There was a hard and cool touch under my body. After enduring the pain of the scorching sun on the desert, I was so greedy that I didn't want to leave this coolness again.
She was not quite conscious yet, but the cold and moist strands on the tip of her tongue were very clear. In the hazy state, Xia Qingluan reached out to touch the water dripping into her mouth, but she touched a hand that did not belong to her.
She suddenly opened her eyes, and what she saw first was the transparent water flowing from her slender fingers. The fingertips were hanging on her face. Drop by drop, it fell steadily between her lips. When she walked around the palm, what she saw was
He is a man whom he does not know. He has deep blue eyes, a straight nose, and a skin that is white from bone and blood. Although his hair is not tied up, it does not look messy at all. The light-colored hair hangs down on his flat waist and is slightly rolled up.
This person was not of the same race as her, but was very similar to another person in her memory.
But he was a stranger after all. Xia Qingluan's eyes tightened and she jumped up. The unprepared man was caught off guard, and all the water in his palms tumbled to the ground.
"Who are you?" Xia Qingluan said coldly, making the man smile suddenly while keeping a few feet away, holding Qingqing tightly under his sleeves, ready to go.
"You don't even know me, but I am very familiar with you."
Xia Qingluan did not ask further questions, but looked around. It seemed to be a huge stone room. The place where she was lying just now was a square couch made of polished stone. The man was sitting beside the couch, holding a green lotus leaf in one hand.
The other hand was suddenly hanging in the air, looking at her bottomless eyes. Her pupils were as bright as the sky, and they were so beautiful that it almost made people lose their soul.
This whole family must be so mysterious.
Her brows twitched lightly, and she looked directly at the man with a pale and gorgeous face: "Do you know my master?"
The first time I saw Xia Qingluan, I was sure that this man must be inextricably linked to his master, Yue Lao. The ghost genius Yue Lao who suddenly appeared in the world had a similar appearance to him, with blue eyes, yellow beard, and deep features.
, not as light and shallow as the people from Zhongzhou. Most importantly, before losing consciousness, I heard someone asking. If it was him, the tone was very similar to the master. How could it be possible to say that the two had nothing to do with each other.
"Sit down first." The man put down the lotus leaf in his hand without haste, picked up the half-hand-sized clay pot on the side and threw it to Xia Qingluan, "Apply this medicine, otherwise you will not be able to survive the poisonous insects here."
"answer my question."
The black robe moved slowly, and there was no hostility in his quiet eyes: "You are so stubborn. You should have been more obedient when you were a child."
The red Qing suddenly waved out, dancing with a coquettish red light, and the moves directly attacked the vital points of the man's body, leaving no trace of mercy at all.
If you don't say yes, then force him to speak.
Xia Qingluan made a quick move, but as if the man had a premonition, except for the first moment when his robe fell off due to his passion, it was difficult to touch him at all. The black robe fell silently, and the fine linen robe with strange patterns was snug.
Due to his slender figure, Xia Qingluan instantly became more certain that he must be related to his master.
She had seen those patterns once or twice. During the five years she was with her master, she would see her master dip her fingertips in ink to draw winding lines every day. There was no difference between the two.
Even though he was so sure, the man still refused to speak. The two figures were dancing in and out of the stone room, chasing and dodging in an orderly manner. This was not a scene of attack and attack. It looked like he was leaving no trace.
He carefully corrected Xia Qingluan's movements, just like he did when the master was around more than ten years ago.
"Tell me who you really are!"
Finally unable to bear it any longer, she frowned sharply.
Master...is a special existence to her.
During the five years of getting along with her, Master rarely talked to her. He spent most of the day drinking and looking up at the stars alone. He would only mention it to her when he was drunk and his mind was confused.
His mother, the most famous prostitute in the south of the Yangtze River, married the strange woman Ruan Qingyan, who married the military general Xiao Shouqiu and then committed suicide in the Jinluan Palace.
The taciturn and withdrawn master loved her mother deeply, so he looked at her with a strange look. It was unclear whether he loved or hated her.
If you like her, you love Wujiwu because of her very similar appearance to her mother; if you hate her, it's because her surname is Xiao and she is not the offspring of her master and her mother.
What kind of person is Master? People say that he is mysterious, can know destiny, and can control ghosts and gods. But in Xia Qingluan's eyes, he is just a poor man who is often drunk and loves a woman who has passed away and lingers around for the rest of his life.
It all paid into nothingness. But she didn’t know what kind of existence she was in those blue eyes. Why did the master take her away from the Poison King Valley? Why did he protect her from food and clothing and teach her the Five Elements technique and how to dance with strings?
Killing someone? Why, yet he treated her so coldly.
All the answers she wanted to know were wiped out with a handful of loess. After that, she traveled through the cold world, entered Shuangtian Village, became the second leader of the grass bandits, met Wei Moyan, and finally came here through various causes and effects, and met Wei Moyan.
In front of me is a mysterious man who has a close relationship with Master.
Seeing the eagerness in the clear eyes, the man no longer evaded, but lightly held the slender wrist that was swinging up the string with a gentle tone.
"Girl, you don't even remember me?"
In an instant, the sky was spinning and the earth was spinning. Xia Qingluan's face suddenly turned pale and she staggered back.
Girl, girl.
That was Master's exclusive name for her. No one else had ever called her that, and it was impossible for anyone to know.
"You seldom spoke when you were a child, but you were not as indifferent as you are now. I think you must have encountered a lot of things after we were separated."
"Impossible, the master is already dead..." There was no way to retreat. The slight pain caused by her back hitting the stone wall shocked Xia Qingluan. She clearly remembered that she had dug the ground with her own hands after her master passed away, till her fingers were bloody and bloody.
Bury the mysterious man who taught her how to kill and hate under the heavy soil.
However, why does the man in front of her know about things that only belong to her and her master, such as resurrection from the dead or soul reincarnation?
She never believed in the strange power and chaos.
"You don't have to panic, I didn't say I was Itu - Itu, that is your master's real name."
No one in the world knew the master's real name, not even her who was closest to him. The master had never mentioned it, and even if she asked, she could only get a long silence.
The heavy breath in her chest suddenly disappeared. Everything that happened after she woke up made her feel like she was in a cloud. Was such a mysterious encounter really not a dream?
In the rush and confusion, the man had already approached her and gently brushed away a strand of hair from her forehead. There was some kind of eagerness in his eyes: "I always pay attention to your star path, and I have been waiting for you here for a long time.
This is the beginning of a long period of anticipation.”
The familiar tone and wording are no different from those of Master.
"What on earth are you——"
"Mi Ye." A startled smile reached the bottom of his heart, "He is Yitu and I am Mi Ye."
Who is Itu and who is Miye? In the end, the doubts in her heart were still not solved.
"Tell me first where this is?" Xia Qingluan asked in a low voice after calming down.
"Where do you want to go?"
After hesitating for a moment, she couldn't think of a reason to hide it from him. Moreover, if there was no one to help her in the vast desert, she would definitely not be able to find the ancient city of Jingjue and the Dream Stone.
"I want to go to Jingjue Ancient City."
The smile as soft as soft water is even brighter: "Here is the essence."
"Why should I believe you? The ancient city of Jingjue has disappeared for thousands of years, and you are secretive about your identity. I have no reason to believe what you said."
Xia Qingluan's excessive vigilance was like a joke in Mi Ye's eyes and ears. He did not hide his identity, but he was in a hurry and didn't have time to elaborate.
"What if I say that Itu and I are both descendants of Jingjue?"