Chapter Twelve: A Thought Becomes a Demon and Slays as a Poison
Half a month later, Wei Moyan, the leader of the martial arts alliance, and Zixiu, a descendant of the Baiyue Yun family, were overjoyed. The past between the two gradually became the most frequently mentioned topic among tea guests. The heroic life of the former leader Wei Bugui was short-lived, and the Wei family and the Yun family were
At the turn of the century, the Poyue Pavilion suddenly emerged, and the peerless couple was among the best.
Among them, some people will naturally mention the name of another woman, but it is not like mentioning others as a joke, but full of ridicule and regret.
Even the more open-minded people in the world are lamenting the second and third marriages. Even if they are far away from the turmoil of the world, the shadow left by them will not be erased. Even if she has disappeared in the martial arts world and disappeared among those who love her or hate her.
In human eyes.
Xia Qingluan still remembers the feeling of the dense and lush mountains and dangerous forests, and the humid and sultry air. She has never forgotten every detail of her trip to southern Xinjiang with him. However, time has passed by, things have changed, and now the two of them are far apart.
We are destined to never see each other again.
"This is the sphere of influence of the Vulcan Sect. It is inconvenient for Hua Yu to continue sending us off. Master Hongxian Hall should be careful along the way."
The southern territory is vast and sparsely populated, and is full of Vulcan believers. Their beliefs are extremely firm. After Poyue Pavilion unified the martial arts world, it did not extend its power deep into this area. If you enter as the leader of Poyue Pavilion, it will easily cause disputes. Furthermore, Xia Qingluan insisted on the road.
Wanting to enter southern Xinjiang alone, Hua Yu knew that she was more stubborn than the master of the pavilion, so she no longer insisted on escorting her.
"Just call me by name. I am no longer a member of Poyue Pavilion, and I am no longer Hongxian." Xia Qingluan took the remnant of the Mo Heng sword from Hua Yu and tied it on his back. Xia Qingluan nodded slightly to express her gratitude, "
Thank you very much, Master Huayu Hall, for seeing me off. Qingluan takes his leave."
This farewell may be an eternity. Although he didn't have a close relationship with her, after all, they had been working together for two years because of a beautiful couple. Hua Yu was somewhat worried: "Miss Xia, do everything according to your ability - Mo
The Pavilion Master doesn't care whether Hengjian continues or not."
The renewal of the sword was not for him, but to put an end to those years of greed and delusion. From now on, I no longer have to wait for anyone to fulfill my oath, no longer have to dance three thousand strings for someone, live and die, and no longer have to wait for him to accompany me.
The woman in white, who rarely showed expressions, lowered her eyebrows and thanked the influx of flowers with a smile. Even though her heart was so beautiful, she couldn't help but admire her beauty. But that smile did not belong to any happy things, but came from a life that was almost desperate.
Regardless of whether she can make Mo Heng come back due to her suffering, she is destined to die soon.
Although the Vulcan Cult does not conflict with Zhongzhou, it has a large number of followers and possesses mysterious techniques that are difficult to understand. It deserves to be the first of the three major cults. The place where Xia Qingluan is going is the temple altar of the Vulcan Cult.
Ye said that refining the dream stone requires extremely pure fire. Except for the ancient Jingjue country that has long been hidden under the yellow sand, only the sacred fire worshiped by the altar of the Vulcan Cult can meet the requirements.
That is the foundation of the Vulcan Sect, a sacred object worshiped by tens of thousands of believers every day. How could she be allowed to approach it so easily? It would have to be a forced intrusion, just like when she went to Kunyu Mountain to get the dragon core fruit, which was naturally extremely dangerous.
It would be best if she could successfully forge a sword with fire. If she couldn't, she would just spend the rest of her life in vain. It made no difference to her whether she lived or died.
Two equally indifferent and quiet figures walked away from each other. One was far away from his former destination and went alone to fulfill his last wish; the other was following the way home, hiding his figure and continuing to guard that person silently until the end.
The two people, who are similar but different, each have their own destiny, and no one will interfere with the other, because what they choose is to completely cut off their hopeless love.
—————————————————————————————— Jiangnan is warm and humid, the frost-resistant flowers have not withered yet, the eyes are full of clean white and the red pavilion hangs festive red everywhere
The two colors complemented each other perfectly, and those two colors representing completely different emotions made the man in black clothes standing in front of the pavilion with his hands behind his hands suddenly think of someone.
Three years, a lifetime of promise, but now it has come to an end.
"I forced Miss Xia to leave. You can blame her. You don't have to soak in wine all day long to show me." The white-haired old man next to him sneered, his expression somewhat similar to his.
After all, it was his grandfather who raised and educated him. Wei Moyan didn't want to treat him too coldly, so he simply continued to make his own decisions as if there was no one around.
What else could he do? Xia Qingluan was forced by her grandfather to leave without saying goodbye on the day before her wedding. Everything he had spent two years to acquire was destroyed in an instant, and even the vow to never leave and live together was turned into nothing. If not
With this kind of relationship, anyone who dares to hinder their bond will only end up in a state of disgrace.
"Yan'er, I know you are deeply affectionate, but Bugui's marriage contract with the Yun family came first, and Ayue was a poor girl. When you left Xiluoshan, I thought there was nothing wrong with this marriage, but who knew you...
..." Old Man Wuya sighed, and in front of his grandson, he actually showed an old look.
"That's a promise made by your predecessors, what does it have to do with me?" Not to mention it, the mention of fingertips for marriage made Wei Moyan become even colder, "I didn't marry Yueying because of the previous engagement. As far as I'm concerned,
These are just a formality, just to let her die in peace."
"It doesn't matter what you think, it's enough if the world doesn't laugh at my Wei family's betrayal."
After all, his fruitless marriage with Xia Qingluan was for meaningless words.
No one can replace those side by side, her indifference or her cruelty. When he stained the black phoenix with ink on his wrist, he already knew that he had nowhere to hide, and he was destined to fight with her in the chaos of the war and the rain of blood.
Trust and betrayal.
For the first time in Tianhu Mountain's bloodbath, he learned what the fear of loss was. She took the sword for Xi Shaoyuan in front of the pavilion, which made him taste the anger of betrayal for the first time. The jump at Qifoshan was an impulse that he could not control even though he knew it was wrong.
, something that had never happened before in the Jiannan Wedding Hall, he actually showed off his ruthlessness and exposed his fatal flaws to the eyes of the world.
He opposed the imperial court, destroyed the Chonghua Gate, bloodbathed the Wanqi Mansion, collapsed Kunyu Mountain, and laid siege to the Poison King Valley. He did everything that the world thought was unbelievable, just to make her believe every word and every oath he said.
He did not hesitate to change his fate against nature and become the enemy of the world.
How many times had he survived, how many times had he almost been separated forever, and finally waited until she turned around and held his outstretched hand...
The wild laughter resounded through the Zhu Pavilion, filled with sadness and despair.
"Women are nothing but rotten dogs, but I am not even as good as that rotten dog. What is the use of my spare country? Leader of the alliance, rivers and lakes, the world, country, what is faith and justice, for me it is all just clouds and smoke." In front of the handrail, colored glass.
The cup was broken into pieces, and the red dress was tainted with the aroma of wine.
Old Man Wu Ya held his breath. He thought that although the Wei family had never claimed to be a well-known and righteous family, they had never had such a bloodthirsty, aggressive, and militaristic descendant as Wei Moyan. Everyone rumored that he, the leader of the martial arts alliance, was a very evil person.
He only achieved his current status through ruthless suppression, and now it seems that it is indeed true.
The cold and harsh teachings that were used to hurt his mind have now caused him to destroy kindness and peace. Is it his fault?
With such madness, he has suddenly fallen into the devil's trap.
The cold eyes were full of every detail, the cold face was arrogant and determined, there was countless darkness of destruction, and the elusive smile made the old man Wuya's heart tremble inexplicably.
"If she is here, the world will be here. If she goes to the underworld... I will destroy the world and then go to the blue sky to find her. I will live up to my previous oath!"
When Yin Huayu knelt down and begged, he made a decision. After Zixiu passed away peacefully, the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains should also be dyed with some color. Every inch of land, every brick and tile, everything as far as the eyes can see will be burned to the ground. One day
But Xia Qingluan was found, even if it was just a handful of bones.
One thought can make you a human being, and one thought can turn you into a demon. The longing for you is like poison to your bones.