Xia Qingluan's words to ask for advice just now shocked everyone, and Wei Moyan's words in front of them made everyone even more unbelievable.
Old Man Wu Ya possesses world-shattering kung fu. He only taught his grandson for six years and he became the Pavilion Master of Poyue Pavilion who is now famous in Jiuzhou. This kind of martial arts is naturally passed down within the family but not to outsiders. Even the Master of Purple Sleeve Pavilion has only been exposed to it.
It’s just my grandson’s wife’s glory.
But what kind of status does Hongxian have? He can be taught by the pavilion master himself without being an apprentice?
Even Xia Qingluan himself couldn't believe it.
"What, you don't want to?"
It would be best if he could teach me personally. However, if he is careful with his calculations, would he plan to suffer a loss?
Xia Qingluan pondered for a moment, then raised his head, fearless and determined: "As long as I can achieve my goal, I am willing to do anything."
"You have no chance to regret it. If you want to stay with me, you will have to stay with me until you die - no, even if you go to poverty and fall into hell, you will still stay with me."
The wind passes without leaving a trace, so how can it be forgotten?
If this was a common conversation, I don't know how many women would be heartbroken, and how many beauties would be blushing. Unfortunately, this is a world where killings are endless, and the speaker is Wei Moyan.
"Miss Hongxian, since the master of the pavilion has promised to teach in person, it can't be false. The martial arts performance in three months is worth looking forward to." Zi Xiu's soft voice broke the tense atmosphere. This time, there was no discussion at all.
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After the martial arts performance, Wei Moyan returned to the pavilion on the fifth floor as usual. There was a pot of light wine in front of him, a mountain scenery, a door behind him, and he was dressed in plain white.
"If you have anything to say, just ask."
He knew that Xia Qingluan must have doubts about his decision.
"Who in the world doesn't know that Pavilion Master Wei is careful and careful in everything he does, and his mysterious martial arts are the foundation of Poyue Pavilion's proud existence to this day. To teach it to outsiders so easily is suspicious both emotionally and rationally."
"Why are you suspicious?" Wei Moyan leaned lightly on the railing, tapping the rim of the wine glass with his slender fingers, and the tinkling sound seemed to carry an exciting melody.
"Each sect's kung fu has its flaws, and the same applies to the Wei family's kung fu. I brought you back to Poyue Pavilion because of your special status as the successor of Yue Lao. If you can get the best Qi Sect formation in the world to protect the Death Gate,
, I believe that there are not many people in the world who can hurt me in the slightest."
Xia Qingluan gave a wry smile, this person really does not do anything to lose money.
"It goes without saying that protection is a given. With your cultivation level, few people can hurt you even without me guarding you. But if I improve my martial arts, I am afraid that the most dangerous person is you. You are really not afraid that one day
Will I turn against you?"
"The worst thing is death. What's more -" the crisp knocking sound suddenly stopped, Xia Qingluan's vision dimmed, she raised her head and looked into those soul-stirring eyes: "I can't think of any reason why you would betray me.
"
Xia Qingluan subconsciously turned to the side, feeling uncomfortable being looked at like this.
"Afraid of me?" Wei Moyan stretched out his hand to stop the person who was hiding, and then pulled him back in front of him: "Didn't you say that you are willing to do anything as long as you can achieve your goal? You are just standing by my side, there is no need to be so resistant."
"Afraid? What's so scary? I just don't like being too close to others." Xia Qingluan tried to push Wei Moyan away with a cold face, but was grabbed by the wrist. The half-inch-long ugly scar on her left wrist was exposed to the two of them.
before.
An overwhelming amount of gray memories flooded into my mind.
The fire burned through the night sky, and the towering door wall collapsed. The blood in the courtyard and the moans of despair filled the eyes and ears. The face that had been smiling and laughing not long ago suddenly lost all signs of life and lay cold on the ground.
I don’t remember who hugged me and crawled out of the dog hole. The person holding my brother in the front had gone away, and behind me, my mother was filled with tears and reluctance, and her sad smile was dimly visible in the firelight.
The running all the way was like a lost dog, no, at all.
Someone held herself and ran for two days and two nights, and finally collapsed in a muddy puddle from exhaustion. The chasing officers and soldiers raised torches, leaving this ugly scar on her slender wrist.
At that time, she was only six years old and looked at the group of people fiercely, and kept shouting in her heart: kill them, kill them, kill them...
"Let me go!"
At that moment, Wei Moyan saw panic in her eyes, and her usual calmness and indifference suddenly collapsed, and she felt heartbroken for no reason.
"Qingluan, it's over, it's over."
Yes, it's all over. Aren't those people all dead? All that's left is this disgusting scar. Xia Qingluan's hands trembled slightly, and her childhood memories have become her eternal sorrow, like a bad disease.
Attacks are difficult to control.
A trace of warmth covered the scar.
"Like a Luan bird, just like your name."
Xia Qingluan raised his head. His eyes had never been gentler before. They were not at all like the ruthless man who stood in the pavilion and looked down upon the world.
"Everyone you want to kill will die, I promise. You are no longer Xiao Qingluan, nor Xiao Shouqiu's daughter. You are Hongxian Xia Qingluan, the killer of Poyue Pavilion, the person who will protect me behind you for the rest of your life.
"
lifetime……
How many years can this life last? Amidst the flash of swords and the bloody wind, how many people can laugh until their heads turn white? Xia Qingluan laughed dumbly.
"Wei Moyan, I just killed a few people who are insignificant to you, but I want to promise you a lifetime. This deal is really a good deal. But you have never thought that you and I have been lingering for revenge until now, and our hands have already been stained with countless things.
A person's blood debt cannot escape the fate of being killed throughout his life. Either you die first, or I die first. Whose life are you talking about?"
"It's yours and it's mine."
Wei Moyan lowered his eyebrows and lightly touched the uneven scars with his fingertips, as if he could read distant memories from them.
"Only you know my weakness, and you are the only one who can protect me from behind. If I don't die, I will do my best to keep you safe, and I will never let you go before me. If I die first, I will also
I will not leave you alone, even under the underworld, you will be my guardian of the underworld."
Inseparable from each other, life and death depend on each other. Although they are not born in the same way, they will die together.
His words are always so ambiguous, which has led many people to mistakenly think that the names Wei Moyan and Hongxian are destined to be married. Probably only those who have dealt with him will understand that he will always only consider himself, everything.
A man who aims at revenge will not be passionate about any woman.
Xia Qingluan finally chose to leave silently.
Even if she spends her entire life, she will never be able to get into that man's heart. How many women are addicted to his cold determination and arrogance, how many women have repeatedly guessed but are still rejected by him. His tenderness, his compassion,
It's just because I am an important chess piece guarding his life and death.
"Like a Luan bird, just like your name."
For some reason, this sentence was particularly vivid in my memory. Xia Qingluan's fingers traced the scar on his wrist, and his body temperature vaguely remained on the skin, just on this ugly dark red patch.
Qingluan, all the luanfeng in the world.
I can’t remember whether my father or mother gave me this name, but now that I think about it, it sounds very nice, and even the scar doesn’t feel ugly anymore.