The reason why rivers and lakes become rivers and lakes is because there will be waves and waves if no one stirs up trouble, and there will never be peace.
The Chonghua Sect was disbanded, the Lijiao was destroyed, Poyue Pavilion unified the martial arts world, and the master of the pavilion, Wei Moyan, ascended to the throne of the martial arts alliance. Since then, he has stepped into the world and hidden in the world, unrivaled. The world that has been in turmoil for twenty years has finally come to an end.
At that time, people who had traveled among swords and shadows for many years said that it was a peaceful and prosperous age, but only those with unique foresight said that this was just another dormant chaos.
If the human heart suddenly falls from comfort to despair, it will be damaged.
The formidable Seven-story Zhuge Pavilion outside Lanling City has been dead for many days, and the red gauze curtains hanging inside and outside have not been removed, as if waiting for someone to continue the unfinished wedding.
The corners of the skirt are dusty, and the ground is filled with dead leaves and sadness. On the white-walled stone platform in front of the spacious attic, the dark figure is as quiet as a rock.
It was already the fourth day that he sat like that without saying a word.
The king who looks down on the world has been aloof and arrogant all his life. What kind of severe trauma will make him feel so heartbroken? Perhaps it is the feeling of annihilation that tears the world apart and obliterates the mortal world. His world has collapsed.
The woman in pansy has a cold feeling between her brows, and her robes are rolled up like fallen leaves like snow.
"Mo Yan..." He spoke in a low voice, and the man who stared at the cup seemed as if he hadn't heard.
Their hearts were as sharp as a knife, they were the same. He was heartbroken because he lost that pure beauty again, and she was heartbroken because she saw him trapped in a prison of sorrow and unable to break free.
Those who love can easily fall into delusion and demonic obstacles, but only when they are separated from the one they love can they be free from worries and in vain.
And the people living in Zhu Pavilion are only those crazy people who live only on love, who follow, love silently, can't ask for it, can't let it go, no one can break the love.
Empty wine bottles were lying all over the floor, and there were pieces of cups everywhere. Even if you didn't get drunk from a thousand cups, drinking like this would hurt your health. Zixiu didn't know how to persuade him, so he leaned over to pick up the mess on the low table and looked at it.
When I saw the wounds on his hands made by sharp porcelain pieces, I couldn't help but feel a pain in my heart. He seemed to have lost his mind like this. How was it different from the walking dead with red strings in the past?
"I believe she will come back, and you should believe it even more." Gently dusted off the dead yellow leaves on the ink-colored clothes, and the cracked fragments swirled and sank to the ground. Her beautiful eyebrows were gentle, and she stroked the back of Wei Moyan's hand.
The scabbed scar: "You only thought about her leaving for no reason, but have you ever thought about why she left? Hongxian is no less in love than you. If you are so self-destructive and disgusting, what will happen to her when she comes back?"
Pain?"
After being silent for many days, there was finally a hint of expression on that numb face, and he sneered: "No matter why, she finally left me. I said that I would protect her forever, and I will remove any obstacles and obstacles. She will never leave.
I didn’t give up. But she still left without leaving a single word.”
"With Master's attitude, how do you want her to respond? She would never do anything that would embarrass you, even if it means death, but you have to doubt her thoughts again and again. Mo Yan, you forgot
The quicksand in the palm of your hand? If you hold it too tightly, you will end up with nothing."
She also regarded him as her life, and she understood Hongxian's thoughts best. That woman who was not good at words but more stubborn than him must have left quietly for his own good.
The so-called love in their eyes is different. In Hongxian's view, if you love him deeply, you should seek his well-being. You would rather go to the ends of the earth and never see each other again, as long as he is safe, that is everything. But in Wei Moyan
It seems that only companionship in life and death is the outcome he wants. He seems to be the king of troubled times and has nothing but the person he loves deeply.
The world is sighing and desolate, who is to blame for each cause and effect? They are all mourning for each other.
"What if she never comes back? Do you want to sit here for the rest of your life, or simply commit suicide? How many people are watching you and waiting for you, do you want them to die of despair?"
Qi and blood surged instantly, and the heavy and feeble coughs came one after another. Zixiu didn't know how long she could hold on. The effect of the dragon core fruit could not withstand the change in her mentality. Hongxian risked his life to extend her life. It seemed that
It must be that God was particularly gracious and allowed her to resolve the knot between these two people.
The indifferent figure remained unmoved. He raised the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp, his eyes filled with frost and snow.
"She will definitely come back." The jade cup suddenly shattered between his fingers, leaving several wounds on the scarred hands, and the blood was full of blood. "I will find her even if I search every inch of the world, even if I only get the bones.
A hundred years later, she will still sleep in the same cave with me and we will be inseparable - this is what she promised me."
Mere obsession is so terrifying.
Zixiu had no doubts about what he said. Maybe soon a ridiculous order would be issued to dig the ground three feet deep and scoop out the entire river, just to find a trace of one person.
Forget it, just let him go, at least it's better than sitting here waiting to die.
"Shao Bi." He called out coldly, and the deputy head of Taiwei Hall, who had been waiting not far away, was immediately overjoyed and jumped in front of the two of them at an unimaginable speed.
The aura of the black figure suddenly changed. Before he could be surprised, the dragon among men returned with cold eyes.
"My subordinate is here." His body had already moved before his thoughts, and his eyes were so intense that they were almost fanatical. Shao Bi knelt down on one knee, staring at that proud figure as if he were looking up to a god.
"Instruct the Twelve Branches to investigate the affiliation of their respective forces. No one should be spared. If there is any information, please report it. In addition, you can go to the Gusu Painting Room and tell Mr. Gusu that if you want to enter the Poyue Pavilion, Qingluan will go within ten days.
Find out."
"Subordinates take orders!"
"Purple sleeves." The woman next to her was in a daze and didn't react for a moment. She didn't wake up until he called for the second time.
What he wanted to ask had already been guessed.
Although she gained very little, she still answered seriously and was more detailed than what he wanted to ask: "I have found the master, but I did not get any news about Hongxian. I only know that she met the master two nights before she left.
What she promised, maybe this is the real reason why she left."
Maybe she promised her grandfather not to see him again, maybe she had to leave due to pressure, or maybe her grandfather took her somewhere and hid her.
However, he knew that there would be no clues from his grandfather.
"Master also said..." There was a slight hesitation, and Zixiu didn't know whether he should say that sentence.
"But it doesn't matter - it won't be worse than the current result."
Deliberately lowering her voice, the woman in pansy had a dull look in her eyes: "Master said, if she doesn't come back after a month, then just forget about her."
One month was the longest time that Old Man Wuya had calculated that Xia Qingluan could endure in the midst of hardships. If it exceeded, it could only mean that she was no longer alive.
"Really..." Without any unexpected shock, Wei Moyan looked at the scars on his hands and said vaguely, "Yueying, I don't want to be an enemy of my grandfather."
But if Xia Qingluan really had trouble because of this, he wasn't sure he would call him grandfather again, or even...
I have never believed in the dangers of destiny, but now I hope more than anyone else that God will bless her in the long run and ensure that she is safe and sound before she goes to find her.