The sky gradually darkens, and the temperature in the valley becomes colder with the arrival of night. Jiannan is humid and has less sunny days, and the nights are even colder than Jiangnan.
The skin of the woman in his arms was feeling cold. Wei Moyan tried his best to cover it with clothes, but it could not block the damp and cold air everywhere. She would definitely catch the cold after spending a night in the open air here.
There is no time to waste.
There was a trace of anxiety in the indifferent eyes. He picked up a stone the size of a chess piece on the ground, held it between his fingers and suddenly popped it out. The sound broke through the air like a broken string. The unsuspecting young man in black stared at him. His unconscious left leg couldn't help but bend, and his cold figure appeared.
Kneel down on one knee.
For a moment, the astute Shaocheng took the first step and put the blade of Senliang's sword on his neck. The confrontation was instantly broken by a small stone.
It's just a snap of the fingers, life and death are just a matter of thoughts.
The ghostly black figure was still struggling, and suddenly there was a heat on his shoulders, and a warm and soft palm touched him lightly.
"Gah, forget it."
Originally, he had no intention of continuing the confrontation.
The quiet and dustless slender figure walked towards the dark formation. No one stopped him wherever he passed. Mr. Ye Tan, who was not very good at martial arts, wanted to kill people and never cared about distance.
Stopping next to a towering ancient tree, with only a small child allowed to pass between the closely adjacent tree trunks, Wanqi Haoyue pondered for a moment, and said in a calm and calm tone: "This array must have been left by Senior Yue, except for Luan'er.
People can understand, but even I can’t do anything about it.”
"There is always a way to get out of the world. You only need to think about how to exorcise her poison." The indifferent master of Poyue Pavilion did not appreciate it. Facing Young Master Ye Tan, who also had extraordinary resourcefulness, he could not speculate like ordinary people.
He could easily guess her thoughts, but he knew that Wanqi Haoyue would not hurt her. Like him, Xia Qingluan was someone they could never hurt again.
"It's too late tonight. Sir, please use the fire to keep warm. There are still some unused clothes and bedding in the valley. Don't let her catch a cold."
The completely different attitude before and after made Xuan Tong Guiying and others confused. Wan Qi Haoyue should hate the Pavilion Master. It is reasonable to try to die together like just now. Why did the two suddenly lose their hostility?
People are actually talking to He Qiqi? People's hearts are sinister. Could it be that they are planning some trap to overturn the losing situation in one fell swoop?
In the eyes of everyone in Poyue Pavilion, the person who should be the most surprised did not move at all. The pale boy in black who pressed the wound just snorted coldly and twisted his stubborn head to the side.
All the while watching silently, no one understands Wanqi Haoyue better than Gong.
If he were alive, he would naturally give up everything to save Hongxian. Without his family and master, she would be the only one left with a little color in his life, and he would be just a passerby who would fade sooner or later.
He was so infatuated but could not get any reward. He was obviously an unreachable figure like a god, so why was he willing to fall into the mortal world? The lonely time in the valley made him form a bad relationship with the only woman he had ever come into contact with. Perhaps it was due to Yue Lao's lovely pair of eyes.
The eyes that peer into the future must have seen it a long time ago, so they insisted on taking Hongxian away back then, but they didn't expect that time would turn around and the years would go by. The fate of these two people would still intersect, creating a fruitless and cruel love.
Walking gracefully, Wanqi Haoyue pushed away the sword and silently helped her up. For the first time, she experienced what it felt like to support others.
"If she is safe and sound, I won't touch Poison King Valley in the slightest." When leaving, an indifferent voice sounded behind her.
The Poison King is dead, and Wanqi Haoyue is an extremely important person in Xia Qingluan's heart. There are many reasons why Wei Moyan doesn't want to do anything that disgusts her anymore, and the most important thing at the moment is to get rid of Xia Qingluan.
He was poisoned, and if the time went on for too long, he was afraid that she would fall into a nightmare and never come back.
It's all for her, but with different emotions and abandonment.
Fortunately, it didn't rain that night. After burying the master in the moonlight, Wanqi Haoyue sat tiredly in the quiet courtyard, and the slightly pale young man in the shadow stood with his arms crossed.
"You can forget so much hate, why can't you forget Hongxian?"
"Maybe it's obsession." There was a light smile on the smooth face that complemented the moonlight. Ning He felt as if he had traveled through time and returned to the past where no one disturbed him. There was no red string, no fight in the world, and no entanglements in him.
with her.
How many people can escape from the six paths of reincarnation, greed, anger, and infatuation by purifying their minds?
"If the poison can be successfully detoxified, I will never see her again. This will be considered as atonement."
"what ever."
The inexplicable short conversation ended here. Many things did not need to be said, as both parties already understood.
After the thunderstorm, there was a dead calm. Some people died and others lived, but it was not a battle. The confrontation between Duwang Valley and Poyue Pavilion seemed not to exist. There were only towering rows of iron and wooden supports.
The sky rises, and there is silence.
"I don't believe he will sincerely save the Hongxian Hall Master." Shaocheng shook his head, and several Poyue Pavilion elites who were leaning outside the dark formation tree gathered around and sat around. The firelight illuminated their confused faces, "The murder of the Wanqi family
It has not been found out yet, and it is not counted for the time being. The Poison King is bent on causing harm and even takes his own life. How could his apprentice be so kind and take the initiative to save people? Who knows whether the antidote he gave is life-saving or life-threatening, and how calm he is?
, normal people simply can’t do it.”
"Master Wanqi is not a bad person." Xiao Qian couldn't help but interject, "He has always treated the young lady very well. If the Poison King hadn't blocked her, maybe he would have stepped in to save her."
Jiuhe glanced at the man whose age he could not tell, and the trace of redness in his clear eyes always made him uncomfortable: "You mean he was right to force Hongxian Hall Master to get married? Does it have nothing to do with him that the situation is like this?
Or are you saying that the Pavilion Master is not as good as the Hongxian Hall Master?"
"I..." Although he is old, Xiao Qian has always been honest and not good at talking. After being retorted, he didn't know what to say, so he could only sigh and look into the dark formation.
The firelight swayed, and the silent man was cold all over, with a chilling air that prevented him from getting close. His hanging hair reflected the night, covering the pale hands that were pressed against his face.
When he first met Wei Moyan, Xiao Qian, like most people, thought that he was a ruthless king. Deep in the mountains and rivers of southern Xinjiang, with ten miles of gorgeous seas, the gentleness he occasionally showed was always fleeting, and he never fell in love with Xia.
Luan stays longer.
Who would have thought that such a dragon among people who refuses to open his heart to anyone would have such an infatuated side.
"Pavilion Master, please eat something, it's been a day..."
"Where's the medicine?" His cold eyes fell into his eyes, so deep that it almost made people sink. Shaocheng didn't dare to say anything, and hurriedly handed over the heated medicine in the bamboo tube. The prison-like feeling made him feel extremely uncomfortable. It was obviously the pavilion.
The Lord is inside and He is outside, but I always feel like I am the one being imprisoned.
Yes, who can imprison that true dragon that leaps into the sky and is destined to fly?
"After Hongxian Hall Master wakes up, will he clear the Poison King Valley?"
Leng Su's figure was silent, and he tested the temperature of the Chinese medicine liquid in the bamboo tube. The bitter taste made Qing Qing frown. After thinking about it, he carefully fed it into the mouth of the sleeping woman in his arms.
He never knew the hardships she suffered.
When she wakes up, she needs to eat something light. She should not be exposed to wind and cold, and she should not move around in a short period of time. She must be a little stiff after sleeping for so long. Autumn is approaching, and the osmanthus should bloom outside Lanling City. It is better to stay in the pavilion.
If you go out for a walk and relax, you may be able to recover faster.
By the way, you must also remember to learn how to make wine. They say that you must learn to drink wine when going to the desert, otherwise you will not be able to appreciate the desolate taste of the sound of Hujia.
So she must wake up, otherwise, those promises and vows will become empty again.
"As long as she's okay, no one has to die - she doesn't like it."
After a long time, Jiuhe's question was finally answered.