Hibiscus Moon

Unbearable red leaves and moss, and it is a cool wind and rainy day.

The autumn rain has fallen for a few times, and the sky is getting colder. The maple leaves on Mount Mang are turning red. Looking from a distance, it seems that the whole mountain is on fire. Accompanied by the desolate autumn rain, the fire is not extinguished.

The reason why the Jiehuo Sect is called "Jiehuo" means to relieve the urgent fire in the world, and its original intention is to support justice and be willing to help others. However, after the second leader, it gradually became a cult. When Bu Jingyu was the leader, he was determined to Xiehuojiao got rid of the name of cult, but it didn't occur to Buyue that it was already a demon cult that stirred up bloody storms in the whole rivers and lakes, and could never turn back.

Today, the major sects of the martial arts are besieging and suppressing the Huojiao. The two sides have fought three battles. The Huojiao has taken advantage of the dangerous terrain and various pass agencies to guard the entire mountain as if it were impregnable. With limited personnel, no matter how impregnable the defense is, there will always be a day of collapse.

In the Fengyue Pavilion, the autumn rain and the breeze, a few pieces of red maple drifted in, the purple gold gluttonous incense burner on the curved table table quietly filled with the warm fragrance of shredded tobacco, and a faint light slowly flowed in every corner of the house.

Bu Yuezai carefully wiped the long sword in his hand with a silk handkerchief. The blade of the sword was thin and slender, less than the width of two fingers. Amethyst, under the gem, there are words like flowing water: Luanyue.

Bu Yue looked at the sword with a lingering and hot gaze, like the eyes of a lover, melting the fragrance of the next round of bright moon like soft spring water.

This sword embraces the moon, Xia Yunfeng forged it for him.

The Jie Huo Sect couldn't trap Xia Yunfeng, when the man left, he presented the sword with his own hands, as if cutting everything, the man said: "The world is precarious, from now on each is in battle, Ah Yue, I can't see you messing up the world. "

Buyue looked at him without saying anything, he knew that once he opened his mouth, he would lose, so he could only watch his back leave, but there was still a bitter smile on his lips.

"Master." Li Luan called again.

Buyue just raised her eyes at this time, and her glazed eyes reflected two points of laziness and three points of melancholy: "Is everything arranged?"

"It's all arranged, just wait for the leader to speak."

The bronze mirror in the room reflected Bu Yue's figure, dressed in black clothes, aloof and arrogant, and a red maple tree outside the window behind him was like a fire burning the sky, reflecting his eyes as if they were dyed with flames, charming and charming.

Buyue glanced at the bronze mirror, and looked away: "As soon as the rain stops, I will go to meet these so-called martial arts leaders, well-known and righteous heroes."

"Yes."

Li Luan withdrew, another ray of autumn wind blew outside the window, with a touch of dampness, the leaves of the fiery red maple trees shook, and crystal water drops fell on the ground.

Buyue carefully opened the food box on the table, it was delivered by Mr. He Kanzhuo... the anti-fetal medicine was warmed in hot water, and the heat was just right.

Buyue had a great psychological shadow on the anti-fetal medicine, and wanted to cry when he smelled it. He cursed at the bowl of medicine a few times, but still held his nose in disgust and drank it.

"The poison of the leader has not been cured yet?"

The sound came suddenly, Buyue froze for a moment, and almost spit out the medicine in one gulp. He looked at Li Luan who had gone and returned, and wailed in his heart, swallowed the last mouthful suddenly, and pretended to be relaxed and said: "It's just some medicine to nourish the body, and the poison in it has already been detoxified."

"Why did the leader secretly drink medicine?"

Buyue sat up straight: "Which eye of yours saw me drinking medicine secretly?"

Li Luan didn't answer, went up a few steps, picked up the medicine bowl and smelled it, Fang said: "It's indeed a tonic, it's because my subordinates are overwhelmed."

Bu Yue finally breathed a sigh of relief, the people around him knew some medicine, and he was afraid that Li Luan would find out something, his face is thicker than a city wall, but if he wants to let others know that he is pregnant, he really wants to There are dead hearts.

He cleared his throat, pretending to be relaxed and said: "You go and come back, but there is still something to report?"

"Master, the rain has stopped."

Buyue looked out the window, the rain seemed to have stopped long ago, the gray sky was still stained with moisture, which made the red maple tree even more gorgeous like fire.

"You order to go down, this seat is going down the mountain."

"Yes."

When Li Luan went out the door, he was still puzzled: it's strange, why does the drink that my leader drinks is like an anti-fetal medicine?

At the foot of Mang Mountain, there were many tents densely packed. The autumn rain had just stopped, and occasionally a few people walked outside the tents. They were all Lianjiazi with steady steps and long breaths. One of them met the other and cursed in a low voice. : "This Demon Cult is really some hard-shelled bastards! We have been attacking for more than half a month, and we haven't even entered a pass!"

Another person said: "No, I thought that it would take only four or five days to burn this devil's den to a handful of ashes, but now I am still standing guard in the rain. This Demon Sect has taken over."

"That's not necessarily the case. Now, Shaolin, Wudang, Butianmen, Konglin Academy, Yu Zhen's family and the head of Linjiang Villa have all come. As long as the food and grass in the Devil's Cult run out, Buyue will be unable to fly even if he has three heads and six arms!"

The man across from him twisted the water on his clothes and was about to speak when he suddenly saw a large group of people rushing out from the dense forest of Mangshan Mountain. From the dark red clothes, he knew it was the Demon Cult. Under the dripping clothes, he shouted excitedly: "The people of the Demon Cult have gone down the mountain! The Demon Cult has gone down the mountain!"

As soon as he yelled, people stood outside the tent in the blink of an eye, all of them gritted their teeth and blushed as they watched the surging Demon Cult crowd.

But in a short while, the group of people has arrived on the opposite side. There are probably less than 200 people in red clothes. The leader is sitting lazily on the shoulders carried by the four people. Being blown around by the wind and dancing wildly, it made him look even more stunning, bewitching and bewildering, a pair of glazed eyes swept across the crowd lightly, with casual scrutiny.

Even without thinking about it, one knows that that person is Buyue. His portrait and rumors about his appearance have already spread throughout the Jianghu. Even the uncle who sells sesame seed cakes at the corners and alleys knows what that Buyue devil looks like.

But seeing a real person at first glance, still can't help being so amazed. Under the gray sky, the autumn wind is bleak, but I only feel that there are thousands of colors and rays of light on that person, so amazingly beautiful.

Buyue's gaze scanned a circle and landed on a certain place, which was the gathering place of the disciples of Linjiang Villa. The leader was in green clothes and black hair, with a high tree crown, and his stature was always as straight as a dangerous peak cut by a knife. Looking at him coldly, there is always a sense of righteousness on the resolute face.

That person is a hero of the rivers and lakes, and that place is where he should stand.

"The devil! I finally have the courage to come out and die today!" someone said loudly, looking very stupid.

Buyue withdrew her gaze, looked at the countless menacing faces, and said with a slight smile: "I am here today to meet the martial arts masters among you. You recommend ten of the most powerful people to fight with me." In one match, if you win, I will kill myself immediately; if you lose, you will go back to each other and never offend my Jie Huo sect. How about it?"

After he finished speaking, his eyes fell flat on Xia Yunfeng's face again, the man also looked at him, frowning slightly, under the hazy sky, he couldn't see his expression.