"Even if Poyue Pavilion has nowhere to settle, I will find a good home for you."
Poyue Pavilion, Lanling, these distant words should have no intersection with me. When did I start to get involved in the turbulent world?
"Is he there too?"
"Him?" A trace of doubt flashed in Xia Qingluan's eyes.
The door of the woodshed was pushed open again, and the person Yun Yirong had been waiting for for many days finally appeared again.
"Master!"
The appearance of Wei Moyan put a bright look on his tear-stained face, and Xia Qingluan finally understood that the "him" was actually Wei Moyan. After just a few encounters, another innocent woman fell into eternal doom.
"If you are willing, I can save a place for you in Poyue Pavilion." Wei Moyan's voice was emotionless and his eyes looked past Xia Qingluan.
Xia Qingluan looked up in surprise.
"There has never been a doctor in the cabinet, and the Yun family's art is second to none in Donghu. I don't think others will have any objections."
Yun Yirong stood in a daze. Does this mean that in the future, she can live with him day and night, and even the air she breathes will be the same? Will her name penetrate into his life, and she will share life and death with him like this woman?
"The world is dangerous, it's better to stay away from right and wrong and find a place to live..."
"No need." Yun Yirong interrupted Xia Qingluan's well-intentioned dissuasion, her delicate body but with a firm face: "Yirong is willing to join Poyue Pavilion and do his best for the affairs of the pavilion. Life and death are up to God.
Never regret it!"
Wei Moyan didn't expect this woman to be so determined, so he nodded slightly in surprise: "Okay, after arriving at Lanling, you will be assigned to Tianshi Hall and will be responsible for the treatment of injuries and illnesses of the children in the pavilion. If you need anything, just ask."
As soon as he entered the rivers and lakes, he felt like he was on a boat in the ocean. He could not reach the shore when he turned back, and he could not become a Buddha immediately. But if he was by his side, he would not be afraid even of the six reincarnations. Yun Yirong knew that this was the turning point of her destiny, and she
To become stronger and more powerful, until he can't live without himself.
Xia Qingluan felt uncomfortable with the scorching gaze. She didn't want anyone to follow in her footsteps and go into a hell of no return. How could a woman who was just infatuated with Wei Moyan escape? She had witnessed too many women fighting for
That man's unreachable figure was shattered into ashes, and now he has to watch Yun Yirong become the next victim?
I wanted to save her, but ended up harming her instead.
There was still a dim light outside the door, and in a short while the eight people would leave together. Wei Moyan and Xia Qingluan stood at opposite ends of the room, looking at each other intentionally or unintentionally, but their faces were equally cold.
"Sir, I haven't asked you yet how should I address you?" Yun Yirong's cheeks turned red and she lowered her head and whispered softly.
"Just call me the Pavilion Master."
Pavilion Master? In other words, he is the leader of Poyue Pavilion? Although Yun Yirong never asks about the affairs of the world, people in the medical center often mention Poyue Pavilion as an organization, and there are also some who are slightly afraid
That name, Wei Moyan.
It turns out that the person I love is actually a dragon among people who stands above all others.
"Go pack up and get ready to leave." Wei Moyan said calmly.
Yun Yirong said yes, cheered up, straightened her body, and walked out of the woodshed.
Xia Qingluan was about to go with her but was blocked. She was a little annoyed for a moment: "Do you have any other instructions, Master?"
Wei Moyan didn't say anything, but took out a brocade bag from his sleeve and handed it to Xia Qingluan. Xia Qingluan hesitated for a moment, then opened the brocade bag, and what was inside was a roll of long string.
The crimson string body is smooth and flexible, and the holding part is specially wrapped with red silk to prevent injury to the hand. It is spread out to more than nine feet, and the length is actually several feet longer than the dragon string. Xia Qingluan danced for a few times. It's heavy, and you can feel a biting cold air when you wave it. Such a perfect weapon must be expensive and extremely difficult to make, so you can't put it down for a while.
Seeing Xia Qingluan immersed in it, Wei Moyan just said: "I asked Hall Master Shen to extract the muscles and bones of the Sky Fox. I made this string in my free time these days. I don't know if you can use it smoothly."
Xia Qingluan's weapon, Dragon String, had collapsed during the Tianhu Sect. Wei Moyan knew that it was the only thing left by Yue Lao, and it was particularly important to her. If she hadn't risked her life to bind Tianhu, she wouldn't have known Now who is the final winner? Xia Qingluan, who is accustomed to using strings, no longer has a special weapon in his hands without the dragon string, but Wei Moyan spent several days and nights carefully crafting this long string.
"Why is the string body red?" Xia Qingluan was puzzled. All strings made of animal sinews should maintain their original color, so why is this string a coquettish red?
Wei Moyan pulled up the other end of the string and held it between her fingertips. The cold touch was like her breath.
"In addition to excellent forging techniques and materials, a magic weapon must also have special accessories. The string itself is extremely evil and needs strong Yang blood to be tempered and flexible. After thinking about it for a long time, I think it's better for me The blood is most suitable for making accessories, and I never thought it would be dyed this color."
Although Wei Moyan said it calmly, Xia Qingluan felt a wave of excitement in his heart: "You are crazy. You actually forged it with your own blood! It's just a weapon!"
"If you use it, it's worth it."
Xia Qingluan has nothing to say. This is how this person is. He always reminds you of his good qualities but keeps pouring cold water on you. You can't always tell how sincere he is. That's all. It's better to pretend that he has done nothing. Even though it happened, he was still the cold and arrogant Wei Moyan, and he was still the indifferent and stubborn Xia Qingluan.
There seemed to be something written on the red silk hanging at the end of the string. Xia Qingluan raised her hand curiously and looked at it carefully. It turned out to be two small characters in official script written in cinnabar mixed with gold lacquer.
Pure love.
"Chiqing? Name?"
Wei Moyan nodded, gently wrapped the long red string around his hand, and the end touched Xia Qingluan's fingers: "I wanted to polish it carefully before giving it to you, but I didn't want to say anything too impulsive yesterday, so I had to take it out in advance. Make you happy."
"How dare you, I can't bear it." Thinking of yesterday's quarrel, Xia Qingluan still felt chilled.
"Kill the emperor and conquer the world. You can take your revenge, and I can be my leader. We have been on the same road from the beginning. There is no one else in the world who is more suitable to accompany me on this journey." Wei Moyan sighed rarely. He spoke with a red Luan bird tattoo on his palm: "Qingluan, only to you, every word I say is serious. No matter the world, no matter the dynasty, as long as you are here, I will not lose to anyone." People. So, create a legend with me."
"Alliance leader..." A distant look flashed across his eyes.
It turns out that what he wants is the position of alliance leader. No wonder he attaches great importance to himself who is not outstanding in martial arts but carries the world's best secret. The more he wants to believe him, the less he dares to believe it.
Xia Qingluan was lost for a long time, and finally lowered her eyebrows and pulled back her wrist.
"impossible."
The three words "calm" were like a giant stone, hitting Wei Moyan's heart hard. He put down his higher self-esteem than anyone else and bowed his head to her, but what he got in exchange was such three words of determination.