Chapter Thirty-Eight: Changing Fate Against the Heavens
After five years of ups and downs in the rivers and lakes, the always aloof dragon among men, apart from taking turns fighting masters from various sects in the battle of Liyou Valley, was only injured by Xia Qingluan. But now he has no enemies and is injured out of grief.
If a person is extremely sad, his heart will be damaged due to the retrograde flow of blood and energy. That mouthful of vermilion blood made everyone see the pain that penetrates his bones and hurts his marrow.
When the flames in the palm of his hand burned out, the leader of the martial arts alliance, who had lost all strength, suddenly snatched the long sword from Mi Ye's hand, sending the wind and snow flowing back, and the cold light piercing the sky.
The sword blade left a long oblique wound on the Jingjue Priest's thin body, and blood instantly started to flow.
"She tried her best to come back to me. If it weren't for you..." The hand holding the sword kept shaking, and he stared coldly at the calm Jingjue priest, while the sword that could easily take someone's life was there.
After a moment of silence, he fell to the ground slumped.
Killing no one can bring back Lihun Changge. Ultimately, it was him who broke his promise and swore, and did not believe that she would live for him, which caused her to leave in despair. She exchanged all she had for a weapon that she once had for him.
Her broken sword was reborn and rekindled, burning her feelings and sealing her heart.
"I failed Qingluan."
Picking up the sleeping woman in white again, as if talking to herself, Wei Moyan walked down the mountain with calm eyes.
It was over, and he had exhausted all his energy. Now he just wanted to go back to Lanling Zhuge, where he had lived together for so long, to look back at the years, and to watch over her every day, until her soul was gone and turned into withered bones.
Find a place where the mountains and rivers are quiet and there is no worries about the world, so that she can sleep forever without worries.
And he will not die, he will still continue the unfinished killings and be buried with her.
"Wei Moyan, are you willing to change her destiny for her and bear the punishment of heaven?" Miye suddenly said as he looked at the martial arts leader whose aura was changing and finally fell silent.
The pace of moving forward must not stop for a moment, and this issue does not need to be considered for him: "Heaven and earth are unkind and should be reversed. Fate is unfair and should be changed. If I love her, I have violated the path of reincarnation, then I am willing to inherit it for eternity.
God has punished me, but I hope we will spend the rest of our lives together and never regret it - but there will be no chance again."
"What if there is a chance?"
The wind whimpered and the footsteps finally stopped.
Wiping away the blood that was not deep on her chest, Mi Ye took off the dark red jade ring from her little finger and spread it in her palm: "You can't just talk about changing your destiny against the will of heaven. I can save her, but it only depends on whether you can accept the punishment of heaven."
This was originally a ceremony planned by the Jingjue Priest to renew Xia Qingluan's life after she fulfilled her contract and returned to the desert.
"How to save? How to change fate against the will of heaven?" In an instant, a green light lit up in his eyes that had completely lost their luster. The incredible magic of the Vulcan Cult allowed him to see the power of inhuman power. Then, the light that shone thousands of years ago
The ability of the ancient priest who is the most exquisite in the legend of God's arrival cannot be underestimated.
If he can't be saved, the result will be the same as now; if he can be saved... he won't hesitate to give up everything.
The surrounding members of Poyue Pavilion were full of doubts, and they obviously did not believe in the sudden appearance of some priest. The leader of the Vulcan Sect, who had great magical powers, was still powerless, so what could he do? Not to mention that the sound of "God's Punishment" was shocking.
As soon as the chilling conditions came out, Shao Jinhou, Jiuhe and others immediately changed their expressions. They would never allow anyone to do anything that would harm the pavilion master.
Shao Jinhou's eyes darkened, and he calmly stretched out his hand to write a few words on the back of Shaocheng in front of him. Shaocheng, who stood silently with his sword in hand, was shocked, and then immediately returned to his normal expression.
If there is any difference, kill them.
The red string is equivalent to a dead person, and we must not teach the demon-obsessed pavilion master to be deceived in a trance and lose his life.
"It's a matter of secrets, I don't want to be disturbed."
Having passed down the memories of generations of predecessors and having Yue Lao's experience of wandering in the arena of Zhongzhou, Mi Ye could tell their thoughts just from the subtle movements of the two people. He did not make it clear at the moment, but only took the first step to invite Wei Moyan to the ruins at the back of the temple.
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Seeing Wei Moyan about to take action, Shao Jinhou winked at Jiuhe. Jiuhe, who was usually impulsive, was prompted by him and immediately stepped forward to stop Mi Ye. However, before he could speak, he was shouted back by the cold-looking pavilion master.
"You guys rush back to Lanling first, and I'll go back later."
"Pavilion Master, the pavilion has been in chaos since you left. Master Purple Sleeve Hall... only Shao Bi is the one supporting us now. If there are any more setbacks, it will be difficult for my subordinates to cope with it."
Zixiu, are you gone?
A trace of sadness flashed across his cold eyes. First he lost Xia Qingluan, and then Zixiu. In his life, he had only had entanglements with two women, both of whom were unlucky because of his beauty. Because of this, the last chance should not be given to them.
Slipping away between the fingers, to Zixiu, I will do whatever it takes to make this debt not in vain.
As for where Huayu will go, it must have been decided long ago.
The black gown swayed slightly, bending several lines of green as it passed by the grass, dyeing the cold black with fragrance.
"Ghosting, from now on you will be the deputy head of Tianshi Hall, and Jiuhe will be promoted as the head of Ziwei Hall. If I can't go back within a short period of time, you will handle the affairs in the cabinet as appropriate." He arranged the important tasks in the cabinet smoothly and neatly.
Wei Moyan ignored everyone's hesitation and continued to follow Mi Ye behind him.
Jiuhe has an upright character and stays by his side just so he can be killed. However, Ke Ma Tianxia will not be happy because of his improved status. Instead, he becomes more and more anxious: "Pavilion Master! It is impossible for the Hongxian Hall Master to come back.
The Master of Purple Sleeve Pavilion has passed away again. Do you want Poyue Pavilion to be disbanded and be slaughtered by enemies swarming in from now on? Jiuhe does not understand the relationship between men and women in his life, and cannot understand the decision made by the Pavilion Master, so...
..." The man who was as proud as iron and took pleasure in killing suddenly knelt down on his knees, with a stubborn expression on his face that was too young: "If the master of the pavilion insists on accepting some kind of divine punishment and changing his destiny, just step on Jiuhe's corpse!"
"Pavilion Master, think twice!"
Following the loud harmony, the members of Poyue Pavilion, who had never bowed to anyone, all knelt in front of them.
It is a world of countless people, but Poyue Pavilion exists because of one person.
With him, there would be a group of subordinates who laughed and drank blood. Without him, there would be no largest martial arts organization that has written legends.
"Stand up." There was a long silence, and the indifferent words were cold to the heart.
The only enchanting man who came along without bending his knees to beg for help sighed slightly.
They are all flesh and blood sons and daughters of the world. Even the seemingly cold-hearted pavilion master cannot remain indifferent to his subordinates who are determined to follow him to the death. However, these people don’t understand, they don’t understand his irreversible retreat, and they don’t understand his deep love.
Deep down, helpless.
Is it powerful? He holds the whole world in his hands, overturns the chaos in the mountains and rivers, frowns and sees the smoke rising in the nine states.
But after all, he is just a mortal in this world. Faced with such a fragile and insignificance at the mercy of fate, what can he do when the thing he cherishes the most is destroyed by fate? How can he endure it silently?
Then, it's not Wei Moyan.
No matter what the so-called divine punishment and changing one's fate against the will of heaven are, Xianggong Gusu believes that the dragon among people who have been in love for three years will never retreat, just like Hongxian who resolutely quits his life and chooses to use the most decisive way.
The way to forge a sword is to burn love, and to cut off the front edge is the same.
"Believe him, I am willing to risk my life as a guarantee." When the two faced each other, it was Xianggong Gusu who often sat aside and watched, who interrupted the tranquility. He picked up the blood-stained sword and handed it upside down in front of Jiuhe, "If the priest
If your Excellency does anything that harms the Pavilion Master, I am willing to give you my head - although it is of little value."
During that dark and turbulent time in the Jianghu, there was a charming man who always liked to wear gorgeous and verbose Qiluo heavy clothes, and liked to make light jokes but knew countless secrets. He gave the cold and solemn Poyue Pavilion a touch of brightness, and at that time
, no one realized that he was betting on his identity as a history writer.
Many years later, the disciples of Poyue Pavilion who were traveling with him at that time expressed such emotion.