Chapter Twelve Hao Hookah House Sacrificial Chixian
The bustle of Huanqing Tower and the desolation of Jinbie Pavilion are as different as the sky. The thick smoke is billowing into the sky and can be seen clearly from far away in the suburbs.
"It seems that I am not the only one they are 'welcoming'." A voice without any emotion said calmly.
There were no experts worthy of taking action among the people ambushed here. They knew Wei Moyan's identity but still tried to kill him. The purpose of doing so was definitely not to kill him. The only reasonable possibility was to lure the tiger away from the mountain. Someone was trying to attack Xia Qingluan.
Wei Moyan is not in a hurry. He is very aware of Xia Qingluan's strength. Even if there are ten or twenty of these nameless little people, they are not enough to hurt her. What's more, there are Jiuhe and Shaobi beside her. If they are not first-class
There is no chance of winning if a master shows up.
"You have been following them for a long time. Do you know the origins of these people?"
Shao Jinhou pondered for a moment and said: "I haven't dealt with people in the martial arts for many years, so I don't know if my guess is correct. Their Kung Fu routines look like those from the Cleansing Palace."
"Xi Chen Palace?" He said with a peaceful look on his calm face, "Then there is no need to worry. Even if the leader of Xi Chen Palace comes in person, he can only be the soul of her dead body."
Shao Jinhou, who was following behind him, did not speak. He had only heard that Wei Moyan's kung fu was unfathomable, but he had never heard anyone mention Hongxian. All he knew was that the aloof female killer who was inseparable from the master of Poyue Pavilion was not known for his martial arts.
She is the only descendant of the famous Yue Lao, but now listening to Wei Moyan's tone, it seems that she is also a powerful character who has rarely encountered opponents. Even the leader of Xichen Palace, who is ranked thirteenth in the strength ranking of Wanqi family in Jiannan, also
There is no qualification to compare with her.
Whether he trusted Hongxian too much, or whether that woman really had such abilities, I am afraid we can only slowly understand it in the long days to come.
In the noisy Huanqing Tower, the crisis is still unfolding.
When Shao Bi was about to rush upstairs, a figure rolled down the smoky stairs and stopped at his feet. The sharp sword was broken from it. Judging from the neatness of the cut, it must have been caused by Qingqing, which meant that Hongxian had noticed
Something strange happened and they clashed with the enemy. After looking at each other with Jiuhe, the two of them rushed towards the stairs where the fire was looming without hesitation. After passing through the heavy black smoke, several rapidly intersecting figures came into view.
Xia Qingluan, dressed in bright red clothes, is particularly eye-catching no matter where she is. She is as graceful as a butterfly or a flower, and her slender figure is as slender as a willow. She is able to survive the siege with ease, while her opponent has many wounds on his body, making him extremely embarrassed in comparison.
The gorgeous and voluptuous red light in the sky shocked Jiuhe and Shaobi. When did Hongxian, who was defeated by Deputy Hall Master Shen in the spring martial arts performance, become so powerful? The red light swirled and flew with great force, and the red light was like a red lotus gifted by the gods.
The fire, opening and closing is very similar to when the Pavilion Master uses the Mo Heng Sword, but it is less domineering and more flexible, with sharp determination in the softness, and the complete Qixiao Sword Formation is forced to be used.
Shocked to pieces.
Three generations of unparalleled geniuses from the Wei family have worked hard for decades, and the extremely talented Wei Moyan personally taught him. Now Xia Qingluan is worthy of joining the ranks of everyone.
Seeing Jiuhe Shaobi rushing to the second floor, the middle-aged man wiped the blood splattered on his face and shouted bitterly: "Take it!"
The few people who could still move were relieved and jumped downstairs from the window as fast as possible.
Although the Xichen Palace did not send out the strongest masters in this battle, it paid extra attention to the Earthly Life Protector Ma Qiutian and brought six disciples who were worthy of their name. Unexpectedly, Hongxian alone was able to defeat the Qixiao Sword Formation, making the
One person in Xichen Palace died, and the other six except Ma Qiutian were all injured.
"I'm going to chase..." Jiuhe flew up and was about to jump off the second floor, but was stopped by Shao Bi.
"Forget it, are you confident of escaping from the siege?" He turned around and saw that Xia Qingluan's expression was not affected as usual. Shao Bi felt a little relieved and said, "I came here late, please punish me, the hall master."
Xia Qingluan shook her head, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes: "Let's leave here first."
All the guests had already been evacuated outside Huanqing Building. Only the shopkeeper and the waiters were still struggling to save them. It was not until someone jumped from the second floor that they realized that a fight had just occurred. Jiuhe carried the dead Xichengong subordinate and threw it to the shopkeeper.
In front of him, he took out a piece of broken silver and handed it to the child who led the room: "The fire was set by the Xichen Palace. If you have the ability, you can go to them to argue. If you don't want to cause trouble, just endure it. You can also go to the Lanling Poyue Pavilion branch.
Someone will provide the money to renovate the inn, and you will still be your innkeeper. However, from now on, Huanqing Tower will belong to Poyue Pavilion."
Poyue Pavilion's wealth does not come from extortion, most of it is accumulated through this kind of protection and ownership. As the leader, Wei Moyan knows very well that it is the same in any field. Without financial backing, everything can only be empty talk.
"Qing Luan." In the chaos, a slender and steady figure walked through the crowd and came to him. There was no surprise in his eyes, "A person from Xichen Palace?"
"Well, Ma Qiutian came here with Qixiao. Is there something going on there as well?"
Wei Moyan nodded: "It's just to delay time. There is not even anyone worthy of using the sword. It seems that this group of people is coming for you."
Some people have already started to make mysteries.
"This is the Master of Hongxian Hall, right? With jade bones and icy skin, and a face as beautiful as a sculpture, he is indeed a majestic figure. He is worthy of being a descendant of Concubine Yan." Before Shao Jinhou could finish his words, a red light rose high, with a strong killing blow.
The intention rushed towards my face with lightning speed.
The white sword turned slightly and was blocking in front of Shao Jinhou. It was intertwined with the thin red string: "One of my own."
This sentence alone made Xia Qingluan's eyes turn cold. Although Wei Moyan was dissatisfied with Shao Jinhou's rude remarks, he was not guilty of ignorance and it was inconvenient to investigate further.
"Poyue Pavilion does not care about the past. Everyone must cut off their past identity. It is best not to comment on other people's affairs."
Concubine Yan is Ruan Qingyan, and the title was given posthumously by Emperor Jingguang after she committed suicide in the Jinluan Hall. For other women, it may be an honor, but for the Xiao family, it is a great insult. Although Xia Qingluan followed
Yue Lao only lived for five short years, but during these five years, what he saw and heard was Master's praise and remembrance of his mother, and could not tolerate any slander. His love for Ruan Qingyan, his hatred for Emperor Jingguang, and after Yue Lao's death,
Afterwards, everything was entrusted to her, so in her heart, anyone who dared to be disrespectful to her mother was guilty of a heinous crime and deserved to die.
Masters often compete overnight. Although Wei Moyan stopped him, Shao Jinhou had already deeply understood the strength contained in Hongxian. Although he still didn't know what her limit was, she was indeed more than enough to deal with him. Even if he didn't want to admit it,
, the facts are before our eyes and there is no room for sophistry.
Shao Jinhou stopped provoking, clasped his hands, and his eyes turned to be humble and respectful: "I, the ghost shadow Shao Jinhou, is a newcomer under the command of Pavilion Master Wei. There is something offending in what I said just now, please forgive me, Master Hongxian Hall."
He could kill without nodding his head, and continuing to entangle would only put Wei Moyan in a dilemma. Xia Qingluan coldly accepted her affection and said nothing.
"Ghosting, you stay in Jincheng for the time being and pay attention to the movements of various sects, and we will go back together after I come back from southern Xinjiang. Shao Bi Jiuhe, go get the horse and prepare to set off."
After receiving the order, the three of them left separately. Having just experienced the fight and being angry with Marquis Shao Jin, Xia Qingluan inevitably had a bad look on her face and walked forward along the Jinshui River without looking back.
Wei Moyan knew that she was angry with him for blocking her. To her, the words Ruan Qingyan were an untouchable pain.
"Still angry?"
"How dare you." She took a step, and he followed her, unable to get away no matter what. Xia Qingluan simply stopped, but her tone was still stiff and cold.
"Now is not the time to lose your temper." The moist figure walked to the side. By the sparkling blue Jinshui River, the tacit understanding of black and red stood side by side, like an ink painting with continuous artistic conception.
"Things have changed, and I'm worried that you may be in danger."