Chapter 3 The dream of wearing a skirt is intermittently coping with difficulties
The wind blows sharply in Lanling in March, the spring leeks have not yet appeared but the oil flowers have begun to appear, and the bleak season has finally come to an end.
Urgent reports came in from all over, and there were movements in sects in Hedong, Lingnan, and Jingchu. The Yinghua Villa in the middle of Shu also refused Shaocheng and others' request to enter the village for search. Again in turmoil.
The man holding the cup in Zhu Pavilion calmly did not worry too much. After hearing that the owner of Yinghua Mountain Villa criticized Poyue Pavilion for interfering with other sects, he just frowned and poured away the sake that fell into Xiaochong and said coldly. The word "kill" is ignored.
To him, other people's lives are insignificant, and death is not a pity.
"Pavilion Master, Mr. Gusu is back." The man in front of the pavilion changed from his normal appearance and changed into light and smart clothes. Before he got off his horse, Xiao Qian came to report eagerly.
Xianggong Gusu's status in the pavilion is higher than other hosts and lower than the hall master. He does not have to participate in discussions like Hua Yu on weekdays. His only task is to find Xia Qingluan's whereabouts. He has the name of deputy hall master but no substance. The reason why he was given an empty position but no real power was because Wei Moyan did not trust him. Anyone who joined the Poyue Pavilion must be loyal wholeheartedly. However, Xianggong Gusu had an unknown purpose from the beginning when he actively requested to join the pavilion. If it hadn't been for him Wei Moyan would never let such a person come in and out of the pavilion because he was far away from ordinary people who were proficient in exploring this.
What does the leader of the organization who controls almost all the secrets in the world want? Wei Moyan is not interested in knowing. He allows her to become a subordinate simply because he is very well-informed. He knows Xia Qingluan's skills and low-key behavior best. If she is true He wanted to hide his whereabouts, and people like Mr. Gusu would never be able to find out, which is why Xuan Tong was so excited when he saw his return.
If there is no news about Qingluan, there is no need for you to show up again.
This was the only instruction given to Xianggong Gusu by the leader of the martial arts alliance after he was forced to travel lightly to improve his operational efficiency.
Over the years, there have been countless people who have gone to the Gusu painting studio to ask questions, and this is not the one who asked about their whereabouts. However, this time, the prime minister of Gusu could not refuse and could not give an answer within a month like other things. He wanted to track down Hongxian. It was as difficult as climbing to the sky. Even if he mobilized his connections, it still took more than half a year to find any clues.
"The master of the pavilion is so excited. Even if the world is in chaos, he can still be so calm and enjoy the scenery and drink wine." Walking up to the pavilion with tired steps, Mr. Gusu smiled bitterly. Compared with the man in front of him who had swallowed up mountains and rivers, his own life was like a world away. Otherwise, I don’t know if he sees the current situation that is about to change.
"What clues are there?" Wei Moyan didn't waste any time talking to him and went straight to the point.
"There are very few clues that can be found. I personally went all the way to the north to inquire. Many people have seen the woman in white, but no one is sure whether she is the master of Hongxian Hall. But half a month ago, I found this at the desert people's market - "Taking out a piece of plain white from his arms, Mr. Gusu handed it to the man in Xuanyi respectfully, "The clothing of the desert people is mainly hemp. Although there are occasional traders selling some silk and satin, Lanling's ice silk silk There's no way they can get it."
Taking the thin and soft white gauze, Wei Moyan was sure almost instantly that this thing belonged to Xia Qingluan.
She doesn't like to be recognized as having a face that is 90% similar to Ruan Qingyan, the first prostitute in Jiangnan who was famous all over the world at that time, and she especially hates being stared at and looked at intentionally or unintentionally. If she always wears a veil when traveling on weekdays, it means that The only thing in the murderous red figure is pure whiteness.
How many times had he walked side by side with her, who was covered with this piece of white gauze, and fought with his troops to conquer the majestic Poyue Pavilion.
Holding the soft and smooth white in her hand, a trace of determination flowed in her deep eyes.
"Leave immediately for Mobei."
"Pavilion Master, think twice! Now that various sects are raising their flags of rebellion, who will take control of the overall situation if we leave at this time?" Shao Bi, who followed Mr. Gusu, suddenly lost his voice and knelt down on one knee without hesitation, "I know that the Pavilion Master is worried.
Master Hongxian Hall, it is true that the manpower in the pavilion is empty. Jiuhe, Shaocheng and others are busy with conquests in various places. At this time, no one in the pavilion will definitely attract various sects to take advantage of it, and the consequences will be unimaginable!"
Leng Su's silent figure did not answer, still staring at the cool veil in his hand: "Prepare the horse."
"Pavilion Master!"
The Prime Minister of Gusu quietly waved his hand to Shao Bi. When had his decision been changed by external forces? What's more, it was related to Hongxian. Not to mention such a thing that was just a matter of worry but not a reality, even the various sects had joined forces to attack.
When he came up, he wouldn't hesitate even if he wanted to go.
"Gusu will go with me, summon Jiuhe, Shaocheng will come back, and the others will be on standby. Shaobi, you will continue to take care of the affairs of the pavilion until I come back. If you have any questions, ask Zixiu. If I am not here, she will be ruined."
Master of the Moon Pavilion."
Shao Bi lowered his head and said nothing, secretly taking a breath of cold air.
The Pavilion Master is determined to go to Mobei.
The search for the leader of Hongxian Hall has caused criminals to disturb many sects. Although Poyue Pavilion is now the most powerful organization in the world, it is still far behind the glory days of the past. Although the Chonghua Sect has been destroyed, if the other sects
The sects have once again formed an alliance to attack together, and they cannot resist it no matter what. Now Poyue Pavilion can stand proudly in the world without being slaughtered by the enemy. The only thing it relies on is the power of the Pavilion Master who can defeat a hundred enemies like the Shura God of War. If the Pavilion Master can
Not here...
I don't dare to think about it anymore.
"Shao Bi, do as the Pavilion Master orders." A soft and friendly voice came from behind, his eyes were covered with graceful purple, but his youthful appearance was a bit pale and sickly.
The return of Mr. Gusu has already alarmed Zixiu. When it comes to caring about Hongxian, she is second only to Wei Moyan and Xiao Qian.
"I will try my best to help Shao Bi take care of the affairs in the cabinet. There are no branches or disciples of ours in Mobei. Please pay more attention and go early and return early." No questions asked or disturbed. The woman who had been with him for several years always gave her full support behind him.
, regardless of whether his decision is right or wrong.
With her here, there will be no worries. Wei Moyan nodded slightly apologetically: "I will bring Qingluan back as soon as possible. It will take less than a month to return after leaving quickly. During this period, you should take more care of him - pay attention to your health."
"With Hua Yu here, it doesn't matter."
There was a tacit understanding between the two of them, and it would be too much to talk about it any more. Wei Moyan immediately ordered people to pack the horses and set off without leaving a moment.
He couldn't wait any longer even if it was a snap of his fingers.
After half a year and more than a hundred days and nights of waiting, finally a glimmer of news brought hope.
The end of the world separates her, but who knows how deep the relationship is? It means stepping through the yellow springs and blue falls, and scooping up three thousand weak waters of the Milky Way. As long as she has not turned into ashes and disappeared into the clouds, she will definitely be found.
Never leave, never abandon, depend on each other for life and death.
He is not dead, how can she leave her? No matter the beauty or bones, even a mummified body is better than endless boring waiting. In just two years, he has endured too many lovesicknesses and tasted too many times.
Falling in love and killing each other, and agreeing not to let go is to be paranoid to the end.
In the vast wilderness, far away by the blue water, two horses flying by Lu Juechen were galloping, leaving no trace in the wind, just like the cold white gauze clothes passing by half a year ago. The cold and handsome man on the horse could not see.
He squinted, looking toward the far north, urging his horse to speed up, his eyes so deep it was hard to see the bottom.
Qingluan, no matter where you are, whether you are alive or have closed your eyes forever, you must wait for me to find you.