and restrained her thoughts about her son. She smiled and said, "After all, I have also had a child..."

Um?

Ma Dajiao and Zhu Yuanzhang were stunned at the same time.

The couple looked at each other and thought that the terrifying woman in front of them also had a child? The first time they saw that face, it really shocked the couple. But what they saw at that time was two people, and one was wearing

The woman in white, right now...

What seems to be wrong with them?

I only dare to think about this idea in my heart, but never dare to say it out loud.

But now, the couple's attention was attracted by Fairy Chi Lian's words. She also has a child?

There is no problem with the identity of the Taoist nun, but who is that man?

The couple coincidentally remembered the gossip that had been occasionally spread within the Ming Cult before. After a little analysis of the current situation, it was not difficult to come up with a result that surprised the couple.

Old wife and young husband?!

"That……"

Ma Dajiao pondered in his mind for a long time, wondering how to call the leader's son, and finally chose the safest title: "Where is the young master?"

"ah?"

Fairy Chi Lian was stunned by Ma Dajiao's cautious expression, then shook her head and sighed: "He is no longer in this world."

hiss!

Zhu Yuanzhang, who listened to the story with his ears pricked up, almost took a breath of cold air. The rumors among the brothers in the sermon were indeed true, and the leader had a big problem in handling the relationship.

Ma Dajiao's eyes were filled with tears, with an expression of "I share the same sorrow with you", and he sobbed: "Please show me your condolences!"

"..."

Li Mochou was dumbfounded by Ma Dajiao's expression. This was not what she meant. Although Zhu Yuanzhang and his wife were members of the Ming Cult, their martial arts were not very good, and they did not understand the end of the martial arts journey. Her meaning was shattered and void.

, but this is no longer the case in the eyes of this couple.

Fairy Chi Lian said in her heart that her grandson will be older than you!
Chapter completed!