Mo Heng's sword has been hanging in Wei Moyan's room since it was broken. After all, it is a heirloom of the Wei family. It can no longer be carried around for protection, so it is indispensable to keep it. However, this broken sword has no use anymore.
Even the body can be stolen.
Naturally, he would not think that some blind thief was using it for money. The person who had the courage and skills to steal things from his room had not yet been born, but he could not find any clues to pursue this matter.
In the end, he ended it hastily. Anyway, with his cold personality, he didn't care about a broken sword with false intentions. The only reason for him to put away the Mo Heng Sword was that it had saved Xia Qingluan's life, and it was
The only vicious weapon that could hurt him so deeply.
If it's lost, then it's lost. She is no longer here, so keeping Mo Hengjian would only cause trouble to Yu.
The moonlight that night was very good, bright, cold, and swaying with silver light all over the ground. From the white jade stone platform in front of the pavilion to the mountains in the distance, there was a large area of silence.
The wedding day is approaching, but he doesn't feel happy at all. Apart from going to the purple sleeve room to chat every day, he is busy with the affairs of the palace, or leaning on the railing with a pot of strong wine and looking into the distance, hoping for a fruitless event.
expectations.
Everything related to her should end, like a broken sword.
After drinking the wine in one gulp, Indifferent Xuan Shang rolled up her sleeves and turned around. When her gaze passed over the quiet white jade stone platform, she suddenly paused - in an instant, she seemed to see the familiar Shengxue white dress hidden in the corner again, with the hem of the skirt lightly.
Dang, clean and indifferent, just like her usual silent avoidance.
The disciple in charge of the guard was already sleepy. Unexpectedly, a figure suddenly floated past, bringing with it a chaotic aura as cold as wind and snow. In shock, he looked intently and saw that it was the towering master of the pavilion.
"Where is Qingluan?" The confused dragon among men frightened the guarding children. The two young men, thinking that they had made a mistake, hurriedly knelt down on one knee, but they could not even speak completely when facing the pavilion master's question.
Looking around blankly, his eyes searched every corner. Where could he find the figure of the woman who was thinking about him day and night? Wei Moyan smiled sadly and took a few steps back.
He has reached such a level of madness that he always sees her suddenly appearing in his hallucinations and seeing her reaching out to him, as if time has never flown and the years are still calm and calm on the night before she put on the red wedding dress.
It's a pity that everything was an illusion and never happened.
She won't come back anymore.
In a dense forest hundreds of meters away from the seventh-story Zhu Pavilion, a pale-faced woman in white leaned against a tree with her hands on her shoulders, a trace of vermilion overflowing from the corners of her lips.
"The Mo Heng Sword has been handed over to you. I told you that you don't need to see him again!" The old man standing with his hands behind his hands sternly scolded him with a rare angry look.
Fortunately, he had taken precautions, and after handing the Mo Heng Sword to Xia Qingluan, he stood guard near Poyue Pavilion. As expected, she sneaked in secretly on the second night. If she hadn't been discovered in time and taken away, she might have been taken away by the cautious Sun.
The child discovered that the old man Wuya, whom he had not trusted much in the first place, ignored him this time and hit Xia Qingluan in the back with a heavy palm. The patches on his white heavy gauze clothes were bright red, and he must have been seriously injured.
"I know my own rules and won't let him find out." Resisting the boiling of blood, the weak woman raised her head stubbornly, "Xia Qingluan will naturally not break her promise. I just want to see him one last time. After all...
...After all, Poyue Pavilion was my destination."
"Miss Xia thinks highly of herself. Even though Yan'er has taught you the secrets of the Wei family, but with your qualifications, it would be overestimating your ability to hide it from him." The indifferent old man with white hair and beard sneered, "Ah Yue
Time is running out. I will stay nearby until she leaves with peace of mind. I advise Miss Xia to take care of herself and not force the old man to hurt our old friend. I will give you three more days. If you still refuse to leave Lanling within three days,
, then don’t blame me for being ruthless!”
But it was so difficult to see him again before everything was over.
The extraordinary old man has disappeared, but she knows that as long as she gets a little closer to that person, Wuya old man will definitely appear again and kill her mercilessly. Although this palm is heavy, it is just a warning. Next
This time, she had no chance of survival.
He forced himself to stand up, but he could no longer hold back the blood in his throat, and a large mouthful of thick black and red blood fell on the green grass.
"Senior Wuya has shown mercy, otherwise, just this palm could kill you." There was a warmth on the back, and the peaceful breath flowed into the warm palm, combing the veins and calming the blood. Xia Qingluan did not
I had the strength to raise my head and look around, but I could tell who was coming just by looking at the white bamboo flute hanging around my waist.
"How did you know I was here?"
"Xianggong Gusu told me." He helped Xia Qingluan walk along the road to the river embankment. Two good horses had been prepared. Hua Yu helped the person onto the horse's back, while she led the horse and walked underneath. "I guess you will
Come and see the Pavilion Master, I have been waiting here for the past few days."
It seems that old man Wuya is not the only one who intends to prevent them from meeting each other. Unexpectedly, after more than two years of risking his life in Poyue Pavilion, no one wants her to appear again.
"Where are you going after leaving Lanling?"
"Southern Xinjiang." Xia Qingluan replied, "Whether you believe it or not, I didn't come back to break up the two of them. I just wanted to offer him a gift before the big day."
Hua Yu was not surprised, and Wen Jun's face remained calm. He had already known this from Mr. Gusu's mouth. If not, he would not have waited here, let alone come to the rescue.
"I'll take you there."
For a moment, Xia Qingluan was surprised: "If you weren't here, Zi Xiu Tang——" She suddenly realized in the middle of her words that the man in front of her who was accustomed to walking alone was just like her, he was the one who lost everything in this entangled grudge, so she had to stay away.
Be with the person you love.
Well, given her current situation, she really needed someone to escort her, otherwise she would most likely have died in a disaster on the way before reaching southern Xinjiang. Without a word, the two people who were equally taciturn were used to being silent, and Xia Qingluan only spoke slightly.
Chew your head to express gratitude.
We are both fallen people at the end of the world, why should we know each other when we are together?
She wants to avoid people's eyes and eyes, go far away and go through hardships, forge a sword for someone and burn her love to end the relationship; he wants to give up her love and retreat, gather her light, and then protect the person after they have achieved their long-cherished wish and pass away peacefully.
Everyone has his own loves and hates, everyone has his own choices, and everyone has his own ending.
The road was deserted, and Xia Qingluan, who was at a loss after leaving Lanling, suddenly said: "If I insist on returning to Poyue Pavilion, you will stop me like Senior Wuya, even if you are bloodied, right?"
"Yes." Hua Yu answered without hesitation.
We are all crazy, we are all mad. In the war of troubled times, we don’t care at all who lives or dies, as long as the people we are connected to are well.
"Xia Qingluan has something to ask of me." There was no wind in the moonlight. The woman in white had her eyebrows lowered and her skirt swaying slightly. "If I don't show up in half a month, please ask the master of Huayu Hall to erect an empty tower on the Qingzhu slope of Canghuan Mountain."
The tomb doesn’t need a name, it’s good if it can face Poyue Pavilion.”
The blue-falling Huangquan does not enter reincarnation. If she can return to her hometown, she just wants to watch when the high tower collapses and disappears. Then she can know when he passed away. She can also cross the River of Forgetfulness without hesitation and drink Meng Meng.
Po Tang, we go to the next life together.
Even if he gave up his vow, he would still be with her, even if he died silently in a place he didn't know, leaving no trace.
The two are inseparable, life and death depend on each other. Although they are not born in the same way, they will die together.