Chapter 21 Section 16

but. Still no Yuzu could fly. "What's the matter? Today is the day of departure, and the tide of the bright moon should have reached its peak by now." The elder stared blankly at the sky, dark clouds covered everything, and the bright moon could not be seen. "Is the sky really going to abandon us?" Xiang Yiyi heard the roar of the soldiers on the last line of defense behind him, and began to charge with their spears, but then their slender bodies burst open under the chopping of the heavy cavalry, and Xiang Yiyi clearly heard the sword strike The sound of broken bones, the muffled drop of the head to the ground, and the popping sound of blood spurting out of the cavity.

He can perceive everything that happens behind him without turning his head. This may be the keen instinct of the Yuzu, but he can't sense the call from the sky alone, which can make him take off and prove that he is a Yuzu. The teenagers around him began to panic, some people began to cry, the surroundings became more and more chaotic and noisy, and the guards no longer stopped the panickers, because everything was out of control. The line of defense of the most elite fighters of the Yu clan was torn apart, and two thousand fighters of the Yu clan disappeared into the sea of ​​flames in an instant.

The boy Xiang Yiyi heard the vibration of the ground behind him getting louder and louder, until the soil particles around him were beating.He has everything and nothing in his head, he just thinks: "Why can't I fly, why can't I fly?" There were all kinds of voices around, but Xiang Yiyi didn't notice it. At the most chaotic moment, he fell into the most abnormal concentration. Later, he didn't even think about flying, and his heart was completely blank. But did he really think about anything... No... There was clearly something swaying in his heart, which became clearer and louder.

"He's not a human race! He's Yu! He will harm our entire village." "Look, his wings... are horrible... there's no way he's going to fly with us..." "No, don't keep me!" Shouted to Alien Wing, "Why do you always leave me? Why? I hate you!" Suddenly...something broke into his heart, an incomparably huge shadow pressed down, it moved so fast, it swallowed up all the light in an instant. Xiang Yiyi didn't open his eyes, but he clearly saw it above his head, boundless, as if looking down on another piece of land from a high altitude, but that piece of land was gray and lifeless.

In the north of the land, a huge scar seemed to be newly torn apart, and blood-red magma gushed out continuously. The huge scar traversed a third of the land, perhaps tens of thousands of miles long and thousands of miles wide.It turns out... people's legends are true. When Xiang Yi was young, he had heard the legend of the dark moon.People say that there is more than one bright moon in the sky, but there is actually a dark moon, but the dark moon has no light, so people can't see it.Legend has it that An Yue was a young man in ancient times who loved a woman named Ming Yue.But in the war to defend the tribe, Dark Moon's face was permanently scarred, so Bright Moon detested him and left him.Dark Moon was in incomparable pain, and this pain made the wound on his face never clot, and the blood flowed forever.He followed the bright moon every day, asking why.Mingyue retreated to the edge of the cliff because she was afraid of the dark moon, fell into the sea and died.An Yue was extremely remorseful and desperate, and jumped off the cliff.Later, two stars rose from the sea, one was radiant and beautiful, and the other was dark.But the dark moon is always around the bright moon and will never leave.Recently, there are only a few hundred miles between two months, but they can never touch.People often see the bright moon change its shape because the dark moon moves past her and blocks her light.

But now, Xiang Yiyi has so clearly sensed the existence of Dark Moon. He could even see clearly every valley and dry canyon on the dark moon from the scene in his mind.The more he focused on looking at it, he felt that the dark moon moved closer. Gradually, he realized that it was not the dark moon moving towards him, but himself flying towards the dark moon! Suddenly, the feeling of soaring that came over him on the night of Qixi Festival a year ago grabbed him again, his body seemed to lose weight all of a sudden, and the blood began to burn his whole body like burning, and he seemed to become a raging fire.And the fire burned more and more intensely, and it shot straight into the sky.In the flames, he shook violently, and with a loud bang, two huge wings of fire flew straight up!

Xiang Yiyi understood that he could fly. There is no need to look back, he knows that this time it is definitely not a deformed wing, he knows that maybe there has never been such a huge pair of wings in the Yu Clan. The light faded, and the wings condensed.Lightly fluttering towards the different wings, the body jumped up. There was a scream from behind. "Black, black wings!" The elder hoped to hear the news. "The black wings...it's finally here..." He turned his head in a daze, looking at the sea, the wings that were still glowing red were slowly rising. "This year's take-off day, the dark moon blocked the bright moon... This is the death of my feathered family..."

By the sea, the feathered people shouted in horror. "That's the symbol of Rage God, we're done!" "The dark moon and the bright moon cannot appear in the sky together. He flew into the sky, and all of us can't fly!" "kill him!" "Shoot him!" The Yu people set up their bows and arrows and shot at Xiang Yi. When the arrow wind brushed across the boy's face, he shouted: "What did I do wrong?" But an arrow hit his left chest, and the severe pain immediately swallowed all his shouts. Another arrow hit his arm. As if he had reacted by himself, the huge black wings suddenly swooped violently, and the strong wind rolled up the waves, rushing towards everyone on the beach.Soaring to the sky with different wings.

Everything suddenly became so far away and small, and he saw an incomparably vast land. In the distance, it was as if all the stars in the sky had fallen to the ground, throwing out tens of thousands of flames.It was a battlefield where people clashed, and countless people were fighting on the long front.The tide of fire is pushing towards the sea.There was chaos on the shore, and thousands of people were running, shouting, and struggling on the beach dozens of kilometers away, but they couldn't even condense their wings.At the moment when the dark moon dominates the sky, only the people of Moyu can fly.

Xiang Yi was in the air, watching this long scroll move before his eyes, massacre and destruction.Suddenly, a pair of eyes shocked him. It's Xiaoyou, a six-year-old Xiaoyou. She just stood quietly on the beach, neither crying nor screaming, holding her little bundle, and watching him fly into the sky calmly. Blood and fire seem to be from another world. Xiang Yiyi suddenly shed tears, and the tears fell into the sea, but the sea is so big, one drop of tears falling into it will not change it, nor will the blood of thousands of people flow into it. Wings flew straight to the sky with the different wings. He opened his eyes and saw thousands of feather arrows floating around him like floating. It was a miracle brought about by the extremely fast flight.His body rolled across the sky, the dark moon was spinning above his head, and the arrow wound on his body was so painful that he wished he could die immediately.But he just opened his eyes like that, there was only a piece of blue in his eyes, and the terrible world disappeared. Although the screams rang through his ears, he couldn't see anything, only the sky.

Later, Xiang Yiyi grew up and became the master of Hexue. Every time he made a decision related to the death of countless lives, he raised his head and looked at the sky. It's just unreal. Only Xiaoyou's eyes were something he would never forget. He never saw how Xiaoyou died, and he never dared to imagine it.In my memory, Xiaoyou will always stand by the seaside, quietly, without speaking, holding her little baggage, waiting for her parents to fly back to pick her up. "What the dark moon projects into this world is hatred and destruction. Therefore, when you can fly high, it must be when disaster befalls the world. When your wings are raised, everything around you will be engulfed in blood and fire— —The flesh and blood are separated, the love is separated, the hegemony is ruined, and everything is gone." The man in Tsing Yi turned his head to look at Xiang: "Do you still want to fly?" "Are you still flying?"