"Spring flowers and autumn moon!"

Huan Chang, who escaped from trouble, held back the emptiness in his body and quickly used the fourth move of the Spring and Autumn Nine Swords.

At the same time, the magic pen of the Spring and Autumn Period dances rapidly in the air, and beautiful scrolls unfold, integrating with the artistic conception of spring flowers and autumn moons.

At this time, Huan Chang felt a strong crisis and no longer dared to be careless. He was ready to use all means to quickly kill Kong Wenzhao.

Because the Taishan sword technique that Kong Wenzhao had just used was too weird and terrifying. Huan Chang was still feeling a little scared even though he had already escaped.

Spring flowers and autumn moon are similar to auxiliary moves. They use Huan Chang's huge spiritual consciousness as the foundation to build a beautiful illusion that can evoke memories of beautiful things in the enemy's hearts.

When the light released by the spring flowers and autumn moon enveloped Kong Wenzhao, the inexplicable power continued to erode the other party, and Kong Wenzhao's eyes, which were originally full of murderous intent, suddenly became confused.

"father!"

In front of Kong Wenzhao, a young warrior appeared, holding a wooden sword in his hand and practicing his moves.

"Wen Zhao, do you remember?"

After a long time, the young warrior stood with his sword and came to Kong Wenzhao and said with a loving face.

"Remember."

Kong Wenzhao replied, but his voice seemed extremely tender. He looked down at his body, but found that he had turned into a six-year-old child.

A look of doubt flashed through Kong Wenzhao's heart, but it was soon interrupted by the voice of the young warrior.

"Then Wen Zhao will practice with this wooden sword."

Six-year-old Kong Wenzhao took the wooden sword, his face full of seriousness, imitating his father's movements to start practicing swords. Although his movements were a little awkward, they were also quite good.

"Okay, okay, my son is really a martial arts genius!"

After a cup of tea, the young Kong Wenzhao finally fully used the sword technique. The young warrior hurriedly stepped forward and picked it up, wiped off the sweat from Kong Wenzhao's face, and burst into laughter with joy.

"Dad is so nice to me!"

Feeling his father's slightly rough big hands and the proud look on his face, Xiao Kong Wenzhao's heart was filled with sweetness.

The picture kept rolling, Kong Wenzhao was caught in memories and couldn't extricate himself. He had forgotten that he was fighting life and death with a happy smile on the corner of his mouth.

The Spring Flower and Qiuyue trick is very powerful, and it is used by Huan Chang, who has a huge spiritual consciousness, and its power is even more unpredictable.

In addition, Kong Wenzhao had just used the Taishan Sword Technique one after another, and had overdrawn his spiritual consciousness and true energy, so he fell into the illusion and could not extricate himself.

Huan Chang held the Zhanlu sword in his hand and slowly walked to Kong Wenzhao's side, and was about to stab the sword.

However, when he saw the sweet and happy smile on the corner of Kong Wenzhao's mouth, the sword in his hand could not be stabbed no matter what.

"If I just killed him like this, for Kong Wenzhao, dying without pain in the beautiful memories may be a good destination."

"But I evoke other people's good memories, and after I let the other party abandon the killing and all kinds of hatred, I ruthlessly killed the other party. Is it really correct?"

Huan Chang's eyes were confused and he felt that doing so was a bit too cruel.

"The spring flowers and autumn moon symbolize beauty, but behind this beauty there is endless murderous intent. Isn't it too ironic?"

He was a little confused about why the ancestor of Shujian Pavilion had created such a move back then.

The smile on Kong Wenzhao's face was still so bright. Huan Chang aimed Zhan Lu at the other party's heart, but he couldn't stab him no matter what.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, A Chang, kill him!"

Just when Huan Chang was hesitating, a disciple from Yangjia Village rushed forward, hugged Huan Chang, holding Zhan Lu's right hand and stabbed him hard.

With Huan Chang's martial arts, he was actually fully capable of shaking the villagers away, but after thinking about the bodies of the villagers who fell in pools of blood, he still didn't do that.

"Puff!"

Zhanlu cut iron like mud. Even if Huan Chang didn't use any force, it could easily pierce Kong Wenzhao's heart. Bright red blood splattered out, dyeing Huan Chang and the villager's clothes red.

"Puff!"

The heart was pierced, and Kong Wenzhao finally woke up from the beautiful memories and suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood.

After he opened his eyes, there was no resentment in his eyes, but instead looked at Zhan Lu, who was piercing his heart with some regret.

"Ahem!!"

Kong Wenzhao coughed violently. Even though his body was extremely strong, his vitality was rapidly passing away at this time, and the blood quickly dyed his clothes red.

"Thank you for helping me regain my true heart, at least without resentment or reluctance before dying."

Although Kong Wenzhao coughed up blood in his mouth, he looked at Huan Chang with gratitude, but his originally bright eyes were quickly losing their spirits.

"My original intention is to stay away from struggle, become a parent official who benefits the people, and be loved by the people."

"In your spare time, write and paint, stay away from the world and discuss with Confucian scholars."

"But the coercion and pressure from my father and the sect made me unable to compromise after struggling and do many things that go against my heart."

"The sect was destroyed and my father died tragically. I ended up living in pain every day, carrying the deep hatred of the sea of ​​blood and the burden of rebuilding the sect, and being exhausted all day long."

"Since then, I have forgotten my past ideals, the life I want, and even the beauty of this world."

"In my eyes, only hatred and the heavy responsibility."

"Just just now, I recalled the wonderful things I experienced in this life. Although I was interrupted before I could completely experience it again, I was content."

"Even if I die, I've found myself again."

"In this life, there are no regrets!"

Kong Wenzhao didn't say anything.

But at this moment, Huan Chang actually felt so many complex emotions from the other party's gradually dimming eyes, and his heart was shocked.

At this time, Huan Chang seemed to understand why Kong Wenzhao, who was the young leader of the Juye Gang, was willing to hide his identity in Pingyang City for many years and become a small deputy city lord.

He also felt that in the past five years, the pain and pressure that Kong Wenzhao had almost made him forget his original heart and the beauty of this world.

This heavy shackle actually gave Huan Chang a strong resonance and sense of belonging.

Huan Chang left Xiao Yun and resolutely rushed to Mingjian Villa. In order to strengthen the Song Dynasty for five years and the heavy burden of the heavy burden after the country was destroyed, it was very similar to Kong Wenzhong's experience.

Seeing that Kong Wenzhong realized that all his hatred was given to his heart because of the artistic conception of spring flowers and autumn moons, Huan Chang couldn't help feeling a strong sense of guilt in his heart.

"Senior, senior, senior!"

Huan Chang stepped forward, hugged Kong Wenzhao's body in his arms, and shouted loudly.
Chapter completed!