The humid air sways, the lush branches and leaves of towering ancient trees cover the sky and the sun, and the thick and unknown green plants spread out of sight and disappeared into the mottled sunshine.
The style of southern Xinjiang is very different from the warm Jiangnan. There are flowers in front of you, green vines are lingering, and there is not even a visible road under your feet. The horses of the group are placed in their residences outside the forests, and local people say that horses cannot be raised here.
Wei Moyan did not think that he could ride a horse in such a dense forest.
Along the way, Jiuhe slashed the vines and grass in front of him. At first, it felt easy, but after a few hours, the shoulders and arms were sore. These seemingly soft but tough plants consumed too much energy.
"I don't know where that person will appear. Even if you find such a big mountain, you may not be able to travel all corners even if you find it for a year." Shao Bi said.
According to Qiao Feixue's clue, the person I was looking for was living in seclusion in a deep mountain called Dongyu on the edge of the southern border, which had not appeared for several years. This is the last person I was looking for. Shao Jinhou has already been with Lanling.
He got in touch and was temporarily waiting in Jincheng. The second person had already died before Wei Moyan arrived at his place. Not surprisingly, he died at the hands of the Chenchen Palace.
In fact, after the attack on Jincheng, Wei Moyan had already speculated that his group of people had long been known to outsiders, otherwise, Xichen Palace would not have arrived at Jincheng first and designed a secret attack. As for how it leaked, it would only be possible to return to the pavilion.
There is a conclusion.
"I have been out for more than ten days, and I don't know if the pavilion is peaceful."
Xia Qingluan's worries were also something Wei Moyan cared about. Since his itinerary has been leaked, it is difficult to take care of Huamen and others, and will not take the opportunity to attack the Poyue Pavilion headquarters in Lanling City. It is a pity that he turned around now. He really needs more to use it.
people.
However, after four days of entering the mountain, nothing was found.
Shao Bi looked around and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Master, there is water source in front of him."
Looking up, it was getting late, Wei Moyan waved his hand: "Let's rest here tonight."
Although I occasionally encounter small streams and shallow pools these days, it is not as abundant and clear as the one in front of me. It is better to say it is a stream than a small river.
Jiuhe, who was still childish, thrust over the shore with a cheer. The cold splashes hit the face were particularly refreshing. The fatigue of walking for days was wiped out, and he didn't even think about getting up.
"Let's play later, go with me to find some wood to make fire." The helpless elder Shao Bi pulled Jiuhe away like an elder.
Having been accustomed to riding horses and the smooth roads of Jiangnan, the days of walking slowly in the deep mountains made Xia Qingluan feel a little tired. She just found some fallen leaves under the tree and sat down, closing her eyes to rest, gradually becoming confused.
A trace of coldness slashed across the cheeks in the haze, and the refreshing feeling immediately drove away the drowsiness. When I opened my eyes, the white silk handkerchief soaked in water was pressing against my face.
"Tired?" Wei Moyan handed over the silk handkerchief. Under the sunset, his delicate facial features were covered with a light golden color. "If you can't find someone tomorrow, go back."
"It's not easy to find a needle in a haystack, so big a mountain."
Xia Qingluan did not take the silk handkerchief, but got up and walked to the riverside, bowed and scooped up the clear river water on her face.
The waves are shimmering, the flowers are floating on the shore, the soft shallow lines rippling, and the water is slightly fragrant with petals, which is completely different from the gloomy scenery in the deep woods.
After being cleansed by water, the beautiful side face seems much brighter. A few clear water droplets hung on the delicate and white cheeks. The wet hair was tucked behind the ears, as if the peerless Rong Hua, who is not as good as the world's fireworks, was quietly
It was engraved in the background of the late fire clouds. Even though the plain face was facing the sky, this face still made Wei Moyan look at it forever.
When Xia Qingluan found someone staring at her intently, she turned her head slightly, and her eyes were a little unnatural: "I'm not the person you are looking for, what are you looking for?"
The always silent figure did not answer, sitting along the river next to the bright red between the sky and the earth.
The mountain flowers sway in the wind, falling to the ground, stretching for ten miles and becoming a sea.
If time can be peaceful and peaceful, who would be willing to put your life on fighting and killing? Three cups and two cups of light wine with the loved one, the piano and the zither shocked the fallen river swallows, don’t think about how far apart the underworld is, say a few words
He grows old with me, and has a fate that lasts for three lifetimes, far superior to the ruler of the world but is far superior to the cold. He is not born warlike, but rather unwilling to give him the opportunity to live like an ordinary person. Even such time of sitting side by side is limited.
"When I returned to Jiangnan from Xidaoshan, I didn't expect that the road to revitalize the Wei family's hegemony would be so smooth. I thought it would take at least half my life to achieve it. Looking back now, I even felt it was incredible. I experienced countless experiences
The battle and the plot were so dull that it was so dull that it wasn't known whether it was tired or tired. Sometimes I even wanted to let go of everything, ignore everything, and find a place where no one was there to get drunk last time."
"You will be drunk too?" Xia Qingluan blurted out.
Wei Moyan turned his head and looked at him strangely, and suddenly chuckled: "You can joke too?"
A person who does not pour a thousand cups of wine as water said he wanted to experience a hangover, while a person who is calm and indifferent as cold as black ice told a well-known teasing. I don’t know if it was influenced by the bright mountains or the two of them were together.
I have become accustomed to letting go of my identity, and these two conversations are completely different from what they can say.
"It is said that the Moon Master is ahead of his predestiny and understands the destiny of heaven. He has not calculated a fortune for you?"
When talking about the deceased master, Xia Qingluan was a little sad: "The master has a strange personality. After taking me in, he refused to take any life for anyone. He rarely talks except teaching Kung Fu and Qimen Zhizuo. He always stays in the room to drink.
He will only tell me about his mother when he is drunk. If he has been praying for me, how could he let me go even though he knows that the Wei family is in trouble?"
"If you don't know, you are fearless. Those who know your destiny are the most miserable." The slender fingers twitched the water, and the calm river surface once again ripples appeared. "Life is just a big gamble. If you knew the ending, you would lose all your interest if you had known it.
.The things that are coming and the people you are about to meet, there is no expectation for the future without any suspense. Just like a year ago, I would never have thought that there would be something more important to me than the world."
His stubbornness and unwillingness are like weeds, and they will grow around her at any time. It seems that only after receiving her affirmative answer can this life be filled. Xia Qingluan cannot escape, cannot escape, and resist again and again without any resistance.
The effect actually makes oneself fall into the quagmire and become more and more confused.
"The Master Zixiu's illness is worse than that."
Wei Moyan was puzzled by his headless words: "Her health has always been bad and often recurs."
Can the woman who gave everything for him without asking for anything in return not even a little concern? Will this be her final outcome?
"What you can't get is precious, and once you have it, it will be abandoned like grass. People say that you can't get it. I think it may not be a good thing if you can get it." Xia Qingluan's voice became cold again.
"It's not started, how can you talk about abandoning it?" Wei Moyan didn't understand. He just wanted her a truth. Why did he always mess around and get others into it? The red string is the red string, the purple sleeve is the purple sleeve, he
Whoever likes doesn't need other people's consent.
And she naturally knew what he was thinking, but she couldn't stand such a gentle and kind person and died of depression.
The quiet and stagnant face turned into his eyes, with her black hair carrying the wind, and her eyebrows and eyes as picturesque as her eyes. For the first time, she looked at him so directly, but every word was like thunder.