It was a March morning in Lanling, and the spring chill had not yet left. Coupled with the continuous cold rain in the past few days, it became even colder.
In addition to Wei Moyan and Xia Qingluan, they were also accompanied by Shen Yuqing, the deputy head of Tianshi Hall, and two elite hosts of Ziwei Hall from Taiwei Hall. The seven people in the group had prepared their horses and were well equipped in front.
The brocade coat, which is as red as fire, is particularly eye-catching in the plain color. Normally, the children in the pavilion would hide away when seeing Xia Qingluan dressed like this, because the red color represents killing and belongs to the killing color of Hongxian. On weekdays, Xia Qingluan, who is dressed in white and is as cold as snow, is as cold and arrogant as frost, and the aura around her body is frozen three feet away. However, when performing tasks, Hongxian, who is dressed in red and looks like fire, is as hot as fire. There will never be anyone other than the Pavilion Master within the reach of Longxian. .
Wei Moyan seemed to be in a particularly good mood today, with no trace of his chilling air. To strangers, he looked like he was just a handsome young man with a handsome face.
"People have been ordered to prepare for the fast horses along the way. The places where we will stay are the strongholds of the Twelfth Branch, so we can ensure safety." Zi Xiu checked inside and outside again to make sure that nothing was missing. Then she felt relieved, turned around and took a snow fox and crane cloak from the attendant and handed it to Xia Qingluan: "Miss Hongxian grew up in the Central Plains. Donghu Tianhan may not be able to adapt to it, so why not bring this crane cloak and chat with her?" To keep out the cold.”
Xia Qingluan didn't want to take it. After all, he was traveling lightly along the way, and one more thing would be more trouble. Unexpectedly, Wei Moyan suddenly turned his horse's head, took the crane cloak and stuffed it into her arms: "Take it with you, yours" The internal strength is not as good as theirs, just in case."
Wei Moyan and others have all practiced martial arts since childhood, and have strong internal strength, which is invulnerable to cold and heat. However, Xia Qingluan has weak internal strength and has always relied on external skills to travel around the world. When he gets to Donghu, he may really be defeated by the cold.
The disciples from the three halls who came to see him off were whispering to each other in private, and all kinds of complicated eyes were wandering between Wei Moyan and Xia Qingluan.
It is natural for the indifferent pavilion master to treat the master of Zixiu Hall with great courtesy, but the Hongxian girl has been treated very leniently since she first arrived, which inevitably makes people doubt the relationship between the two - the person who is most likely to become the new leader of the martial arts alliance, is it possible? Will he fall in love with a beautiful girl from a noble family?
Donghu is quite far from Lanling. Even if you gallop on horseback, it takes six or seven days to travel. Needless to say, it is boring to rush along the way. When they reached the boundary of Donghu with one day left, Wei Moyan finally slowed down and stayed nearby in the evening. residence to rest.
Donghu, located in the northeast of the Central Plains, is still a scene of wind and snow. The alstroemeria ice flowers all over the sky are extremely rare in Lanling. Even Xia Qingluan, who has never been happy with things, was attracted by the thousands of miles of ice, growing silently in the twilight. stand.
This slightly cold feeling is very real.
There was a sudden warmth on my shoulders, and the thick snow fox and crane cloak blocked the biting cold wind. I knew who it was even without looking back.
"Like snow?" A slightly deep voice sounded in my ears.
"I've only seen very few. I've only had a few snowfalls in Lanling over the years, but I've never seen such heavy snow."
"If you like it, how about turning this place into a separate courtyard?"
Xia Qingluan raised her face and met his deep eyes.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to enjoy it if I live in another hospital."
Wei Moyan rolled up her red sleeves, and her loosely bandaged slender wrists faintly revealed a winding red scar. These hands were not soft like those of other women. They were a little rough, and there were scattered small wounds. Weapons like strings often severely injure the enemy. At the same time, you will also hurt yourself.
"why did not you tell me?"
"I was injured a long time ago, and it's not like you didn't know it."
"It's not about the wound." Wei Moyan took off the white silk bandage. Although the scab where the knife was stabbed has not yet been smoothed, the Luan bird pattern pierced by the original scar is clearly visible.
"Because of what I said?"
When Zixiu came over with the medicine, Xia Qingluan vaguely guessed that he already knew about it, and it turned out to be true.
"I just thought it would cover the scar." But who would believe this excuse?
"Qingluan."
The soft warmth came from the broad palm covering the back of the hand. Xia Qingluan subconsciously shrank her hand, but then slowly released it. Some things can be hidden for a while, but they cannot be hidden forever. This scar does exist, and there is no way to erase it.
"If we are both still alive after revenge, will you continue to stay with me?"
The almost whispering voice carried infinite magic power and almost destroyed Xia Qingluan's mind in an instant. The arms wrapped around her waist and behind her back exuded a familiar yet unfamiliar aura, gentle and tranquil.
My family is gone, my master has passed away long ago, and Shuangtian Village has been lost in memories. Where else can I go now besides this embrace?
If he is not by his side, where can he go?
"I will clean up the world for you, even if you are the destined emperor or the emperor of the country. When all the troubles are over, the flowers in Lanling turn into snow, and the world in Donghu is vast, I will accompany you wherever you want to go.
Stay with me until you and I go to Jiuquan together."
No words for a long time.
If he had this promise, which woman in the world would be strong enough to refuse? His coldness and arrogance added layers of mystery to Qi Yu Bufan. In two years, he built Poyue Pavilion from scratch and fought against various sects.
He is the leader of the martial arts alliance, the king of the world, and he can overthrow the mediocre emperor with just a raise of his hand. He has so many people who admire him among tens of thousands of people, and how many women have lost their hearts and souls because of him.
She was so unrivaled in elegance, stunning in talent, and yet so dedicated, how could she, Xia Qingluan, resist?
only……
"Women are nothing more than cud dogs to me."
That cold and ruthless Pavilion Master of Poyue Pavilion, how could he not be him?
Whether he was trapped by love or whether he used feelings as a tool to obtain benefits, no one knew except himself, and Xia Qingluan didn't want to ask for the answer.
"What's the use of talking about things that have never come. Maybe God has destined you and me to die in Donghu. It's unknown to me. Being able to steal half a day's leisure and watch the snow fall silently and the world freeze is the most important thing for me at this moment.
matter."
The cold answer obviously did not meet Wei Moyan's expectations, and there was a trace of sadness in his lowered eyes.
With just a look and a command, he can make the world turbulent and turbulent, but he can't win a woman's heart. This is the karmic retribution of doing too much evil.
"When you go back this time, will you marry the Master of Zixiu Hall?" Xia Qingluan tried hard to keep her voice indifferent, and the knuckles of her right hand in her sleeves were already turning white.
"Won't."
"Don't you have an engagement?"
Wei Moyan sneered: "So what about the engagement? I have never made such a ridiculous agreement with anyone. Moreover, for me, Zi Xiu is at least a comrade. I respect her because she was implicated by the Wei family and suffered the loss of her virginity. To put it bluntly,
It’s just pity and sympathy.”
Losing your virginity and suffering?
The always gentle and kind Master of Purple Sleeve Hall has ever suffered such pain?
"Wei Moyan, are you still a human?!" A flash of silver light flashed, and the fine and flexible strings came fiercely, but Wei Moyan only blocked all the attacks with the hilt of his sword.