"I told you that this wine won't be intoxicating, but she still refused to drink it." Wei Moyan stopped tapping and sounded helpless. When he looked at Zixiu, he still had a hint of complaint, "I have learned the recipe for a long time.
It’s all for nothing.”
When Zixiu went to the Central Plains to seek medical treatment, he met a winemaker and spent a lot of money to buy a mysterious recipe for a wine that would not cause him to get drunk and would never change his aroma. What he hoped for was that one day he could calm down and be with that person in person.
When there is no wind or rain, we sit drinking at the small table, watching the orioles and swallows chewing mud in front of the pavilion, and the blooming flowers in the distance.
Xia Qingluan pursed her lips and looked stubborn: "It's not a good thing. Drunk or not, it's all intestinal filth. Only bored people like you like to get drunk to pass the time."
Xia Qingluan really didn't dare to touch even a drop of wine. That time she drank a small cup of sake out of anger with him. As a result, she fell drunk on the spot and fell asleep for a whole day, which was a joke.
She almost missed something important, and from then on, alcohol was considered the same as forbidden substances in her mind.
Although each held their own truth and refused to give in, Zixiu could read something in their eyes that they had never seen before, and her smile became even brighter.
"I can't stop this matter. Good things depend on things and you decide for yourself. But don't drink too much. You will accept anyone who comes and you will never get drunk after a thousand cups. She should not get her hair dirty when she is recovering. Don't forget it in the moment of happiness.
"Zixiu reminded me gently, her graceful and magnanimous air somewhat covering up her sick appearance.
Although he could not find a miracle doctor to cure the serious illness, Xia Qingluan risked his life to snatch the dragon core grass from the Blood Prison Dragon Pond in Kunyu Mountain. Although it was not a miraculous medicine that could completely cure the disease, it made Zixiu mostly healed.
Shang Huayu took meticulous care of her and looked the same now as she did half a year ago, but her face was even more rosy.
"Okay, I just came up to take a look. I don't know if Nong Ye is awake and crying again. I'll go back first."
Wei Moyan waved his hand, and when the hem of his dark purple clothes disappeared behind the stairs, he filled up the wine again, sipping the sweet wine and closing his eyes slightly.
The past events seemed like nightmares, more painful and torturous than what Xia Qingluan had experienced. After all, she was immersed in illusions and frightened, but he had to stay outside the dream and watch her struggle and helplessly, but was powerless. In the end,
It's a severe rupture of the liver and intestines.
"Emperor Jingguang died of illness the day before yesterday. I can no longer avenge you."
Killing Emperor Jingguang and destroying the Chonghua Clan were the conditions he and she agreed upon for two years of working hand in hand. Now that the Chonghua Clan has broken up and Emperor Jingguang has died of illness, it seems that the agreement between the two has come to an end.
The plain white gauze clothes moved silently to her side, the red luan bird was reflected in the indifferent eyes, and the strong fragrance of wine slanted out from the jade pot and fell into the bottom of the glass cup, but everything was silent.
How long has it been since I poured him a glass of wine and stayed with him quietly? It seemed like we were far away, so far away that all the memories became blurry.
"After Xiao Bai left, I have long given up on the matter of revenge. However, this does not affect the agreement between you and me. Since the promise has been fulfilled, this life belongs to you."
"When can you stop being so sharp?" Wei Moyan frowned slightly. Wei Moyan didn't like her tone, as if staying with him was just in exchange for revenge rather than willingly. After two years of companionship, she cut off all options for him in bloodshed.
This allows him to move forward without any worries and swing his sword to destroy the world. The unreserved trust in each other is extremely weak outside of killing.
After ups and downs, separation and reunification, her cold indifference remains the same.
Sighing slightly, he was the one who regressed first.
He put down his wine cup and stood up to lean back, his indifferent flowery face falling into his eyes, complementing the sunlight falling behind him.
Raising his hand, he rolled up the black hair and clamped it between his fingers. The thick black hair and frosty white clothes exuded a unique aura. He lowered his head slightly and caught the scarred plain hand in his sleeve as he approached. A little force greatly shortened the distance between the two.
distance.
It was obvious that she was a little surprised. She subconsciously put her other hand on his chest but could not resist the force around his waist. She bit her lower lip and lowered her head.
"I don't want to wait any longer." The whisper was warm and lingering in my ears, "Marry me now."
"nonsense."
The weak struggle of the newly recovered person had no effect at all. He raised his eyebrows lightly, covered his back with long dark sleeves, pressed his thin body and got closer: "You promised, do you want to go back on it?"
Xia Qingluan was extremely embarrassed. She knew that he was deliberately teasing but had nothing to say to refute. After all, it had been a long time since the engagement was promised to him, and she really couldn't talk about it any longer. It's just...
It's just that I don't know how to speak.
The reddish cheeks have long fallen into Wei Moyan's eyes, which are like water and feel cool every time.
Zi Xiu's condition is getting better day by day, and there is nothing to worry about. He is afraid that if it continues, there will be complications. Only by letting the whole world know that Xia Qingluan is his can he rest assured.
"It's not enough to just stay behind me. Are you willing to be the heroine of Poyue Pavilion, and play swords, sing, drink and have fun with me from now on?"
"Even if you don't want to, how can you let me go?"
Qing Qian's smile became brighter, and the aura of divine presence that dared to compete with the sky made the sun and moon eclipse, and all things were without splendor: "Hand in hand, we will not let go in this life, even if there are ten afterlife, but write its name three times on the stone of three lives, as evidenced by the blue fall, Huangquan
Live up to it.”
The slender figure under the palm suddenly stopped struggling and felt soft against her chest.
"The emperor and heaven are the witnesses, life and death will follow you."
Flowers bloom and fall, origins and demise, swords are cold and swords are cold, thousands of mountains are covered with snow, walking through the world of mortals for three thousand wanderings, being obsessed with floating in the six paths of reincarnation, etc., are just this sentence.
With her sleeves raised and prosperous, she promised that she would be the matchmaker for the rest of her life, and the three inches of warmth in her arms would be her world for the rest of her life.
——————————————————————————————The alliance leader’s wedding is scheduled for ten days, but Wei Moyan has been even busier in the past few days.
You can actually see disciples hurriedly walking around being ordered around by the master of the pavilion.
Ten days later, it would be exactly two years since they met.
There was no one left in the underground prison for a long time, and the hanging thick iron chains were still stained with blood stains. Because the thousand-year-old ice water had been contaminated by poisonous insects, it could no longer be used. Now there was only an empty pool waiting in solitude.
In front of the Poyue Pavilion, there was a horribly emaciated old man, who was almost as skinny as a skeleton. He was hunched over, his eyes sunken into his sockets and numbly looking around. However, even the sunlight seemed so unfamiliar that he no longer recognized it. It had been three months.
, he suffered inhuman torture for three full months in the water prison of Poyue Pavilion. It was not his perseverance and tenacity that gave him the chance to survive, but the fact that the man did not allow him to die. Only by living could he suffer more retribution.
His skin was festered, his bones were visible in heavy areas, and his body was covered in a fishy stench that made people cover their noses and stay away. How could anyone still respect him as before and slavishly knelt down to call out the sect master?
After his reputation was ruined, the former leader of the group had changed his appearance and became the lowest of the lowly people.
Slowly turning sideways and raising his head, under the dazzling sunlight, you can see the black figure standing proudly on the second floor pavilion. The aura of a king is more precious than that of nature. He is the true pride of heaven and the dragon among men. He can be found by turning his hands and palms.
The world of martial arts is boundless.
"Xi Yingfeng, I won't kill you and I won't destroy your martial arts. The meridians have been connected to you. If he wants to make a comeback, I will still wait for your arrival on the Poyue Pavilion." There is no hint of coldness.
Emotionally, Mr. Tian Jue, who has firmly established himself as the leader of the martial arts alliance with his strength, is truly unparalleled in the world. He is unparalleled in his grace and splendor. "Xi Shaoyuan will exchange his life for you to survive for the rest of your life. If you want to squander this life early, you can continue to do evil.
I wouldn't mind killing you again."
With a few gurgling sounds in his dry throat, Xi Yingfeng turned around stiffly, almost rubbing against the ground as he moved forward. The scars under the shabby clothes he found at random were terrifying, but they were far less scary than the ashes in those empty eyes.