"Palace Master Lu, if you have any dissatisfaction in the future, you can express it in front of me. There is no need to be so careful." Xia Qingluan spoke calmly and looked at the rainy scene outside the pavilion, as if what the two of them were talking about was not her.
Lu Hanhai made no secret of his disgust: "Have you heard it? That's just right. I don't need to say more. If you are willing to work for Poyue Pavilion, Lu will have nothing to say. But if you have any evil thoughts,
, Miss Hongxian, I advise you not to seek death."
The last few words of this sentence are very clear, and the meaning is self-evident.
Xia Qingluan just listened and ignored it, still leaning on the railing and listening to the sad rain falling outside.
Are women nothing more than stupid dogs to him? He is definitely no exception. It's ridiculous that he still guesses his intentions at will. No matter how gentle his eyes are or how trusting he is, they are just a show on his own to hold the world in his hands and look down upon Liuhe.
That's all. After all, how many people can be trusted in this turbulent world? I'm afraid, even I can't trust myself.
He raised his head and sighed softly.
Sure enough, no matter what time of year, this constant rain can make people feel upset.
On the spacious stone platform, two figures, white and navy blue, sometimes intersected and sometimes entangled, and the faint sound of metal colliding could be heard.
Xia Qingluan tightened the dragon string and deliberately used a flaw. Shen Yuqing followed closely, knowing that it was a trick to lure the enemy but still went ahead. He was confident that if the opponent was Hongxian, he could easily break through it with less than seven points of strength.
Sure enough, although the slender dragon string blocked Shen Yuqing's knife, it was vulnerable to the powerful force, forcing Xia Qingluan to retreat continuously, and saw blood coming from the blade.
There was a crisp sound, and the flying wine glass knocked Shen Yuqing's knife a few points away. It slanted past Xia Qingluan's left shoulder, and a wisp of clouds floated to the ground.
"It's just a discussion, there's no need to be so aggressive."
The man sitting lazily on the attic on the second floor had a swaying look in his eyes, and seemed a little empty without the wine glass in his hand.
Lu Hanhai raised his lips slightly and said with disdain: "Pavilion Master, the disciples in the pavilion have always followed the rules of martial arts and never stop at the point. If you are injured, you can only blame yourself for being too weak."
The sword has no eyes. If you are facing an enemy, who will always help you?
"Come again." Xia Qingluan gritted her teeth and pulled the dragon string again.
Wei Moyan put down the wine bottle heavily, and the loud sound made everyone's hearts tremble: "That's enough. We're not strong enough. If we compete for ten rounds, we'll just lose. No matter how tough your temper is, can you be stronger than the enemy's weapons?"
Seeing Xia Qingluan lowering her head, Wei Moyan knew that she was unwilling.
In fact, no matter how bad the martial arts is, it doesn't matter. In the past ten years, almost all the enemies who can be killed have been killed. Those who can't be killed, don't they still have themselves? Since they have chosen to stand together, why should they be so alienated.
"Qingluan."
Hearing the call, Xia Qingluan had no choice but to put away the dragon string. As she moved lightly, a plain white figure had already jumped onto the pavilion and stood beside Wei Moyan.
Qingluan.
In the entire Poyue Pavilion or the entire Jianghu, Wei Moyan is the only one who can call her that, and the others can only call her Hongxian. But he calls everyone else by their first name, at most he calls her by the Jianghu name with a little politeness.
Even the master of Zixiu Hall, who comes from the same sect and has been married since childhood, is just called Zixiu.
"Proud because of favor." Shen Yuqing sneered, and the light of the sword flashed across her face like a show off.
The sound was neither loud nor quiet, but it was enough for all the disciples around the stone platform to hear clearly. For a while, many people lowered their heads and snickered and talked.
Naturally, the two people in the cabinet could also hear it.
Two blazing eyes were fixed on Shen Yuqing. In an instant, it was like the weight of mountains. Shen Yuqing couldn't help but turn pale. It seemed that he had said too much just now.
"Forget it," Xia Qingluan calmly pressed Wei Moyan's clenched fist and shook her head lightly: "I'm no better than him, but my skills are inferior to others."
Compared with ordinary people, Xia Qingluan may be considered a master, but if we look at the enemies faced by the entire Jianghu and Poyue Pavilion, there are countless masters who can easily kill her. She is still too weak, even against the deputy. Shen Yuqing, who has the worst martial arts among the hall leaders, has already lost nine out of nine battles.
If she wants revenge and is qualified to guard the door of death for him, she must become stronger.
"Master Zixiu Hall." Xia Qingluan suddenly turned around and clasped her fists in front of the master of Ziwei Hall, who was dressed in pansy clothes, and said with great respect, "Hongxian has a merciless request."
"You don't have to be so formal. Miss Hongxian, just ask if you want anything." The woman in pansy slightly nodded her head, her words were gentle and elegant, and she couldn't tell that this was the most talked-about first female general of Poyue Pavilion. Zixiu is known as the number one killer in the world who has never failed.
"Xia Qingluan wants to ask the master of Zixiu Hall to teach martial arts."
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
As we all know, Hongxian is Yue Lao's only disciple. The rules of the world are that she can only have one master in her life. This means that in this life, Hongxian can only explore the way of martial arts on her own and can no longer accept others as her master. Now she wants to hire someone. Teaching martial arts is equivalent to inviting a teacher, but both the pavilion master Wei Moyan and the hall master Zixiu are apprenticed to Old Man Wuya. Old Man Wuya has only one disciple in his life, Zixiu, and Wei Moyan is qualified only because he is the grandson of Old Man Wuya. After obtaining his mantle, Zixiu Yu Hongxian's identity is neither a fellow sect nor a master, which can be said to be neither fish nor fowl.
Moreover, Old Man Wuya’s skills are unpredictable and his skills are never taught to outsiders. Zi Xiu also became Old Man Wuya’s only disciple by virtue of being the daughter-in-law of the Wei family. How could an outsider teach him at will with just one sentence? of?
Although he knew that the relationship between Xia Qingluan and the pavilion master was extraordinary, Zi Xiu did not dare to make an easy decision as it related to the master's sect, so he had to look at Wei Moyan.
"Why did you suddenly think of this?" Wei Moyan stood up and stood next to Zixiu. The two men's sharp breaths made Xia Qingluan's expression froze.
The dragon is majestic and majestic, and the phoenix is stunningly beautiful, poetic and picturesque.
The only thing that can be praised by others is the beautiful appearance passed down from his mother, and this skin is not any more outstanding than the purple sleeves. It can only be said that both of them have their own charms, and it is difficult to say whether they are superior or inferior. But when it comes to status, In terms of temperament, one is born in a martial arts family and has been with Wei Moyan for more than ten years. The other is a vulgar fan who has been living in the market after the house was ransacked. The difference between Zixiu and Zixiu is probably difficult to achieve in this life.
It's not that Xia Qingluan is used to feeling inferior, it's just that she really can't find any sense of superiority when facing Zi Xiu.
Only a woman like Zi Xiu, who is both civilized and martial, as graceful as an immortal, is worthy of him, who is known as Tian Jue Gongzi.
"Qing Luan?" Wei Moyan frowned. The woman in front of him was in a daze because he didn't know what he was thinking.
Xia Qingluan came back to her senses and was a little flustered, but quickly regained her usual composure.
"There is no special reason. If you want to take revenge, you must naturally become stronger. Someone between the enemy and me must die."
"Since I promised you revenge, I will definitely do it. Why are you so impatient? Even if you can't defeat me, you still have me." Seeing that she still insisted, Wei Moyan could only sigh helplessly.
"Zixiu is weak and inconvenient to work hard. How about I teach you?"