The music and songs rise and fall in several places in the world of mortals, the hustle and bustle recedes and the bustle comes to an end. The years wither and fade, covering up the shifting stars of thousands of years.
The red maple is like a fire, burning the amorous feelings on the top of the ten-mile mountain. The orioles sing softly at dawn, and the clothes hang quietly under the lush trees. After suffering for several days, the iron-clad members of Poyue Pavilion are exhausted, but
They all refused to move even half a step away. It looked like they would not give up on their duties and missions even if they died.
They didn't know how difficult it was to change one's fate against the heavens, nor did they know what the Pavilion Master and Hongxian Hall Master were doing in the secret room. Before leaving, the Jingjue Priest only told them not to disturb them until they came out.
This wait lasted for five days.
"If you don't want to eat, you should drink some water." The gorgeous clothes had lost their luster under the sand and rain. Fortunately, the charming young man with picturesque features had completely forgotten about this, and looked at the ten men with worried eyes.
Many stubborn people said, "Who knows what the pavilion master is like inside? If he is too weak, will the next person have to carry you all back to Lanling?"
"If the master of the pavilion doesn't come out for a day, we have to hold on for a day. How can you eat and drink even if you are heartless?" Jiuhe said with a bad expression.
After getting along for a long time, everyone discovered that this man who always lived on the boat did not have any ill intentions, but he was too keen on exploring secrets and his personality was too meticulous. Therefore, the eyes he looked at Mr. Gusu were quite friendly, which was annoying.
Too worried to eat, they could only stare anxiously at the entrance to the secret room, for fear of missing any information.
If it weren't for Mr. Gusu's guarantee, they wouldn't have allowed the eccentric priest to leave. Before seeing the master of the pavilion safe and sound, it was unclear whether the sudden uninvited guest was a friend or an enemy, so they should have detained him first. However, on the one hand
The Prime Minister of Gusu blocked him, and on the other hand, there was the threat from the leader of the Vulcan Sect, so they had to let him go - a terrifying man who could fight with the Pavilion Master and injure both sides was definitely not something they could deal with.
After casting some strange spell on the leader of the Hongxian Hall, the Jingjue Priest wanted to tell the leader of the Vulcan Sect something. However, he left with him a few days ago, along with the blue mass hiding the girl holding his knees.
The flames disappeared altogether. Apart from Shao Jinhou and others who were standing there waiting, there was only Mr. Gusu walking around in the vast open space, looking for some food and water to put down from time to time.
The morning wind was as cold as snow, and I was starving and sleepless. The temporary guardians surrounding the secret room all had blue lips and pale faces. The disciple with the worst health couldn't bear it anymore and rolled his eyes back.
When the Prime Minister of Gusu was busy taking care of it, a large area of ink fell gracefully in front of him.
"Pavilion Master!" Their eyes flashed. When everyone saw clearly that the figure flying out of the secret room was the Pavilion Master Wei Moyan, everyone was extremely happy. They lowered their heads to look at the woman in his arms, and their eyes suddenly dimmed again.
There has been no change in the beauty of Qingshi, and she is still deep in dream with her eyes closed.
Can the Master of Hongxian Hall still be unable to wake up? He changed his fate against the will of heaven and suffered divine punishment. After all, he was just a fool who deceived the public with his words, but the pavilion master's lifelong love was wasted, which is very sad.
"Water." The indifferent man spoke in a low voice.
He took the water bowl made of thick green leaves, poured the quiet mountain spring into his palm, carefully patted the cheek and forehead of the woman in his arms, and then gently wiped it off with his sleeve.
Wei Moyan never expected that the energy consumption of the spell would be so overbearing, causing him to fall asleep for an unknown amount of time. When he woke up, Xia Qingluan was still in her arms. The blood jade ring in her hand was gone, and only a trace of bright red remains could be seen in her palm.
, there was still no movement at all.
At that moment, he almost gave up his thoughts and fell back into despair. He thought he had failed to wake her up. He forced himself to calm down and observe carefully before he felt at ease. Although he was still asleep, his originally pale face was already covered with blood.
The blood gradually turned red, and the weak rise and fall of her chest gradually became stronger. Everything showed that she was gathering strength to be ready to wake up at any time.
"How long did it take after that?"
"It has been five days since I returned to the Pavilion Master." Shao Jinhou respectfully replied.
For five days, he took a deep breath. No wonder all of his subordinates looked so bad. When he fell asleep, they had been standing outside with their eyes open, and they must have endured without water or rice before he came out.
Even hard-hitting people will be tired and injured.
"Take a short rest, go down the mountain before dawn, and return to the pavilion." The tone was calm, but it made the eyes of a group of haggard men shine again. They were so cold, arrogant, and so elegant that no one in the world could match them. This is why they are willing to sacrifice their lives.
The dragon among people that I follow all my life.
At dawn, a group of more than ten horsemen were already traveling through the moist and warm dense forest, getting further and further away from the ruins of the temple where the fierce battle took place, and also further and further away from that seemingly absurd battle against heaven.
Isn't that ridiculous enough? For the sake of two women who are not considered alive, the mountains and rivers are almost flooded, the world is stained with blood, and they are almost turned into demons.
The black figure at the head was silent. No one knew what price he paid in exchange for a miracle. The loyal subordinates following him would not take the initiative to ask, Wei Moyan is still Wei Moyan, Poyue Pavilion or Poyue.
Ge, that's enough.
When the dust settles, everything is empty.
Half a month later, more than ten miles outside Lanling City, the turmoil in Qizhongzhu Pavilion subsided.
The snow finally condensed and fell as the smoke gradually died down, completely covering the blood and mud in front of the white jade stone platform. I just don't know if it will be dyed bright red when the spring grass and Qin mulberry compete to sprout next year, or whether it will be dyed bright red.
The fresh fragrance had turned bloody. The boys in charge of cleaning rubbed their hands in the hot air to keep warm. They couldn't help complaining that the snow had come too late. If it had come earlier, they wouldn't have to endure the deathly anger to clean up the broken limbs.
Unknown corpses.
No one would think about whether the congratulatory guests who came with the purpose of paying tribute that day were also full of complaints, complaining that they died inexplicably, and were hastily buried in the vast wilderness without even leaving their names, and they were not allowed to see their relatives and friends for the last time.
One glance.
When he left his homeland in a cold and solemn manner, he left behind his fiancée who was waiting for him to lift off the wedding dress, and resolutely went to southern Xinjiang. The leader of the martial arts alliance left behind an order that would be shocking to future generations.
With just that understatement, the martial arts world that had just begun to regain its calm was once again wreaking havoc, with dead bones everywhere wailing, and blood dripping red. Together with the turbulent court, they painted the most chaotic history in Zhongzhou, but those who participated in it shined brightly, or
Praise or criticism will still be circulated among ordinary people a hundred generations later.
"Everyone who witnessed today's wedding will leave no one behind."
He wanted to erase that past that existed, and tell the world in the most tragic and irrefutable way that he and Zixiu had not tied the knot. From the beginning to the end, no one was the heroine of the seven-story pavilion.
Until they return together hand in hand.
It's the end of the year and the new year is coming back. A tired man and a horse are parked in front of the pavilion. The skirts of his clothes have long been covered with clean snowflakes, which contrast with the thick and pure black.
Beside the white jade stone platform and on the pavilion platforms, the whole sky was filled with uniform shouts.
"Welcome to the Pavilion Master, the Master of Hongxian Hall returns to the Pavilion!"
Yes, I finally came back and will never leave again.
The clear air in his eyes, the gentle lines on his lips, the even breathing on his shoulders, the clear-faced man who has never been gentler and infinite.