Chapter 9 When we meet, it is difficult to say goodbye
As early as when he forced Xia Qingluan away, Wuya knew that his grandson would definitely be dissatisfied with his actions. However, it was related to his loyalty to the Baiyue Yun Sect. Even if he wanted to be a bad person, the old man who had kept his promise throughout his life could not bear the future.
I often go to Jiuquan and cannot face the shame and humiliation of my old friend.
“Ms.
The wind blew against Xia Qingluan's face, and leaves rustled on the trees not far behind Xia Qingluan. This was just a warning, and Old Man Wuya did not use all his strength: "Compared to Miss Xia, Ah Yue is the younger generation that the old man has to take care of.
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Such an obvious intention no longer needs to be stated clearly. Although Xia Qingluan is not as resourceful as Wei Moyan, he is not a dull person. She understands what the old man Wuya means very well.
However, there is always a feeling of dissatisfaction in my heart.
"The Dream Stone has been obtained." Qianshe said, not in a low voice, but after all, he lacked momentum, "I will leave after handing him the Dream Stone, and I will not delay for a moment."
"You don't have to meet the person you want to transfer to."
He was not even allowed to meet him, so determined.
Xia Qingluan's chest felt tight. Facing her elders and an old man who had no chance of winning, she had no choice but to compromise and be patient. After all, this agreement had been made a long time ago. Since Wei Moyan had given up his attachment to her, then
It would indeed be of no use to the three of us to delay it any longer.
"I'll leave the Strange Dream Stone in the inn. If you don't mind, senior, please move over and pick it up."
Old Man Wuya nodded, seeming quite satisfied with the result. It would be best if he could convince Xia Qingluan to stay away from those two people. In fact, he had already made plans. If she insists on meeting Wei Moyan, then I can only apologize.
General Xiao, the last member of the Xiao family will be killed by him himself.
Returning to the inn numbly, Xia Qingluan took the Yimeng Stone and handed it to the old man Wuya. He was so confused that he had no idea what he was doing.
The moment she saw the familiar busy figure in front of Qizhongzhu Pavilion and the wedding ceremony with eyes full of red gauze from a distance, she lost all her thoughts. If she had known this, why would she have to go all the way back to Lanling to humiliate herself? She thought that the worst outcome would be him.
She was resentful and disgusted, thinking that her leaving without saying goodbye was a betrayal, but she didn't expect that there was an ending that would make her even more desperate.
Holding a beautiful woman by his side, swords roaring in the rivers and lakes and living and dying with her, or tying up three thousand blue hair and white hair, sitting back and waiting for the beauty to turn into withered bones without any regrets. It's just that the beauty is not her, he has never cared about it at all, that's all.
"When will they get married?"
The lost woman asked suddenly, which made the worried old man slightly stunned: "It will take some time to prepare. Besides, Ah Yue has been in poor health recently, and Yan'er has set the time in half a month."
"Half a month later..." Xia Qingluan lowered her eyes and pondered. After a brief thought, she suddenly raised her head and looked at Old Man Wuya with a calm expression: "Senior, can you return the Dream Stone to me temporarily? Since Mo Heng's sword was broken because of me,
It’s natural to renew it and treat it as a congratulatory gift to him.”
"Are you going to make a sword?" Lao Wuya was surprised when he finally understood her intention. Renewing the sword with the Dream Stone was just an excuse to force her to leave. Now that she has agreed to stay away from Wei Moyan, there is no need to insist on destroying it anymore.
The Mo Heng Sword. You must know that the place where the dream stone can be refined is definitely not an ordinary place. It is even more dangerous than going to Mobei to find the dream stone. She does not need to work so hard at all.
Seeing the old man's doubts, Xia Qingluan smiled lightly, her eyes had no desire, no sorrow, no joy, as calm as still water.
"He once saved my life on Qifu Mountain, and we also made an agreement. Xia Qingluan belongs to him regardless of life or death. Since I can't continue to guard him, I can at least restore the edge of Mo Heng Sword and return it to his hands.
By protecting him on his behalf, I have never broken my promise to him."
After paying off everything she owed him, and having nothing to do with him from now on, he became the dragon among his masters in the martial arts alliance. She could also let go of everything and wait and see where fate would lead her to, whether in life or death.
If the two are not related, if the two do not look at each other, this love will eventually disappear.
"Since you have this intention, I can't stop you." Old Man Wuya nodded slightly, "Miss Xia, I know that Yan'er's infatuation with you is not a false sentiment. You have good intentions for him and are sincere. But A Yue
You are the son of an old friend, and there is a previous marriage between them. Due to emotions and reasons, the old man has to put his trustworthiness first and put you in trouble. If he needs the old man's help, just ask, and he will do anything he can.
There is absolutely no reason not to help.”
"I have nothing else to ask for, but I would like to ask senior to retrieve the broken body of Mo Heng Sword. I want to give them a congratulatory gift before they are happy - of course, senior does not need to explain that this is Qingluan's doing." There was a command in his clear eyes.
Even an old man who has experienced the joys and sorrows of the world cannot fathom the luster.
This is her last feeling.
If you want to disappear, disappear completely without leaving any trace.
————————————————————————————It’s still half a month before the wedding, and Zi Xiu’s complexion has improved greatly. According to the doctor, if
If I can keep my mood stable and unruffled, I think I can survive for another year and a half, which can be regarded as a double blessing.
At first, Zi Xiu was still worried about whether Wei Moyan was forced to do it. It can be seen that he frequently came to the room every day to talk about irrelevant things, and the worry gradually faded away. However, Hua Yu no longer appeared often. Occasionally, she would hear a few pieces of the flute sobbing in the night.
He was still staying in the pavilion.
The past years passed extremely slowly, her family was ruined, she fell into the world of mortals, and then she was found by Lu Hanhai and sent to the Sunset Mountain to meet him again. She followed him silently for ten years. Those times combined took up the entire meaning of her life. It was not like that.
This past year, I have been eating without knowing the taste, as if I was chewing wax, and I always felt like something was missing.
The funny thing is that when she finally found hope again, it was because she was terminally ill and dying.
She is smart, and will not belittle herself like Hongxian, nor will she be self-righteous and arrogant, nor will she be foolish enough to think that this marriage was only obtained because he was tempted, and everything was just because she was about to die.
That was his pity rather than attachment, and both she and he knew it very well.
I came to sit quietly under the drunken hibiscus and watched the beautiful scenery of Lanling in troubled times. It was like a holy Brahma flame.
"The Master of the Purple Sleeve Hall came here alone again, and was discovered by the Pavilion Master. The disciples who were guarding him must be implicated again." The clear and moist sound was like beads falling on a jade plate, and the corners of the overly exaggerated and gorgeous silk clothes were scraped with thorn grass and implicated the old man.
From a distance, Mr. Gusu, who came from afar, had a bitter look on his face, "Damn it, every time I come to this place, my clothes will be torn. I always forget to pay attention to the dead vines and branches causing trouble."
The graceful woman shook her head and smiled: "The master of the pavilion asked you to follow me, but he didn't ask you to follow me so close. You didn't ask for it."
"A question for a daughter, a question for a daughter. If everyone in the world is as smart as the Master of Purple Sleeve Hall, how can I continue my business?" The man with enchanting eyebrows laughed at himself. How many people in the Zhu Pavilion are not among the best?
Compared with ordinary mortals, he can be regarded as having piercing eyes and extremely smart. Even a woman who is weak and almost terminally ill can see at a glance the reason why he is following him, which is extremely embarrassing.
"It has been a year since Mr. Gusu came to my Poyue Pavilion. I wonder if Zixiu, who is thin and thin, can be worth a thousand gold?"
The woman in pansy asked gently, but Mr. Gusu was worried, and the smile on his face froze: "Master Purple Sleeve Hall, where can I dare to ask for money? I've just been wandering around in the world for so many years, and many of my things have been the same.
Lang has a false reputation but can’t really do it——"
"Ms. Gusu," he interrupted the perfunctory words lightly, Zixiu's eyes were sharp and showed no trace of the gloom caused by the serious illness, "You know the answer I want better than anyone else. Tell me, is Hongxian really gone?
Why did the Pavilion Master suddenly propose to marry me? I want to hear the truth."
Taking a deep breath, the charming man with countless secrets in his chest smiled bitterly.
He doesn't like to lie, but if the truth is revealed, not only Zixiu will be severely hit, but once the cold king in the high cabinet finds out, he may lose his life.