The two were stunned and looked towards the eaves. They saw a man in black clothes fluttering, with a jade pendant of flowing clouds swaying on his waist. Both his clothes and sword were of extraordinary quality.

"Who is this scoundrel who dares to break into the backyard?" the third sister cursed.

"Tell me your name! The Shen family will make you suffer!" said the fourth sister coldly.

A laugh came from under the man's straw raincoat and hat:

"I will not change my name or surname - Prince's Mansion, Xiao Ying! If you are dissatisfied, feel free to come and find me."

The third sister gnashed her teeth, but dared not speak: "Xiao Ying from the Prince's Mansion... I will remember you..."

After Su Mingan threw the blame away, he looked at Yueyue and stretched out his hand towards her:

"——Let's go. I finally found you."

Under the horrified gazes of the two women, the young man pulled Shen Yueqing away and disappeared.

The news that Miss Thirteen eloped with someone from the palace at night spread in the capital. Xiao Ying was blamed, but he dared not get angry or say anything, and happily allocated an area for Su Mingan to live in.

Su Mingan took her with him, flying from the East Street of the capital to the West Street with his light-hearted steps. The moonlight cast a soft halo, and the eaves and the pagoda cast faint shadows. The evening breeze blew up the girl's tied black hair. Her face was not the same as before, but it was extremely fresh and young. Her fingers tightly grasped Su Mingan's sleeves, afraid to let go.

"Don't hold so tightly." Su Ming'an said helplessly. He held her with one hand and hooked the puppet string with the other hand, flying in the silent night of the capital. The night watchman's gong sounded in his ears.

But she clenched her fist even tighter, like a hamster guarding its food.

Looking at her like this, Su Mingan seemed to have returned to the early days of the world game, when the soft, timid girl wearing a cat-ear hat looked like this.

"You are very...powerful." Yueyue said: "Thank you for saving me."

Su Mingan stopped hesitantly and landed on a corner of the eaves. A rare panic appeared in his eyes.

The sound of the wind in his ears became more and more intense, and his heart began to slowly surge.

"You just..." Su Mingan's eyes stayed on the moonlight tonight: "What did you say?"

"Although I don't know who you are, thank you for helping me. Otherwise, with my strength, it would be difficult for me to leave that family." Yueyue said: "I probably can't go back, and you don't have to carry me with you. Just put me down and I will be able to support myself."

“…”

silence.

The only thing frozen under the night sky is silence.

Su Mingan's gaze moved away from her face inch by inch, confirming that what she said was not a lie.

He should have found the right person. Her innate swordsmanship, her eyes that were completely different from those of other girls of her generation, her pride in not succumbing to the secular world...all showed that she was Yueyue.

But why...

His palm suddenly loosened, the puppet thread rustled, and his ears suddenly became as quiet as death.

At this time, Ah Du's voice quietly came out: "That... An-chan. Chaoyan told me before that this kind of amnesia in reincarnation is very common. Maybe she just forgot in this life, just like a light bulb that occasionally short-circuits. You see, when Akto and others were debugging the Dawn system for a long time, they also forgot who they were. This is a self-protection measure of the brain over the long years."

“…”Su Mingan sighed silently.

“What previous life…?” The girl blinked.

Su Mingan lowered his head slightly, his bangs covering his eyebrows. After a moment, he raised his head and showed a pure smile:

"Nothing, a friend asked me to come and see you. As long as you are happy, he will be very happy."

"Friend?" The girl asked blankly, "But I haven't made any friends since I was a child? What's the name of that friend?"

"His name is Su Mingan."

The girl's eyelashes trembled, as if she had an instinctive reaction to the name. But she struggled to think, and her mind was full of fog.

Su Mingan said softly: "If you think about it carefully, the existence of that friend actually has no decisive significance for your happiness. On the contrary, it sometimes makes you more sad... Well, I wish you a happy life."

He wanted to turn around and leave, wanting her to have a free life.

But the girl grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"Um..." She said softly: "Can I...take you as my master?"

Su Mingan looked back in surprise.

"Although I don't know who you are, I feel that you are very familiar to me... I don't want to watch you go away. Your martial arts are very powerful, can I become your disciple?" She blinked.

Su Mingan was silent for a moment.

Three days later, in the palace, the girl performed a simple ceremony of paying respect to her teacher alone. He did not call himself her master, but just treated her as an equal. However, in this world, they still treated each other as master and disciple when they walked around.

After that, the first person in the martial arts world no longer hid himself from the world, and traveled all over the world with his apprentices, eliminating all injustices. People were all amazed by his strength. Just hearing his sword break through the air, there was a spirit of overwhelming mountains and seas, and everything turned to ashes in the shock.

In the 80th year of the Tianshi Era, the Ice Sword Fairy was born. With her ordinary bones, she had mastered the peerless sword skills, and her temperament was indifferent and unworldly. She was called "Frost Rose" and "Moonlight Sword" by the world.

In the 85th year of the Tianshi era, the Ice Sword Fairy won the top spot in the martial arts world. She was only 24 years old at the time. With her youthful appearance, she killed all the villains in the world with her sword. The emperor of the time treated her with courtesy, and her name was well-known in the neighborhood teahouses.

In the 90th year of the Tianshi Era, the name of the Ice Sword Fairy spread throughout the continent. No matter how she acted, the number one person in the martial arts world would back her up. She lived a carefree life, and everyone knew her.

The Shen family tried to climb up the social ladder quickly, but were humiliated by her words, "Things may change over time, don't bully a poor young girl."

The third sister of the Shen family married a high-ranking official, but he was soon implicated in a flood control case and his family was exiled. The fourth sister married a prince and got what she called love, but she was trapped in the mansion for the rest of her life, taking care of her husband and children, and experiencing birth, old age, sickness and death, without any freedom.

Only the good-for-nothing Miss Thirteen looked down upon the world, with amazing talent and aloofness. The world was so big that she could go anywhere she wanted.

I don’t know how many people envy her life, envy that she has a master who can handle anything and only wants to make her happy.

In the 101st year of the Tianshi Era, spiritual energy revived, martial arts declined, and the sect withered. Su Xiaobai, the first person in the martial arts world, asked his only disciple in this life whether he was happy.

She had fought too many battles in her youth, and her body was covered with old wounds. She was dying, and replied with a smile:

"My whole life...really..."

“…I’m very happy.”

The master, with his unchanged expression, smiled, closed her gradually fading eyes, and buried her in the palace where he had first performed the ceremony of becoming her disciple.

At the same time, Prince Xiao Ying, who was 40 years old at the time, drank poison and committed suicide.

The peach blossoms fell, and Su Ming'an stood alone in front of the tomb for a long time, as if he could see Shisan Niang practicing sword under the moon, walking towards him.

The trend of all nations coming to pay tribute ended, and Chang'an was no longer prosperous.

The wheel of history continues to move forward, rolling towards new events, and will not stop for anyone.

The Yangtze River rolls eastward, its waves wash away all heroes. Success and failure are all in vain. The green mountains remain, and the sunsets are red again.

In the 101st year of the Tianshidai, the era of martial arts ended with the rampant evil.

All martial arts are in vain.