The tree wants to be still but the wind doesn't stop.
The life in the small town of East Lake was dull but calm. Twenty years passed by and she spent her time in peace and stability until the black figure who ruined her life appeared.
Yun Yirong still remembered the coldness in his dark eyes when she saw him for the first time. It had never changed every time he faced her for more than a year, so she knew that there was no place for her in that man's heart.
However, she still fell into the devil's trap, became obsessed with him, went crazy for him, lost her good nature for him, and did not hesitate to blacken her heart and soul for him.
If it were for Wei Moyan, I would not hesitate to be greedy, angry, stupid, arrogant, and burdened with the three karma.
It's just that she went in the wrong direction, from being for him to uncontrollable jealousy and madness. Hongxian's existence became the reason why she couldn't achieve her wish. Even if he knew that the aloof woman was not there, he still wouldn't pity her half an eye.
The wind was strong on the top of the mountain, and my thin and weak body could not resist and almost fell down several times. Thanks to the support of someone around me, I was able to survive to the entrance of the cave with difficulty.
Lying on the ground was the lifeless body of the young man. Shen Yuqing clenched the handle of the knife, and a sharp breath suddenly filled his body: "I'll go in and take a look."
The entrance of the cave was too small to accommodate many people, and if there was an emergency, it was difficult to turn around and avoid it. However, Shen Yuqing entered alone and no one raised any objections - among the crowd here, he was the only one with the best kung fu.
Just as he was about to step in, there was a sudden violent vibration from Huanlan Cave to the outside of the mountain. It took a long time before it stopped. The strange phenomenon at this moment caused everyone's expressions to change drastically. Before they could react, two figures had already rushed out. , and headed straight into the cave.
One is Shen Yuqing, and the other is Yun Yirong, who is on the verge of physical and mental collapse.
From the mouth of Linghe River, she could roughly guess how many ambushes were set up in Kunyu Mountain. If the shock was not caused by the inhuman force of Lijiao, it must have been caused by an agency. If she had known that Wei Moyan would come and break into Huanlan Cave , even if she died, she would not cooperate with Li Jiao. How could she do anything detrimental to him?
The winding path in the cave led to a staggering step. Due to her petite figure, Yun Yiyong actually rushed ahead of Shen Yuqing. When her eyes suddenly opened up, she saw a familiar figure pulling hard on the red sleeves on the edge of the huge stone platform. Then, the ferocious Xi Yingfeng raised the sword high in his hand and suddenly dropped it.
"Get out of the way!" The huge thrust knocked Yun Yirong aside. Shen Yuqing moved quickly and fiercely, but still couldn't completely block the sword. The sharp snow blade barely scratched against Xuan's shirt and was taken away. A few drops of bright red blood. The pain on his back did not affect Wei Moyan at all. What he was worried about was the gradually torn red silk in his hand. The only connection with her was this.
"Pavilion Master?" He waved his sword to resist Xi Yingfeng's offensive, and shouted in a low voice, the frightened loyal subordinate. It was not that Shen Yuqing didn't see the red string falling downwards, and it wasn't that he didn't see Wei Moyan holding the knot tightly in his hand. The corners of his clothes were getting thinner and thinner, and they were constantly spinning and cracking. He wished he could grow another arm, have another body, or be the one who fell to the bottom of the hole.
But he didn't dare to move. On one side was the master of the Chonghua Sect who was attacking again with a sword, and on the other was a stranger with a weird and terrifying appearance. If he wasn't careful, all the attacks would probably be directed at the focused man behind him. A man who saves people.
At this moment, Gumu was sure that he would win.
"Do it!" The big robe covered with poisonous insects shook, and countless smelly insects flew towards Shen Yuqing, who was guarding the black figure intently. Gumu took the opportunity to shout at Xi Yingfeng.
Wei Moyan has deep inner strength and determination, which is far beyond the reach of other people. Illusion has very little effect on him, but Shen Yuqing is different. The moment he waved his sleeves to drive away the flying insects, he had already fallen into an illusion brought by a burst of fragrance.
We were obviously in a cave, how could we reach Poyue Pavilion?
It was neither night nor day, it was chaotic, there was no sign of any human voice, and the misty mist carried the smell of death, which made even the deputy head of Tianshi Hall who had experienced massacres couldn't help but feel chills in his heart.
"Shen Yuqing, I want to be with you, I like you and I won't let you die!"
Suddenly, there were heavy echoes from all directions. It was Lian Shi's voice, but it had a different tone. It seemed to be distorted and bound by something, cold and weird.
"Lian Shi? Answer me!" Shen Yuqing called calmly, but his voice was swallowed up by the thicker and thicker mist, and even he seemed not to have heard it.
What exactly is this place?
Where is the Pavilion Master? Where is Xi Yingfeng? And where is Lian Shi? He shouldn't be here, he should stay by the Pavilion Master's side...
Yun Yirong, who was leaning on the cave wall and breathing heavily, was stunned. She had never seen such a strange scene. After the flying insects surrounding Shen Yuqing dispersed, her eyes, which had always been calm and rigorous, were filled with confusion and suspicion. , and his body, which could not help but tremble, was slowly retreating towards the edge of the stone platform.
Shen Yuqing was restrained, Wei Moyan held on to the unconscious Hongxian and did not dare to move easily. Xi Yingfeng would not let go of the golden opportunity. He raised the long sword with blood yet to fall off and lowered it again towards the firm back.
No high-strength martial arts is required, just a casual sword strike, and the so-called dragon among men, the so-called uncrowned king, will never be seen again in the world.
"Pavilion Master Shen! Pavilion Master!" An exclamation came from the corridor not far from the stone platform. Jiuhe and others who followed closely behind saw Xi Yingfeng's sword about to fall from a distance. They were frightened for a while, but , it’s too late to rush there.
The sword light is fierce, the face is ferocious, life and death are unpredictable in an instant.
The excessive force caused the sword blade to penetrate the flesh and blood body, and the sound of tearing the body apart was dull and dull. At the tip of the sword, the gurgling blood flow gathered together, forming a long and thick line that fell to the ground, winding and winding along the stone platform. The texture extends to the edge and falls off.
No one could have imagined that such a weak person would explode with terrifying speed, building a barrier with his own body without hesitation, letting the sword penetrate his chest, and still stand tenaciously.
As she said before, she would do anything for Wei Moyan, even if she had to give up the rest of her life.
In an instant, all the demonic obstacles and dust were wiped out, and what was left was only distant memories, and the faded and old ones were remembered again.
What a resemblance. When she first met him, he looked cold and solemn while holding the blood-red woman with a cold face. He didn't even see the timid doctor's daughter with her head lowered next to her. Now, he was going to the hospital for that woman again. Regardless of life and death, he still didn't notice that the person who was obsessed with him devoted his whole life to him.
Who dies for whom, who lives for whom.
"Am I... ridiculous..." she asked as she fell down.
How stupid she was, believing more than anyone else that he was invincible and that he would not die under someone else's sword, yet she overestimated her ability to block that sword for him. It turned out that everything was unnecessary.
When she turned sideways to meet the long sword stabbing her body, he suddenly used his strength to pull the woman he loved deeply into his arms, turned around, and quietly watched another person die for him.
The mysterious clothes are like iron, cold and silent.
The temperatureless tears were broken into a pool of his own blood. Yun Yirong suddenly hoped that this moment could become eternal.
It was the first time he held her like this.
Although her face was still expressionless, it was worth a lifetime to her.