The firelight is mute, tearing the sky apart one by one, and the thin sword hides its edge. Who is Mo Yi moving the world and shocking the world?
The Zhu Pavilion is as tall as the clouds, looking at each other coldly through the rain. The fragrance of wine is warm and gentle, and the person silently pondering beside the railing seems to have been familiar before.
Qingluan, marry me.
The face he couldn't see clearly, the voice he heard was unreal, it was him but it wasn't him. He stretched out his hand to catch the person who turned around neatly, and suddenly, the red patterns on his black clothes transformed into thousands of Gu insects, and came ferociously.
A shrill scream in the night shook the sleeping geese away. They scattered in all directions, and a few mourning feathers fell down.
"Qing Luan?" In the room where the candlelight had not been extinguished all night, the man who had slept in his clothes for only a moment quickly stood up. His brows were more confused than the nightmare-ridden woman in white. She was right next to her, but she still hugged her tightly.
Confirm her existence.
In the past month or so, he rarely slept until dawn. Even if Xia Qingluan was not haunted by nightmares and cried out, he would still worry about getting up every half an hour to take a look, or simply fall asleep in his arms.
People who have never had nightmares will not understand how terrifying those unpredictable illusions are, but her clenched fists and pale face are enough to make Wei Moyan's heart ache. Isn't the torture of thunderstorm nights enough? Why let her
Caught in a state of panic and helplessness with no way out? He wanted to reach out and hold her, but he couldn't even find the door to enter the dream.
Cold sweat dripped down her beautiful face. After surviving another nightmare, she gradually regained her composure. However, the person who was awakened could not return to sleep no matter what she said.
I got out of bed and walked to the door. The old wooden door creaked and opened. The sky was slightly bright outside, but it was not completely free from the entanglement of the night. It was a new day again, and the bright moon had not yet appeared, and the sun at Taniguchi the day before yesterday
After Ma Ming passed, I saw only empty carriages, but I didn’t know where the people who came had gone.
After all, it is not the familiar Poyue Pavilion. Although the group has strong power and suppressed the landowners here, they are completely unable to figure out the terrain and paths in the Poison King Valley. The eccentric Poison King even layouts the valley with originality. Many roads are hidden in the forest.
You can only see it when you get closer. The people who broke into the valley probably hid from their eyes and ears through those hidden paths.
Calmness and patience, the two qualities that he relied on as the leader of the martial arts alliance, were slowly being exhausted. Early in the morning, he actually relied on wine to relieve his worries.
I don’t know whether it was because she had been immersed for too long or because she was not used to living in a strange place. Xia Qingluan, who had been fighting nightmares, was particularly restless tonight. Not long after the call came out a moment ago, she was followed by trembling violently. She was as strong as
She also couldn't bear the terrifying illusions. The most terrifying thing was not the threat of death, but the fear born from her heart.
He sat back on the bed and hugged the trembling body again. Gradually, the breathing in his arms returned to calmness, and after a while he fell back into a peaceful sleep.
The desolate lips were stained with fatigue and fell on his forehead. In Wei Moyan's heart, she was already his wife. She had never shied away from sharing the same bed and sleeping together. The disciples in Poyue Pavilion were not surprised either. They had long regarded the hall master Hongxian as irreplaceable.
The heroine of Zhu Pavilion is a clear phoenix beside a dragon.
There was a big wedding banquet in Wanqi's family in Jiannan. Who in the world didn't know that Wei Moyan, the leader of the martial arts alliance, was madly in love with Hongxian, Yue Lao's only disciple? As for whether it was true love or fake love, he could only ask himself. After all, Hongxian, the number one killer, had a special status.
, possessing a mysterious secret can be regarded as a prey that everyone covets - regardless of appearance or value.
There were footsteps coming from outside the house. They were neither fast nor slow, light but definitely not lacking in internal skills. Once you heard them, you knew they were not the people from Poyue Pavilion.
"Is Leader Wei here?" The voice, as clear as pearls falling on a jade plate, contained a hint of a smile, and the tone was frivolous but without any unpleasant feeling.
It turned out to be him. Lan Ling thought he would never have to see each other again, but he didn't expect to catch up here. Wei Moyan put down the sleeping woman and carefully tucked her into bed, opened the door and went out, then quickly closed it, with a cold look on her brows: "Mr. Gusu
Instead of waiting for the money to come to your door in your painting studio, do you want to block it here or have some other purpose?"
"Council Leader Wei is overly concerned. I came here just to meet an old friend, but I didn't want everyone to get together by chance."
"Who else?"
A faint smile appeared on the face that was more delicate than a woman's. She pretended to ignore Wei Moyan's question, and her eyes drifted towards the end of the long flower path behind her, intentionally or unintentionally.
If Xi Yingfeng is a sanctimonious and sinister villain, then Mr. Gusu is a treacherous fox who hides his sword in his smile. Everything he says sounds particularly nice, but there are traps everywhere. Xi Shaoyuan, who was hiding in the shadows, couldn't help but smile bitterly. Just now
The strange man he met seemed to be more willing to get close to Wei Moyan. He just wanted to avoid meeting him, but he fell into the charming man's little thoughts.
"We haven't seen each other for half a year, Pavilion Master Wei has not changed at all." The seven points of warmth and clearness and the third point of Luo Tuo's laziness are as before. It is not only the other party that remains unchanged, he himself also maintains his original appearance, even though there are many things growing in his heart.
Destruction is very different from what they used to be.
His dark eyes were watery and ruthless, and he ignored the kind greetings. Deep down in his heart, he had deep doubts about the sudden appearance of the two people.
Young Master Yulong, Xi Shaoyuan, Young Master Tianjue, Wei Moyan, Young Master Yetan, Wanqi Haoyue, except for the late Young Master Wuchen, Cheng Xiaobai, it is rare for the four young masters to gather together. The last time they were in the same place was in Jiannan, where Xia Qingluan wanted to get married.
At the wedding banquet, time flew by in the blink of an eye, the moon waxed and waned many times, one person was missing, countless grudges and disputes arose, and the mood was completely different.
Xi Shaoyuan is the young master of the Chonghua Sect. Even if he didn't know that Xi Yingfeng was in the Poyue Pavilion Water Prison, he would have guessed that his father was in the hands of the enemy. On the surface, Mr. Gusu was greedy and frivolous, but on the inside, he was secretive. Compared with his sanctimonious appearance,
Xi Yingfeng is even more elusive. Wei Moyan has no way of determining whether the appearance of these two people in the Poison King Valley is a helping hand, an obstacle, or just a bystander.
"Ah, by the way, Master Xi and I arrived two days ago. On the way into the valley, we happened to meet Mr. Wanqi and wandered with him for two days. I hope Alliance Leader Wei won't blame me for not coming to see him in time." Xianggong Gusu said with a look on his face.
Sorry, I downplayed the mystery of my two-day disappearance before being questioned.
His indifferent face suddenly turned cold: "Where is Wanqi Haoyueren?"
"I seem to be looking for something. I said I would come later. By the way, how is Miss Hongxian?" Xi Shaoyuan was more concerned about the people in the room than the entangled problems. After all, she was Cheng Xiaobai's sister.
He also knew the relationship between Wei Moyan and Hongxian, but Xianggong Gusu was not as cautious as Xi Shaoyuan. He casually lifted up his long sleeves and walked into the house. Before he could touch the door, the cold sword light followed the cold sword light without hesitation.
fall.
A place that even people in Poyue Pavilion cannot easily approach, an outsider actually wants to enter.
Wei Moyan only thought that he was hiding his secrets, but he didn't expect that Xianggong Gusu was really mediocre in martial arts. The sword was like a dragon flying straight to the chest. Although it was not unsheathed, it was still enough to seriously injure someone. Fortunately, Xi Shaoyuan took action in time to kill him.
The exaggerated figure pulled back to avoid it.
He was still in shock, but he understood how important Hongxian was in his heart.
"I have some medical knowledge, but I just want to see Miss Hongxian..."
Without even the most basic trust, wanting to get close to her was simply wishful thinking. Xi Shaoyuan secretly pulled Mr. Gusu, who was busy explaining, and shook his head lightly.
That man would go against all odds for Hong Xian, what else can't he do?
A rustling sound came from the end of the flower path behind him. The dark-white dress opposite to the dark clothes was calm, elegant and distant. It was not romantic but accidentally blocked the morning light. The facial features were also as delicate as a sculpture, but they were much more impressive than those of Mr. Gusu. Noble, pure and quiet, full of elegance that makes people dare not look at her.
"Step aside."
Ning is like the forest wind and the sound of nature, but every word is filled with ice.