Chapter 16 Floating Life's Fate of Gathering and Scattering is Broken
The lush green bamboos outside Mianzhu Pass are very different from the gentle gentle rain and the delicate fragrance of tender grass in the south of the Yangtze River. The man with silky eyes wrapped in gorgeous silk hummed a little tune, tapping the window sill of the carriage one by one with his fingertips, looking far away
Looking into the misty vista.
"As expected of Mr. Xi from Gusu, Xi thought he had hidden his whereabouts quite well, but he didn't expect that he had already been exposed." The man sitting next to him smiled lazily, with a hint of cynicism in his elegance, "It's just that I'm curious. Where did you find me?"
Why? Xi Mou has no intention of coming to Jiannan."
The fair and slender hand of a woman was spread out, and inside was a bunch of round and juicy vermilion grass fruits, which aroused the appetite at a glance. Mr. Gusu took one of the berries and put it into his mouth. The sour and slightly sweet taste stimulated the tip of his tongue and aroused his appetite.
With a look of satisfaction on his face: "Have a try, I brought it here specially from Lanling. I always feel unaccustomed to being away from my hometown - if I said that I invited you to come to Jiannan for a leisurely trip, would Mr. Xi be angry?"
"Of course not. How can Xi Mou complain if I am so kind and grateful? But in comparison, I hope that Mr. Gusu can directly explain his intentions. It would be boring to mince words and cover up."
"Speak quickly, I won't pretend to be mysterious anymore." Xi Shui's bright eyes narrowed, and Mr. Gusu knew that if he wanted to use Shaoyuan's power to resolve the situation, he must let him know everything. What he knew was about Chonghua.
The entanglements and truths about the Gate, Poyue Pavilion, and Poison King Valley.
It was a long legendary story, so long that even the elegant Jade Dragon Master became silent after listening to it all.
It turns out that so many things happened after the Chonghua sect was disbanded. His father, who he cared about so much, not only did not repent, but intensified his efforts. He joined the evil cult and almost killed Hongxian. Now he was exposed and captured and imprisoned in the cold and cold Poyue Pavilion.
In the water prison.
What's so good about power? It's worth fighting for and bleeding all over the world. In the end, everyone ends up with a missing head or a worse life than death. Xi Shaoyuan no longer has any conflicts or expectations for his father, whom he has always looked up to since he was a child.
He knew very well that those who do injustice will be punished by death. His father's situation today was entirely his own fault.
"But he is my father after all."
"What?" The other party's voice was too low and soft, and Mr. Gusu didn't hear it clearly.
"Nothing." He returned to the carriage with a gentle and friendly smile, and Young Master Yulong, who was straddling the imperial court and Wulin and retreating at the same time, waved his hand, "I wonder what the purpose of telling these secrets is? Why do you want to go to Jiannan with me again?"
"
Rourou let out a soft sigh, and the owner of the Gusu painting room, who was quite feminine, lowered his eyes slightly: "Wei Moyan went to the Poison King Valley. This matter may have nothing to do with you, but I once met Mr. Ye Tan.
I'm impressed by his extraordinary appearance, and I don't want any misfortune to happen to either of them. Looking around, only you, Master Xi, can mediate it, not to mention that these causes and effects are all caused by Xi Sect Master's greed for power, father.
Debts must be borne by others, although they are a bit unkind, they are common sense."
"What can I do as an outsider..."
He casually pulled off a red fruit from his delicate palm and bit it lightly. The juice overflowed and it was extremely sour. The only sweetness was completely covered up, and the warm smile was also stained with a sour taste.
The road ahead is bleak. It would be ridiculous to follow a stranger to read a bizarre story and then commit oneself to it.
It seems that God does not want the miraculous stone array to be roasted by smoke and fire. The heavy rain that has been stifling for more than a day pours down, forming a river. The gray and white smoke from the moist vegetation curls up, but is completely wiped out by the ruthless rootless water.
Knock down.
"Gang, take Master in first." Wanqi Haoyue shook the hand of the young man behind him to show that he was fine, but his face was frighteningly pale. Wei Moyan came here in person, which was a big surprise to him, and what he didn't expect was that the man was not for
It was for Xia Qingluan, who had a lot to do with both of them, that he wanted to get rid of his old grudge.
"It doesn't matter if you go in or out, you child, you are too willful." The Poison King sighed, although it was meant to reproach, but it also contained an angry tone. The old man who had long seen through the world and lived in seclusion could never blame his beloved disciple.
"He is soft-hearted and has no regard for his own life."
"Gang..." Wanqi Haoyue was helpless. At this time, Gong was not slow to complain and complain to him. Even though his talent far beyond ordinary people had been stimulated, he was facing the leader of the martial arts alliance who had once killed hundreds of people with one blow.
He is calm and does not get emotional easily, even more so than him.
"Master, Pavilion Master Wei and I have something to say. You should go back to the valley to rest first -"
"If you still recognize me as your master, you will never save Hongxian!" The Poison King, who had always looked at the judge coldly, suddenly became angry. He saw that the disciple who grew up should not eat the fireworks of the world, but was moved by seven emotions and six desires. Over the years, he
It was the same way. If I had known that everything would change because of the down-and-out girl who was being hunted back then, it would be better to let her starve to death outside the valley.
"She is not the Luan girl you know, but a ruthless murderer. Such a woman must not have anything to do with the people of the Poison King Valley. Whether you want to be a descendant of the Poison King Valley or a sex-obsessed fool, you decide for yourself!"
"I have never been a noble person, nor a saint or sage. Master, you always say that you want to hide from the world and live in seclusion, so why do you insist on being aggressive towards her?"
A sense of sadness filled Wanqi Haoyue's heart. He did not expect his master to say such words. He thought that as long as he saved Xia Qingluan, Wei Moyan withdrew, and the Poison King Valley returned to calm, but the brave man standing deep in his memory
The timid little Luan'er can still continue to live in the world, even if we never see each other again, even if she is not with him but another man for her whole life.
"To save or not to save, you two masters and disciples will discuss it slowly." The cold-faced Poyue Pavilion Master looked at Taniguchi with an expressionless face, "I only give you one day, and I want the final result at noon tomorrow."
Save, the world is at peace.
If we don’t save him, the country will be stained with blood.
"Whatever you like, whatever you hate, will go with you." She lowered her head and whispered, almost whispering. The frowning woman in her arms gradually became calmer, as if the voice that made her most at ease was also transmitted to the terrible nightmare, for
She drives away nightmares.
The calmer he gets, the crazier he becomes. He doesn't care whose world collapses. If something happens to Xia Qingluan, then others should not be safe either. He once said that women are like cud dogs. Maybe at that time, he had a feeling in his heart that he would
I have fallen into a sea of misery for a certain woman, and today I finally understand what a self-deceiving statement that was.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the carriage was quiet and dark, with only the thunderstorm and wind roaring outside.
Poison King, Wan Qi Haoyue and others have returned to the valley, and everyone else is also looking for a place to escape the heavy rain. The desolate wasteland and gloomy sky are all alone. There is only one carriage standing suddenly and lonely.
Continuous rain clouds obscured the sun and moon, making it impossible to tell what time it was, and the figure that was as quiet as the night did not pay attention to the time or even moved for a long time, as if it had turned into a stone sculpture, until dusk passed and the thunder continued.
Thunderstorm night.
With a deep frown on his face, the sleeping woman in his arms became increasingly restless, and her trembling and struggling gradually became more intense.
Since Cheng Xiaobai died of suicide at the wedding banquet, Xia Qingluan's nightmares have occurred from time to time, sometimes even during ordinary sleep, let alone the thunderstorm night that scares her the most.
The figure that had been silent for a long time finally moved, but it hugged the person in its arms even more tightly, with a sluggish and absent-minded look that outsiders had never seen before.
"If he really refuses to save me, I will end it myself."
If you are tired of working, then let her sleep peacefully, and with your own hands, make an end to the separation, reunion, and separation of two people.