Wei Moyan didn't close his eyes all night, not because the rain outside the window shattered his dreams, but because he was worried that he wouldn't be able to see Xia Qingluan tomorrow. However, when he stepped onto the seventh-floor pavilion early, there was already a calm figure standing by the window.
"Qingluan." He called hoarsely.
Xia Qingluan poured a glass of wine from the jade pot, and the light blue petals were tumbling in the warm wine.
"It's been rainy and cold these days. Master Zixiu Hall added some Tibetan snow lotus to the wine. I don't know if you can get used to it."
This was the first time she served someone a glass of wine, but the person being served was stunned.
"What, are you afraid that I will poison you?"
Wei Moyan laughed: "The wine you poured is extremely poisonous, but you still have to drink every drop."
The two of them had been together for so long and rarely had similar relaxed conversations, which made Wei Moyan feel relieved. It was enough for her not to dodge, and the future was long, so there was no need to rush for success.
"I want to go to Cheng Mansion in some time."
"That's good. I don't know how many months it will take before I return to Luoyang this time. I should go and see your brother."
Xia Qingluan lowered his head.
She didn't know whether she should tell the story about Xi Shaoyuan. If she told him, he would definitely try his best to eliminate the trouble. If not, the Tianshi Hall's eyes and ears would report it sooner or later, and Xi Shaoyuan would still be unable to escape.
That's all, it's a day as long as you can, just be selfish this time, stay with him quietly, without thinking about anything.
"What are you thinking about?" Wei Moyan put down the wine glass. This glass of wine needs time to slowly taste, so he is reluctant to drink it for the time being.
"It's nothing, I was wondering if Chiqing can match the skills of the Wei family Kung Fu. After all, it is different from ordinary weapons."
Wei Moyan took the red string from Xia Qingluan's hand and shook it gently. The long and voluptuous red string seemed to be injected with life. With its steady steps, it spun into a blazing light and shadow in the air.
The string is originally a thin and soft thing, but its slenderness and sharpness are no less than the edge of a sword. If used properly, it can often overcome strength with softness. In the hands of Wei Moyan, Chiqing is like a swimming dragon that is invisible to the naked eye, with a majestic momentum in the red light of the sky, as if it is connected
The air was cut and torn, which was exactly the opposite of the feminine aura that Xia Qingluan used when using it.
No matter what kind of weapon it is, as long as it is in the hands of Wei Moyan, it can exert a power far beyond that of ordinary people. Xia Qingluan sighed secretly, no wonder people said that he is an unparalleled martial arts wizard. In six years, he has developed an astonishing kung fu that dwarfs all heroes.
, and has the terrifying control power to understand everything, and the innate aura of a king is the capital to look down on the world, and he is indeed worthy of the title of "Tian Jue Gongzi".
"The Wei family's external skills do not limit the weapons used. The essence is to turn defense into offense, open and close wide, use four or two to move a thousand pounds when strong, and use great force to defeat skill when weak." In the gorgeous string rain, a black figure flew like a giant.
, his tone was not strained at all: "Follow your heart, use your energy to control the soldiers, use your maximum strength and fastest speed to complete a fatal blow, leaving no chance for the enemy to counterattack."
The first end of Qingqing was thrown into Xia Qingluan's hand, and Wei Moyan took the end and wrapped it in his palm: "Forget the previous footwork and breathing method, try to be consistent with me."
The thin string runs between Xia Qingluan and Wei Moyan. The bright color is like a red thread, binding not only the two hands that are getting closer, but also the fateful love.
There was still heavy rain and fog outside the window, and in the dim attic, two figures, one black and one white, overlapped and intertwined, and even their breathing almost overlapped. This was the most perfect tacit understanding, side by side, back to back, without any words or glances.
, you can know the next move with just one movement.
It seems like there is only one person left in the world who is connected to each other.
In the following nearly a month, the disciples in Poyue Pavilion rarely saw the pavilion master and Hongxian. Instead, they always saw the new medical lady who joined the pavilion often traveling between Taiwei Hall and Tianshi Hall, especially with Shen Yuqing, the deputy head of Tianshi Hall, is quite close, which makes many disciples have a little nostalgia for the relationship between the two.
As for the two people who were immersed in the flash of swords and shadows on the seven-story pavilion, no one mentioned what happened that day. It was as if nothing had happened, only a touch of tenderness inadvertently revealed when their eyes met.
Six days before the scheduled departure, Qiao Feixue, the leader of Tianshi Hall, climbed up to the seventh floor of Poyue Pavilion in a hurry and interrupted the two people who were practicing.
"To the Pavilion Master, the Luoyang Branch is reporting urgently."
It was already noon, and seeing beads of sweat on Xia Qingluan's forehead, Wei Moyan did not intend to continue practicing, so he took advantage of the cool breeze in front of the window and picked up the wine bottle: "Say."
"The Chonghua Sect raided two days ago and destroyed the Luoyang and Qingzhou branches. All the surviving disciples were imprisoned by each sect. In addition, according to the escaped disciples, the Chonghua Sect led the various sects to conduct a recent attack A series of confrontational actions were all proposed by the same person..." Qiao Feixue raised her head and secretly looked at Wei Moyan, the name she was about to say should trouble the Pavilion Master a little.
Xia Qingluan's heart sank as the news finally came through.
Wei Moyan waved his hand: "But it doesn't matter."
Qiao Feixue took a deep breath: "The master of the Chonghua Sect, Xi Yingfeng's only son, is the current prince's young master, and the young master of Yulong, Xi Shaoyuan."
"Is it him?" Wei Moyan was slightly surprised by this name.
One of the most famous four young masters of Jingguo today is Xi Shaoyuan. The other three are Wei Moyan, the Tianjue son of the Wei family in Gusu, Cheng Xiaobai, the Wuchen son of the Lanling Cheng family, Xia Qingluan’s younger brother, and Jiannandu. In the Wang Valley, Mr. Ye Tan, who has no interest in worldly affairs, has Wan Qi Haoyue.
The four young masters all came from famous families and had great influence in the martial arts or the imperial court. Among them, Xi Shaoyuan, the young master of the Chonghua Sect in Luoyang, can be said to be the most respected leader of the younger generation among the famous and decent sect. Not only is he highly skilled in martial arts and official He was a young master who worshiped the prince, and he was quick in thinking and strategizing. He was also one of the advisers that Emperor Jingguang relied on.
Speaking of Xi Shaoyuan's identity alone, Wei Moyan would not be so surprised, but Xi Shaoyuan once said that he would not participate in the feud between Jianghu and Jianghu. He has nothing to do with the Chonghua Sect and is just the crown prince and young master of Jingguo. Now he has violated the preamble. To help, Wei Moyan was quite different from his usual indifferent and gentle personality, and his resourcefulness made Wei Moyan somewhat scrupulous.
"Qingluan, Shuangtian Village is mostly active in the Central Plains. Do you know Xi Shaoyuan?"
Xia Qingluan turned her face and pretended not to care: "How can we know each other from an official to a thief? I just heard people mention it occasionally."
"Yes." Wei Moyan nodded slightly, closed his eyes and was silent for a moment, "Hall Master Qiao, is Xi Shaoyuan in Luoyang?"
"There is no news yet. According to common sense, it must be in Luoyang. With his status, it is very likely that he will preside over the sects' conference next month on behalf of the Chonghua Sect. This is the time to prepare."
Wei Moyan smiled coldly: "Since he wants to stir up this muddy water, he might as well add another name to the death book of the Palace of Hell. It would be considered a good deed to let the father and son go to hell together."
"Perhaps he got involved in this matter just because we killed people from the imperial court before. It would be best if we could not interfere with each other." Xia Qingluan said in a low voice.
Normally, she would not interfere in any decision, let alone give any advice.
Wei Moyan stared at the ground with his slender eyes: "You rarely speak for others."