The setting sun was setting over the Purple Road, and the dusk rain was pouring. The red horse was running against the wind and rain without stopping for a moment. The woman with black hair and white clothes on her back did not hesitate at all, and the reins in her hands became tighter. The farmers who were running home at lightning speed attracted side glances.
.
She must be the most beautiful woman they have ever encountered in their lives. Her face is as beautiful as snow, her eyebrows are like paintings, and her face covered by white gauze is even more fascinating.
It's just that he is too cold and his eyes are ruthless.
How could these farmers who were not in the arena and heard the rain of blood know that the woman in white who had only met once in their memories and lives was enough to make the martial arts world go crazy?
The special existence of shock, and the unprecedented changes that followed are also inseparable from her.
Tomorrow was the big day. She was supposed to wear a red dress, trim her temples, put a touch of crimson lips like vermilion, put a hand in her hand to reflect the light, and join hands with that person in the eyes of millions of people, and we were like a phoenix.
This journey may last forever, or it may last forever.
The sudden rain hit her cheeks slightly painfully, but she still showed no expression, her eyes only saw the road ahead and the rapidly receding scenery.
Go and come back as soon as possible. If you can get him not to doubt, then it will just postpone the wedding date some more.
Xia Qingluan didn't know if her choice was correct. Old Man Wuya didn't allow her to inform Wei Moyan, and no one else was allowed to say a word. If Wei Moyan was still willing to marry her after she successfully obtained the Dream Stone and returned, then this was the last obstacle.
It was considered a voluntary withdrawal.
Of course, she also knew that this trip was difficult and dangerous, otherwise he would never give up on the possibility of repairing Mo Heng's sword. After all, it was a heirloom of the Wei family, and it was so important that she even doubted whether Mo Heng would save her.
Value is not worth it.
It had been a long time since she had been alone on the road like this. Xia Qingluan always turned her head subconsciously, thinking that the black figure that suddenly struck her by the side was still cold and then peaceful. However, she only felt a little disappointed every time.
Having stayed side by side with him for two years, even that breath has become a habit.
Looking through the rain curtain to the far north, there are thousands of mountains and thousands of water flows. I don't know where I am looking for, what I am looking for, or even the specific location. Everything is unknown.
Jingjue, that mysterious country that was legendary or had miracles, was rich and prosperous and also had fine wines and beauties, but it suddenly disappeared thousands of years ago, leaving only a vast desert and a vast sky.
When Master is awake, he occasionally mentions that there is neither the human world nor hell, but an eternal land, a place of eternity, with beauty that cannot be seen in the world, and evil that mortals cannot imagine, as if he is very familiar with it.
Who knew, Master is an extremely mysterious figure.
The Strange Dream Stone is more specific. A hundred years ago, a swordsmith who was said to be unique once said that there are countless materials that can be used to make swords in the world, and among them there are three divine objects, the last one being Millennium Black Iron.
The sword is indestructible and extremely sharp, and the blade will not be stained by blood; it is made of black gold iron marrow. After forging the sword, the sword body is dark and dim, but it is strong enough to withstand huge impacts without breaking. Its sharpness is better than that made from thousand-year-old black iron.
There is nothing less than this; the top is the Strange Dream Stone. The body of the stone is like jade, and the whole body is almost transparent. If anyone looks closely at the texture, they will be fascinated by the divinely painted patterns. The sword made of the Strange Dream Stone is also a ghost sword.
, instead of being stained with any drop of blood, it is sucked into the sword body, and the absorbed soul becomes part of the sword. Over time, the transparent sword will turn into a red and black sword with complex and beautiful patterns but full of violence and resentment.
In the past, the Shaking Cold Sword held by Xi Shaoyuan was made of black gold iron marrow, while the broken Mo Heng Sword was made of the latest thousand-year black iron.
Mo Heng's sword was broken to save her. Due to emotions and reasons, it was not an exaggeration for her to look for the Dream Stone to renew the sword. However, time was too urgent, and she even had to give up her marriage.
Old Man Wuya's meaning was very clear. He asked Xia Qingluan to go look for the Yimeng Stone to test her loyalty and see how far she could go for Wei Moyan. Asking her to leave before the wedding and not tell outsiders was to test Wei Moyan.
If two people are suspicious of her letter, then even if they are obsessed with each other for three thousand years, they will eventually become enemies. It is better to break up the relationship as soon as possible.
In the eyes of an old man who has seen all the love and hate in the world, long-term pain is always worse than short-term pain, not to mention that this matter is closely related to the only descendant.
The sound of hoofbeats became louder and louder, and in the heavy wind and rain, water began to form in rows, cutting continuously.
Although her body has not recovered yet, she cannot delay her trip to Mobei for even a moment. The longer she waits, the less sure she will be able to go back to that day and night where she will be warm, peaceful and peaceful.
It's just that Xia Qingluan doesn't know destiny like her master Yue Lao. If she can't see the future, the people she meets will be a fate that changes her and Wei Moyan's lives. If they had known that they would be heartbroken, it would be better to forget each other.
I passed by the gentle towns in the south of the Yangtze River, passed by the meandering streams and verdant green areas, passed by the bustling ancient streets causing trouble, and passed by the sounds of gossip.
"Could it be that the leader of the Wei alliance, Tiansha Lone Star, is destined to be single all his life? He has already posted twice about his intention to get married, but who would have thought that the second time would still be empty talk."
"There was no reason to postpone the wedding, but this time there was only a groom and no wife. People present said that Wei's face was as cold as death. I don't know what kind of person Hongxian is. He dared to neglect his wife.
He broke the engagement with the leader of the martial arts alliance and just taught the brothers in the martial arts world to watch the fun."
"Poyue Pavilion is not attractive to people, but how many people are happy behind the scenes? It is said that Hongxian, the master of Taiwei Hall, is the daughter of Ruan Qingyan, the most famous prostitute in Jiangnan more than 20 years ago. She has been in Yue since she was a child.
She was taught by an old man, and then fell into the trap of a bandit. She was not a serious woman. Last year, when she was visiting Young Master Ye Tan of the Wanqi family in Jiannan, Leader Wei even came to the house and made a big fuss, forcing Young Master Wu Chen to death.
He said that even the Poison King Valley was affected. Mr. Ye Tan never left the valley again and was completely isolated from the world. This kind of woman would be the fate of Kefu wherever she was placed. I think if Wei Moyan married her, he would definitely survive.
It won’t be long.”
"You are a dragon among men. How can we little bugs compare to me? Holding the purple sleeves of a prostitute in one hand, and holding the red string with mysteries in the other hand, if it were me, I would die in peace even after enjoying all the happiness."
Dirty, disgusting.
The sky was filled with blazing red light, and the coquettish strings spit out the tongue of death and swept away several people's lives in an instant. Before it was too late, the expressions of shock and fear were condensed on the pale heads, which were abandoned indifferently among the desolate grass.
No one is allowed to mention Xiao Bai in front of her, no one is allowed to insult Zixiu in front of her, and no one is allowed to call him by his name.
"Now that you have entered my Poyue Pavilion, Hongxian will be your name from now on - I am the only one who can call you Xia Qingluan."
That year, there was snow in his eyes, calm and indifferent, but he coldly and arrogantly announced that she belonged to this world. How many people had touched the forbidden ground because of calling her name, and they died without knowing why.
Unsociable, unruly, bloodthirsty, cold-blooded.
Peaceful, elegant, luxurious and quiet.
Wei Moyan was different in front of her, but he was equally stubborn and would not hesitate to destroy everything in the world for her.
Now, she finally understood that feeling, and she would never allow anyone to insult him in the slightest, even if he just called his name contemptuously. Anyone who violated this rule would enter the realm of annihilation and would never be able to die again.
Silently looking back at the journey of thousands of miles, at the starting point, would he be standing on the seventh-floor attic, drinking wine and waiting for her to return, or would he have broken his heart but miss her and erase her name from his life?
Acacia grass is everywhere, lovesickness is everywhere.
I mounted my horse again and rode quickly. My white clothes were floating far away from the old city. I couldn't see the frost or dew, and I couldn't see you.