The wild fragrance is faint, the frost grass is miserable, and the shadow of the moon can't find its way to the bottom of the valley, and is gradually obscured by the wheel of rising east.
One day and one night passed, and the valley bottom was as quiet as ice, with no wind and no sound. Only a small fire in a shallow cave somewhere was extinguished, and there was still half a trace of life.
The red figure, which is more vivid than the firelight, has been busy. Between the two slightly flat rocks, green grass juice is thick and fragrant. The scarred hands are clumsily moving the grass juice into the palm, and then gently covering it to wipe away the blood.
Apply gently on the broad shoulders and back where only scars remain.
He was seriously injured. The violent impact on the cliff not only caused huge wounds on his back, but also severely impacted his heart. However, he still didn't wake up after such a long time.
Fortunately, among the dazzling flowers and plants at the bottom of the valley, there were herbs that Xia Qingluan knew. Although they could not cure injuries, they could stop bleeding and relieve pain. It would have been better if it could save his life. He would not have left in such a normal way. The moment she fell off the cliff, she had no idea.
Unexpectedly, Wei Moyan would jump down. There was no life in such a deep valley, and he was undoubtedly seeking his own death.
He would soon be able to unify the world and dominate the martial arts world and revive the great cause of the Wei family. Why would he risk his life to save a chess piece that could be discarded at any time? Her life was simply not worth the effort he had to make. She obviously even wanted to escape from him.
In the more than two years that he had traveled the world, he had never been injured, not even a minor illness. But now he was hanging on by a thread to save her. He couldn't tell whether it was heavy or desolate. Xia Qingluan only felt two things.
Personal fates have been entangled together. Even if you make up your mind to leave, you will eventually be tied up by fate again.
This life, this life, cannot be cut off at all.
I don’t know if there is a way to leave from the bottom of this valley. Even if Zi Xiu and the others come to find him after a long time, they probably won’t think that they have fallen to the bottom of the valley. Anyway, if he has been sleeping, it will be better to stay here with him forever.
No longer care about any grudges, love, hatred, or old things over the years, just sit quietly and wait until they turn into dry bones and re-enter the reincarnation together.
I will be entangled for the rest of my life, regardless of life or death.
The light of the fire was fading, and the day was about to pass in the blink of an eye. Xia Qingluan did not add any more branches or hay to maintain the only light, but sat silently next to him, supporting his heavy body with her shoulders.
Once upon a time, he protected her like this on those terrible nights.
From the indifferent inquiry when they first met, to watching him think about himself in the pavilion, to touching the temperature of the scar on his wrist, he broke the silence for the first time under the cold moon on a snowy night, and his vows in the wind and rain were like a song, and the death of a sword
The two looked at each other, and the dim look in her eyes when she said she was leaving.
Only with her would he be extra tolerant and sensitive, stubbornly destroying all barriers between them, even hurting each other just to get closer.
At this moment, Xia Qingluan finally understood, or was finally willing to believe every word he said, those plain but unforgettable vows in the bloody storm.
He would risk his life to make her believe in his oath.
She remembers every word.
"We will never leave each other, life and death depend on each other." The plain voice echoed in the empty cave, as if someone was repeating her words over and over again. He finally understood how lonely and cold that night of waiting was, and he tasted it a hundred times.
Now she finally felt it. She gently held her slender, clean hand, and tried to feel his temperature for the first time. Her chest felt so cold that it felt so cold, and suddenly the sour and miserable feeling of being homeless when she was six years old came over fiercely.
She and Xiao Bai were in two different worlds, and she was no longer the Xiao Luan'er in Wan Qi Haoyue's memory. The only person in this killing world who could accept her unconditionally was that embrace.
There was only Wei Moyan.
"If you live, I will live; if you die, I will die."
Just like the long silence and loneliness here.
The last spark went out, and the cave and the sky outside darkened, like the sky falling.
In the darkness, there was a faint movement in the palm of his hand, and there was a rubbing in his ear. Xia Qingluan suddenly choked up and could not speak. She could only hold that hand hard and tell him that she was still there, never leaving his side, and never leaving.
Will leave again, even if the sky falls and the earth falls, and Yin and Yang are separated.
"Qingluan..." The low and hoarse voice subconsciously called her name.
When he opened his eyes, it was dark, but Wei Moyan knew that she was beside him, with a familiar breath, a familiar temperature, and the cold strings that only belonged to her in the palms of his hands.
If the fire hadn't gone out, Xia Qingluan would have seen his silent smile at this moment, as contented as a child.
"Fortunately, you're fine." He said calmly, closing his dry eyes.
But with just this sentence, her suffocated chest instantly healed, and her whole body could no longer stop trembling. In the darkness, hot liquid dripped on his wrist, burning the black phoenix.
Wei Moyan was a little panicked. Is it blood? Is she injured?
"Qingluan?" He tried his best to hold the soft palm back, but Xia Qingluan remained silent without saying a word. Only more and more hot liquid dripped down, and it took him a long time to understand what it was.
Her strength is her weakness, ruthlessness is the most indifferent, but it is also the most hurtful to others and herself.
Half of his body was numb and almost unconscious, but Wei Moyan insisted on sitting upright on the ground. His only movable arm was groping to wipe away the tears, but she stopped him when he was lifted into the air.
"Your sword is broken." Xia Qingluan lowered her head and put the broken sword beside her into his hand.
"The sword is used to kill people. If the person is gone, what's the point of keeping the sword?"
At this moment, he was still calm and calm.
There is no joy in life, no fear in death. Life lasts only a hundred years, and those who win the world and the beggars are nothing more than white hair and withered bones under three feet of loess. Dying late and dying early is just a matter of traveling too much and not having enough experience. People who even despise life are so despised.
How could you care about a sword? There is only one person left in the Wei family. If he dies, there will be no one to pass it on to.
After she stopped talking and calmed down her emotions, Xia Qingluan gathered some dead leaves in the center, took out the fire sticks and lit the bonfire again. The dim and flickering flames illuminated her face, which was haggard and worn out.
"The wounds on the back and shoulders have been treated. This herbal medicine will only numb the limbs for a short time. Don't worry." He took the green leaves bent into a bowl shape in the corner. There was still some clean stream water in it that could be used. Xia Qingluan carefully delivered it to
However, he had not interacted with others for a long time, and his movements were so stiff that he splashed water out several times.
Wei Moyan looked amused and couldn't help but laugh: "I'll do it myself, how can you take care of others?"
As the head of a pavilion, he seems to be a subordinate who often serves others. Remembering that he was by his side to take care of her when she woke up from the nightmares in the first two times, Xia Qingluan couldn't help but blush and threw Qingye away bitterly:
"Forget it if you don't drink, it will save you the trouble of talking."
"Others think I talk too little, but you think I talk too much." His handsome and clear face was not dimmed by the pain, his slender and deep eyes were light, and his smile was as light as running water.
Such a peaceful and quiet atmosphere is so far away that it makes people miss it.