The short-term glory in the long and boring life comes back again, and I can't bear to stop or let go.
Even if it’s just for one person.
"Leader Fumo is gone?" Miye left the crowd and walked towards Mingsha beside the altar. In Itu's memory, the leader of the Vulcan Sect should be Fumo. I don't know what happened in the past twenty years, but the powerful but peaceful figure in front of me
The image of the man was so different from that of the leader of the Vulcan Cult that I couldn't help but wonder.
"Fu Mo..." The almost forgotten name was mentioned again, a trace of confusion flashed across Ming Sha's face, and she smiled a little disappointed, "He's dead. I'll kill him."
His eyes swept over the blue flame that Mingsha managed to maintain and the almost transparent girl in it. Miye seemed to have guessed something, but it was not my business to talk about good and evil, so he just lowered his eyes: "So, as the leader of the cult, you
You should also be able to build the 'Dream Fire'."
"nature."
"That's good." Turning around, his green eyes looked at the sleeping woman in Wei Moyan's arms, lingering like ripples on water. The light blond hair swayed lightly in the wind, Mi Ye raised his palm and said, "I'll lend you my sword."
——I don’t want to answer your question, just go and see it yourself.”
Everyone behind the black figure looked at each other in confusion. The enchanting man who was struggling to hold on to his gorgeous clothes suddenly snatched the sword from Jiuhe's hand and took a few steps forward to hand it to him.
"What are you doing!" Jiuhe glared. He handed the weapon to a stranger who didn't know his enemy or friend. Is this guy crazy? Or is he planning to surrender to the enemy and betray the pavilion master?
"Don't make any noise!" Xianggong Gusu's face rarely darkened. He knew "Dream Fire", which is one of the little-known spells of the Vulcan Cult. It can condense memories in special flames and transfer them to others. He was very cautious about inheritance.
This is how the past sect masters pass on what they have learned throughout their lives. What exactly happened when Priest Jingjue and Hongxian lived together for a year would be great if that person planned to use this method to inform the Pavilion Master. After all, it would be inevitable to fabricate it through the mouths of others.
suspicion.
At this point, the indifferent man and woman who should have joined hands long ago can no longer withstand any suspicion.
Taking the sword and lightly swiping it on his fingertips, the sharp blade brought out a few drops of blood. The Jingjue priest calmly extended his palm to Mingsha: "Please."
"You want me to build the 'Dream Fire' without even asking?" Mingsha said helplessly, "That would require a lot of spiritual power."
"I will tell you how to get rid of the demonic nature as quickly as possible. In exchange, I will pass on this memory to him. This is my debt to that girl."
Relying on one's own strength to purify Ah Li's demonic nature would take at least a hundred years. This condition was so tempting that even the peaceful leader of the Vulcan Sect in Dalian was tempted by it.
Mingsha nodded, carefully hung the blue flame on the broken altar, turned around and touched the bleeding fingertips lightly: "Just think back to the memories you want to pass on."
Slowly closing his eyes, the slightly thin Jingjue priest stood quietly, letting the blood on his fingertips complete a mysterious spell that he had never touched before.
Everyone in Poyue Pavilion, who had grown up in Zhongzhou since childhood, had never seen these weird techniques. They saw that the blood droplets did not fall to the ground, but instead spiraled up along the fingertips of Mingsha. No drop of blood touched the pale skin, and the mark was not yet complete.
The faded palm condensed into a drop the size of a walnut, and everyone was stunned in disbelief.
At the end, the peaceful warm red flame enveloped the drop of blood and slowly ignited. The bigger the fire, the smaller the drop of blood became, until it was completely evaporated by the heat, leaving only a pure jumping flame.
"Leader Wei." Ming Sha nodded towards Wei Moyan, "Just put it in the palm of your hand. This fire will not hurt anyone."
So what if he is burned in flames? He will never even frown.
Even at this time, Wei Moyan still refused to let go of his hand, as if the person in his arms would disappear again if he let go, and not even the last trace could be found. He put down Xia Qingluan and leaned it against his chest, and stretched out his left hand without hesitation.
The seemingly scorching light from the flame was surprisingly peaceful when it reached the palm of my hand, almost the same as body temperature, but there was no special feeling.
"Be still and concentrate, and use your inner strength to absorb it."
Imitating Mingsha's appearance, Wei Moyan closed his eyes and no longer cared about how many people and things around him were still appearing, happening, disappearing, and perishing.
Gradually, the pale red color reflected through the eyelids deepened, until it was almost dark, and there was a vague figure shaking in the sight.
Slowly it becomes clear, slowly it gets closer, and slowly it becomes visible, the frail white clothes and the indifferent beauty.
"Qingluan..." His Adam's apple twitched slightly, and the leader of the martial arts alliance who stood with his eyes closed blurted out the name buried deep in his heart.
It was she who, after leaving without saying goodbye before her wedding, before falling into eternal sleep, was stunningly beautiful and stunningly beautiful.
Shaocheng Jiuhe and others were shocked beyond measure. Next to them, Shao Jinhou and Gusu Xianggong raised their hands to signal everyone not to make any sound. At this time, you must not alert the pavilion master, not because you are afraid of losing your life in the dragon's anger, but because you are not afraid of losing your life in the dragon's anger.
I wish to see him lose even the last trace of Hongxian.
They are too bitter.
From the moment we met until now, we have been constantly missing out on each other amid suspicions and misunderstandings. Even if it is just a memory related to her from someone else, at least, let the despairing Pavilion Master look at her again, and that look may be able to support him.
If you fall down, you can still live.
In the cold stone room, her slightly trembling eyes were closed tightly, her face was pale as if she had just escaped from the underworld, and particles of wind and sand were still faintly visible in her plain white clothes, but her sleeping expression was so peaceful that she couldn't bear to wake her up. Suddenly, the same thing flashed before her eyes.
In the stone room, she had already woken up, her usual indifference and lack of joy or sorrow.
"I don't want to know who you are. To me, there is only one person in this world who is worth taking the time to get to know."
Faced with the request to forget him, that figure looked cold and determined.
"I would rather...die."
She would rather die than forget him, a man who had made countless promises to her but had broken and hurt her countless times.
With his eyes closed, the man standing in the desolate wind smiled bleakly, making hoarse sounds that hurt his heart.
She thought that she was so infatuated, that no matter how much she calculated, he was the one who paid more, but she never thought that that indifferent woman who kept talking about living for revenge would actually be silently giving up everything for him!
When I laughed until I was silent, I had no strength left, my steps staggered, but I still couldn't bear to open my eyes.
For a moment, even for a moment, if I want to see her and hear her voice again, if I open my eyes, it will be the end of darkness.
In the end, the memory was locked in a dark stone room. I don’t know who lit the dim light. However, there was no sign of her in the messy cage. That was when she dragged her extremely weak figure away, and the exquisite priest waited with no hope.
daily.
Here, she desperately wanted to leave. The black iron fence was cut by ruthlessness, and her bloody fingertips flashed in her mind, as well as the subconscious calls again and again.
A call he had never heard before, a life-consuming call.
As the owner of the memory slowly approached, the prison where she had been imprisoned for a whole year was right in front of her. In the darkness, her slender fingers touched the stone wall she was used to leaning on. It was cold, rough, and full of scratches.
Stroke by stroke, deep and shallow, it made his heart hurt to the extreme.
Wei Moyan.
The same name, Wei Moyan, is engraved repeatedly on large swathes of walls.
The bloody fingertips, the marks that can only be touched cannot be seen clearly, and after more than 300 sunrises and moonsets that cannot be seen, it is she who carved his name and expressed her love for him.
Over and over again.
Day and night.
He hugged the woman who would never wake up and called his name again, and bent over with a smile.
"The only thing I can give her is this name, but she desperately wants to live with this name..."
Such a desperate and hoarse voice seems to hide all the desolation and pain in the world, making people unable to bear to listen to it any more, otherwise they will become possessed and their lives would be worse than death.
Suddenly, the figure who had fought in the sea of blood and shocked Kyushu suddenly shook and coughed out a large mouthful of red blood.
————————————————————Okay, I accidentally updated two chapters in a row, so today’s update is all finished... tat