The final chapter is not as good as three thousand strings
On January 14, the second year of Jingan, Wei Moyan, leader of the martial arts alliance, and Hongxian got married in Lanling.
In June of the same year, the two went to Mobei together for several months. During this period, various forces that were deeply threatened by Poyue Pavilion secretly formed an alliance to launch a raid but failed. Instead, after the return of Wei Xia and Wei Xia, they were suppressed and the four major forces succumbed to them.
The sect was brutally massacred, arousing more and more voices of resistance.
In November, the Zhongzhou Wulin, which had been unified for only two years, fell into division again. At that time, the government was unstable and the Qiang people invaded the frontier. In just a few months, the land of Zhongzhou was full of wars, wolves and fires were noisy, there were dead people on the road, and corpses were everywhere.
It became the "Jing'an Troubled Times" in the history books of later generations.
From the third year of Jingan to April of the fifth year of Jingan, Poyue Pavilion stood proudly despite the turbulence, miraculously winning the submission of all forces, once again unifying the martial arts world and dominating the world.
In September of the fifth year of Jing'an, the martial arts leader Wei Moyan and his first wife Xia Qingluan died in front of the Poyue Pavilion facing Canghuan Mountain.
No one knows whether they regretted it - regretted that they had killed too much, regretted being cursed by God, and had to die at such a young age. When the red-eyed man with tears in his eyes knelt beside them and cried, the two pictures were equally beautiful.
There was no wave on Wushuang's face. The two of them cuddled tightly, as peacefully as if they were sleeping. Their hands were clasped tightly and never let go, just like every time they walked side by side.
It was exactly seven years after they first met.
For seven years, we have shared life and death together, fighting against the mighty waves and sword strings, conquering the martial arts in Zhongzhou, and pacifying the three major cults, making Poyue Pavilion the number one organization in the world with power stretching from Jiangnan in the east to Bashu in the west.
The dragon and the phoenix both passed away at their peak, leaving countless mysteries for future generations, as well as unparalleled legends that can never be surpassed, shining brightly in that chaotic history.
Poyue Pavilion, which had lost its dragon head, was in disarray. Although the children in the pavilion tried their best to resist to the death, they were still slaughtered by the swarming crazy enemies in just half a month.
Shao Bi, the then Pavilion Master, fought till the end of his life, died with thousands of arrows in his heart, and stood unyielding even when he died; Jiuhe, the Master of Ziwei Hall, fought bloody battles, holding a sword like a ghost and blocking the way, fighting for the few survivors.
A bloody road, a heroic death; the ghostly Shao Jinhou, Xiao Qian with black eyes, killed himself in front of the enemy with dozens of swords in his body; Shaocheng, the deputy head of Taiwei Hall, was seriously injured and defeated and was besieged in the Zhu Pavilion. He led nearly a hundred of his disciples from the seventh floor
He jumped down resolutely, and in an instant, the sky was filled with blood. The white jade stone platform was completely stained with crimson, and the blood was not even half an inch. It lasted for three years and the strong smell would not go away.
Then every night on the outskirts of Lanling City you could hear the clanging and roaring of swords, guns, swords and halberds, and the cries of ghosts rising to the sky, and the people were all afraid of them.
A new force emerged in Japan, and took control of the martial arts world twice. In the end, Poyue Pavilion was engraved in the history books with a light that could not be restored, and then perished in an instant.
It was a miracle that existed for one person. With the end of the legend, everything was eventually destroyed.
--------------------Four years later, it is the ninth year of Jing'an.
Ten miles outside Lanling City.
Another year of spring and autumn, the four seasons come and go, and after many years of being away from the world, I return to this place. It turns out that the tall attic with red paint and green tiles is no longer there, only ruins and wild grass are left.
The young man with a mature face but still green eyes looked around, and when he saw a field of fragrant youth that was out of season, ripples suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"Their bones had been buried long before the news was announced. It was the place chosen by Guiying and Xantong personally. There was no coffin or tombstone. They were just buried together in the ground cleanly. They were covered with loess and sprinkled with large amounts of flower seeds.
After a few months, it will be impossible to find out where it is buried."
He has always wondered why Gusu Xianggong, who is famous for being mysterious and rich in money, answered his questions unconditionally and even showed his true face to him. He was just a stranger, but he seemed to have high expectations for him and longed for someone.
As if, the eyes are soft and vicissitudes of life.
Such a charming man who is delicate and does not look old is not suitable for the calm expression of reminiscing about the past.
The breeze moved gently, picking up the colorful fallen red flowers and scattering them everywhere, and the faint fragrance came to his face. It was light and silent, and he couldn't help but think of the woman in white who he had always secretly looked up to when he was a boy.
The flowers bloomed into snow, but she must have been filled with regrets when she could no longer see such beautiful scenery.
"Wine?" A look of surprise flashed between his eyebrows. I wanted to lean down and smell the fragrance of the flowers, but I accidentally kicked something. I pushed aside the dense grass and found a glass cup and an earthenware wine jar, which were very incompatible.
Two things stood before my eyes.
My heart suddenly felt sour.
That cold and arrogant man who often stood alone on the pavilion had been a heavy drinker throughout his life but had never been drunk. Even until his death, he still did not know the joy and helplessness of being drunk to relieve a thousand worries.
However, who is drinking here, saying goodbye to the two people who sleep peacefully forever, or coming to have a drinking date that has never ended?
Apart from him, there are people in the world who are addicted to the story of the dragon and phoenix between the couple and can't extricate themselves. Or maybe there are many people who can't extricate themselves, which is why this untimely and brilliant youth is left behind.
There was still something left in the wine jar. When I poured it into a glass cup, it showed a clean color with a slight wine yellow color. I raised my head and drank it, and immediately choked and coughed.
Smiling wryly at oneself.
"I still don't know how to drink. I will never learn. I went to Xiluo Mountain a few days ago to get some good wine. Unfortunately, the old man Wuya traveled all over the world and could not find any trace. I only saw the master of Huayu Hall sitting in front of the bamboo hut.
, the music he plays is still so nice." The clear and melodious, sob-like sound of nature from the white bamboo flute seemed to be ringing in his ears again, which made him close his eyes and suddenly he was filled with pain.
"Obviously he is still very young, but I saw the white hair on his temples. He must have been very sad these years. I also went to worship the master of Zixiu Hall. After so many years, people have forgotten her, even if they remember her,
As the pavilion master's wife who passed away without getting married, the only person who knows her real name is probably the master of Huayu Hall."
Her delicate face was a bit shy. The graceful and gentle Zixiu treated him well. If he hadn't seen the elegant and neat handwriting on the tombstone beside the bamboo house that day, he would never have known her real name.
The tomb of my beloved wife Yunyueying.
As Mr. Gusu said, that fruitless and tragic marriage was actually completed.
When he turned to leave, he quietly wiped away his tears. He had to raise his head and live an upright life in the world. He could not be laughed at as stupid and incompetent with tears stained on his face.
"Sleeping together for the rest of our lives when the flowers blossom into snow is infinitely better than all those grudges and grudges." The man with clear eyes waved his hand and stopped looking at the flower field behind him as if saying goodbye to him, "Pavilion Master, sister, I will take good care of you."
Stay alive and stay here for you - when everyone forgets, at least I will still remember."
Dependent origins, predestined conditions, and predestined conditions will eventually end. Flowers bloom and fall and return to dust.
The love and hate that lasted for seven years have been wiped out in the world of mortals, and the country is no longer as strong as three thousand strings, and the time has passed.
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