Chapter Thirty-Two: One wave of destruction and one rebirth
The fog is getting thicker and thicker, gradually pushing towards the crowd in the center of Guangping from all sides.
There shouldn't be any fog in such weather. The Lijiao's reputation for being good at sorcery is well-deserved. It can even control natural objects. It is even more threatening than the formations of the Tianhu Sect.
"Don't separate." Shen Yuqing jumped into the crowd, and Wei Moyan also gave up tracking and returned to Xia Qingluan's side.
Although the fog had no peculiar smell, it could not be determined whether it was poisonous. Looking around, the space not covered by the fog was getting smaller and smaller, and it was about to invade the crowd. Some disciples were terrified, asking questions that they knew would not be answered.
"Quiet." The man standing on the outermost edge suddenly shouted.
He was listening to something, and the other disciples immediately swallowed their voices and stopped talking, waiting for his answer.
The tiny sound, which others would not pay attention to at all, was extremely clear in Shaocheng's ears. It was the sound of a person's breathing. Although it was deliberately suppressed, it could not escape his extraordinary hearing.
Two small rays of light flashed quickly, and a cry of surprise came from the direction they were cast.
With a half-smile on his face, Shaocheng took out a brown pill from his belt and held it in his hand: "The needle is poisonous. If you want the antidote, the mist will disperse."
Hearing the voice and attacking quickly, this couldn't be easier for Shaocheng, who had been trained as an assassin since childhood. Even the thick mist could not stop his attack, which was accurate and sharp.
"I was careless." A loud laugh sounded quite masculine, and then the mist gradually faded away miraculously, but the green figure did not appear, "I was ordered by the leader to wait for Pavilion Master Wei. If there is no need, Things are going on, and I really want to show up and ask Pavilion Master Wei for some advice."
Shaocheng looked at Wei Moyan with some surprise. The latter was as calm as water and seemed to have completely expected his failure.
Only one person is left here to face the hundreds of disciples of Poyue Pavilion. If they were not fully prepared, these people would not be so stupid as to strike a stone with an egg. It seems that everything has been arranged, and the people sent will definitely not be ordinary people. It's normal for Cheng's attacks to have no effect.
"I will decide Xi Yingfeng's fate. If Lijiao insists on covering up, I don't care if it takes more time to deal with it." The cold voice did not contain any emotion, and the majestic demeanor seemed to be outside the world.
The other party was not to be outdone: "We must also determine the mystery of Hongxian."
For the sake of mystery, no one knows what the illusory thing is, and there are countless people who want to snatch it. If possible, Wei Moyan would rather there be no such thing in the world, so that Xia Qingluan would not be guilty of harboring the jade and would always live in danger. among.
"I've said hello, Pavilion Master Wei. I'll see you later."
The sound of dancing clothes echoed, and for a moment I couldn't tell which direction the man was leaving, let alone pursue him. The black figure raised his palm and stopped the various disciples who wanted to look around - that was just looking for death. , knowing oneself and knowing the enemy is undefeated in a hundred battles, but only knows the name of Lijiao but does not have any understanding of it. Taking action rashly will definitely bring losses to one's own side.
"Lejiao." Looking at the cloudy sky, seemingly talking to himself, Wei Moyan muttered the name in a low voice.
Once destroyed and reborn, the Chonghua Sect has become a thing of the past. What we will face in the future is probably this weird and weird real cult.
The woman in red beside him did not disturb his thoughts. She was used to staying by his side silently, like a shadow. Suddenly, her hand felt hot. He held her hand without hesitation, and the warmth spread throughout his body.
"Hall Master Shen, make arrangements to return to Lanling, and also release the news that the Chonghua Sect has been disbanded, and I will succeed the leader of the Wulin Alliance in one month. And -" He glanced at the woman in red with her head lowered, Po Yue said coldly. For the first time, the Pavilion Master expressed his feelings in front of many disciples. His gentle voice was completely different from the same person, "Let me tell the world, it will also be the day when Qingluan and I will get married."
There was a sudden uproar below, and there were far more voices of admiration than joy.
Fighting side by side, living and dying together, marching across mountains and rivers with an iron horse, these are all legends created by the dragon and the phoenix, and now, the dragon and the phoenix of this pair are finally coming together.
I don’t know who shouted it first, but a unified slogan formed among the excited crowd. Hundreds of Poyue Pavilion disciples knelt on the ground and shouted loudly.
"Congratulations to the master of the pavilion, Miss Hongxian has been married to you for a hundred years, the luan and the phoenix sing in harmony, the white head is white for three lives, and we will never be apart!"
The two people standing side by side complement each other in their grace and beauty, so perfect that no flaws can be found. Compared with them, the world pales in comparison.
"Qingluan, marry me." He breathed into her ear, stubbornly waiting for her answer.
The vast silence seems to travel through the ancient desolation, waiting for spring flowers and autumn fruits, winter snow and summer rain, and lingering in the memories that have been decorated together, traveling through all kinds of things, and finally looking forward to a gentle nod from her.
He smiled lightly, and the moment became eternity.
You and I have made a promise to live together until the end of this life, and we have made a promise that we will not regret it for a thousand years. In this life, we will never leave and never abandon each other, and we will stay together life and death.
——————————————————————————————In April of the 22nd year of Jingrun, great changes occurred in the world. Poyue Pavilion swept across the Central Plains and destroyed Chonghua. The sect suddenly became the largest organization. Wei Moyan, the pavilion leader, spread the word all over the world. He will take over the position of leader of the martial arts alliance after his father Wei Bugui. On the same day, he will marry the leader of Taiwei Hall, the first string to kill Hongxian. present.
With trivial and complex matters behind her, many ceremonial arrangements in front of her, and the need to pay attention to the latest trends in the sect, Shen Yuqing only then realized the power of Zixiu, the leader of Ziweitang. She used to handle these trivial matters. It was clean and orderly. If she hadn't been seriously ill, he, the pavilion master's confidant, wouldn't be so tired.
It's rare to spare half a day's leisure and climb up to the five-story high pavilion. The silent figure is indeed here.
"Why, are you here so quickly to ask for the two jugs of good wine I owe you?" Before turning around, Wei Moyan already knew who was coming.
Shen Yuqing smiled bitterly and imitated him, leaning on the railing: "Don't talk about two pots, I didn't even have time to drink half a sip. Pavilion Master, you are leisurely. Your wedding is coming soon, so you are still here to make your own decisions. "
"She went to the mountains. Parents and brothers should be informed of such a big event."
Taking the wine cup from Wei Moyan, Shen Yuqing did not drink it in a hurry, but frowned slightly and looked at the spring-filled Lanling City more than ten miles away. There were some things he didn't know whether to say or not. It is not easy to find such a peaceful scene. Pavilion Master, he has been waiting for this day for I don’t know how long.
However, the hesitation could not escape the man's gaze. With just one glance, Wei Moyan knew that there was something on his mind.
"What are you worried about?"
"I..." The words came to my lips but I didn't have the courage to say them. I finally blurted out with the help of a sip of wine, "I'm worried about the medical lady, she will be harmful to the Master of Hongxian Hall."
Yun Yirong has been pregnant with Liujia for six months. Logically speaking, she should be at home to recuperate at this time, but she always comes to the pavilion every now and then on the pretext of delivering medicine and diagnosis. Others may not know, but as a Shen Yuqing, who had been a co-conspirator, knew very well that Yun Yirong had always had a strong hatred for Hongxian in her heart.
Did Cheng Xiaobai's death make her give up meaningless revenge, or did it make her go even harder and blame Hongxian for her husband's death?
Shen Yuqing didn't know, he just had an intuition that the controversy about the doctor's wife was not over yet.