It snowed heavily for three days and the road from Jiannan to Lanling was vast and desolate.
Such a grand snow scene is rare in the south of the Yangtze River. It looks pale as far as the eye can see, and the mountains and rivers are painted in long scrolls, but they are not stained by dust.
In the lonely high pavilion, someone is drinking his own wine, and the snow falls on the cup and turns into bitter condiments.
"Stop drinking, your injury is not healed yet, wine is a hairy thing..." The graceful woman in violet clothes had a face as white as paper. She wanted to take the cup from the drunkard's hand, but was pushed away indifferently. She staggered and led the patient with her.
Unique powerlessness.
It had been a few days since he came back from Jiannan. Wei Moyan had been sitting here in the wind and snow since he woke up from a coma. The ground was full of empty wine bottles.
Although the sword stabbed by Xia Qingluan hurt, it was not worth the pain of losing a loved one.
The Chonghua Sect was ostracized by the martial arts, and now was a great opportunity to pursue him. However, as the master of a pavilion, he was too immersed in the loss of his life to care about him. Xia Qingluan woke up earlier than him, silently and silently.
He was lying in the room like a dead body, no matter who comforted him, there was no reaction in his dim eyes.
In that chess game where life and death were not a concern, he lost her.
"Mo Yan, if you continue like this, not only will you not be able to call her back, but you will be trapped in it. Nine years of blood feud, six years of hard training, two rounds of spring and autumn battles, and you are about to destroy the obstacles and master the martial arts rivers and mountains.
, Do you want to work in vain and see your dominance come to nothing?" Zixiu still persisted in persuading her. Her life was to achieve his legend and she has been lingering till now. She must not look at his achievements and infatuation before ending her life.
Destroyed once.
He bent down to clean up the mess on the floor, and sighed quietly before leaving: "Everyone is waiting in the meeting hall, you can do whatever you want."
Hegemony, the existence that once occupied his life, gradually faded away after Xia Qingluan appeared. Wei Moyan suddenly found that he had changed a lot. He was calm and steady, and was always missing when encountering things related to her. He was used to killing people like crazy.
Without blinking an eye, he kept caring about her. With a look and a sigh, he was no longer the ruthless and perfect ruler without any flaws. The moment he fell into love, he became half human and half devil, obsessed with only one person in his life.
.
Now it's time to return.
He would overthrow the world as soon as possible and hold the world in his hands. While she was still alive, he used the country as a matchmaker to fulfill many promises to her but none of them came true.
The crime is nothing more than life-and-death love obsession. Even if he becomes a demon, he does it for her.
After two days of waiting in the meeting hall, I thought that everything was in vain today. Who would have thought that the black figure would appear in front of the door again, with the same cold and solemn majesty as before. He sat slowly behind the case, invisible.
The ink pupils at the bottom of his eyes lightly scanned the hall masters and hosts gathered in the hall. The vast and aloof look between his brows was unparalleled in magnificence.
This is the master of the Poyue Pavilion who looks down upon the common people, the unbeatable dragon among men.
"Mobilize all the subordinates from the southern border to rush to the Central Plains and use all their strength to kill the Chonghua Sect. If there is any help from other sects, they will be killed."
"Taiwei Hall accepts the order." Shaocheng, who temporarily took over the position of deputy head of Taiwei Hall, had firm eyes and looked at the pavilion master with infinite enthusiasm, who still spoke calmly and calmly after the case.
The king returns and his momentum continues to grow.
"Recover the sphere of influence of each branch in the west within three days, recall all those sent to the southern Xinjiang area to consolidate the branches from Jiangnan to the Central Plains. The disciples from all places are waiting to be dispatched, preparing to sweep across all sects."
Arranging the affairs in the pavilion one by one, the gods are clear and clear, and there is no wrong move at all, which makes countless Poyue Pavilion disciples who worship the strong become addicted to it and look up to it. The dragon among men has once again proved what it means to be a tyrant, and what it means to be amazing.
Absolutely gorgeous, unrivaled.
If there is a god in the world, it must be Wei Moyan.
After everyone left, a sickly figure walked in with a continuous cough. Even though she was walking with difficulty, she still insisted on urging him to complete what he had to do. Some things cannot be delayed.
"She has been deprived of water and rice for several days and nights, and she won't be able to survive much longer. Mr. Cheng's death has hit her hard. It may be difficult for her to trust you again, but if you are willing to do it, I believe she will
Then one day - she can stand up again like you, and the two of you can ride horses side by side again and conquer the world."
Riding horses side by side, we conquer the world.
What a beautiful wish, the harmony and tacit understanding that only existed when we first met but didn't know each other. Wei Moyan didn't ask for such perfection. If only she could continue to stay by his side, he would be willing to accompany her whole life.
"You should also rest more." The black figure left a message before disappearing outside the door.
Such a plain sentence made the haggard woman instantly look more radiant. He didn't know that for Zi Xiu, it was a comfort worth three lifetimes.
No woman who fell into his shadow could be happy, except Xia Qingluan.
————————————————————————————The room that has not been approached for a long time is cold and desolate, the snow that has not completely melted is piled on the handrail, and it is lonely.
The white looks more lifeless.
The door of the room was ajar, as if someone had come but had no choice but to leave. In despair, she forgot to close the door tightly, and she didn't know how much cold air was let in. She would catch a cold.
Thinking randomly, she opened the door and saw a damp and musty smell in the dark room. Wei Moyan suddenly remembered that no one had lived in this room for a long time since she left, and time had slipped away unknowingly.
It has been more than a year, and more than 400 days and months have passed since they met.
"Qingluan." She blurted out a faint call, and then smiled bitterly, forgetting that it was impossible for her to answer him now.
There was no one on the bed or at the table. The woman still wearing the bright red wedding dress was huddled in the corner. The blood stains on her clothes had turned black and red after a long time, which was shocking. She has been like this since she came back, her eyes were slack and lackluster.
She couldn't see anyone or anything in her eyes, only blood-red and white snow remained, and she kept recalling the things that had passed away from her life on the snowy night.
Sitting on the floor next to Xia Qingluan, he didn't know what to say. Any explanation or promise at this moment was feeble. Even if he spoke of lotus flowers and had tears on his tongue, he couldn't bring back the lost people and hearts.
He holds the country in his hands and is proud of the world. If he is angry enough to swallow up the mountains and rivers, he will not be able to heal the withered heart.
So powerless.
It is difficult for humans to fight against heaven and emotions.
The people around him were as silent as dead bodies. They silently stretched out their hands to hold their thin shoulders and pulled them into their arms. Their cold cheeks were pressed against their necks without any resistance. How could a puppet know how to resist?
A person without a heart is just a puppet.
"How long do you want to remain silent? Until you die, or until I die?" If the relationship between two people is only silent, it is the same as death.
Wei Moyan didn't know what kind words to say, and he didn't feel the need to say some false and empty words of love to her. Being straightforward had always been the way they communicated, even though it was deeply hurtful. He turned over his bloodless face, even if he looked at each other.
, there was still no emotion reflected in those eyes, and the feeling of near nothingness made him want to suffocate: "You know that I am too stubborn, why don't you give in even once? I always look back first, reach out first, but you keep repeating
retreat."
He will also get tired when the results are not always what he expected.
"Qingluan, Qingluan..." He murmured meaninglessly like crazy, closed his eyes and kissed her cold lips. It was tasteless, but he didn't want to let go, "Do you know how much I love you?"