Bai Xiu's slender fingers shook, and the wine cup, which was as delicate as fat, fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Even without looking, you know what his face looks like.
The sound of rain hitting the glass suddenly became louder, drowning out the deliberately calm breathing and heartbeat. There was no movement or eye contact.
"You are the only person in this world who is more ruthless than me."
There was a hint of coldness in the calm voice, which seemed to be a bit sarcastic.
He originally thought that Xia Qingluan was here to answer him, and he was secretly happy, but God played a cruel joke on him. It was rare for the woman he loved the most to take the initiative to ask, and it turned out to be the most hurtful question.
"I thought I knew you very well, but in the end, I didn't understand you the least. Along the way from Shuangtian Village, you will never imagine how much I have sacrificed and given up. You will only lower your head and guard your obsession.
, never willing to look up at my outstretched hand. I will also be tired and feel tired. Why can't you give me a little bit of your life? Why do you push me to others?"
Wei Moyan sighed longly. He was really tired. He had waited too long and stayed too long. What he got was still that indifferent face, neither cold nor hot, neither far nor near.
"I'm just asking you when you plan to get married." Still indifferent as if it was none of his own business.
No matter how much he said, it was of no use. Xia Qingluan could not care about anything else now. If Zixiu was really going to die soon, then at least she could fulfill her wish in the last days of her life.
She still has a lifetime to deal with him, and in the short future that Zi Xiu cannot see, without him, such a stunning beauty with unparalleled beauty, how can she willingly drink Meng Po soup by the bridge?
Xia Qingluan promised Zixiu not to tell anyone, but that didn't mean that she would stand by and watch the people who treated her tenderly end up lonely. Indifference does not mean heartlessness. She can take people's lives without changing her expression, but for people who are kind to her
She would never retaliate for kindness, let alone do such things to steal love.
Although, my heart has been cut to pieces.
"Even if I am a widow for three lifetimes, I will never marry a woman I don't love."
A bolt of thunder illuminated the mountains and fields, and in the silver light, his expression was as cold as ice.
"Then, at least be nice to her. She is very important to you. No matter how you deny it, it is a fact."
"...So what?" The two sword eyebrows frowned. To him, Zi Xiu was the person who would never betray him. Perhaps, he was the person who believed in him and understood him the most in the world. Naturally, this was very important. This was related to whether he was a man.
It doesn't matter if she's a woman. It's just that Wei Moyan doesn't understand why she suddenly said these things. It's not her style to worry about other people's affairs, and she already knew about Zi Xiu, so why did she bring it up at this time?
There were times when he couldn't guess what she was thinking.
Xia Qingluan didn't have high expectations for their marriage. It would be enough if he could spend more affection on Zixiu.
"Don't you always want me to take over the position of deputy head of Ziwei Hall? I am willing, but the condition is that I will choose the tasks."
Ziweitang is responsible for carrying out tasks such as assassinating spies. Because Huayu is rarely in the pavilion, and Zixiu is often ill and cannot go out. Wei Moyan wanted her to be the deputy hall leader earlier. At that time, Xia Qing
Luan was bent on revenge and did not want to take on trivial matters, so he had always refused to agree. But now, in order to be able to stay away from him by taking advantage of the mission, he actually took the initiative to apply for a job.
This conversation was quite boring. Xia Qingluan's evasive words made Wei Moyan feel a little at a loss, and it became increasingly difficult to guess what she was thinking.
The wine cup is broken, the wine pot is empty, and the words are lost.
There were bursts of thunder, and the dark pavilion was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water. Only two figures, one black and one white, stood silently, not knowing what they were paying homage to.
————————————————————————Many people were missing from the originally not very lively pavilion, and it became extremely deserted for a while. The comrades didn't know where they were and what kind of world they encountered. All the disciples lost their smiles, and a faint cloud of sadness and depression enveloped the towering vermilion attic.
"From now on, the host will no longer be assigned to various errands. I will issue orders directly." Lu Hanhai's self-respect and even rebellion forced Wei Moyan to consider the issue of power concentration. Although it would lead to an increase in trivial matters, at least doing so could reduce the risk of another civil strife. risk.
The disciples in front of the pavilion also understood this truth, and stood at attention with an expression that was almost worshipful and fearful, waiting for the unprecedented personnel changes.
"Suppressing the rebels is a credit. Deputy Hall Master Shen's head will be stored for now. I don't want to see anyone end up like Lu Hanhai again. Jiuhe has made great progress this year. He was transferred from Tianshi Hall to Ziwei Hall to work with Hua Hanhai. Yu Bing serves as the deputy hall master. If there is no need, Zixiu will not need to take action personally in the future, and will focus on conditioning and nourishing."
Zixiu was slightly shocked, but Xia Qingluan on the other side breathed a sigh of relief - to some extent, he had shown that Zixiu had a special identity that was different from others. However, did Jiuhe become the deputy head of Ziwei Hall? Does he no longer have expectations for himself?
Anyway, she didn't want to get involved in too many irrelevant feuds.
"Young Master." The black figure sitting in the pavilion called out calmly, "The position of deputy head of Taiwei Hall will be handed over to you. Now the Chonghua Sect has formed an alliance with various sects, and the imperial court has comprehensively suppressed it. As a member of the Ten As the main force of the Second Branch, you know what you want to do."
"I understand." Shaozai knelt down on one knee and smiled flattered at the woman in white next to the pavilion master, like a young boy reporting good news to his relatives.
Although his strength is not enough to carry the entire Taiwei Hall, Shaozai secretly vowed that even if he spends his whole life, he will become a subordinate that the master can trust with confidence, and protect the two people he respects most in his heart until death.
His indifferent eyebrows were lowered, and the wine glass on the table became a casual plaything.
"Taiweitang will be led by Qingluan from now on. Anyone who is not convinced can invite her to fight at any time."
Xia Qingluan turned her head sharply.
Taiwei Hall is the most important of the three halls. Even if his martial arts skills are greatly improved by his personal teaching, she can't convince everyone because of her connections. The most important thing is that if she becomes the leader of Taiwei Hall, she must accompany him day and night. There is no possibility of escape.
Yes, he didn't allow her to escape at all.
The meeting did not take long, but it was enough to make the uncrowned king who almost overturned the martial arts fall in love for many years and sink into the sea of evil. In the loneliness of life, if you wish to win someone's heart and stay together forever, you will betray the world and step into the world of mortals forever. Shura also did not hesitate.
One day he will let her understand that his obsession will never change until death. The road to Huangquan, the blue sky, the water of Forgotten River, and the Three Life Stones, once she broke into her heart, there is no possibility of leaving. The vicissitudes of life will never change.
"Qingluan, I will let you see how the prosperous and prosperous world is dyed black, and everything you hate will eventually be burned away by the flames of heaven. By then..."
That smile was as light as plain snow, but it fascinated the world, so many years later that the elderly Poyue Pavilion disciples could not forget it for the rest of their lives.
——————————————————————————In July of the 21st year of Jingrun, Poyue Pavilion swept the martial arts world with a devastating force in just two years after its establishment.
Due to internal rebellions, the personnel and strength were greatly reduced. Under the impact of the alliance dominated by the Chonghua Sect, the pace of unifying the world was temporarily delayed for the first time.
In August of the same year, the Pavilion Master of Poyue Pavilion reorganized his troops. Zixiu, the most scandalous killer in the world, began to fade out of people's sight. Hongxian, known as Xiansha, became the successor to Lu Hanhai, the former master of Taiwei Hall.
After that, he was the person most valued by Wei Moyan, the master of Poyue Pavilion.
Soon after, one of the disciples who was expelled from Poyue Pavilion revealed that Hongxian was the only disciple of Yue Lao, and he had a shocking secret that "if you find the secret, you can conquer the world."
The desire to reach the pinnacle of glory above human beings has made many people and organizations ready to take action, targeting the owner of the thing called Xuanji that no one has ever seen and Poyue Pavilion, and a more turbulent battle in the world has begun.
But no one knew at this time how tragic a love-hate relationship would be.
The first volume of "The Country Is Not Like Three Thousand Strings" is completed and the second volume of "Lanling Misty Rain" has been opened after years of love and hate. Welcome to continue to enter this seven-year-long love affair...