The night was as cold as water, carrying the coldness of the first day after the snow. The thin snow blown into the pavilion by the wind made no sound under the feet.
Poyue Pavilion was heavily guarded from the outside, but no one was on duty inside. The sneaky figure under the moon didn't alert anyone. He climbed all the way up the stairs and finally stopped in front of the unlit door.
This is just an ordinary house, but it hides the greatest secret in the world.
He pressed his slightly trembling hands on his chest and breathed deeply, silently praying that the woman in the room had really lost her mind and was like a zombie as rumored, otherwise, with his skills, he would definitely not be Hongxian's opponent. Success or failure depended on this one move. After all, he was full of resentment and surrendered.
Throughout his life, he will still use his meager strength to avenge his benefactor, and the result will soon be seen.
I carefully controlled the force and pushed the door open silently. It was so dark inside that it was difficult to see clearly. I turned around and closed the door half-closed. I closed my eyes and waited for a while. Then I opened my eyes and finally could see clearly.
The figure is lying on his side on the bed, with uneven shapes, and the fine green hair covering his cheeks is like a waterfall of ink. Next to the pillow, there is a slender, slightly old wooden box that is half the size of an arm.
Mystery.
Uncontrollable excitement surged into my heart, and my steps were a little erratic, no longer as steady and cautious as a moment ago. The woman who took a few steps closer to the bed and was breathing evenly still didn't move. She quietly held the wooden box in her arms and stared at it.
After a moment, he finally raised his dagger.
"Sure enough, it's you." A cold and calm voice sounded faintly, and there was a loud bang in the head of the person holding the wooden box. When he turned around, it was the man who was indifferent but enough to make people talk.
Pushing the door open completely, Wei Moyan looked coldly at the young man holding the dagger high, with no mercy in his eyes: "Yan."
The panicked Night Walker, covered in wind and snow, is the most potential host of Tianshi Hall, and a subordinate that the master of Poyue Pavilion has always admired and planned to promote.
"I have speculated that there is a traitor in the cabinet since Lu Hanhai was executed. Xi Yingfeng, who is thousands of miles away, knows everything about his trip to southern Xinjiang and his daily actions. He even knows many things that have never been reported to the council.
Important secret. Although the relationship between Cheng Xiaobai and Qingluan was not concealed in Poyue Pavilion, only a few people knew about it, but Xi Yingfeng was able to seize this point to design a break with Qingluan, and even more so in Poyue Pavilion.
After I withdrew the killing order of the Twelfth Branch, I quickly kidnapped Cheng Xiaobai in an attempt to put all the charges on Poyue Pavilion. Yan, you did a good job. Without you, Qingluan and I would not have reached this point.
." At the end of the sentence, his tone became increasingly cold.
The face with its back to the moonlight outside the door could not be clearly seen, and the ruthlessness could be fully felt from the coldness and solemnity on his body. Yan knew that everything was over.
Because he secretly colluded with the doctor's wife to provide information and help to Xi Yingfeng, Hongxian followed the plan of the Chonghua Sect's master and kept away from Wei Moyan step by step. Although it failed to cause a huge dispute between Poyue Pavilion and Duwang Valley in the end, it also caused
De Hongxian lost his mind and was like a dead person, while the Pavilion Master of Poyue Pavilion made many wrong decisions because of his love.
Not sure whether it was a wry smile or a sneer on his face, Yan lit the candle on the table and threw the wooden box aside casually. He didn't even bother to look back at the person sitting up silently on the bed. After all the tricks were exhausted, he fell in front of Wei Moyan in the end.
In a simple game, there is no need to think about it. The wooden box must not be the mysterious thing that everyone in the world craves for. The person who escaped from his dagger is certainly not Hongxian. What happened tonight is all
A play staged for him, to catch the traitor and eliminate the traitor, this is the purpose.
"Wei Moyan, I once worshiped you and respected you, and like them, I was willing to sacrifice my life to chase your power, until you betrayed our loyalty and killed your loyal subordinates for a woman." Playing with the dagger in his hand,
There was no fear on Yan's face, but he was much more relaxed than before, "You have known for a long time that my life was saved by Hall Master Lu with a knife. He is my benefactor and a father-like existence. He is
He taught me to be loyal to you and regard Poyue Pavilion as my only destination in this life. But you...but you killed him! Killed the hero who had served the Wei family all his life!"
Sure enough, it was because of Lu Hanhai.
Wei Moyan was speechless. Lu Hanhai's death was indeed his fault. If he had not acted unexpectedly for Xia Qingluan many times, the bold and loyal Taiwei Hall Master would never have died a tragic death. However, he had never regretted it.
For Xia Qingluan, she was willing to bear the resentment of everyone in the world.
The sharp sword blade made a small cut on his finger. Yan frowned, put his finger in his mouth and sucked it. After venting his dissatisfaction, his face gradually calmed down.
"I was so stupid that I didn't expect that what you said in the meeting hall had ulterior motives. I thought I could take away the secret and kill her to avenge Hall Master Lu, but in the end, I threw myself into a trap and exposed my identity. Wei Moyan, I know
You don’t regret sacrificing a lot for that woman, and I don’t regret sacrificing my life to ruin the relationship between you two. It’s just that I didn’t expect you to love her so deeply earlier. If I had known this, I wouldn’t have been able to do it before she got used to it.
I should have killed her when I got the Wei family kung fu, and maybe the tragedy would not have happened. It’s too late. The dead can’t come back, and the dead heart can’t live. You can continue to complete your work in loneliness.
Hegemony, I hope that when you reach the top, there will be no one around you." The sarcastic smile was like the night, filled with desolation and despair.
The dark pupils shrank, and when Zixiu, who was pretending to be Xia Qingluan, saw Wei Moyan's expression and reacted, Yan had already fallen to the ground.
The blade of the dagger was shiny green and purple, so it must be extremely poisonous.
The young man who had turned from loyalty to resentment had already made up his mind that tonight, he would either live or die.
"Is there anyone else hiding in the pavilion?"
Yan shook his head, and a strange light shone in his firm eyes: "About this matter... I will never... say a word..." The pain in his internal organs was like burning, and the blood he vomited was as black as ink. This poisonous process was so intense
Xiao Bai's heart became even more intense. He tried to turn his head to look at the woman in a pansy shirt who was kneeling on the ground holding his head. Those sad eyes had given him countless comforts in despair: "Master Zixiu Hall... Yan... I'm sorry.
You...can't protect you...can't...let you leave his side...if there is an afterlife..."
If there is an afterlife, don't fall in love with such a heartless man again and let me take care of you, okay?
However, I never had time to say those words.
Another star falls into the wilderness.
People who are used to seeing separation between life and death should not feel sad about spring and autumn. After gently stroking those dull eyes, Zi Xiu couldn't help but lower his head.
If there is an afterlife, I just ask not to be born in a place where there are rivers and lakes, and experience the pain of love, hate and pain again.
Yan, go well.
"After all, he is a traitor and cannot be buried in the territory of Poyue Pavilion - find someone safe to send him home."
Yan was born in the distant southern country, which was a barbarian land but there were large areas of lovesick red beans. He always said with longing that one day he would take her to see the red mountains and plains and see the purest scenery of the southern country. That is where it is.
His rightful destination.
"Thank you." Zixiu didn't know why he wanted to thank Wei Moyan. Maybe it was just because he rarely showed some humanity and allowed the soul of a young man who died in a foreign land to return to his hometown.
The indifferent man did not answer, turned around, and was surprised to find a peaceful and cold white.
"...Qingluan?"
Standing at the door was a woman in white who had been moved to another room beforehand. She should be as numb as a careless woman at this moment. Under the moonlight and snow, she was still as beautiful and dustless as ever.
————————————————Bitter words in vain————————————————From the desolate and desolate beginning of the initial post to the miserable
Nowadays, there are various postures on the street, and I don’t know if there are still darlings who continue to pay attention to "Jiangshan".
Indeed, as a novel with no noob plot and no passionate meaty drama, "Jiangshan" was destined not to receive much attention from the beginning. The tragic endings of two consecutive novels also made Kubi Bai understand that he is indeed not suitable for writing.
a road.
"Jiangshan" may be the last article I write, but Kubibai promises that the quality will not be reduced because of this, but will do his best to keep it as it may have no reading value but is the true nature of Kubibai's full dedication, until the end
Completed in one word.
Thank you to the readers who can still stick to this point, even if it’s just one person.
In the early morning of June 13, Kubibai was still immersed in saving the manuscript.