Chapter 8: All kinds of things in the world of mortals behind
In July of the 22nd year of Jingrun, the Pavilion Master of Poyue Pavilion finally returned to the world two months after taking over as the leader of the Wulin Alliance.
The Chonghua Sect has been dispersed, and Lijiao has been destroyed. The Central Plains area and Qilu were all under the influence of Poyue Pavilion. Poyue Pavilion, which has emerged in the world in four years, has basically completed its unification. Regardless of whether the sect is sincere or not, it always follows the leader of the sect.
"Although Jiannan is the territory of the Poison King Valley, it has not participated in the affairs of the world all year round, so it can be treated as a bystander. The remaining areas are Southern Xinjiang and Mobei. I think these two places are sparsely populated and far behind others. It’s not an important place.”
It was raining heavily at dusk outside Lanling City, and a few thunders always exploded inadvertently. The glazed tiles of the seven-story Zhu Pavilion were washed by the heavy rain, and the red door glowed.
In the assembly hall, Shaocheng, who had taken up the post of deputy hall leader for the first time, was a little nervous. Shen Yuqing, who usually summarized and reported these matters, was no longer there. Zixiu, who was most familiar with this task, was seriously ill and bedridden again. He watched as the room in the assembly hall became more and more tense. There were only a few people, and the cabinet master finally selected him as his successor.
Yes, how many people are there who have followed the Pavilion Master in military uniform and iron horse until now?
When Poyue Pavilion finally unified the world and was at the height of its power, the elders who had made great contributions to this foundation had left one after another, and the already deserted Zhu Pavilion became even more desolate.
"Southern Xinjiang, Mobei don't need to be considered for now, Poison King Valley..." The expressionless and solemn man behind the desk frowned slightly, and his eyes fell to the side of the man who looked depressed but could not tell his age, "Xantong, Mr. Gusu Is there any news over there?"
"Not yet. The kid in the Gusu Painting Box said that he has traveled all over the world and is hard to find. He just left Lanling last month. He doesn't know where he is at this time. He can only wait for a reply."
"Can't find the Twelve Branch?"
Xiao Qian shook his head. He was no less anxious than Wei Moyan. However, the fact is that Mr. Gusu has been wandering around the world all year round. How easy is it for ordinary people to find him?
Qiao Feixue, the leader of Tianshi Hall, has a golden voice and is well versed in classics. He also has the ability to remember ten lines at a glance. He can deal with complicated information in an orderly manner. However, he is far inferior to the expertise of Xianggong of Gusu. Who has the same surname as Xianggong of Gusu? No one knew about him, no one had even seen him, but he suddenly appeared in the arena one day and put up the slogan "A Thousand Gold Questions", claiming to know everything related to the arena and anyone who wants to get the answer. You can get what you want if you offer a thousand pieces of gold. However, although this man has a residence in Gusu Huaxiang near Lanling City, he has not been seen for many years. Those who want to find him can only leave questions and gold to the housekeeper. Boy, I will receive a reply within a month.
He only accepts gold, any silver or jewelry will be returned. He is a strange person and has eccentricities. It was also regarded as a martial arts legend for a while.
Wei Moyan originally didn't want to have contact with these mysterious people, but the poison that Xia Qingluan suffered was unusual. He had called in famous doctors for a month, but no one could tell him how to cure it, so he had no choice but to order Xiao Qian to die. I took my daughter to the painting studio in Gusu to get an answer.
The waiting time was so long and unbearable, but it was only a few days, but to him it felt like he had spent a thousand years.
Xia Qingluan had been asleep all the time. From Qilu to Lanling, from Kunyu Mountain to Poyue Pavilion, he never opened his eyes. Before that, he had never imagined that it would be so long to go to the Central Plains with Zixiu to seek medical treatment. Farewell, and whether she can wake up again is still an unknown mystery.
Coming out of the meeting hall, the silent figure went to Zixiu's room first.
"Mo Yan, is there any good news?" Zixiu knew he was coming when she heard the door open.
After returning from Kunyu Mountain, Shen Yuqing was missing among the people who went with her, but Hongxian was unconscious. Wei Moyan, who walked into her room with desolate eyes that day, was holding a green grass in his hand, with drops of blood splattered on it. In the dragon core fruit, this little thing almost turned the world upside down, but it only had a warming effect on her illness. In other words, what Shen Yuqing and Hongxian fought hard for was just a few more days for her to survive. .
This life is so heavy.
"Where's Hua Yu?" There was a hint of displeasure on his indifferent face. He didn't give Hua Yu any tasks, just to let her focus on taking care of Zi Xiu. Hua Yu could always give more than others.
"He went to cook the medicine." There was a slight smile on his cheeks that were gradually turning blood, and his grace remained intact. "Ye'er has been crying all day and it's rare to fall asleep."
There was a little warmth in the expressionless eyes, and his eyes fell quietly on the sleeping baby in Zi Xiu's arms. His fingers gently slid across the delicate little face. The little guy who was immersed in dream sucked his fingers and fell asleep sweetly.
He has never been in contact with children, especially this new life that has just come into the world and has not been contaminated with any dirt. He always feels that he cannot bear to touch it.
"Cheng Mansion still refuses to take him in?"
The purple-clothed woman's eyes darkened, and she nodded slightly: "Ye'er's appearance is completely different from Master Wuchen, I think..."
To put it bluntly, this child is the most despised bastard.
Yun Yirong's death was unexpected by Zi Xiu. Although she had vaguely felt that the woman who didn't like to talk was not as simple as she appeared. Wei Moyan also told her that Yun Yirong had given her a sudden onset of illness before. I can't always hate that bowl of snow clam soup, or because of her long-term care, I can't let go of the almost sisterly feeling.
The sins of the ancestors cannot be passed on to future generations. Cheng Xiaobai is dead. As a posthumous child, this child is pitiful enough. Now that he has no mother, Cheng Xianggong refuses to admit that he is a descendant of the Cheng family or the Xiao family. Zixiu feels dissatisfied. Luo Ren took the child back to Poyue Pavilion and took care of it as if it were his own.
He was born on the night when everything about Yun Yirong was revealed. God's will brought these unrelated people together to stage a love, hate, life and death, so Zi Xiu took it upon himself to name the child Nong Ye, in the hope that there would be no more Such a tragedy happened.
I don’t know whether it’s the medicinal effect of the dragon core fruit or the joy brought by staying up late at night. Zixiu’s health is getting better day by day. After experiencing a life-and-death separation that almost came true, the relationship between her and Wei Moyan has become closer, but it’s also... More clear.
The important people, the people he cherishes, are not the people he loves.
"Pavilion Master." As the door opened and closed, the white bamboo flute was playing softly on his waist, Hua Yu walked in with a medicine bowl, took the sleeping Nong Yecai from Zixiu's hand and handed the medicine bowl: "Drink it while it's hot. "
Only a man with poetic talent and deep silent love can take good care of her and give her stability throughout her life.
Wei Moyan nodded to Hua Yu, turned around and left quietly.
There is still no light in the room at the end of the fourth floor. It is getting dark and the rain is still falling. There is a loud thunder. The light that cuts through the sky always seems to have a touch of loneliness on the lowered eyebrows. It is black and quiet. The corner of the clothes Extension.
When I opened the door, it was so quiet that it seemed like there was no life.
"There have been thunderstorms these past few days. Fortunately, you still slept peacefully." He said to himself in a bitter voice. He closed the door and sat beside the bed, not even bothering to light the candle. The woman in the picturesque white clothes on the bed had a painful face.
Both hands were clenched tightly into fists, and the trembling eyelids silently told the horror of the dream, helplessness, and no one could help.
Like many nights in the past, he held her thin body tightly in his arms, waiting for the poison of the ghost and the nightmare to come to Xia Qingluan. At that time, she was defenseless, and the warmth in his arms
He didn't know if it could give her a sense of security in her nightmare.
If he could, he would love to enter the nightmare that would haunt her all the time and hold her tightly in his arms to resist all harm.
When night comes, it rains and the wind blows violently.