It is already late autumn, and even the warm Jiangnan is slightly chilly. Qinglianwu is desolate, with dead leaves all over the ground in red, and the vast misty waves of the river outside.
Stepping into Qinglianwu, the skinny man seemed to raise his head expectantly. However, the moment his eyes came into contact with the cold face, his rugged back began to visibly tremble.
"Are you a servant of the Wanqi family?"
There was no threat in the plain words, but the panic and hatred burst out in the man's eyes as if he had heard the most terrifying words in the world. Wei Moyan stopped, if this man really sent a letter to Poyue Pavilion claiming to know about the disaster of the Wanqi family.
The servant of the truth should never show such an expression. How could the person who took the initiative to meet here be surprised by his arrival?
Could it be whose arrangement it was?
"You are the Pavilion Master of Poyue Pavilion!" With a roar like a beast, the seemingly frail man rushed towards him, with no sense in his crazy eyes. How could such an unorganized attack hurt Wei Moyan?
He just took a slight step back, and his body, which was so thin that it seemed like only a skeleton was left, fell to the ground in an awkward manner. A violent coughing sound came from between the ground and his head. It seemed that this man was also covered in injuries, which penetrated into his texture.
.
His life and death were of no value, but Wei Moyan needed information from the servants of the Wanqi family. Now, except for this man and the murderer, no one knew what happened that night, let alone who was the mastermind behind the scenes.
The indifferent figure stands in the small pavilion in the center of Qinglianwu, the wind blows, and the corners of the red clothes dance lightly in the air.
"Who is the person who killed the Wanqi clan?"
The Wanqi family servant who struggled to raise his head was stunned, and then sneered sharply: "Murderer! Why are you pretending to be innocent!"
Did this man actually insist that he did it?
"Why do you think it's Poyue Pavilion?"
"Of course someone told me! You murderers! There are gods in your head. Everyone in the world knows that you are murderous. Sooner or later, everyone in Poyue Pavilion will be struck by lightning! You will die without a complete body!"
"So that's it." Sure enough, someone framed the blame and tried to use Wanqi Haoyue to weaken the power of Poyue Pavilion. It was so sophisticated and calculating that it was obvious who it was. Wei Moyan stood with his hands behind his hands and said with a chilly tone: "Who is it?
Tell you, Xi Yingfeng?"
The man's pupils suddenly shrank, confirming Wei Moyan's suspicion.
On the night when Wanqi's family was raided, he was stabbed several times but managed to escape. Fortunately, he was rescued by a disciple of the Chonghua Sect. The master of the Chonghua Sect heard about this and sent someone to take him into the care of Zhongyuan Haosheng, treating him like
He asked his relatives and told him that everything was done by Poyue Pavilion, a cult that suddenly emerged. After learning that the young master Wanqi Haoyue was running to Lanling, he even sent someone to send him all the way to meet the young master here. What he didn't expect was that
, Young Master Wanqi Haoyue did not wait, but instead waited for his enemy Wei Moyan, whose cold and cold temperament was exactly the same as Xi Yingfeng's description.
A dumb and crazy laugh sounded low. Since he fell into the hands of the murderer, he didn't want to beg for mercy to save his life. It would be better to risk his life even if he hurt an inch of his bones. At least, it stained his eyes and made him feel unhappy for a moment.
happy.
"What about Poyue Pavilion, what about unifying the world? I heard that the leader of the martial arts alliance back then was your father? It's so ridiculous that you can't defend your own family and you still want to level the world! The saddest thing in the world is you people in the world.
In the end, being a companion will only lead to betrayal and separation!"
The slender dark eyes gradually became colder.
He didn't like people mentioning his father, Wei Bugui, and he didn't like hearing the words "betrayed and divorced" - he always felt that he was falling into this fate.
The snow-white scabbard hit the skinny bamboo-like knuckles upright, causing a few cracks and muffled sounds of broken bones, and the man let out a shrill wail. However, the more he was tortured, the more it proved that his enemy was angry, and this was the result he wanted.
"The Wei family will no longer be the leader of the alliance. Dozens of Wanqi clan's unjust deaths will haunt you life and death! Use my life to curse, curse those who respect you to be reincarnated as animals and be slaughtered, and the people you love will be slaughtered for generations.
A prostitute is allowed to be humiliated by pigs!"
Killing intent permeates the air.
There were several sounds of broken bones in succession, and the quiet white sword was raised and lowered without emotion, crushing the most important joints each time, until the haggard man on the ground had no voice anymore, only the residue in his throat.
The breath gushed out along with the blood foam.
Quietly, a cold killing.
No one can mention the person he loves. That name is a calamity that he cannot survive, and it gnaws at his heart and bones every moment.
The dark red liquid flowed along the wooden floor to the outside of the pavilion, dyeing the clean sky-blue clothes red.
"Kill and silence, Pavilion Master Wei arrived just in time." A slightly thin figure walked into the small pavilion and half-crouched on the side of the corpse. His long, white fingers soothed the unwilling eyes.
The god-given elegance made Wanqi Haoyue look graceful and composed at all times, even though his heart was in chaos and he wished he could strangle the expressionless man in front of him with his weak hands.
After receiving a letter from someone who claimed to be a servant, he arrived here without delay. Unexpectedly, it was already too late. The only person from the Wanqi family besides him in the world also disappeared with the faces that could only be remembered.
And he could only watch and see how the living life was torn apart piece by piece under the Mo Heng sword that killed countless people.
Wei Moyan raised his sword, his eyebrows were cold and indifferent. He didn't want to explain anything. Since someone planned for the three parties to meet here, he must have been sure that he would kill the servant. But this move was really clever. It touched his scales and forced him to kill, and then cleverly
Arrange the time for Wanqi Haoyue to appear, and this single life will push the tragedy of Wanqi family to Poyue Pavilion. Jiang is still old and hot, but he is a kind person compared to Xi Yingfeng.
"Since Pavilion Master Wei has given the answer, don't blame me for being your enemy. New and old grudges will eventually be settled one day."
"If you can still see that day."
Gong, who had been patient for a long time, took action almost at the same moment as Wei Moyan. The dazzling sword light stabbing Wanqi Haoyue was entangled with the black figure coming from the side. Young Master Yetan, who was temporarily free of worries, trembled in his plain sleeves and held a bottle of colorless water.
It splashed to the ground. Du Wei Moyan of Du Wang Valley had to be extra vigilant. His body flashed and he retreated ten meters away from the pavilion when the strange smell enveloped him.
"Stop!" shouted urgently, and two figures came over.
"Don't come here!" Wei Moyan and Wan Qi Haoyue said in shock at the same time when they saw that Xia Qingluan was about to step into the area with the poisonous smell.
Zi Xiu subconsciously grabbed the person in front of him, just a short step away from becoming the victim of this fight.
Wanqi Haoyue and Gong were standing in the pavilion. Not far outside, Wei Moyan faced each other with long swords with expressionless faces. Seeing that the two parties were already taking action, Zixiu flew to the latter's side to stop him, while Xia Qingluan turned around and ran towards him without hesitation.
An elegant figure in the pavilion.
In an instant, my heart sank.
She has refused to see each other for so many days, and now, is she actually going to leave him?
For the man who wanted to kill him.
Condensing the aura in his body, Wei Moyan was like an empty shell - so that no one would see his almost extreme anger.
If she wanted to leave, unless she stepped over her own body, it would be the end of the world, and she would be imprisoned by him for the rest of her life.