In the 21st year of Jingrun, Jingguo experienced natural and man-made disasters, internal and external troubles, and it was the most turbulent year in the more than 400 years since the founding of the People's Republic of China.
Heavy rains in the south of the Yangtze River caused disasters, and the people were displaced and starved everywhere; the evil cults in the southern part of the country started a rebellion and instigated the border people to cause trouble; the King of Xiliang colluded with the foreign invaders to raise troops to rebel, and marched straight into the Central Plains.
It was chaos up and down.
However, the chaos is not limited to the government and the people. The martial arts world, which has been divided for more than ten years, has also faced unprecedented catastrophe.
The sudden rise of Poyue Pavilion swept across all directions, occupying one-third of the power in the world in two years, forcing the various sects headed by the Chonghua Sect to form an alliance to save themselves. During the turmoil, the internal strife of Poyue Pavilion was declining, and the leader of the Chonghua Sect
Xi Yingfeng took the opportunity to launch various sects southward to attack the Poyue Pavilion headquarters outside Lanling City.
However, these self-proclaimed and upright people are unwilling to use their full strength. Firstly, although Poyue Pavilion's strength has been greatly reduced, it still has room for improvement. Secondly, everyone wants to save a hand to fight for something more important in the future.
Mystery.
Decades ago, Yue Lao, a god who roamed the world, claimed to possess mysteries, and whoever gets the mysteries will conquer the world. Hong Xian, the new master of Taiwei Hall in Poyue Pavilion, is the only clue to find the mysteries. Yue Lao's only descendant, Xia Qing
Luan.
This news was spread by Ling Tian, a disciple who was expelled from Po Yue Pavilion. It is highly credible. In exchange for knowing the inside story of Po Yue Pavilion, Ling Tian naturally became a guest of Chonghua Sect and a member of the alliance of various factions.
The important staff member who attacked Poyue Pavilion was so important that no one mentioned his former name, Shao Fu.
When everyone thought that Poyue Pavilion could no longer resist, the Pavilion Master Wei Moyan once again made the world understand what it means to be stunning, stunning, and invincible.
Overnight, three of the top five most powerful sects in the alliance were severely damaged by surprise attacks, and even the leader of the Huaxiao Sect lost his life.
To draw fuel from the bottom of the cauldron and attack the enemy unprepared, only Poyue Pavilion, known as the evil sect, has such decision-making and strength, and only Wei Moyan is not afraid of making enemies of the whole world and looking down on all living beings.
"The Huaxiao Sect has withdrawn from the alliance, and other sects have also loosened up. There should be no way to attack on a large scale in a short period of time. However, the manpower shortage in the cabinet must be made up as soon as possible. In addition to the Central Plains branch, there are also many personnel from the other eleven branches.
Loss, continuing like this is definitely not a long-term solution.”
It is late autumn, the mornings and nights are slightly cold, and the room with the windows open every day is filled with damp coolness, and the black and white figure looks even more desolate.
"Let Jiuhe Huayu all come back. Now that they have strengthened their guard, it is difficult to attack them. It is enough to achieve the goal." Xuan Yi was like ink, and his voice was calm and without any waves.
The woman dressed in snow-like clothes beside her has an indifferent gaze, and the red luan bird tattoo on her left wrist is fluttering and about to fly, which is lifelike.
One is the most feared existence in the world, and the other is an existence that countless people are trying to fight for with their lives. But now, he is protecting her, and she is standing firmly behind him, cutting off all attempts to destroy the two.
The light and shadow of human swords.
"Qingluan," only when he called this name, he would show a hint of gentleness, "I plan to go to Southern Xinjiang and Baiyue next month. Is your health okay?"
"It has been three months, and some minor injuries have already healed."
"That's good."
Wei Moyan had always been very concerned about her injuries, not because they were serious, but...but because that sword was the reason why he was injured. At that time, she sacrificed herself in front of Xi Shaoyuan and provoked him to draw his sword. If
From another perspective, she was the one who swung the sword, and she could never bear it.
Whether you are swinging a sword at a loved one or being stabbed by him, the pain is enough to destroy the world.
The slightly guilty look in his eyes made Xia Qingluan very uncomfortable. He was an unparalleled overlord who could rule the country with one sword. He would not be moved even if he killed the wrong person, but he was so special to himself. The more Wei Moyan was like this, the more she felt.
Two people who want to retreat and carry huge hatred are not qualified to think about love or not. What's more, there is someone more suitable to stand beside him than her, that quiet and peerless childhood sweetheart.
"I'm going to send someone to make preparations - the master of Purple Sleeve Hall has not been very well these days. Let's go and take a look when you have time."
Until the white figure left his sight, he didn't answer even a word. Both of them were used to this kind of silence anytime and anywhere.
Overturning the country, overturning the world, and countless dead souls wailing at his feet could not stop him from becoming the king. He was destined to be the final winner in all corners of the world.
However, there was only one word of love that he had never overcome.
He once thought that he could be alone all his life, neither loving nor hating, with a dead heart, so that he could see everything clearly, but after meeting her, everything was shattered. The snow-white and blood-red blood seeped into his blood and could no longer be removed.
The funny thing is that she only treats him as a stranger.
The world is so vast, and he is known as Tian Jue Gongzi. He has everything but a sincere heart.
And that must be the case for that person.
When he turned around and stumbled around, the cold elegance was shattered all over the ground.
————————————————————————The cold air begins to rise in autumn, old illnesses and new injuries are intertwined, and Zixiu, who has always been strong, has to lie in bed to recuperate. Yunyi
Rong has prescribed several medicines to regulate qi and pulse, but it also shows that these serious infirmities are difficult to eradicate, and they can only be treated day by day. Don't overwork yourself, especially don't work too hard.
But seeing that the relationship between the two people was becoming more and more distant, how could she not worry about it?
The door was pushed open through a gap, and the bright sunlight that had not been seen for a long time poured into the bedside, hitting the center of her eyebrows. The dazzling light made it difficult to look straight.
However, you don't need to look to know who is coming.
In the entire Poyue Pavilion, he was the only one who could break into anyone's room without any scruples. He was as domineering as a child.
"Didn't you ask the doctor's wife to take care of you? Why don't you see her?" A dark figure with a moist smell walked into the room, with a hint of impatience in his eyes.
From the beginning, he didn't want to take Yun Yirong back to Poyue Pavilion. If he hadn't been angry with Xia Qingluan, he wouldn't have accepted a woman who was an eyesore.
"The young master of the Cheng family sent someone to ask her to come over for a diagnosis. I saw that there was nothing to do in the pavilion, so I let her go. After all, she is not a member of the world, so let her go where she can be more relaxed."
Xiu coughed twice, and his face turned darker again. He was about to get out of bed and pour a cup of tea, but unexpectedly, his body-warming coat was draped over his back.
The person beside the bed didn't say anything, his handsome brows wrinkled slightly, and his tone was still dull: "When you are sick, you are no better than usual. If you have time to worry about others, it is better to take care of yourself."
In his memory, this was the first time he cared about her.
The usually graceful Zixiu was also in a state of confusion. Two red clouds appeared on her sickly face, and she was so frightened that she couldn't even speak.
"I will go to the south next month. There are quite a lot of capable people there. Leave the matters in the pavilion to Shen Yuqing as much as possible. Otherwise, do everything yourself. You will be exhausted and she will blame me again."
The rosy complexion that had just appeared suddenly faded into gray.
It turns out it was just for the red string.
"Don't worry, I know your body best. It's all a disease, it's nothing serious."
"Um."
After a faint reply, Wei Moyan stood up and left. He wanted to be nice to people other than Xia Qingluan, and wanted to care about this woman who had always been by his side, but he couldn't.
The heart that can take over the world can only accommodate one person.
The room returned to a cold tone, and the coat on his back gradually lost its body temperature. Zi Xiu sighed and couldn't help coughing.
She shouldn't expect things that she shouldn't expect. It's just his movements and eyes that always easily disturbed her calmness. After several struggles, she fell deeper and deeper.
We must put an end to the pain of missing each other. Even if we die, we must not be an obstacle to those two people.
There was another bout of violent coughing, and the tears rolled down after the coughing, and there was a hint of sweetness in the throat.
He lowered his hand, and the inside of his palm was filled with bright red.