The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is always unpredictable. The mud on the ground has not yet dried up, and another patter falls from the sky.
A spring night may be considered rainy, but it is already early winter, with no snow, no sunshine, only continuous rain, which is inevitably annoying, especially when you are surrounded by many people and stare at you.
I was so irritated that I wanted to kill everyone.
The mysterious man did not notice at all when he left. When Wei Moyan woke up from the chaos, he was sitting in the meeting hall. Shao Bi, Guiying and others stood in the hall with worried faces. There was constant noise and harsh voices outside.
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"Pavilion Master, do you want to postpone the marriage?" Shao Bi stepped forward and asked.
The marriage...can't be postponed any longer, otherwise she will disappear and hide somewhere where he can't see her.
Such a devastated state made everyone below sigh in their chests. As soon as the mysterious man left, someone immediately took advantage of the pavilion master's injury and unstable mind to secretly attack him. It was probably an unconscious reaction. The pavilion master's eyes had completely lost his light and picked it up.
The Mo Heng Sword instantly cut the attacker into two pieces before the disciples in the pavilion came forward to protect him. Such a ferocious aura made everyone afraid to come closer. Even the doctor who was brought to treat the wound was paralyzed on the ground with fear.
Unable to move.
That is the dragon's wrath, how can a mortal bear it?
Shao Bi winked at the disciples who were waiting outside the hall, and the young disciples with awed eyes stepped forward tremblingly.
"Go and inform everyone in the cabinet that the wedding will not be held for the time being, and all those who came to congratulate you are not allowed to leave - find out as soon as possible which sects were involved in the sneak attack just now, and eradicate them without leaving any one behind."
The young man who was about to retreat was stopped as soon as he turned around. A light-colored gown with a holed flute clinking softly around his waist stepped into the hall.
"The marriage cannot be postponed any longer, and we cannot tell Master Zixiu Hall about this matter."
The more chaotic the situation, the more troublesome it becomes. Mr. Gusu smiled bitterly and looked at the elegant man at the door: "Pavilion Master Huayu, it would be best if it could go smoothly, but based on the current state of the Pavilion Master... I'm afraid it won't be good for either of them.
benefit."
Hua Yu clutched the white bamboo flute tightly with her pale bones, and Hua Yu had no idea how to deal with the situation at hand.
This is Zi Xiu's last wish. Her time is really running out. If she continues to delay, no one knows whether she can survive until tomorrow, or even whether she can survive tonight.
With all her internal organs damaged, the woman who should have passed away long ago has been relying on her thoughts to hold on until now. All she wants is to stand beside that man for a moment, to be his wife even for a moment, but God never fulfills her wish, and she can taste it in half a day.
A long-cherished wish has suddenly become unforeseen.
"Wei Moyan, do what you promised, how many more times do you want to betray her?!"
The deputy head of Ziwei Hall, who had always been peaceful and distant, suddenly shouted loudly. Several people in the hall were shocked and became upset.
In the days without Hongxian, Poyue Pavilion was peaceful and quiet, and no one had appeared yet. However, someone mentioned that she might still be alive, and the master of the pavilion was so excited. Seeing that the third marriage he had prepared was about to collapse again.
It would be better for her to disappear forever.
"Where's Qingluan, aren't you ready yet? It's getting dark soon." The man sitting in the chair with distracted eyes suddenly spoke.
Today is a happy day for him and Qingluan. She made soup the night before. Although it was difficult to eat, he still drank it clean. She is dressing up in the room at the moment, right? She is used to wearing the red color that represents killing.
Long skirt, I can finally see her put on a bright red wedding dress, a luxurious wedding dress specially made for her, embroidered with Luan and Phoenix patterns.
"Pavilion Master?" Sensing that the meaning of his words was wrong, Shao Jinhou carefully frowned and bowed, "Today... is the day of your and Purple Sleeve Hall's great wedding."
No, the person he wants to marry is not Zixiu, but Qingluan, Xia Qingluan.
His dejected aura suddenly changed, and Mo Heng's sword flashed with cold light and he swung it randomly. Fortunately, Shao Cheng next to him quickly pulled Shao Jinhou aside with his quick eyes and hands, otherwise, there would have been another disaster.
How could the marriage continue with such chaos? Everyone was at a loss for a while.
Finally stopping his endless thoughts, Wei Moyan lowered his head, holding in his hand the family heirloom sword that should have been hanging in the room but had been broken long ago. Now the sharp sword has no scratches on it and is as flat as a mirror. Yes, that man
It was said that Qingluan asked him to recast the sword body, using the most legendary material, Dream Stone.
He raised his eyebrows, his deep eyes regained their coldness and indifference, and the black figure lost all its stern aura. Within a moment, the proud leader of the martial arts world, the dragon among men, came again.
"Gusu, who is that person?" The low voice was hoarse, which was the trace of his maniacal laughter in front of the pavilion.
The enchanting man pondered for a moment, and the cold aura carrying the wind and snow in front of him made him very satisfied: "The leader of the Vulcan Sect, Mingsha."
"Vulcan Cult..."
The ruler of the far southern border, a mysterious and strange cult.
"Tell me everything you know, and if you have any reservations - Mr. Gusu will never appear in the martial arts world again."
A silent smile spread across his lips. He was obviously being threatened with his life, but the heir of this generation of the organization that mastered the secrets of the world felt extremely excited. The most legendary history, a history that no one can surpass, he could finally witness with his own eyes, and it would be unparalleled forever.
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Who turned the world upside down for an indifferent figure, stained the mountains and rivers with blood, set off a bloody rain in the world, and set off an unparalleled battle between real dragons, gods and demons reappeared, Shura ghosts cried, and fate was changed against the will of heaven.
And he will record everything with his own eyes and handwriting.
Everyone retreated, leaving only one in a mysterious dress and one in a flamboyant dress. The door was closed tightly, and several people were waiting with their own thoughts and frowns.
As cold as him, holding life and death in his hands, murdering people like hemp, walking all over the world in the rolling red dust, with the evil spirit behind him crying evilly, but he can't hurt the dragon in the middle of the human body; indifferent like her, a clean lotus, a vicious ghost, like the Styx.
The flowers blooming beside the River of Forgetfulness do not allow anyone to come close and touch them.
Such two people seem to be heartless and fearless, but in the final analysis, they are just miserable pawns who have to be played by God while living in this world. They stumble around in the darkness, meet each other, and then stay side by side with each other thinking that it will be forever.
However, how can human power overcome the fate of heaven?
It is better to fight against heaven than to show mercy to the people in front of you.
The melodious and sobbing sound of the flute could be heard far away in the drizzle, and the slender and distant figure leaned against the railing, heartbroken and heartbroken.
"The sound of the flute is so nice." Under the distant and cold roof, the girl couldn't help but sigh.
"This is not the sound of a flute. It is quiet and sad. It should be a dongxiao." The man in the black robe with his hands on his shoulders smiled lightly, "There are many interesting people in Poyue Pavilion, and I think they are full of stories. If...
If Li is here, she will definitely pester them."
That name made the twin girls feel sad at the same time: "Master, sister Ali will definitely wake up, right? With such a pure and powerful soul as bait, at least many years can be shortened."
"Maybe."
The rain was a bit heavy, and when the wind blew it sideways, it wetted An Jing's robe. The man had no choice but to take it off, and his pure white hair fell down on his shoulders.
"Xia Qingluan...that person should come looking for her. Even if only her body is left, it is better than turning into withered bones in an unknown place. It's a pity that her lifespan is not long, otherwise, she would be left to work with Ali.
It’s nice to have company.”
He didn't kill her, it was her life that came to an end and there was nothing she could do to save her.