A son knows nothing better than his father, and a son also knows his father's heart.
Xi Yingfeng has been in the world for many years with his skills and scheming. Others may not know it, but Xi Shaoyuan knows it all too well.
In order to be the leader of the martial arts alliance, Xi Yingfeng did not hesitate to frame his sworn brother. He had an affair with Mrs. Wei and cooperated with others to make it appear that the Wei family was massacred by enemies. Then he temporarily took the position of leader for many years under the command of revenge for his sworn brother.
He was about to win over the people and strengthen his position, but he didn't want the son of leader Wei to return to the world. As a result of his ambition, the leader of the Chonghua Sect, who was already unjust and unkind, actually united with other sects to try to eradicate Wei Moyan.
The country is the most important thing in his eyes. Xi Yingfeng even ignored his wife's obsession with power. He has never taken a serious look at his son in so many years. It is for this reason that Xi Shaoyuan left Chonghuamen and walked independently in the world.
Such a cold-blooded father would do anything to achieve his goal, so how could he care about poisoning his son's best friend?
It's just that Shaoyuan suffered a lot, and no matter who he helped, he fell into a situation of disloyalty, filial piety, benevolence and unrighteousness.
"I'll go to Chonghuamen to find the antidote. You should take good care of Xiao Bai - if he is injured in the slightest, Xi will never show any mercy to him."
After Xi Shaoyuan left, Yun Yirong sat slumped on the stone bench. Probably no one in the world except her had seen such a murderous Master Jade Dragon. If he were to be cruel, he would probably be no worse than Wei Moyan and Wan
Once Haoyue.
The four young masters that everyone looks up to hate and kill each other. No one understands the entanglement of love and hate and the sadness and helplessness. Yun Yirong doesn't know where she stands in this cold battle. She is the one who works hard to prevent everything from happening.
Or is it a scourge that adds fuel to the flames and plunges the most innocent Cheng Xiaobai into confusion?
——————————————————————————The new rain on the empty mountain is chilly to the bones, and the chaotic sound of hooves breaks through the sky.
After walking fast all night, Xia Qingluan thought that the man would chase him, but he didn't expect that there would be no sound behind him.
Have you finally given up?
They have been entangled and hurt each other for a long time, tried to talk to each other again and again but failed again and again, rarely proved it through life and death, but they parted ways again due to the changing circumstances. After all, she and Wei Moyan were a pair that God did not allow to stay together.
Perhaps, they all killed too much and were cursed by countless evil ghosts, so they could never live in peace in this life.
No Bodhi tree, nor stand mirror.
They shouldn't have met each other in the world of love and hate, shouldn't have understood the loneliness in each other's eyes, and shouldn't have forgotten the grudges they've endured over the years and thought they could stay together forever.
Urging the horse to run as fast as possible, the cold wind whistling by her ears kept whining. She was going to Jiannan to find Wan Qi Haoyue, begging him to save her only relative in the world. The only one left could give her a life.
The person who goes down means nothing.
Wei Moyan must not know, in her heart she only regards Wanqi Haoyue as a brother-like existence, and will always be different from him.
One day and one night, one horse and one person traveled thousands of miles from Lanling to Jiannan, heading towards Wanqi Mansion, which was re-erected after the fire.
Jiannan, which is hazy all year round, is warm but humid, and the sun never shines.
The spacious courtyard is full of exotic flowers and plants, and a thin and calm figure is carefully tending them beside it. There are piles of residual leaves on the ground, not mixed with red.
"Gong, water."
The silent young man in black behind him handed over the kettle without hesitation, and the clear water fell on the green grass and leaves. Although most of the fragrant garden could not be named, you knew that every flower and leaf in it was full of fragrance.
It is a highly toxic material that can kill people. Only Wanqi Haoyue, who grew up in the Poison King Valley, can identify the species one by one.
"that……"
He handed over a box of purple clay through the brocade.
After getting along for a long time, the tacit understanding between them often does not require words or even eye contact. Wanqi Haoyue knows what to do when he raises his hand.
After returning from Lanling, Wan Qi Haoyue did not return to the Du Wang Valley. Instead, he rebuilt a simple compound on the burned site, announcing to Wulin that the Wan Qi family was once again standing in the rainy and windy rivers and lakes, and made it public
Declare war on Poyue Pavilion, even if only he and his servants are there.
Compared with Wei Moyan's amazing talent and beauty, Wanqi Haoyue also has his extraordinary wisdom. Although his martial arts skills are far inferior to those of the master of Poyue Pavilion, when it comes to intelligence, the two of them can be said to be matched opponents, and they are in good company for a while.
When Poyue Pavilion went all out to deal with Chonghua Sect and other sects, Wanqi Haoyue did not sit idle. Instead, he laid a dragnet on his own, severely damaging several Poyue Pavilion branches without any damage, and gradually approaching Jiangnan with his own power.
He will deal with the blood feud of the Wanqi family, the old hatred of the Wen family, and Wei Moyan's injury to Luan'er, and he will die in the mortal world in the name of Young Master Ye Tan.
Having just trimmed half of the herbs in the garden, Wanqi Haoyue straightened his shoulders and gently tapped them. A layer of fine beads of sweat formed evenly on his forehead.
"Rest and eat." Gong was as taciturn as ever.
Just as he was about to enter the house, the sound of rapid hooves and the neighing of reining horses came from outside the half-open door. His expressionless face frowned for a moment, then calmed down again: "I'll go take a look."
Wanqi Haoyue didn't like to socialize with others. When anyone came to visit, he would always be more silent than him and scare people away by shouting outside. Anyway, he didn't need anyone's help or alliance to fight against Poyue Pavilion.
It's just that the people who came to the door today seemed a little different, and there was obviously emotion in their voices.
"What are you doing here? Wanqi Mansion doesn't welcome you."
He didn't know who had offended him and was so disgusted with him. Wanqi Haoyue never asked questions about the people who came to visit him, and he could just drink whatever he wanted. They were the same in this mansion, and they were all the masters here.
He shook his head and was about to pick up the chopsticks to eat when someone outside the door whispered softly. Suddenly, the chopsticks in his hands fell to the ground.
"I'm here to see Mr. Wanqi."
A familiar, nostalgic voice.
"Gong, please let Miss Hongxian come in."
The deliberately alienated tone in the hospital made Xia Qingluan feel a little relieved. At least he did not reject her. No, there should be no doubt that everyone in the world might hate her identity, but he would not, even if his hands were stained with sin.
Blood Demon, he will still tenderly leave a home for her.
Walking out of the room, under the gloomy sky, she stood in white clothes, with a face as red as snow, and her indifferent clear eyes showed a little dependence on him, pure and peaceful.
When Lan Ling said goodbye, she thought it would be difficult to see each other again, but who would have thought that a few months later she would take the initiative to come. Wan Qi Haoyue couldn't help but be happy about this gift, but she also couldn't help but feel worried.
If nothing happened, she wouldn't have come here.
"Rare guest, please come inside."
Xia Qingluan did not refuse and followed Yuebai's figure directly into the outer hall, but she still felt a little hesitant in her heart.
Just now, he called her Miss Hongxian instead of the nickname she was accustomed to.
How could he turn a blind eye to the blood feud between his family? Also burdened with resentment, Xia Qingluan understood better than anyone how far that overwhelming hatred could be remembered, not to mention that the only person who knew the inside story died tragically in front of him - being guarded by her
people killed them with their own hands.
"Master Wanqi, Hongxian has something to ask of me. If the master is willing to agree, I am willing to pay any price, even this life."
Under the backlight, her beautiful face, untainted by the fireworks of the world, bowed her head slightly.