Ten miles outside Lanling City, a seven-story pavilion rises from the ground, with red paint and blue tiles. The main pavilion has no name plaque, but no one in the world knows this place.
Poyue Pavilion.
This day is just after the Qingming Festival, Lanling City is immersed in drizzle inside and outside. The distant mountains are like black clouds and the pavilions are picturesque. The fifth floor of Poyue Pavilion is the best place to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Lanling.
If it hadn't been for the rain, I might have been in a better mood.
Xia Qingluan hates rain. It is continuous and difficult to stop, which only makes her irritated.
"What do you want from me?" The cold voice was filled with a hint of impatience.
She didn't like to be alone with Wei Moyan. Neither of them were good at talking. Most of the time they spent together was spent in silence, always feeling empty and meaningless.
Wei Moyan, who was dressed in black clothes, half-raised the wine cup, his eyes as blurry as fog: "I can't come to you if I have nothing to do? I have nothing to do today, so I just came to have a drink with you."
"Pavilion Master, I'm so excited, but I remember saying once that I don't drink." Yesterday's red gown turned into a quiet white gauze gown, but Xia Qingluan's indifferent expression remained the same, and there was no awe in her words.
It can be said.
She never knelt down to him like others, and even often called him by his first name, and he never blamed her, as if she was just an old friend or a stranger, not a subordinate.
"Qingluan, you have been in Poyue Pavilion for half a year, and you have fulfilled what I promised you. Why have you been reluctant to take over the position of deputy hall master?"
"There are so many experts in Poyue Pavilion, why should the Pavilion Master bother to focus on Qingluan."
Wei Moyan picked up the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp: "Because you are Yue Lao's only disciple."
Is that just because of that?
Xia Qingluan lowered her eyebrows, picked up the wine pot and filled the wine cup.
"The Pavilion Master often says that others are indestructible, so why not himself? He who knows the secrets wins the world. Could it be that even someone like the Pavilion Master who doesn't believe in destiny believes such silly rumors?"
"It is said that Yue Lao can know destiny, control ghosts and gods, and whoever obtains this 'mystery' can become the overlord of the world. But -" Wei Moyan paused, and his eyes as clear as water focused on Xia Qingluan's indifferent face:
"I think you are more important than the mystery."
Xia Qingluan remained silent.
It is said that the master hid the secret treasure "mystery", but before his death, the master did not use it or even mentioned it. In comparison, it was the five skills of planning and the mysterious way that he had learned, which had always given him the ability to defend himself and save his life.
, and now he is standing side by side with this legendary man in the lofty Poyue Pavilion.
"You and I are just using each other. Since everyone knows it, there is no need to say these words to please women."
To please women? Wei Moyan burst into laughter. When had the dignified Master of Poyue Pavilion ever tried to please women? It was always women who came to please him. In the whole world, she was probably the only one, Xia Qingluan, who could allow herself to be treated as a woman, and the others were nothing more than that.
They are all stupid dogs, at best they are just usable chess pieces.
In fact, when they first met half a year ago, they just regarded her as an ordinary existence, and her appearance was simply illusory to Wei Moyan.
"What are you laughing at?" Xia Qingluan frowned slightly. She couldn't figure out what this man was thinking. Sometimes he was filled with murderous intent, and sometimes as calm as still water. One moment, he transformed into Shura and continued to kill, but the next moment he might be smiling.
Lightly blooming, just like an ordinary person.
Wei Moyan leaned on the flower pillar and looked at the picturesque mountains and rivers in the distance.
"Do you still remember the first time we met half a year ago?"
"Of course I remember."
"Really..." Wei Moyan nodded slightly, his eyes still locked in the mist and rain, "In your eyes, what kind of existence did I have at that time?"
After thinking for a moment, Xia Qingluan spoke lightly.
"He's just someone who can help me get revenge."
On a snowy night in early winter half a year ago, she lost her second home in her life. Only despair and hatred remained in the blood-red mountains. At this moment, he came like a man from heaven, without even looking at her, but coldly
She said the only thing that could keep her alive.
"If you want revenge, come with me."
Maybe that was the last time she was vulnerable, the last time she shed tears, the last time she knelt in front of others in embarrassment.
She had wandered in the cold world for five years, traveling around the world with the agility and wisdom inherited from her master and the skills to defend herself. She had been injured and starved, and thought that there was no place for her in the world, and she was destined to be in this life.
Displaced.
Until, that place called Shuangtian Village.
She was only sixteen years old at that time, and Liang Tong, the head of Shuangtian Village, was twice as old as her. She imagined that the bandits were all rough and savage, but she never thought that Liang Tong was such a gentle and knowledgeable person. Not only did he not
She was brought back to the village as the wife of Yazhai, but instead he taught her martial arts and taught her about the world of the world until she became both civilized and martial, and the name of Xia Qingluan, the third master of Shuangtian Village, resounded throughout the Beiguan area.
For Liang Tong, she couldn't tell whether it was love or admiration. All she wanted to do was follow him, even though people said she had buried her unparalleled appearance in her prime.
However, life and death are destined, and no one will be spared.
The Chonghua Sect, which had a great reputation and was the best in the world, went so far as to massacre Shuangtian Village in the name of colluding with the evil cult. Among the 216 brothers in the village, except for the twelve people she took down the mountain to rob the official car that day,
They all fought to death. The people who had lived together for five years instantly turned into corpses with body parts scattered on the ground, but she couldn't even take revenge.
Therefore, when the so-called leader of the cult stood coldly in front of her, she didn't ask about her way of survival, but just looked at him steadily, with tears still on her face like the moon.
"As long as you help me take revenge, the mystery will be yours."
The first words she said to him were so shocking that he had to lower his head to study them carefully.
"Destroy the Chonghua Sect and kill Emperor Jingguang. Can you do it?"
He didn't answer, just like he often ignored her questions in the years of being together.
It's not that I couldn't answer the question, but I didn't expect it to be her.
Ruan Qingyan, a famous prostitute from Lanling whom I had met once when I was a child at the wedding banquet of my father's best friend, was gentle, quiet, beautiful, delicate and graceful, and she was unparalleled in beauty. The impression of that first glance is still fresh in my memory. Although the woman in front of me is slightly thin, the look between her eyebrows is still fresh.
Chaochen is quiet and elegant but is no different from Ruan Qingyan.
He didn't know at that time that just this sudden glimpse would lead to a lifelong struggle.
"Are you Xiao Qingluan?"
She was stunned for a moment, this title seemed a bit unfamiliar.
"My name is Xia Qingluan."
Wei Moyan gave a rare smile: "Whether it is Xiao or Xia, they are just a stubborn stone in the quagmire now. Poyue Pavilion does not care about the past, only about strength. If you are valuable, I will help you avenge you.
"
Destroying the Chonghua Sect and killing Emperor Jingguang was nothing more than that. At least half of this woman's revenge was the same as hers.
"You mentioned mysteries just now, who are you, Yue Lao?"
Xia Qingluan did not answer. He turned his right wrist slightly, and a cold light flashed in front of everyone's eyes.
"Longxian." Wei Moyan finally had some expression.