There were some memories that Xia Qingluan tried her best to forget, wishing she could hide all her fears in a corner that no one knew about. However, along with these memories, some things that were originally bright and beautiful were sealed, such as the joy that the man in front of her once brought her. ,peaceful.
She still remembered his name, the carefulness in his hands, and his eyes that were different from ordinary people, black and slightly red.
"Uncle Xiao Qian."
This call seemed like a world away. Fourteen years later, the young man who was responsible for protecting her had already passed his thirties. Although his voice and appearance had not changed, he had lost the meaning of living. When he met her again, he finally remembered his own Name and identity.
Xiao Qian didn't dare to move, and stood there awkwardly, watching the young face that looked more and more like that person approaching. The hostility that was lingering around her a moment ago disappeared, leaving only a happy smile. He didn't know that someone was there. She racked her brains and spent her whole life for this smile but couldn't. The quiet elegance and beauty at this moment was not only a luxury for her, but also for others.
"Young lady, it is indeed you."
"You followed me all the way just to find me?"
Xiao Qian nodded frequently, his honest and honest demeanor was the same as before.
Both of his parents died when he was seven years old. He was taken under General Xiao Shouqiu's tent and treated like a relative. When the daughter of the Xiao family was born, he was happier than anyone else and took the initiative to protect the child. At that time, he He is just a young man. Apart from squatting in front of the cradle and giggling every day, he practices kung fu and sweats profusely, just to protect the daughter whom he admires and loves most. The young lady of the Xiao family can walk and has been holding her and leading her. It was Xiao Qian. Seeing the little life gradually growing up, his joy even surpassed that of General Xiao and his wife. Six years later, an imperial edict ordered everyone in the Xiao family to be executed. On a bloody night of flames and flames, he fought like crazy, He tried to protect the weak woman and two children behind him with all his strength, until Mrs. Xiao Ruan Qingyan, who was known as the best in the world, pulled him back and smiled sadly and desperately.
"Take Luan'er and run as far as possible. Only you can protect him now."
The young master Xiao Bai was entrusted to his disciple Cheng Xiangong, while Xiao Qian carried the young lady on his back and ran away, finding a way out of the dog hole.
Day and night continued to rotate, and his steps did not stop. The smell of blood in his throat and the dryness of his mouth tortured him until he wanted to die. But when his eyes touched the little girl who was sleeping and waking up with tears on his back, he became numb. His legs and feet began to move mechanically again.
After being chased for two days and two nights, he was exhausted and finally fell into the siege of officers and soldiers. In his weak years, Xiao Qian endured hunger and exhaustion and rushed left and right. However, reality did not grant miracles. After being stabbed with guns and sticks, he He fell in a pool of his own blood. Perhaps God was pitiful. He was seriously injured and was abandoned in the wilderness as a dead man. He was saved by a passing farmer, but the young lady who tried his best to protect him could no longer be found. Xiao Qing Luan.
For fourteen years, every day and every night, he was immersed in boundless self-blame. He hated why he failed to protect the young lady and failed to preserve the last bloodline of the Xiao family. He was afraid that he would not be able to see her and respect her like a father. General Xiao didn't even have the courage to die. He just wandered around in confusion. The vast mountains and old forests in southern Xinjiang became his destination. The bloody storms in the world had nothing to do with him anymore, until he suddenly heard that the Poyue Pavilion killer Hongxian was born exactly like Mrs. Xiao and Ruan Qingyan, or after General Xiao.
"After I got the news, I started to inquire around. What a coincidence, just when I was about to sneak into Lanling City to meet you, you came to Southern Xinjiang." By the river where the breeze was dancing and swaying, a thin figure sat on the ground with seven layers of red gauze, looking towards The eyes on the other side were far-reaching and long. When the two of them talked, they both lamented each other's lives over the years: "I knew you were young miss the first time I saw you in the forest. When I was a child, I couldn't see it clearly, but now your appearance is really the same as yours." Madam is exactly the same. I wanted to get to know you but was afraid that you would have forgotten me long ago, so I followed along all the way to find a chance to test it out, but I didn't want to be discovered by you already."
Xia Qingluan raised her head and saw that there were white hairs on his temples, and felt sad for no reason: "I can't remember clearly what happened back then. I even forgot who the person who fled behind my back was, let alone knew that the cabinet master was looking for me. The 'Xuan Tong' turned out to be you. Uncle Xiao Qian, how have you been doing over the years?"
"How can it be good? Every night when I close my eyes, I remember the scene where my wife asked me to take you to escape. I was useless and let someone snatch you away."
"It's none of your business. It's the Xiao family's bad luck that has caused you to risk your life and take me to escape. Uncle Xiao Qian, if it weren't for you, Luan'er might have been dust in the world, just a handful of loess."
She frowned, she smiled, both were exactly the same as Mrs. Xiao. A man would not shed tears lightly, but Xiao Qian couldn't help it, his eyes were red with tears.
"It's all over. The Xiao family has long been forgotten. Now only Xiao Bai and I are left to continue the Xiao family's bloodline. I don't think you, Uncle Xiao Qian, need to return to Southern Xinjiang anymore. Why not stay in Cheng Mansion to protect Xiao Bai?" , and you can find a place to live and settle down."
The person Wei Moyan rushed to southern Xinjiang was called Xuan Tong. His true form was rarely seen. It was widely rumored that he had defeated many people with his special palm skills. Maybe it was God's will. Who would have thought that the person he was looking for was exactly what he was looking for. Where are her people? However, Xia Qingluan has no intention of telling Wei Moyan the truth. She doesn't want Xiao Qian to be involved in the disputes between Jianghu and Jianghu. After all, he can be regarded as a lonely survivor of the Xiao family.
Xiao Qian didn't understand what she was thinking, and thought that Xia Qingluan just wanted him to protect Xiao Bai: "Since the young master is far away from the chaotic world in Master Cheng's house, there is no need for too much protection. But young lady, you are in and out of the world. You always need someone to take care of you."
People in their twenties were still treated as children. Xia Qingluan was half helpless and half grateful. She didn't know what to say to the old members of the Xiao family who had been with her since childhood.
The two were chatting happily when suddenly a strong murderous aura approached.
Xiao Qian almost subconsciously jumped up and stood in front of Xia Qingluan. He turned around and looked in the direction where the murderous aura was coming from. The aloof and cold black figure seemed to be insoluble in the world, and his words were filled with chills. "Who is he?"
"Old friends of the Xiao family are not hostile." Xia Qingluan frowned.
Xiao Qian knew this man. He was extremely intelligent, extremely talented, and had an extraordinary and otherworldly look. During his trip to southern Xinjiang, he worked closely with Xia Qingluan and never separated from him. He was none other than Wei Moyan, the master of Poyue Pavilion.
"Xiao Qian, I am the 'Xuan Tong' that Pavilion Master Wei is looking for." Xiao Qian stepped forward and sincerely reported his identity, "In the past, I was favored by the Xiao family and had the honor to take care of the young lady for more than six years. Now, now It's inevitable to feel a little emotional when we meet again, so I didn't say hello to Pavilion Master Wei first, so I apologize for my rudeness."
It turned out to be her young bodyguard, which I didn't expect.
After settling down in Zixiu, Xia Qingluan was nowhere to be seen. He asked casually and was a little worried when he learned that she ran to the river alone - the identity of the mysterious person who followed them all the way to Lanling was unknown. He was afraid that Xia Qingluan would be alone. Qingluan would be plotted. When he arrived at the riverside, he saw the familiar red face sitting with the unknown man, seemingly familiar and intimate, and his nameless anger suddenly arose, and he vented his murderous intent.
Things about her always make Wei Moyan confused and find it hard to find calm, especially when she is related to other men.
"Since we are old friends, it is not an exaggeration to invite him to the pavilion for a chat. If there is nothing else, it is best not to leave too far." The order to expel the guest was given, and Wei Moyan turned around to leave.
"Master Wei Pavilion," Xiao Qian suddenly stopped in front of him, "If I don't give up, Xiao Qian is willing to enter Poyue Pavilion and offer his meager strength."