Chapter Thirty-Six: Falling in love and killing each other
"Purple sleeves?"
In the crook of his arm, Zixiu pressed the wound with his teeth clenched, and hot blood gurgled along his fingers.
Zixiu's health has not been very good since she was a child. After so many years of travel and fighting with Wei Moyan, the disease has invaded every inch of her bones. Although this knife did not hurt any vital parts, it was enough to threaten her life.
The woman who has been with him the longest, who understands him best, and who will remain with him until death.
Mo Heng's sword made a trembling cry, and the smooth blade reflected the setting sun, but it looked extremely cold.
This is a rumor that has been circulating since the time of the former alliance leader Wei Bugui. Mo Heng's sword will not be returned to its sheath without bloodshed.
Holding the blood-stained pansy in one hand, he held a sword in the other and pointed it at the enemy. His eyes, as cold as ice and as deep as the abyss, contained no trace of emotion.
This is the real him. Xia Qingluan felt a dull pain in her heart. Who said he didn't care about Zi Xiu? When Mo Heng's sword was pointed at him, did he still remember the vow he made?
Everything is a lie. After all, I am just a pawn of his.
In the silence, there was only the whisper of the wind, like weeping, and something suddenly collapsed.
"I'll give you one last chance to kill him and forget about the past."
Killing the only person who protected her among the enemies on all sides? Xia Qingluan smiled sadly and stood resolutely in front of Xi Shaoyuan.
In a hurry, time has whitened the face, greened the south of the Yangtze River, and changed people's hearts. From fighting side by side to facing each other with swords, it has only been half a year since the sun rose and the moon set.
"Don't ask anything?"
"Need to ask?"
Since he didn't ask, why should he explain himself.
Xia Qingluan puffed up her chest and tried her best not to let him see her weakness. The indifference on her face was as if she was just facing a stranger and had nothing to do with her.
The blade of the sword remained motionless, cutting off the breeze that blew by. The person standing in front of it was just a woman, but it was more indestructible than any armor.
"Get out of the way." Wei Moyan has no retreat. This is his bottom line. He doesn't want to hurt her, and he can't let go of those who try to take her away. Even if he dies, her person and heart can only belong to him!
But all reality can give him is firm eyes and final determination.
The strong smell of blood filled the moist air, and Xi Shaoyuan had lost the ability to react. He could only watch the sword edge pierce into the white gauze inch by inch, but the thin back in front of him did not move at all.
The moment their eyes met, time seemed to be corroded and weathered, standing still.
They came and went in the field of life and death without ever thinking of betrayal or separation. The fate of the two people had long been intertwined. Although neither of them spoke, they had already engraved the other in the most important trajectory of life.
What are those past times?
He could hand her his fatal weakness without warning, and she risked her life to be his shield, never regretting it.
When did those trusts become so fragile and those connections become so strange? Or was it just wishful thinking from the beginning, naively thinking that she was Xia Qingluan in his eyes, not Hongxian?
Xia Qingluan smiled.
The smile is cold, like the withered moon, and confuses all living beings.
It was just a stab wound with a sword, not even a ten thousandth of the heartache.
"Wei Moyan, the biggest mistake I made in this life was trusting you. Your country and your world have nothing to do with me from now on."
The outcome of that sword strike was that both sides were harmed, and the cold and heartless voice broke Wei Moyan's last fantasy.
How do you want him to accept that everything he has silently paid has become a waste? The person who is clearly within his reach has nothing to do with him. In this life, she is the only one who can make his heart beat and give him the joy of living, and this little warmth is nothing.
The white horse has passed by and will disappear into thin air.
The sudden change left everyone at a loss. Lu Hanhai forgot to hide his joy, while Xi Shaoyuan was hesitant to intervene.
Only Zixiu understood the relationship. When she saw Mo Heng's sword stabbing into Xia Qingluan's shoulder, she was so distressed that she could not speak. Their love and hate had nothing to do with Zixiu, but the most painful thing was that they were on the outside.
of her.
Because she knows better than anyone else that what was originally a happy love affair is suddenly turning into a tragic love and death.
"No!" He screamed as if he had exhausted all his life force and broke away from the dead silence. Zixiu pushed Wei Moyan away, and Mo Heng's sword left Xia Qingluan's body with the splash of red. Lu, who wanted to step forward and add another blow,
Han Hai was entangled in purple sleeves and could not escape for a while.
"Let's go! Take her away!"
Xi Shaoyuan woke up as if from a dream, gave a loud whistle, picked up Xia Qingluan by the waist, jumped on his horse, and took advantage of the chaos to leave.
Wei Moyan stood firmly on the spot. The Mo Heng sword was not stained with blood. The clean blade seemed as white as if it had never tasted the slightest bit of fishy sweetness. Only a pool of deep red on the ground proved that a cloud of smoke had passed.
The retreating figure disappeared in the vast sea of flowers.
No one has ever seen the Poyue Pavilion Master like that. His steps were frivolous, his expression was dazed, and he didn't know whose smile he was imitating. His heart was broken.
"Mo Yan, she will not let you down..." Finally unable to bear the pain, Zi Xiu fainted in Lu Hanhai's arms.
Wei Moyan couldn't see who was panicking, covering up, or looking back.
In the center of her eyes and brain, there was only a streak of red and a streak of white. The only color left in the flashy and chaotic world was indifference and coldness, and she would rather lose the world for her.
Half a life spent, the lingering love and hate cut off by one sword were all overturned by one person. A thousand cups of warm wine will not make you drunk, only her smile and grace will make you drunk.
I wanted to settle my grudges and ascend to the top of the pavilion, with the country as matchmaker, Xu Qing stayed with me for the rest of my life, and had no regrets in life or death. Who would have thought that in an instant, we would be so far away from each other, and talk about right and wrong that are no longer relevant.
When Shen Yuqing arrived with Yun Yirong, everything was a foregone conclusion.
"Pavilion Master..." Shen Yuqing couldn't believe that the person in front of him was still the Poyue Pavilion Pavilion Master who was arrogant and arrogant in Kyushu? With such a dull expression and a decadent aura, he was just a lonely man who was frustrated in love.
"Is Miss Hongxian that important to you?"
His erratic steps suddenly stopped and he stood there for a long time, only to end up answering the wrong question.
"Send all the disciples to expand the search area. I must find the person within ten days. I want to see him alive... I want to see his body even if he is dead!"
The trip to Luoyang, the alliance meeting, and Chonghua Young Master, these things are no longer important. If we can't get her back, there will be no Wei Moyan in the world from now on.
Xi Shaoyuan did not return directly to Tianya Xiaoju, but took Xia Qingluan to the medical clinic first.
"Although the wound on this girl's shoulder is deep, it is not serious, but it is the poison in her body. I can't do anything about it, so I can only use some conditioning medicine to temporarily suppress the poison."
The doctor's words made Xi Shaoyuan feel troubled. He was only acquainted with Cheng Xiaobai in Lanling City, but he must not let him get involved in the grievances of the world; Hongxian was not only a repeat murderer of important officials in the court, but also a thorn in the side of the Chonghua Clan and other prestigious families.
, and cannot turn to these two parties for help. How to deal with her becomes a problem.
"There is a wealthy bank in the east of the city. I am an old acquaintance with the owner there. Mr. Xi, could you please ask him to come to the medical clinic?" Xia Qingluan said calmly after being lost in thought for a long time.
Xi Shaoyuan's smile did not diminish, leaving no trace of the thrill just now: "Of course. I will go over right away, and Miss Hongxian will take a rest."
The streets and alleys in Lanling City are intertwined, and Xi Shaoyuan was not very familiar with them. Xi Shaoyuan searched for a long time but could not find Fugui Bank, so he had to dismount and ask around, but the result surprised him greatly.
Everyone says that there is no such thing as a wealthy bank.
After a moment of confusion, Xi Shaoyuan suddenly woke up and immediately rushed back to the hospital. However, Xia Qingluan was no longer there.