Her only relative has already found a home, so she doesn't need to worry about it. The place where she finally took her in has also disappeared. Xia Qingluan has no plans for how to proceed in the future that has not yet come.
She knew that Xi Shaoyuan had good intentions, but she was Xia Qingluan and Hongxian, a killing tool that had gone through so many years alone. She could never rely on anyone or trust anyone in this life, otherwise, it would be as tragic as now.
Life is worse than death, love is worse than hate.
Cold sweat wetted her eyelashes, and the poison suppressed by the medicine was reviving and swimming in her body. She had to brace herself up to straighten her back and walk slowly. On the spotless white gauze, there were enchanting and ghostly red peonies blooming in layers.
It seemed that I could hear the sound of the wound tearing apart inch by inch.
Xia Qingluan had no memory of the year, month and day. She left Lanling and headed west. She couldn't remember how many days and nights she had walked. She only knew that she had to live. Death was too luxurious for her.
The heavy family feud did not allow her to pass away so easily.
Go west to Jiannan, that person will definitely be able to save her.
With such thoughts, Xia Qingluan ran away all the way, not only to avoid Poyue Pavilion's spies, but also to avoid killers who would never show mercy. They once had the same life as her. Who sent these killers?
It doesn't matter anymore. Whether it's Lu Hanhai or Wei Moyan, their goal is to take her life anyway. He is already an abandoned son and is no longer useful in the chessboard drawn by the world. What does it matter if he kills her?
The first time Mo Heng sword was swung at her, she told herself that she would never trust anyone again. The more heart-warming the oath, the easier it is to be broken. As long as she lives, she is the descendant of Yue Lao, then no one will
If you truly love her and pity her, to others she is just a clue to the mystery and the possibility of holding the world in your hands.
The rain fell and the wind blew, and the quiet and melancholy sound of the flute sounded in the lush bamboo forest of Mianzhu Pass, chasing the staggering white figure.
"Hua Yu?" Xia Qingluan combed her temples that were wet with rain, her face was as pale as her clothes, "If I want you to take action personally, Wei Moyan would be making a fuss out of a molehill."
"I was just ordered to take you back."
To put it nicely, I don’t know how many Poyue Pavilion disciples died at her hands during this pursuit. With Wei Moyan’s character, she was determined not to let her go. Now even Hua Yu, the deputy head of Ziwei Hall who is not easy to come forward, has personally taken action.
Well, I'm afraid I won't take her back to Poyue Pavilion, but to the underworld to re-enter reincarnation.
"After all, it's just an acquaintance. There's no need to say any more useless words."
There was a soft sigh from the top of the building, and the white bamboo flute began to whimper and whistle again.
Xia Qingluan didn't understand music theory and music. She only knew that it was a life-threatening tune. How many people had their hearts beat and their souls lost to this mellow and gentle tune.
Floating life is like mourning, lovesickness turns to ashes, rouge and wine are cold every year, drunken laughter and three thousand happy faces. Flowers bloom beside the pavilion, one night I left my soul and returned to Weiyang, standing in the corridor, forgetting to look back, my green clothes stained with blood.
"Rouge Song."
Hua Yu should not be a killer, but such talent has become a weapon to bury his life. Xia Qingluan will always feel sorry for him in her spare time.
Bamboo leaves flew by, and the thick dark green stained with rainwater was everywhere in the dim night. The small bamboo leaves passed by Xia Qingluan, making the sound of tearing gauze, and every leaf fell to the ground.
The edges were shining with dark red blood, and the white clothes were actually dyed crimson.
He has shown mercy.
"Miss Hongxian, just come back with me. Why bother asking for trouble?" Hua Yu couldn't bear it. Although they didn't have any contact with each other, he didn't hate Hongxian. She just had an indifferent temper. She had never had any feelings for the pavilion master.
With two hearts, how can you say words of betrayal?
Xia Qingluan did not answer. She had reached her limit. Days of running had consumed all her strength, and the poison of Suhelongbai in her body could no longer be suppressed. Her whole body was so cold that she almost lost consciousness, but her skin was as hot as fire.
"Miss Hongxian?" Hua Yu frowned. The Pavilion Master ordered her to be taken back to Poyue Pavilion. He had no intention of harming her, but it seemed that her condition was not very good.
The tall figure in his blurry vision was approaching. Xia Qingluan wanted to avoid it, but was exhausted and fell to the ground.
When he knelt down and tried to help her up, a wisp of light fragrance came from behind him. It seemed like the fragrance of flowers, but also the fragrance of medicine. Hua Yu frowned.
"But people from Poison King Valley?"
Jiannan belongs to the Poison King Valley's sphere of influence. Although it does not participate in the Jianghu affairs, it is a restricted area that all sects dare not touch. Who can stand the days when breathing and eating have to be on guard against poisons? Huayu knows that Ge
The Lord is not afraid of confrontation with anyone, but it is better to avoid it as much as possible.
A dim light gradually came closer in the cold rain. Under the light-colored oil-paper umbrella, an elegant and gentle man had clear eyes, spotless and elegant. Behind him was a young man in black, with a numb and lifeless expression, and radiating odor all over his body.
The little bits of evil charm make people shudder, and the lantern in his hand makes the fair and desolate face look like a ghost.
"What happened at Poyue Pavilion should not dirty the air in Jiannan."
"Young Master has good eyesight. I thought I was well hidden and no one in the world would recognize me." Hua Yu straightened up and put away the flute, looking at the elegant man holding the umbrella with admiration: "If I disturb the Poison King Valley,
I hope you will forgive me for my silence. I have a mission and will leave this place immediately."
The man holding the umbrella didn't seem to intend to intervene. His elegant and luxurious temperament was completely isolated from the blood on the side. Even Hua Yu's polite words turned a deaf ear and he continued to move forward indifferently.
When passing by Xia Qingluan, her hands stuck in the muddy ground suddenly shook, and a small hoarse voice sounded low through the drizzle.
"Brother Yue..."
The indifferent and slender eyes suddenly froze, and the oil-paper umbrella folded to Hua Yu's side.
The young man in black stood warily between the man and Hua Yu. He saw his master staring at the tattoo on the injured woman's hand with a slightly confused look on his face.
On the slender jade wrist, a red Luan bird soared into the sky and was about to fly, but the tail feathers were slightly rough, more like a scar than the smooth stab marks elsewhere.
"Xiao Luan'er?" The jade-like voice was filled with a hint of surprise, and her slender white fingers gently opened Xia Qingluan's black hair that was stuck to her face due to the rain, and pity flashed through her gentle, watery eyes.
"Gang, take her back to the valley."
The young man in black nodded and bent down to hug the woman who was covered in blood. Unexpectedly, a nine-section white jade sword struck him horizontally, forcing him to take a few steps back.
"This young master, although Jiannan is the territory of Duwang Valley, this person is a subordinate of Poyue Pavilion. It seems that you have no right to take her away." Hua Yu lowered her face and stood in front of Xia Qingluan.
"What can you do?"
A burst of strange fragrance floated by, Hua Yu lowered her head, and the jade flute in her right hand moved to her left hand at some point, without even noticing it!
Looking up, the young man in black who had just stood up had a smile on his lips, and the mocking meaning in his eyes was obvious.
Hua Yu took a deep breath. It seemed that she had encountered a difficult character. Even if she went out on her own this time, she would not be able to complete the task of bringing back Hongxian.
The handsome man took the lantern and waited for the young man in black to hold Xia Qingluan firmly before saying hello lightly.
"Go back and tell your pavilion master that this woman is an old friend of Wanqi Haoyue, and we will not tolerate his arbitrariness."