The mountains were misty at dusk, and the water vapor rising in the valley was dense. After a while, the dark clothes were stained with moisture. Wei Moyan stood quietly with his hands folded, and his eyes fell on a clump of dark blue iris flowers.
Wanqi Haoyue was a shadow in his heart after all. He didn't know anything about Xia Qingluan's past, but the man called him an extremely affectionate name as soon as he opened his mouth. From the first time they met outside the Poison King Valley, they were destined to become
opposition.
However, Xia Qingluan regards both of them as equally important. If Wanqi Haoyue is really eliminated, he is afraid that he will lose her trust again, and the gain will not be worth the loss.
In fact, Wei Moyan is very aware of how extreme his thoughts are, but he is obsessed with her and becomes a demon. He can keep her by his side no matter how much he cares about, and he will not hesitate to overturn the past no matter how much he has done. This is his persistence above others.
and stubbornness.
At the end of Asakusa Flower Road, there is a bamboo house monastery, with the faint fragrance of tea. When you step out of the door, the white gauze shakes off the frost, making it as clean as snow without a trace.
"I'll give it to you." The slightly thin figure casually pulled the yellowed paper umbrella by the door. When she opened it, Xia Qingluan heard the creaking sound of bamboo and wood.
This umbrella has been with him for more than ten years.
Hesitantly glanced at the man standing indifferently outside the garden, Xia Qingluan nodded without rejecting. She knew that they would never see each other again. From then on, they would live a long and fleeting life, but there would never be another person with eyes as bright as sparks of light.
But he called her Luan'er tenderly. Those years and days that passed by with the grace of time only belong to the little girl who will never grow up in the memory, instead of wandering between humans and demons to recruit people in the name of killing.
Disgusted red string.
People are born with eyes in order to see how desolate this world is, how desolate it is, how things change and people change in the passing of time, and the past is lost.
"You shouldn't have been involved in this turbulent conspiracy, so that you and I can still be the same as before..."
"I never regret saving you that day, even if I lost everything because of it." When approaching the world-shattering mysterious clothes, Wanqi Haoyue's voice did not hesitate at all, regardless of whether the person would hear it, "Luan'er, in this world
No one is sorry to anyone, and no one has betrayed anyone. Fireworks, dusk, snow, beautiful faces in the mirror, love is just like the floating clouds, there is no definite number. The only hope I have now is that Mr. Gusu can find the Hundred Bones Medical Immortal as soon as possible.
, heal Ming, and the rest is that I hope he can treat you unchanged and stay with you forever like he does today - if nothing happens to you, I will feel at ease."
Without the tie of the red string, he would be nothing more than the taciturn but gentle Mr. Ye Tan in the Poison King Valley for the rest of his life. However, when that silent face appeared in front of him again, he was destined to sink into the sea of evil in this life.
If you don't get it, let it go and regret it.
Farewell words are not suitable for them. They have wandered around the world and are accustomed to separation and separation.
Cars and horses were prepared outside the valley, with the ghostly figure of Xuan Tong standing by. Xia Qingluan did not want to be supported like a useless person and insisted on walking by herself. However, Wei Moyan did not protest, letting go of his weak waist and holding her cold hand.
No matter what, she must ensure that she will never leave again.
There are thousands of layers of clouds and thousands of mountains, the road is far away and the water is far away, and we will never see each other again.
"Pavilion Master Wei." When he walked to the carriage, an elegant figure holding an umbrella in the absence of rain could be seen in the distance at the mouth of the valley. Wei Moyan turned around without any expression, but his face was as delicate as a carved moon.
Equally calm: "Don't doubt, don't give up."
From then on, the person I had thought about for many years was entrusted to him to protect him.
"But if Poyue Pavilion is still the master of the martial arts, he will never disturb Jiannan's peace." He is already the leader of the alliance, and this sentence weighs more than a thousand pounds.
He turned around and boarded the car together holding hands that he would never let go.
"As I swore before, Wanqi Haoyue will never step out of the Poison King Valley again."
He whispered with a low eyebrow, probably only Xianggong Gusu, who was preparing his horse sadly not far away, could hear him, and he didn't know who he was talking to.
This is the only place left in the world for him to belong to. From now on, no matter the wind or rain, no one can disturb the tranquility and tranquility of this place. No matter whether the young man in black can wake up or not, next to the ice coffin and in the lush forest, there is no other night in the world.
The young master.
A few light coughs were echoed by the wide open valley, and there seemed to be a reaction in the carriage traveling far away. The elegant woman in white couldn't help but lift the window curtain and look back.
At the mouth of the valley, the moonlit gown was tossed and turned by the breeze. It was so peaceful and beautiful, and the yellowed oil-paper umbrella was held tightly in the hand and turned away indifferently, never to be seen again.
After parting with Yiyi, he coughed till he was unconscious in the rain. The sobbing girl in his arms held an umbrella and stood on tiptoes above his head, her little face flushed with exhaustion.
Taking the umbrella, the young man forced a smile and said, as long as Xiao Luan'er doesn't cry, my brother will stop coughing.
And she really believed that sentence, and from then on she faced hardships and dangers of life and death, gritting her teeth and refusing to shed a single tear.
After many, many years, I can't find it again. As time goes by, I hear the world grow old. It is treasured like that yellowed old umbrella, but I can't remember its former color.
"Brother Yue."
However, he didn't say anything out loud in the end, only thinking silently in his heart.
The relationship lasted for more than ten years, the relationship disappeared in an instant, and the relationship ended.
——————————————————————————The mist is thousands of miles away, thousands of mountains are carrying water, the mountain flowers are gorgeous, and hundreds of birds are chirping.
It has been nearly a month since he returned to Lanling, and it has been nearly a hundred days since she opened her eyes to see the hustle and bustle again. No one mentioned her lovesickness here, it was just a dream, a journey.
Leaning on the railing and looking far away, the rich autumn colors begin to invade the bright red and green. Occasionally, a few dead leaves fall to the ground, making a crisp crunching sound under the feet of busy people.
The aroma of wine had not emitted from the seven-story pavilion rising from the ground for an unknown period of time. At this time, the overflowing rich alcohol attracted several drunkards in the pavilion to greedily close their eyes and take a deep sniff, and almost stepped into the forbidden area in a daze.
"What are you thinking about? Walking around."
A soft drink interrupted the two wine bugs who were walking upstairs following the aroma of wine. The ghostly figure knocked on the handrail and made a hollow sound. The two Poyue Pavilion disciples left with red faces and lowered their heads in a hurry.
"Where did you get the wine again? Lanling City has never tasted so good."
The woman in pansy was passing by holding up the hem of her skirt. She heard him talking to himself, shaking his head and smiling: "It's wine, but it's not. It's fragrant but not intoxicating. Even if you drink a thousand cups, your face will turn red at most."
"Master of Purple Sleeve Hall."
"Is the Master of Hongxian Hall upstairs?"
Ghost Shadow nodded: "I followed the Pavilion Master up there early in the morning. The Pavilion Master said he had important matters to discuss and no outsiders were allowed to disturb him."
What words to say to her are not important? I have been back for so many days, and I haven’t said enough after months of accumulation, and I don’t even think about how her body can bear it.
Zi Xiu waved her hand to signal the ghost shadow to be silent. She paid more attention to her steps, and there was no sound at all when she stepped onto the stairs. The ghost shadow would not stop her. These two women were the only ones in Poyue Pavilion, no matter which one they were.
The Lord is an extremely important person, and no one can offend anyone if he goes too far.
The fifth floor of Poyue Pavilion is Wei Moyan's residence. On weekdays, only a few hall masters and summoned disciples are not allowed to enter. Apart from Zixiu, the person who comes here the most is naturally Xia Qingluan.
After listening carefully, there was no sound of any conversation. I could only hear the faint rhythm of the ivory chopsticks hitting the snow-green glass bottle, which was a tune I had never heard before.
He wanted to take a look and then leave, but no matter how soft his footsteps were, he still startled the man in front of the table with his forehead on his head. He frowned for a moment and immediately thought of who the visitor was: "It just so happens that you are here, otherwise it would be another person."
I drink alone."
"After so many years of self-examination, is it still just a few days away?" Zixiu no longer hid, relaxed and smiled gracefully, "How can there be any reason to force someone who has just recovered from a serious illness to drink?"
The man in black clothes had a long-lost smile, the breeze was flowing, and he was calm. There was no trace that a few days ago he was the Shura King who laid down his hands to kill. The woman opposite her was frowning and her thin lips were pursed. Her green hair was flowing in the wind.
In the middle, white clothes are better than snow.
In this way, it would be great if we could remain unchanged until death.