Chapter 8: The Cangshan Mountains Are Clear and Snowy
"Wei Moyan, are you still a human?!" Xia Qingluan pulled the dragon string, and the other end was tightly wrapped around the hilt of the Youtan Sword in Wei Moyan's hand.
"No matter what the relationship was between you and the Master of Purple Sleeve Hall, since she did something like that for the Wei family, you should shoulder the due responsibility, pity and sympathy? Who cares about your charity!"
"Why are you so crazy? How I treat her has nothing to do with you!" The tranquility just now was broken instantly. Wei Moyan shook off the entanglement of the dragon string and angrily grabbed the excited Xia Qingluan: "I will pay back what I owe her.
, I don’t have to marry her, so you expect me to marry a woman I don’t love?”
"Love? What qualifications do you have to say whether you love or not? Women are just stupid dogs to you, right? I don't believe every word you say, Wei Moyan, you are just a liar!"
A bitter smile shattered the dusk, and the desolation was colder than the snow.
It was just an unintentional remark. No one took it seriously, but she took it seriously. Xia Qingluan, Xia Qingluan, it turns out that you always thought that this was just use and calculation, but you didn't see everything I have paid for you.
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There have been continuous snowflakes all morning, and there is not even a hint of sunshine, but Wei Moyan insists on walking in this weather. Shen Yuqing wanted to persuade him but did not dare to persuade him, so he had to reluctantly lead the horse and walk into the mountains.
"Master, we have arrived a day early, why are we in such a hurry to enter the mountain? Are we a little too impatient before we find out the situation of Tianhu Sect?"
No matter what Shen Yuqing asked, Wei Moyan just kept a sullen face and remained silent, while Hongxian followed close behind, as silent as a mute.
The deputy hall master of Tianshi Hall looks just like the hall master Qiao Feixue, a little too straightforward and too simple. The four hosts glanced at each other and quietly pulled Shen Yuqing aside: "Hall Master Shen, the master is not in a good mood today.
Well, it’s better not to offend him as much as possible.”
Shen Yuqing was about to reply when a strange roar suddenly pierced the sky. The wind and snow in front of him was wrapped in a ball, as if something was approaching.
The Tianhu Sect is famous for its sorcery, especially the sorcery that uses wind and snow as a matchmaker. It is the first of the three major sects. Such a scene must be caused by the Tianhu Sect. Seeing the misty snow mass approaching, Wei Moyan was shocked.
Don't be surprised, calmly turn over and dismount.
During the six years of practicing under his grandfather Wu Ya, he had learned how to remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him. The only door of death among the eight gates was guarded by the only descendant of Yue Lao. As long as Xia Qingluan did not die, he could be hurt.
Such people are rare in the world.
"We, the Tianhu Sect, have never cared about the grievances and grudges of the Central Plains. If Wei Bugui hadn't seriously injured our leader twenty years ago and forced him to enter the monastery to practice, why would we have been humbled and constrained by you Central Plains sects in the past twenty years? That's right.
Fox God Mingjian actually allowed the leader to leave seclusion at this time, haha, the grievances between the Tianhu Sect and your Wei family over the past twenty years should also be settled!"
In the empty valley, the hoarse old voice echoed eerily, and the cloud of wind and snow became thicker and larger before my eyes.
Shen Yuqing was guarding Wei Moyan with a seven-foot-wide sword in his hand, and his heart tightened a little with the howling of the wind. In the year since he entered Poyue Pavilion, he had encountered enemy swordsmen many times, but this was the first time for him to see such a strange sight.
, it’s not even clear whether the enemy is imaginary or real.
"The Tianhu Sect has made an agreement with me, Poyue Pavilion, not to interfere with each other. Why would they send people to use evil spells to trouble my Donghu branch and kill my children? It's ridiculous to shout about revenge after such a renege!"
The hoarse voice sounded again, but the direction was difficult to distinguish: "I am talking to the Pavilion Master of Poyue Pavilion, how can I have to interrupt you, a little beast!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded.
Shen Yuqing's expression changed, and he swung his wrist quickly, and the sword light in the sky actually woven a dense layer of protection in front of him.
"His target is not you."
The cold voice interrupted Shen Yuqing's proud swordsmanship. Wei Moyan's face remained expressionless, and the long sword in his hand did not move at all.
A clear sound of impact came from behind, which was the low sound of the dragon string and metal intersecting.
Shen Yuqing's clothes were instantly soaked in cold sweat.
"Thank you Miss Hongxian..." The host of Ziweitang, Shaozai, looked at the three plum-blossom darts on the ground and couldn't help but feel scared. If Hongxian hadn't taken action at the critical moment, he might have been in danger of losing his life now. Even if his internal strength was not good enough, Hongxian's His hard skills are second only to those of the hall masters.
"I heard that Can Guo, the head of the three great protectors of Tianhu Sect, has four fingers on one hand and six fingers on the other. I must have been merciful with the three poison darts just now. If two fingers were added, the result may be very different."
There was a hint of exclamation in the wind and snow: "Longxian...! So you are Hongxian!"
The world only knows that the woman holding the dragon string is called Hongxian, and they don't know whether to be happy or sad. Xia Qingluan put away the string array she had set up just a moment ago, with an indifferent expression.
"No wonder you dare to get involved in the position of leader of the martial arts alliance at such a young age. With a descendant of Yue Lao as your guardian, you really have no worries. It's just that-" A disgusting laughter came out wantonly: "A grown man needs to be protected by a woman. It really makes me laugh out loud when I tell you that. I wonder what Yue Laoquan would think if he saw his only disciple hanging around with men without a name or status."
Wei Moyan's face darkened.
"A lot of nonsense."
If Donghu has been frozen for thousands of years, it is an extremely cold place, then Wei Moyan's expression at this moment is three points colder than this extreme cold.
Can Guo has experienced many battles in his life. The moment Wei Moyan's aura converged, he knew that this young man with few enemies in the legend was about to take action. The ball surrounded by wind and snow was where Can Guo's true body was. Once he relied on his internal strength The activated snow barrier was invaded, and the remaining country was no longer able to fight back.
The outcome depends on whether the snowball can be broken.
"Back off."
After hearing the order from the Pavilion Master, Shen Yuqing had no choice but to retreat. Based on his strength, he might not be able to defeat Can Guo. There are many masters in Poyue Pavilion. How can someone who can take the position of Deputy Hall Master be an idle person? It’s just the Pavilion Master. He has always preferred quick battles, and he does not like long and drawn-out evenly matched battles. Therefore, in order to save time, the Pavilion Master often takes action himself when facing stronger opponents.
Another roar rang out, and the snow ball actually accelerated its speed and attacked several people, colliding with Wei Moyan as soon as he saw it.
Such a huge snow mass mixed with strong internal force, its impact is not difficult to imagine, but Wei Moyan stood still and did not move, even his sword did not come out of its sheath, he only slightly raised his left hand, and it seemed that he wanted to fight with it with his bare hands. .
Xia Qingluan's face was expressionless, but the hands in her sleeves were almost stiff. She was well aware of Wei Moyan's incredible internal strength, and she also knew that he was as cautious as anyone, but the Tianhu Sect was different from the Central Plains Sect in that it practiced evil. Magic, who knows what's weird in this snow ball?
Snowflakes were rising from the ground, and the shrill wind roared through the mountains.
The menacing snow mass was blocked by Wei Moyan's hand and could not move forward even half a step. After the snow mist dissipated, only a dark-like black gown could be seen flying, and the sound of tiny friction could be heard endlessly.