Chapter 10: Mingyan plots to cleanse the dust palace
There was no need to rush for this trip to southern Xinjiang, and Xia Qingluan was exhausted from the nightmare last night. She really needed a rest, so she did not reject Wei Moyan's proposal to stay in Jincheng for a day.
After a simple breakfast, the waiter told Xia Qingluan that the room had been cleaned up. Wei Moyan insisted on sending Xia Qingluan back to the room: "This place is not close to the market, so you can sleep peacefully during the day. I will go outside for a walk and call you again during dinner."
Looking at the dark figure walking down the stairs, Xia Qingluan felt extremely conflicted.
There was no way she could refuse his concern, even though she understood that doing so would hurt Zi Xiu.
The simple and elegant room was filled with incense, which was completely different from her drab and almost boring room. It was as if his preferences were incompatible with hers. Xia Qingluan had never been able to figure out the reason why he fell in love with her. Two people who were equally indifferent
How can we attract each other? What's more, he has high-profile tastes and likes luxury, but he himself is a lowly person who has come from the market.
Maybe he just had a whim?
I was used to seeing the elegant and graceful stunning woman next to me, so I wanted to find something new, so I even deceived myself into thinking that she who was far away from me was the love of my life.
The more I thought about it, the more headache I got, so I simply put my thoughts aside and fell asleep.
Wei Moyan was walking alone in the market. After the heavy rain last night, the whole Jincheng was fresh and full of freshness. Many mountain people got up early to carry mountain goods and came to the city to sell, and they could not stop shouting.
The person he is looking for may be among these strange and ordinary faces, and may be watching him in a corner, waiting for the arrival of someone who knows him.
To be fair, although Poyue Pavilion is called a cult by the famous and decent sects, it is the place where one can best display his talents. As long as he has the strength to get into the eyes of the Pavilion Master Wei Moyan, whether it is an unknown commoner or a villain who kills and sets fire, he can break it.
Yue Pavilion has obtained the corresponding status and position, so many strange people who are not afraid of infamy are willing to serve under it. Another part of the people who make up Po Yue Pavilion are people from all over the world, and the information collected by Tianshitang
A large part of it is about Jianghu personnel. When he meets a talent worthy of being under his command, Wei Moyan will never hesitate to invite him personally - if he can get him as his subordinate, it will be best. If not, he must ensure that this person will not be with him in the future.
Be your own enemy.
Anyone who is favored by him will either invest in Poyue Pavilion and never regret it, or they will live their whole lives without caring about the world. No one outside the world is willing to become his enemy.
Don't want to, let alone don't want to.
Anyone who has seen Wei Moyan would never want to become the opponent of such a terrifying man if he were not burdened with deep hatred.
We need to find three people along the way to southern Xinjiang this time. According to Qiao Feixue's report, if these three people can be included in Poyue Pavilion, they can make up for the lack of Lu Hanhai, Shaofu and others. At least there will not be a shortage of manpower. Among them,
One is very likely to appear in Jincheng.
"Brother, someone asked me to give this to you." A seven or eight-year-old girl ran to Wei Moyan, pulling a younger boy, stood on tiptoes, handed over a note, and ran away quickly.
Jinbie Pavilion in the suburbs of Dongcheng.
There is no signature and the handwriting is unfamiliar.
Invitation? It seems that someone is really lurking in the dark. As for whether it is an enemy, a friend, or one of the three people you are looking for, you will not know until you go there.
——————————————————————Jiuhe and Shaobi were ordered to guard Huanqing Tower, although the two of them together may not be able to defeat Guo Xia
Qingluan.
"The Pavilion Master is too cautious. No outsiders know about this trip to Southern Xinjiang. Besides, with the Hongxian Hall Master here, most people who want to take action will be asking for death."
Shao Bi was more mature in mind than Jiu He. He did not complain or talk too much. He sat quietly near the corner and sipped tea: "Just follow the orders and do it. If he had the same idea as us, then the master of the pavilion would not be the master of the pavilion." .”
"In the final analysis, I am too protective of Hongxian Hall Master." Jiuhe muttered dissatisfiedly. In his heart, the cold Xia Qingluan could not be compared with the gentle and kind Zixiu.
By noon, more and more people were eating in the hall on the first floor, but Wei Moyan had not returned yet. After ordering a few side dishes, Shao Bi still sat in his original position, keeping his eyes on the escalator leading to the upstairs room.
A burning smell slowly spread into the hall, and many diners frowned and sniffed around. Soon after, an exclamation came from the second floor: "Fire! It's on fire! Someone come quickly!"
Before he finished speaking, billowing smoke poured out from the second floor, filling the entire Huanqing Building in the blink of an eye.
"Master Hongxian Hall!" Shao Bi's expression changed, and he suddenly stood up from his seat. Large inns like Huanqing Tower have always been very strict about water leakage, but it is noon now, and there are no rooms on the second floor. The need to light candles and light a fire. Where does this fire come from?
Shao Bi is very smart, so Wei Moyan always takes him with her when going out, and this time is no exception.
When the first exclamation sounded, Xia Qingluan stood up immediately. Although she was still a little sleepy, most of her strength had recovered. When she saw a few wisps of gray smoke drifting in from the crack of the door, she planned to open the door to check the situation. Unexpectedly, she didn't wait for her. He stretched out his hand, and two rays of silver light penetrated the door panel and came from outside.
The two plum-blossom darts that passed by the corner of her clothes were nailed into the headboard of the bed. Xia Qingluan raised her eyebrows, turned her wrists outwards, and her lusty red light spread out from her sleeves, and she went straight to the door. And go.
The thick wooden door was broken into multiple pieces by Chiqing's slender and sharp cutting, and crashed to the ground. A shrill scream came from behind the door, and a broken wrist twitched on the ground, and the red light of Chiqing licking blood was even stronger, It looks like a living monster.
"What a pure love, even better than what Yuelao said about Long Xian, but the evil spirit is just too strong." A sinister male voice came from outside the door, unhurried and seemingly confident.
Xia Qingluan didn't have the habit of talking nonsense. He turned around in an instant, his red clothes flew around, and the overwhelming red light forced outwards. After all, he was the newly promoted hall master of Poyue Pavilion, and no one dared to come until he found out the reality. He took it hard and slowly backed away while looking for a flaw in the attack. In a moment, he was in front of the stairs.
The Pavilion Master of Poyue Pavilion has always appeared with Hongxian. Xia Qingluan did not have many opportunities to fight with others alone. Therefore, although many people knew that she used silk string weapons, they did not know her strength. After Shaofu was expelled from Poyue Pavilion, No one knows how much progress Yuege has made in the past two months except Wei Moyan and Xia Qingluan.
The red figure was as powerful as a swimming dragon, and every move was dense and perfect. It was completely inconsistent with the previous information that Shao Fu said that his strength was probably equivalent to Shen Yuqing. After a few moves, the thin middle-aged man realized that he had underestimated Hong Xian.
Wei Moyan's personal training in the past three months was not just for fun. Xia Qingluan's current strength is comparable to that of Poyue Pavilion's number one killer Zi Xiu. It can be said that he has grown at a rare speed and has already surpassed Shen Yuqing and others. Above people.
However, the middle-aged man refused to give up the treasure he had in hand. With a whistle, several more figures rushed down from the third floor.
"Capture Hongxian alive!" A sinister and sharp voice gave the order, and at the same time, the figures of six people around him swayed, forming a seven-fold sword formation.
Any formation is very familiar to Xia Qingluan. A quick glance revealed the identity of these people: "Qixiao Formation, it turns out to be the most ineffective horse protector in Xichen Palace."
The middle-aged man's face turned purple, and he was obviously extremely angry at this title. His short body shook violently, and an incredibly large four-edged sword came out of its sheath.
"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth, I want to see if your skills are so strong!"
The seven sharp swords were raised together, and the bright sword light was cold and cold.