Hibiscus Moon

Inside the deep purple curtain, the hibiscus tent is warm, and in the corner of the room, a purple gold gluttonous incense burner opens its ferocious mouth and smokes curling up, making the person on the soft couch even more beautiful and gorgeous.

It's just that the man was lazily smoking a cigarette, looking listless.

"Master."

Those lazy amber eyes glanced at the person kneeling not far away, and the voice was too lazy: "I'm back."

Gu Ji said: "According to the instructions of the leader, the subordinates set fire to the Sanctuary Palace, but found something under the Wuyou Tower, and asked the leader to take a look."

"What is it?"

Gu Ji seemed a little excited, opened his mouth and said, "Please move, Lord."

Buyue finally paused smoking, and opened her half-closed eyelids completely, covered with a layer of sadness: "I don't want to see things in Sanssouci Palace." The jasper of the bird, the shredded tobacco from the mouth is always hazy and melancholy.

Gu Ji said: "It's not something from Sanssouci Palace."

His glazed eyes turned to Gu Ji, and after a while, he sat up from the soft couch.

In the warmer weather in early spring, the underground stone room of the Demon Cult was already gloomy and cold, but today it became extraordinarily cold. When I entered the room, I saw that the huge ice block standing in the center of the stone room was still emitting white mist.

Buyue stopped in front of the ice and found that it was a coffin made of plastic, through the hazy ice, it seemed that there was a person lying inside.

Gu Ji signaled his subordinates to work together to push open the lid of the coffin, Bu Yue's breath stopped, and his eyes were fixed on the person lying in the coffin.

In the white mist, the man was dressed in a red dress like fire, with a beautiful face, seven or eight points similar to Buyue, but her eyebrows and eyes were not so romantic and lazy, she was softer, like a girl dreaming a sweet dream .

Even though he didn't know how to describe her face, although it was his sad childhood, this person gave him countless care and warm love, Buyue could recognize her at a glance.

This is his mother, Lu Zipei.

"mother……"

It's just that the person who called her was no longer Bu Yue when she was a child, and she would never open her eyes to see Yue'er when she grew up.

He described her face with his fingertips as if going back in time. In the past 20 years, the two turmoil in the world and all the swords and swords were caused by her.

Even though he hated her for abandoning her husband and son because of countless rumors at that time, he actually always wanted to see her again, even if it was a lonely grave.

"You mean, the coffin was found under Wuyou Building?"

"Yes, because the Wuyou Building is not easy to catch fire compared to other places, the subordinates led people to check it, and found an underground secret room, which contained the coffin of the lady."

"You did very well."

Buyue looked carefully at Lu Zipei's remains again, and put the coffin lid on with her own hands.

Lu Zipei's body was well preserved. About this matter, Lu Zijin lied to Buyue, was it to provoke him to kill him?Had he regretted killing Lu Zipei back then?

He also thought of Lu Zijin's eyes when he was dying, so desperate and sad, he never saw him from the beginning to the end.

"In the Palace of Sanssouci, can you find out who put the poisonous needle?"

"It hasn't been found yet, and no one is willing to identify it."

Buyue took a deep breath of the cigarette, and then exhaled the thick white shreds of tobacco long and lingeringly, like a sigh.

"Let's put it all away." Buyue took a few steps towards the door, "except Bichi."

"Yes, Master."

When Yu Lianhuan led the people from Sanssouci Palace down to the foot of Mang Mountain, one of them was already waiting at the fork in front of him. The man's black hair was like water, and his black clothes were like ink. Like a lonely shadow, in the warm spring season, it is even more chilling.

Everyone stopped, not knowing whether the visitor was an enemy or a friend.

Yu Lianhuan took a few steps forward, and said loudly, "Why did you block my way?"

The black figure turned around, with long eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and a face like spring flowers and flowing water. It is very good-looking. I don't know how many people have touched their hearts. Like the moon.

Yu Lianhuan was slightly startled: "Buyue?"

The black clothes seemed to immerse his whole body in a thick black mist, completely changing his temperament and making him even colder.

Buyue smiled, her eyebrows and eyes were bright, as bright as the moon in the sky: "It's me, I'm here to see you off." His tone was very relaxed and happy.

Yu Lianhuan frowned slightly, her voice did not fluctuate at all: "Thank you, Master Bu, farewell."

Buyue waved her hand: "Thank you, there is no need, you say goodbye to each other here, let's go, from now on, there will be no more Sanssouci Palace in this world."

"what!"

"Buyue, what do you mean!"

Everyone looked at him in astonishment, with resentment on every face.

Buyue seemed very satisfied with their reaction at the moment, but she pretended to be sad and said: "All of you have broken my heart, I won't kill you, but I don't want to hear any news about Sanssouci Palace, so I burned a Burn it, and you will never meet me again, or I will be sad."

"Buyue, you..." Yu Lianhuan opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to ask, is it true that once the identities of the righteous and evil factions are confirmed, they will always be incompatible enemies?Obviously, the difference is just an identity, if Buyue is always Ouyang Yue, they might be able to spend their whole life happily in Sanssouci Palace.

The junior sister behind him said: "Even if you destroy the Sanssouci Palace, as long as we don't die and the hatred doesn't die, you will pay back double what you have done today!"

"Senior Sister Shuangling is still eloquent, that's fine, if your hatred for me persists, even if you come to me for revenge, I won't show any mercy."

"Bah! Who is your senior sister! Listening to it makes my aunt's ears dirty!"

Yu Lianhuan raised his hand to stop her from continuing, he really couldn't understand Buyue now, and was afraid that he would kill Shuang Ling if he was upset.

"Everyone listen to my order and leave. From then on, the rivers and lakes will be far away, and there will be no more Sanssouci Palace."

"Young Master Yu, you..." Shuang Ling saw those black jade-like eyes, hiding deep helplessness, she finally softened her tone, "Okay, let's go, I'll listen to you."

Yu Lianhuan patted her on the shoulder, her voice sank slightly: "Take care, as long as you are alive, there is hope."

When she heard this sentence, a torrent surged in her heart for no reason, and she nodded firmly: "Okay! I will work hard to live!"

The other teachers and sisters in Sanssouci Palace bid farewell to each other. Although the women were tender, none of them shed tears, and they all left in different directions in the end.

Buyue stood on the side of the road and watched them leave one by one. Some people turned their heads and looked at Yu Lianhuan full of nostalgia, and looked at him full of hatred, but he didn't care anymore.

In the end, only Yu Lianhuan and him were left, and Buyue got straight to the point: "Just say what you have to say."

Yu Lianhuan said: "Since ancient times, righteousness and evil have been incompatible, Ah Yue, if you choose the way of evil, can you never turn back?"

Buyue said: "I won't look back." The answer was very simple.

"What about Xia Yunfeng? He has been punishing rape and eradicating evil, and taking it as his duty to uphold justice in the world, but you run counter to him. Would he kill you?"

"Maybe, but there's no turning back."

"why?"

Buyue smiled: "Why do you say? I don't kill Jianghu people, but Jianghu people want to kill me; I don't want to kill Qin Shu, but she died under my sword. That's why you want, it's so simple!"

"But you killed my aunt!"

"Lu Zijin killed my mother, you can take revenge, shouldn't I take revenge?"

"You've done too much killing."

"What does this have to do with the Palace of Sanssouci?"

"..."

Yu Lianhuan was stunned for a moment, then bowed with fists tightly: "Farewell, there will be no date!"

He gritted his teeth and walked cleanly. On the mountain path in the warm spring, his back was like the wind, and he disappeared into the green mountain forest in a few breaths.

Back to the Demon Sect, the quiet and luxurious Fengyue Pavilion suddenly seemed a little lonely, so Buyue waved her hand to invite Du Yu, and raised her eyebrows at him.

Du Yu was slightly startled, and also gave him a wink, raised his eyebrows, and smiled ripplingly.

Buyue urged: "Hurry up!"

Du Yu trotted: "Yes, my lord!"

It didn't take long for him to bring back several beautiful women, playing music, singing and dancing to accompany drinks, all of which were arranged according to Buyue's previous preferences.