Chapter Thirteen: The Great Poison Can't Conquer People's Hearts
The Poison King is very old and rarely goes out since he lost his sight eight years ago. He sits in his room every day and concentrates on studying the remaining chess games he played with his best friend in the past.
A few years later, the once aloof and smart boy has become a master of poison who can stand alone. For the Poison King, there is nothing to worry about in this life. Probably the only regret is that he cannot break the chess game.
You will be laughed at by your old friends even under the circumstances.
The road under my feet became more and more familiar as I walked, and the faded memories revived in every inch of my body, and the speed slowly became faster. Wanqi Haoyue cautiously supported him on the side, constantly speculating in his mind about what happened - if nothing happened
, Master would not suddenly leave the room and show such a bright expression, as if...as if he was about to break away from the shackles of the world and become an immortal.
"Haoyue, follow Gong and leave from the Guxi trail." Poison King suddenly said.
Wan Qi Haoyue took a deep breath. More than ten years had passed. This was the first time that his master had asked him to leave: "What happened?"
The Poison King did not answer, but took something out of his sleeve and spread it out in his palm. They were two marble balls that were broken from the middle. The middle was deeply sunken inward, as if something had been placed inside.
"The stone carving cage left by Senior Yue Lao?" The delicate face looked more and more surprised. Back then, Yue Lao gave the master a stone carving cage containing a rolling ball in gratitude for saving Luan'er. Although the carving was not very exquisite and detailed, it was ingeniously crafted.
, among which the ingenious mechanism is breathtaking. However, Wanqi Haoyue has never been clear about its function, so the master kept silent on the matter and avoided talking about it. He was of a light temper and did not ask too much. Now that I think about it, I am afraid that this stone cage is also a moon.
It's something I left behind because I knew my fate a long time ago.
Poison King nodded, his face calm and unchanging: "Back then, I asked the old guy to give me a divination, but he didn't say what the result was, leaving me alone with this stone cage. He said, wait for these two
On the day when the stone ball falls out of the carved cage, don’t think about anything else and leave the Poison King Valley immediately.”
"What does that mean..."
"It doesn't mean anything. Maybe the old guy is cheating on me randomly, or maybe it's really the end of the day." The body that has been stooped for many years suddenly stretched out, but as you get older, you will inevitably become exhausted and physically weak, and you will no longer have the same physical fitness as before.
"I asked Gong to follow you back then to prevent this day. You are indifferent by nature and don't like disputes. You had no choice but to fight with Poyue Pavilion before. Now we are in troubled times. Whether it is fate or nothing is unknown. Haoyue, Master
I only have one wish, that is, you can avoid those turmoils and grievances and pass on the poison, so that my many years of hard work in the Poison King Valley will not be cut off, do you understand?"
After all, something still happened. Wanqi Haoyue didn't want to disobey his master's orders, but he couldn't escape alone. For him, fame and fortune were fleeting. Compared with the important people, he could even give up his life. However, the master knew
It was difficult to refute the logic. He had never been so hesitant before whether to leave or stay.
Before the decision was made, the mute servant guarding the entrance of the valley rushed over in a panic, with trembling gestures and expressions.
Outside the valley, there are people, many people.
Their beautiful brows were slightly furrowed, and their frail body was supporting the old man in his sixties. The two masters of the Poison King Valley remained silent.
Yue Lao knows that destiny is destined to control ghosts and gods, and everyone in the world knows it. His predictions are as accurate as a miracle. He said that the two stone balls should leave this place on the day they fall, which means that the Poison King Valley is doomed today.
The black figure walked quickly like a ghost, and there was a hint of murderous intent on the young and desolate face: "It's from Poyue Pavilion."
No one except Poyue Pavilion dared to attack Duwang Valley, and there was no reason to come here to provoke. Even though Hongxian and Wei Moyan made several promises and exchanges, those people could not be believed.
"Gang, take Haoyue away from the alley." The Poison King, who had white hair and beard, shook off the hand holding his only disciple, with a calm expression, "Since the old guy said that this is my fate, then I will bear it."
In front of the majestic mountain, at the mouth of a narrow valley, more than ten people and horses stood quietly.
There was a faint sound of cups clinking against each other in the carriage. The ink sleeves holding up the forehead by the window were cold and silent, making the surrounding wasteland even more deserted.
"Pavilion Master, someone is coming out."
His slender eyes were as calm as the breeze and flowing water, and his eyes were lazy on his handsome and clear face. He raised his glass to the aging and feeble figure at the mouth of the valley: "Senior Poison King personally came out of the valley to greet you. Wei Moyan is really unbearable."
"We haven't seen you for three years. Mr. Wei is still as handsome and unparalleled as ever, but I don't know why he came to visit you this time?"
When Poyue Pavilion was first built, Wei Moyan accepted Lu Hanhai's suggestion to come to fight for the influence of the Poison King Valley. Although he failed to win over his side, he still reached an agreement. No matter how he stirred up chaos and bloodshed, the Poison King Valley would never take the initiative to participate.
Among them, Poison King was half-lucky, hoping that the terrifying man who had become the leader of the martial arts alliance would not appear to bring disaster this time, but other than that, what reason did he have for coming?
"Senior, don't be nervous. I'm not here to ask for trouble." Wei Moyan was very clear about what the other party was thinking about. As long as the Poison King, who could detoxify the world's poisons, was willing to save Xia Qingluan, he would never do anything detrimental to the Poison King Valley.
Stepping off the carriage, the black figure approached the mouth of the valley with his hands behind his back, not caring whether there was an ambush around him: "I just want to ask Senior Poison King to save someone. If she is fine, the world will be peaceful; if something happens to her...
We need to find some people to accompany her so that she won’t be alone on the road to hell.”
If she dies, then everyone who caused her to be like this will be buried with her.
Poison King caressed his snow beard and did not care about the threatening words. Instead, he smiled lightly and said: "Since ancient times, life and death have been determined by fate. Wealth and honor are in the sky. Luan Yatou is the old man's old friend's apprentice. She should have tried her best to help, but she helped the evildoer and acted against the will.
He has been blamed for countless murders. If the old man saves this life, he will be violating the laws of heaven and will be punished by heaven."
There is no one in the world except Hongxian Xia Qingluan who can make the man who holds half of the country in front of him come here to ask for the antidote. Although the Poison King lives in the valley all year round, the affairs of the martial arts world have never been heard of.
"Assisting the tyrants to do evil and doing things against the will?" Those two words hit Wei Moyan's back, and the Poison King sternly rejected his request. The Pavilion Master of Poyue Pavilion, who had already decided not to hesitate to kill in order to survive, gave a sneer that was so cold that it penetrated his bones.
"I committed the killing and the violence. She just fulfilled her promise in exchange for the opportunity to take revenge. What crime is she committing? If there really is a god, why don't you punish me? What you are afraid of is just absurd.
Just words."
Only he dared to say such shocking words. A chance meeting three years ago had already left a deep impression on Poison King. It was precisely because of his magnanimity that he could swallow mountains and rivers that impressed countless old people who had seen him, that he became Poison King.
The promise of never entering the rivers and lakes.
Now, it is this young man who has become the end predicted by his life prophecy.
"Master Wei, your father Wei Bugui is an upright and powerful hero, and Yue Lao is a noble hermit admired by everyone in the martial arts world. You and Luan Yatou are both descendants of famous families, but they are not the ones who have followed the path of Shura and are haunted by evil spirits.
, if you save her, I don’t know how many people will die under that gloomy string in the future. I have been with poison all my life, but I have never taken human lives in vain, let alone saved the villain by working as a tiger. You’d better stop thinking about it.
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"In other words, you won't save her?" His cold gaze passed by, and the king of the Du family, who had been beaten by the wind and waves in the world, couldn't help but shudder. Mo Yi moved slightly, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and in the gap of the dark clouds
The pale sunlight reflected the long shadow of the blade, which was terrifying every inch: "In exchange for her death, the lives of everyone in the Poison King Valley, are you ready?"