He Lan Tianxia

From then on, the young master of the pavilion hid by Princess Yan'er's side. He knew that from that day on, he had disappeared from her world. Perhaps this disappearance in exchange for every moment of companionship was the richest reward God could give him. He felt that he was willing and lucky.

So, in this life, if someone cares about you and loves you silently behind your back, and you only realize it after a long time, or maybe you will never know, isn't that a kind of luck?

Under the secret protection of the young master, Princess Yan'er escaped several calamities. Murong Junlan specially hosted a banquet for the young master to express his gratitude. He also repeatedly urged him to enter the palace and offered him an official position, but the young master declined. Murong Junlan then offered him ten thousand taels of gold, which the young master also declined.

He knew none of this would help him. What he lacked was a lover, but he would never have one because he didn't have a suitable identity. His identity was merely that of a bodyguard, a close confidant. However, he didn't regret it. He was willing, as long as she was happy.

He once asked Murong Junlan why he dared to use him; was he gambling with his conscience? Murong Junlan pondered for a moment, then said:

"The person who is least willing to hurt her is the person who loves her the most."

"Then why are you worried about Murong Dubai?"

"Because all he knows is how to possess."

Several years passed uneventfully, and the young master of the pavilion transformed his regret into companionship in the ordinary days, until the day of Murong Junlan and Yan'er's wedding, when he got drunk. That drunkenness became his final farewell to her.

That day, all the ceremonies were completed. He escorted the newlyweds to their bridal chamber, and he could no longer contain himself. He took a bottle of wine and got himself drunk. As he gazed sorrowfully at the auspicious bridal chamber in the palace, imagining the red silk curtains swaying gently and the paper-cut "double happiness" characters reflected in the window screen, suddenly a beam of fire shot straight up from the eaves...

He sobered up instantly, but it was too late. The vicious Murong Dubai had already surrounded the bridal chamber. As he rushed in alone to rescue him, Murong Dubai, who had long plotted a rebellion and wanted to seize the country, had already thrust a sharp sword at Murong Junlan.

He threw his broadsword, which was blocked by Murong Dubai. Then, Murong Dubai's second sword was aimed straight at Murong Junlan. The young pavilion master leaped forward, intending to block the sword, but unexpectedly, another person was faster than him. A beautiful figure suddenly appeared in front of Murong Junlan, who was shocked and stunned.

The two men watched as their beloved woman fell. The gushing blood brought the man who had drawn the sword to his senses.

With a final burst of strength, Murong Junlan pierced through his body with the sharp sword, and the two of them died together.

All three men lost. In this contest, whether it was for power or for a woman, no one won.

Alas--

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From then on, the Pavilion Master disappeared without a trace. Murong Dubai, who had seized the throne, didn't ascend to the throne either. Only then did he realize that what he truly desired wasn't just the throne, but a throne with Yan'er by his side. Now that Yan'er was dead, what use was the throne to him? Who would appreciate it?

The young man later heard that Murong Dubai had also disappeared. Only Murong Dubai himself knew that he had hidden Yan'er's body and started frantically making drugs. He wanted to use drugs to cure Yan'er because a master had told him that drugs could sometimes be a kind of medicine.

No one knew when the young master disappeared, because he was originally Murong Junlan's secret agent, so no one in the court knew about him. It was as if he had never been to the palace. What the people in the court found even more puzzling was the disappearance of Murong Dubai. He was clearly capable of ascending the throne, so why did he suddenly vanish? Was he murdered? No one knew.

The emperor, who had just abdicated, suddenly lost two sons and fell seriously ill from grief. He had no choice but to appoint a more capable son as emperor. With the new emperor on the throne, everything needed to be rebuilt. The officials were busy with state affairs, and since matters of the palace could not be discussed casually, everyone gradually forgot about the incident and stopped talking about it.

The young master began his wanderings. At first, he was concerned about the suffering of the people, but later he went into seclusion. Several times, he was discovered by chance. Because of his handsome appearance and indifference to worldly affairs, people eventually recognized him as a deity and treated him with special respect. Some bold girls secretly fell in love with him and confessed their feelings directly, making him restless. So he kept changing his location until he came to the Xuanmo Cave. Later, he discovered the Lihentian.

He lived in the Realm of Sorrow for thousands of years.

Unexpectedly, ten thousand years later, the person he had never forgotten barged into his Lihentian. Was she here to continue their predestined relationship from their previous life?

The pavilion master waited for a while but received no response. He turned around and saw that the woman seemed to have had her pressure points acupoints pressed. So he quickly released the pressure points from a distance.

After waiting a while longer, huh? Why isn't she getting up yet? Could she have been injured? The sect leader disregarded the difference between men and women, and rushed forward to check. Her pulse was normal, and there were no external injuries. Could it be internal? No, he needed to treat her. So he picked her up and carried her directly to his bedroom, placing the little spirit Yan'er on the bed.

At this moment, the outer gate of the pavilion was shaken twice more. The pavilion master could not wait any longer. He crossed his legs, clasped his hands together and channeled his inner energy. Then, with a swift push, two streams of internal energy were transmitted to the little spirit Yan'er.

Yan'er had a nightmare while lying on the floor, but now with two warm radiators, she felt instantly comfortable. Her mind cleared, the nightmare vanished, and it immediately turned into a sweet dream. Ah, this dream is great! She even bumped into a handsome guy. Not only was he good-looking, but his gentle voice was also incredibly comforting. Hmm, I'll sleep a little longer.

So Yan'er sat there and fell asleep. To be honest, who wants to wake up from a good dream? Besides, these two continuous streams of internal energy felt as comfortable as breathing oxygen, and she couldn't be bothered with them. Sleep well, and if anyone dares to wake me, I'll kill them.

As the sect leader focused on channeling his inner energy, the other party suddenly froze in surprise. Fortunately, his internal energy was profound, otherwise he would have been backfired and vomited blood. Seeing that Yan'er was unwilling to wake up, and worried that she might have internal injuries or was simply exhausted, the sect leader continued to channel his inner energy with pity. When he saw Yan'er's face flushed and a faint smile on her face, the sect leader's heart softened instantly. He even forgot that the last time he saw this face was ten thousand years ago.

While the people on one side were sleeping soundly, dreaming sweet dreams, Murong Junlan was frantic with worry. He attacked the gate more than a dozen times, but apart from knocking down a few stones, it remained completely unmoved. It seemed he had met his match today.