Poyue Pavilion, which had not seen any joy in more than a year, finally had a great event. Although the pavilion master did not intend to announce it to the world in a big way, he did not stop the children in the pavilion from spreading the news. Soon, preparations for another wedding were completed.
It has become the most discussed topic in Lanling and even the entire Jiangnan.
In terms of fame, Zixiu is far less well-known than Hongxian. Although one on the left and the other on the right are the closest subordinates to the Pavilion Master of Poyue Pavilion, and both have stunning beauty and outstanding kung fu, Hongxian is involved in the mystery after all.
He has made three engagements with prestigious martial arts figures. In the eyes of people in the world, the master of Ziwei Hall in Poyue Pavilion is just a powerful character with both civil and military skills and stunning appearance, far less eye-catching than Hongxian.
But in Poyue Pavilion, the situation is reversed. Compared with Hongxian, who has always been cold and unapproachable, the new or old disciples like the graceful and peaceful Zixiu more. As the founder of Poyue Pavilion, he has been
The person who accompanied the Pavilion Master to the war from the very beginning was also married to the Pavilion Master. It is self-evident who should be the heroine of the Zhu Pavilion.
She has been suffering from illness for many years and has been relying on dragon core fruit to survive to this day. Everyone knows that she does not have much time left, so the preparation for the wedding was in a hurry. Fortunately, everyone worked hard, and after a lot of work, she turned out better than before.
Prepare to be more solemn.
It has been eleven years now, and the time spent with the man standing at the pinnacle of loneliness has actually taken up nearly half of my life. The years have passed by in a blur, and it is not until the end that I can get what I want and stand side by side with him.
For Zixiu, it was no regrets.
The warm and humid Jiangnan is still raining after autumn, and the cleanness and comfort are far from the desert. However, the woman who is running hard has no intention of enjoying the long-lost scenery. She almost never sleeps on the nearly ten thousand miles journey from Mobei to Jiangnan.
The white clothes remain the same, the beauty remains the same, but the identity and indifference have changed.
It had been so long, so long that she had taken the wrong route several times and turned back, so long that the world had almost forgotten such an existence that was equivalent to killing, and no one thought about what kind of feelings she was carrying now that she was once known as the best among people with that person.
Feeling.
Jiangnan, the place where she spent her youth and beauty, the hometown where she once reunited and promised life and death, but now, there are rumors everywhere about a troubled marriage that has nothing to do with her.
Wei Moyan, the leader of the martial arts alliance, is going to marry Zixiu, the leader of Ziwei Hall.
The first time she heard it, she didn't stop her horse. The fleeting moment thought that the martial arts world was still so boring, and it was all false rumors.
The second time, she frowned, slowed her horse's hooves and listened carefully to how solemn the preparations were in the Zhu Pavilion.
For the third time, the gathering was in high spirits, but she was expressionless. The red demon string drank blood for the first time after returning to Zhongzhou.
I don’t know how many times I heard it after that, and gradually, my heart seemed to have become numb.
Walking to the Willow Bank of Su Causeway, one can already see the seven-story Zhu Pavilion standing in the distance among the mist. The poisonous lovesickness that has been eroding the flesh and blood all the time in the past year suddenly turned into fear, and even the courage to get closer was nowhere to be found.
As time goes by, things have changed and people have changed. I am afraid that while heaven and earth are still there, people's hearts have changed.
When the night wind stirred up someone on the slightly cold pavilion, holding a lamp and murmuring their vows, little did they know that the indifferent woman who was haunted by dreams was standing at the bridge not far away, looking at the autumn water, the clear blue sky, and the silent weeping in her wrists.
.
So close yet so far away.
Xia Qingluan didn't know whether she should appear in front of him, or if so, in what capacity? His fiancée? Or an old friend who had escaped? Or, a betrayer who had been forgotten or even disgusted by him?
She has always stubbornly believed that the words he once said and the promises he made will not disappear with the wind, let alone yin and yang. How could it be false if he risked his life for her? His extreme and paranoia do not tolerate deception or compromise.
, so even if he disappears for a whole year, he will definitely still be waiting at the origin.
It's just that she forgot that she was not the only woman who had fought alongside him for many years. It was Zi Xiu who first left an irreplaceable mark in his life, an existence she could never compare to.
She was always beyond the reach of the woman in pansy who had contributed everything to Poyue Pavilion when she first started. Every time someone whispered about dragons and phoenixes among people, she couldn't help but think of dragons.
Although it is a real dragon, the phoenix is not her but someone else.
"Girl, is your surname Xiao?" She was stunned, and someone suddenly tugged at the corner of her clothes.
Xiao? Her real surname has been abandoned for many years.
Xia Qingluan held back her slumped aura and nodded indifferently. The coldness in her brows and eyes frightened the inquirer, and her voice was trembling: "Yes, there is an old man who asked me to bring you a message. He is at Qingzhupo in Canghuan Mountain.
Waiting there, waiting for you..."
On the Qingzhu slope of Canghuan Mountain, people related to her sleep there. Father, mother, Xiao Bai, Yun Yirong, and the Xiao family members who may or may not remember them.
After half-hiding his face, he let out a shallow sigh, and Sheng Xue's white clothes passed by, carrying a light fragrance that was not rouge or vulgar powder. The young man who sent the letter was obsessed with those ruthless eyes, and he didn't take a deep breath until the figure disappeared behind the bustling street.
He took a deep breath and said with infinite sadness: "What a beautiful person..."
Little did he know that this beauty was tainted with murder.
There are no green bamboos on the desolate hillside, and it is just a false name. The plain figure stands with hands behind its back, facing away from the woman in white, with its long white hair and long beard swaying in the breeze, as graceful as a fairy. You don’t need to ask the boy who sent the message to know who the person who asked her is.
There are not many people who are obsessed with the surname Xiao and have set their sights on her as soon as they entered Lanling. Among them, there is only one old man.
"Senior made an appointment here, but to persuade me to leave?" She spoke in an indifferent and direct manner, but now that the matter had come to a point, she didn't want to waste time on going around in circles.
The old man who had disappeared from the martial arts world for a year like her laughed three times and turned around, still as domineering as ever: "You have passed the test if you can find the Dream Stone and come back. However, Yan'er lost.
This is the end of this test.”
"So we are destined to be destined to each other."
If she goes through dangers to retrieve the Dream Stone, and he can still stick to their agreement and wait for her to come back during this period, then as Wei Moyan's only relative and elder, Old Man Wuya will no longer hinder their marriage.
The agreed terms. She did not experience any hardships or obstacles, but she unexpectedly met the Jingjue Priest, who had a deep connection with her. Although she almost died in Shuo Mo, she finally returned with the Dream Stone.
But he failed to pass the test of trust and waiting, so he resolutely gave up on her and chose another woman who had been by his side for many years.
Don't blame the world for being unpredictable, don't blame others for making things difficult, and Xia Qingluan doesn't want to blame him for breaking his oath. This is fate, as Mi Ye often said to her, it's destined. She believes in fate but Wei Moyan doesn't, so let nature take its course.
She is the one trying to change him. Even if the two of them work hand in hand, they still have to take different paths. They will end up like this one day.
"Yan'er has made a choice, I think you should give up." The same tone, but less harsh, "It's not that I, the old man, are embarrassing you, I'm just used to seeing so many idiotic men and women complaining about getting into trouble and eventually abandoning each other, leading to tragedies.
After all, the Xiao family can be regarded as old friends, so it would be best if we could have fewer bad ties."
"He doesn't know I'm still alive, does he?" Xia Qingluan suddenly asked.
The slender old man's eyes were slightly narrowed, and he sneered like the person she missed: "What if you know or not? You just need to remember the result - without you, Yan'er would not have done so many wrong things and committed innocent blood.
, it is natural for me to get married to Ah Yue."
Yes, of course. Originally, she shouldn't have hoped that someone would fall in love with her forever.
Out of anger, ignorance, greed, and delusion, I have forgotten that I am a person who loves little.