The slightly sweet and bitter medicinal fragrance spread in Poyue Pavilion for a few days. When Xia Qingluan recovered completely, the fourth-floor medicine room was almost completed.
It was still more than a month before the trip to Luoyang, but Wei Moyan always felt a little urgent. It was not that he was eager to destroy the alliance between various sects in Jiuzhou, but that he had to seize every time to teach Xia Qingluan martial arts. With Xia Qingluan's current strength, he could do so.
It is easy to take the enemy's head among ordinary people, but when encountering a master, whether you can escape depends on the will of heaven.
In any case, he could not bear the second time that scene of Tianhu Sect. The scars on Xia Qingluan's body made him more and more scared the more he thought about it. He was afraid that one day when he turned around, he would never see the indifference again, but it was enough.
A peerless face that makes the country lose its color.
"So I'm afraid of something, too."
Against the backdrop of the distant mountains, there was a self-deprecating smile on the face that was originally cold.
Xia Qingluan has become accustomed to his inexplicable situations from time to time. If it were nothing different from ordinary people, how could he become the uncrowned king in this troubled world? How could he shake the entire country with his hands? In the eyes of the three hundred children of Poyue Pavilion, the name Wei Moyan
It is equivalent to God, a ruthless and invincible God of Conquest. Even if he is bloodthirsty and cruel, he is the perfect advantage of being a God.
What if God had the seven emotions and six desires of mortals?
Xia Qingluan shook her head, wondering when she started to like random thoughts.
This is the highest level of Poyue Pavilion, specially designed for Wei Moyan to practice. In addition to the stone pillars used for supporting the entire layer, there is only a round table and a pot of sake.
"Where you are there, you must be drunk, but you have never been drunk."
"It may not be a good thing not to be drunk." Wei Moyan raised his head, and the sake in the pot drew a round curve and fell into his mouth. The transparent golden wine was the only brilliance in this dim pavilion.
He did such a vulgar move but couldn't find any flaws or indecency, just like a natural ink painting. Without a handsome and elegant figure, he lost his life.
"The wine is intoxicating, but it is a refreshing thing for me. It is not easy to transform your internal strength and martial arts in a month. This wine is the key."
"The Wei family's kung fu has its own style. The great opening and closing force often makes the enemy frightened and cannot be avoided, but the life gate behind him is completely exposed, and it is difficult to fight back once he is attacked. This is why you need a man to do it.
You keep the gap behind you. If I give up the formation protection, your safety will be difficult to guarantee." Xia Qingluan looked at Wei Moyan quietly. As long as he had a little hesitation, it would be fine if he didn't learn this skill.
First, the higher the martial arts skills of the person closest to him, the greater the threat to him; second, the Wei family's kung fu is mainly attacking and has very few defensive momentum. If used as a protection, it will definitely not be as good as Long Xian and his formation.
Dharma, this is extremely unfavorable to him.
But Wei Moyan didn't care. He knew Xia Qingluan's concerns very well.
"If you want to kill me, no matter when and where, your skill level is high or low, you can only have one sword. As for the flaws behind me, after you practice Wei family kung fu, you can change your defense into attack, no matter how many troops are, as long as you
You and I have been back to back, who else can get closer to the world?"
The Wei family's martial arts are varied and unstoppable. If the two of them stay together, they will naturally form a fierce attack circle. Unless the strength difference is too large, those entering this range will only end up with different body and head.
Xia Qingluan pondered for a moment, and although most of her concerns had been eliminated, she still felt uneasy: "Even so, if I am not strong enough in the battle, you will completely lose the barrier behind you."
"Are you worried about me?" Wei Moyan suddenly smiled. She never thought about anything other than revenge before. Does this mean that she has begun to believe him and accept him?
"I said that as long as there is still a breath, it will never hurt you. If you are not even able to defeat me, then at most you will go to the underworld together. It's really God will not allow me to be the leader of the alliance, and I have nothing to say.
Said. What's more," Wei Moyan put down the wine pot and gently embraced the beautiful beauty in white clothes and snow in his arms: "If you are with you, you will fall into the blue sky and fall into the underworld, and even the six realms of reincarnation will never be restored, and I will be happy to accept it."
Xia Qingluan did not resist.
During these fourteen years of wandering, she struggled in life and death. Her flawlessness and weakness had long disappeared with the increase of the evil souls of Longxian. However, when facing his powerful light, she was helpless and
Tiredness always surges from the deepest part of her heart, making her want to find a home that can accommodate her and steal some support.
And there is a scent of tranquility and peace in his arms.
Lanling is misty and rainy, clouds surround thousands of miles, and mountains are stacked thousands of miles.
Above the seven-story pavilion, black and white figures stood silently. At this moment, the forgottenness seemed to have been abandoned by time. The two most cruel and ruthless people in the world enjoyed the little warmth and tranquility in each other's arms.
If it weren't for the sudden heavy rain that woke up the thunder, perhaps such a still hug would have been longer.
Xia Qingluan was a little surprised. The once unforgettable hatred seemed to be gradually fading away. The killing and tragic tragedy became blurred. Only the faint breath in his ears and the warmth on his shoulders were the real ones.
I want to indulge in this life, not care about grudges, love and hate in the world, ignore the world's affairs, and do not envy the flowers that fade and bloom in the world.
"Qingluan, marry me."
In the pouring rain, someone's voice echoed softly, and someone's cold and hard pieces shattered.
Wei Moyan didn't want to be too urgent, but he had hidden this sentence in his heart for too long. If he kept it, he would probably hurt his internal organs and break his liver and intestines.
The person in his arms did not answer, but only a slight trembling spread to his body along his slender fingers. Wei Moyan gently pushed away the fine hair on his fair face. With just one glance, his heart was like a knife cut, and he was about to forget to beat.
Perhaps only the Lord of the Poyue Pavilion in the seven-story pavilion can see it, the line of clear tears on the unparalleled face.
She was crying, and seeing Xia Qingluan, who was used to life and death, silently laid tears in his arms. But Wei Moyan smiled, and his smile was clear and clear, enough to teach the world to change color.
The pain in his heart was because of ecstasy. He knew that she was affectionate and she did not treat herself like someone else.
"Marry me, Qingluan. I don't want any mystery or any heavenly way. All I want is you. As long as you are happy, I can kill you and seize the world for you, even if the blood stains the country and turns into a demon
I will always be with you, no matter how it is Zimo Hongchen or Tianyao, I will always be with you, and behind me will always be for you."
At this moment, Wei Moyan had completely forgotten the world or the country. He just wanted to convey everything in his heart. The longing and suffering day and night had already destroyed his heart and bones, grudges, the world, and power. So what if he gave him the world, it would be better.
But a strand of black hair and a white gauze that looks like a dream.
After struggling for a few years, Xia Qingluan still couldn't stop the tears from falling like rain, and she couldn't even sort out what she was thinking. She didn't know who was greedy for her infatuation in her blurred and hazy eyes.
He raised his head and found that he was always so close to him.