"What nonsense are you talking about? Come back to Cheng Mansion immediately!"
Even though she was reluctant to give up, she could no longer talk to her brother in detail at this moment. Xia Qingluan was worried that Cheng Xiaobai would anger Wei Moyan, and no one would be able to end it at that time.
However, Cheng Xiaobai didn't understand her painstaking efforts, and instead became more stubborn: "Sister, if you don't go back with me today, we won't leave!"
Xia Qingluan frowned: "You? Who else?"
The person sitting in the carriage shook his head helplessly. This kid had accidentally stirred a hornet's nest without knowing the inside story. Last time, he almost killed someone just by escorting Hongxian back to Poyue Pavilion. There is no telling what trouble will happen this time. But since everything has been said
He had no choice but to go out, so he had no choice but to step out of the carriage.
"Pavilion Master Wei, Miss Hongxian, long time no see."
A bright and handsome face that was noble but not arrogant appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and everyone's voices fell silent in an instant.
Xi Shaoyuan has been out and about all year round and is not a new face. Seeing the young master of the Chonghua Sect standing peacefully in front of the Poyue Pavilion, everyone was surprised. Not to mention the turbulent relationship between the Chonghua Sect and the Poyue Pavilion.
Xi Shaoyuan's previous actions of helping his father suppress his opponent. Just saying that the Hongxian Hall Master went to war with the Pavilion Master three months ago for this person is enough to make him die without a burial place. How can he still have the courage to show up again?
The originally peaceful atmosphere suddenly changed, and a faint killing intent seemed to be present, but it was clearly felt by the people around him.
"Is Mr. Xi here to repay the person who hurt me last time with his life?"
"It was an accident to hurt the Master of Purple Sleeve Hall that day. I think Pavilion Master Wei shouldn't be so stingy, right?"
Cheng Xiaobai didn't know what happened before, but these words were enough to scare the hearts of other people in the world.
Is Yun Zixiu, the master of Ziwei Pavilion, an ordinary person? Not only has he been personally passed down by Wuya, a relic of the world, but his weird kung fu makes people shudder. He is also the childhood sweetheart who is married to Wei Moyan, the master of Poyue Pavilion, and has built a great empire with him.
, their contribution is indispensable. Zixiu and Hongxian, these two are the women that Wei Moyan values the most, and anyone who touches them may be killed.
Zixiu, who came to see him off, naturally couldn't watch the matter escalate. After all, the other party was Hongxian's younger brother and his close friend. The last conflict was entirely due to Lu Hanhai's conspiracy. In the final analysis, it was just a misunderstanding.
"Pavilion Master, my injury is not serious. Besides, there was a reason for what happened that day. It is not appropriate to kill him rashly." The woman in pansy clothes whispered beside Wei Moyan, while Xi Shaoyuan forcefully pulled Xiao Bai back to his side, blocking his way.
"Stop making trouble. If this continues, not only will your sister not be able to go back, but both of us will be buried here together." Although the smile on his face did not change, there was an unquestionable command in Xi Shaoyuan's tone, "
I’ll tell you more about it when I get back.”
The whisper did not escape Wei Moyan's ears. His long and thin fingers brushed the purple-sleeved bun, and with a seemingly casual wave, a ray of blue light shot out.
"careful!"
Xi Shaoyuan quickly picked up Cheng Xiaobai and jumped to the side. Where he was standing just now, the intact jade beads were deeply embedded in the soil. He actually took off the beads on the purple-sleeved hairpin and used it as a weapon. It was so casual but extremely powerful.
, even Xi Shaoyuan couldn't help but be more vigilant.
Seeing Wei Moyan take action, Xia Qingluan could no longer hold back. He got off his horse and stood in front of him, kneeling on one knee with his black silk hanging very low: "Young Master Wuchen is not from the world of martial arts. He doesn't understand many things. Please show your respect, sir."
Let him live."
She was so arrogant that she was willing to kneel in front of her. I don't know how much endurance it took, and I don't know if it was just for her brother Cheng Xiaobai, or if it had something to do with Xi Shaoyuan, who looked calm.
"Get up." The cold voice was impatient and seemed to be mixed with a trace of anger.
The intense red color under the horse still refused to get up, and stubbornly knelt on the ground. Everyone could see the forbearance conveyed by the trembling of his shoulders and back.
She is Hongxian! The leader of Taiwei Hall, who has an unrivaled status in Poyue Pavilion and can only be approached by that person, is a ruthless murderer who once had the reputation of Xian Kill, and is the only person he treats tenderly.
Such a person is now kneeling in front of her in public, begging for forgiveness, with her head bowed more proudly than anyone else, and no one can see her expression.
Everyone looked nervously at the handsome and charming face like a god and demon. The expression in the two dark cold eyes changed several times, and finally returned to calm.
"Since there are two hall masters interceding for you two, I will not go into details today. Cheng Xiaobai, remember, you are a descendant of the Cheng family and she is a subordinate of Poyue Pavilion. There is no relationship between the two of you. No matter what
Life or death, Xia Qingluan belongs to me, no one can take her away." His eyes, which were colder than his voice, were cruelly shot at Cheng Xiaobai, and the huge sense of oppression made Mr. Wuchen's expression change with excitement just a moment ago.
He was so pale that he couldn't say another word.
Is this the Pavilion Master of Poyue Pavilion, the most ruthless and unfathomable existence among those rumored to be far away from him? For the first time in his life, Cheng Xiaobai experienced what powerlessness and despair are. If this is Jianghu, it would be too cruel.
He couldn't fight against the man in front of him who was as strong as a god and demon and as cold as ice. Even if his only relative sacrificed his dignity and knelt in front of that man for his own sake, it made him feel so distressed that he wanted to destroy the world. The boundless fear and powerlessness still made him feel...
He stood firmly at the starting point, staring blankly at the dazzling layers of red clothes on the ground.
"Xiao Bai?" Xi Shaoyuan's bewildered expression, as if he had lost his soul, shocked Xi Shaoyuan. Facing a strong man who had no chance of winning even for himself, I'm afraid the blow he received was too heavy.
The horse's hooves moved lightly, the black figure turned its back to several people, and said with an indescribable solemnity and gloominess: "Let's set off."
The usual farewell ended like this. Xia Qingluan felt guilty, but her worry for her younger brother always prevailed. She stood up and looked back. Fortunately, Cheng Xiaobai had someone beside him who could take care of him and comfort him.
The complicated look on his face did not hinder Xi Shaoyuan's understanding. He nodded slightly towards the woman in red who looked back, and the calm but firm smile on his lips was reassuring.
"Haven't you seen enough?" The sound of hoofbeats stopped a few steps away, and a voice that was more sinister than before sounded coldly.
He had already made an exception for her, so what else was there to worry about? It was just a stranger whom he had met a few times, who actually trusted him more than him, which Wei Moyan couldn't accept at all.
The bright red dress, as bright as fire, fluttered on the horse, and he hurried a few steps forward with his feet clamped. He kept pace with the leading horse in front, and the saddle and bridle were connected, and he never looked back.
"Thank you, Pavilion Master." Xia Qingluan, who was not used to saying thanks, was a little stiff.
He didn't answer, but the flames in his eyes burned more and more intensely. Several people traveling with him wisely slowed down and kept a certain distance from the two people in front of them, leaving a space for them to flow without being disturbed.
"He is still a child, he is just acting up for a while. I said that this life belongs to you, so naturally he will not go back on his word."
Wei Moyan didn't want to hear any explanation for asylum. He only cared about one thing: "If Cheng Xiaobai wasn't here, would you beg me for Xi Shaoyuan's sake?"
"No." Fortunately, her answer was resolute and met his wishes.
A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It was obviously a sunny day, but the coldness in his voice made people shudder: "You are not allowed to kneel down for anyone in the future, otherwise, that person will die."
Each word was spoken clearly and forcefully, seeming to be both a threat and a declaration.