Wei Moyan's father, Wei Bugui, had three close friends in his life, one of whom was named Yue Lao.
Yuelao, a hermit known as Sanxian, is said to be able to know destiny and control ghosts and gods. The weapon he uses is the strings of the thousand-year-old ancient harp "Dragon Annihilation".
Since the year when General Lanling Xiao was executed, every year during the Qingming Festival, an important member of the court would die under the string. There were rumors in the world that it was Yue Lao who did it, until one day someone discovered Yue Lao in the desolate desert.
Tombstone. Now that I think about it, maybe the person who killed these people was the only descendant of the Yue Lao in front of me. If it was her, there would be a good reason.
"Okay, I promise to help you get revenge. In exchange, you must serve Poyue Pavilion from now on. Whether you live or die, you will belong to me, Wei Moyan."
The agreement made at that time is still in my ears, as if the first meeting between the two happened yesterday, but I will never see her weak side again. Today, Xia Qingluan is as hard as iron.
"Whether life or death, they all belong to me, Wei Moyan."
"What?" Xia Qingluan didn't hear clearly the low words of the man beside her.
Wei Moyan shook his head: "It's nothing, I just feel that people's hearts are unpredictable. Sometimes, even I can't guess."
The thin rain curtain could not penetrate the delicate atmosphere between the two of them, and they were silent for a while.
In the past six months, things have changed. She is no longer the girl who was overjoyed, angry and easily excited when they first met, and he is no longer as cold and difficult to approach as when they met. However, the alienation between the two is still there, separated by a road called grudges and resentment.
The abyss of rivers and lakes.
"Qingluan, have you ever thought about where you will go after taking revenge?"
"If a great revenge can be avenged, this life will be left to your disposal. This has been promised a long time ago." Xia Qingluan looked in the direction where his eyes were pointing. There was only a hazy mountain scenery, which could not be distinguished.
This life is just for revenge. When everything ends, his life will also end. This is the best ending. And he still has to struggle for the ambition to dominate the world and overturn the mountains and rivers.
"What can I do? Don't talk about what happens in the future. Have you ever listened to what I say now?"
Wei Moyan suddenly changed his tone. Xia Qingluan knew that he was angry because of recent events, because she always took revenge as her primary purpose and never accepted other tasks assigned by him, let alone ascended to the position of Vice-Chairman of Ziwei Hall.
The position of the Lord is at his disposal.
Xia Qingluan sighed softly: "Didn't I say that if you help me get revenge, this life belongs to you."
"That is to say, if it's not me who helps you get revenge, you might follow someone else?"
For some reason, Wei Moyan looked a little disappointed.
She was only following the all-powerful Master of Poyue Pavilion instead of the name Wei Moyan. If it were someone else standing on the top of the clouds, she might not be able to enter her cold eyes at all.
When Xia Qingluan saw him pouring another glass of wine, she subconsciously grabbed it: "Too much wine is harmful to your health."
"So what if it hurts my body?" Wei Moyan sneered, "If I die, you can watch the sun and moon leisurely without any restraints."
"I'm just afraid that you will die too early and no one can help me take revenge."
"Really..." The lie is still true, there is no need to pursue it at all. Life is like this, there are few and many, true and false after a hundred years, it will be nothing more than a handful of loess and a roll of green hair like snow.
Rain curtains fell, and the atmosphere suddenly became cold again.
In fact, Xia Qingluan didn't hate talking to him. To outsiders, he was the aloof and arrogant Master Tian Jue. He was the master of Poyue Pavilion who had subverted countless sects, big and small, in just two years. He was also in the middle of a bloody battle.
The cold-blooded God of Death with an unchanging expression. But to her, he was just a man who liked to sit in the pavilion and drink. In half a year, the frost in his eyes melted into clear water, and his wariness towards her disappeared. How many times did he meet her?
When it comes to life and death, he leaves the only door to death to her to protect.
If he is just Wei Moyan and she is just Xia Qingluan, and neither of them has any hatred or old memories, then there is no doubt that the two of them can live happily ever after. It’s not that they don’t want to spend the vicissitudes of life together, but both of them are dedicated to revenge.
Living in the chaos of the rivers and lakes, one does not know that one day life and death will be uncertain, and heaven and man will be separated forever.
Emotions are a double-edged sword, hurting others 30% and hurting yourself 70%, so people who live for revenge should not love or be loved.
"Pavilion Master." A low and respectful voice sounded from the corner. Lu Hanhai, the master of Taiwei Hall, bowed slightly and glanced at Xia Qingluan as if casually.
Not everyone welcomed this uninvited guest like Wei Moyan. Many of the old members of Poyue Pavilion were somewhat alienated from Xia Qingluan. How could Xia Qingluan not know this?
"I go first."
Wei Moyan wanted to say something but didn't know where to start, so he had to wave his hand and stop.
The elegant white figure passed by, and Lu Hanhai was filled with emotions. In terms of appearance, this woman was carved out of the same mold as Ruan Qingyan, the most beautiful courtesan in Jiangnan at that time. They were equally refined and naturally beautiful, but her whole body
The undisguised hostility is too strong, and the chilling aura does not allow anyone to get even closer. Only the master of the pavilion would take such a scourge for his own use.
"Pavilion Master, I don't understand. The imperial court has always stayed out of Wulin matters. This is a great convenience for us. Why does the cabinet master take the initiative to provoke disputes?"
Last night in Lanling City, nearly a hundred palace guards died tragically in an instant, and their blood flowed into rivers, and all this was done by the pavilion master.
"No reason," Wei Moyan said lightly, "This is the agreement between me and her."
"Miss Hongxian?" Lu Hanhai blurted out.
In the past six months, the cold-blooded and murderous Pavilion Master has made many dangerous moves and made unwise decisions many times, all for the sake of one person - a subordinate of Taiweitang who was given the name "Hongxian"
, Xia Qingluan.
"Please forgive me for speaking frankly. The master of the pavilion has nothing wrong with recruiting talents for the hegemony. It's just that Miss Hongxian has no loyalty to me at Poyue Pavilion. Many of the disciples in the pavilion have criticized her promotion. And..." Lu
Hanhai took a deep breath: "If you want to achieve great things, you must not indulge in the personal affairs of your children, not to mention that the master of the pavilion is married to the master of Zixiu Hall."
"Child-daughter affair?" As if he had heard the funniest thing in the world, Wei Moyan sneered repeatedly, but the expression on his face became more and more gloomy: "It's a waste that you have followed my father and son for two generations, and you can even say such ridiculous things.
Why have I endured six years of hell-like hard training, and why am I still alive today? Is there anyone in Poyue Pavilion who knows better than you? You know very well that women are nothing more than cud dogs to me.
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Lu Hanhai stopped talking.
When the Wei family was wiped out, it was all because of women. From then on, the pavilion master hated all women, even the master of the Ziwei Hall, who was married to his own finger, looked down upon, let alone an embroidered pillow with no appearance.
What's the use of a red string that can dazzle a country or a city? The more beautiful a woman is, the less reliable she is. The master of the pavilion believes this sentence more than anyone else.
After announcing his resignation, Lu Hanhai turned down the stairs. Outside the door, the man who should have left long ago stood quietly, wearing light clothes.