[Thunderbolt] Your sister

Qinggeng Lengfeng is located in the severe cold, only the vast wind and snow fall into the eyes of the people, and the trees are withered and there is no trace of people.

However, under the severe cold of the cold peak, there is a wealth of aura hidden.

Feng Qianxue has been practicing Confucianism since she was a child. The knowledge system of Confucianism is huge and complicated, and she also dabbles in geomantic omen and so on. In addition, she has been cultivating Qi for a long time and absorbing the awe-inspiring Qi of heaven and earth. After living in it for a few months, she already feels green. What makes Cold Peak special.

The place that Fei En Fei Miao found for her was not bad. The cold spring in the cave was connected with water veins, and besides drinking, it could also be used for people to absorb spiritual energy.The rocks outside the cave just avoid the wind direction, so as to avoid the worry of snow avalanche covering the entrance of the cave.

Not far south of the cave is the hot spring group. If you go down to the southwest, you can reach Wangtian Ancient House within a few miles.

It's a pity that Feng Qianxue has become accustomed to a solitary life in the sinful pit. She clocks in to work on time nine days a month (by mistake), and practice martial arts and read books in her spare time. Solo property.

Fei Miao Fei En often came to see her, the reason was "it's been so long to see if you're still alive", but she was actually thinking about the snacks she made occasionally.

Feng Qianxue always received the two lolis very friendly.

The innocent loli is always refreshing, isn't it?

It stands to reason that she should have visited Wangtian Gushe after living there for several months. After all, Mo Chenyin is not only a resident of this place, but also a senior and a friend of Bo Zangzhu, but she has never been there.

Mo Chenyin didn't seem to care about this, and only passed on a few times through Feimiao, or gave some daily necessities.

Because she knew from the bottom of her heart that this kind of boarding life could not last for a long time.

One day, I still have to go back to the pit of sin and resume the life of tensing every nerve, hiding all weaknesses, not giving my heart, not caring about others, not asking about the past or the future.

Even if you want to give, you have to wrap up goodwill layer by layer, seeming to be true or false—just like Lonely Que changing ways to toss Yuren Xiaoxie, just like she only curry favor with Lonely Que when he needs help.

Master Bo Zang probably did this out of good intentions, but he is also a person who has secrets and cannot help himself. He should have other considerations for not letting her follow.

As for the crime pit, it is not impossible to find out her whereabouts.

She has no intention of calculating how long this kind of carefree and clean life can last, and she always procrastinates day by day. Anyway, she is not the only one who postpones her return by taking advantage of holidays and public holidays.

At most, after going back, he will be tossed about by Kuanglong pretending to be crazy, selling silly nonsense, so that he won't be played to death.

Counting the date, it has already entered July, but the flow of time in the cold peak seems to be frozen, always staying in the severe winter.

Feng Qianxue sat cross-legged at the entrance of the cave in a daze.

The sky is gray and misty, and the thousand-year-old snow is stagnant. The snow color and the mottled mountain scenery intertwined with each other set off each other, and the snow peaks stretch endlessly into the distance.

Such an environment can easily make people feel a lot of emotion.

How far away the world is, how small the whole body is.

Then, I thought of Yuren.

Compared with Yuren, she doesn't seem to be a sentimental person.

No matter whether it is discovering that he has time-traveled or his fate is full of hardships, all the dangers and ups and downs encountered so far have been naturally endured.

Not for anything else, just to be a man and always look forward.

That's the truth she learned in her previous life-life is just a few decades, and everyone is struggling for their own short-term and long-term goals.Studying and studying, growing up, getting married and having children, respecting the old and caring for the young, getting old, dying in the wind...until returning to the dust and completing a complete reincarnation.

The kind of enthusiasm that condenses all the joys and sorrows, love, hatred, and hatred in just a few decades, although eager for quick success, haste, and various shortcomings, has its own colorful colors.

However, in this life, her natural lifespan was already longer than her previous life, and it was extended due to her martial arts practice. Nearly a hundred years passed, and she still maintained a physical appearance between a girl and a young woman.

At first, there was still the pressure of survival that forced her to squeeze out all her energy and spirit to continue to challenge, but now?

Leaving the Pit of Sin is a matter of time, and after that?

Some masters or innate talents who have heard and seen often talk about hundreds of years and thousands of years.When she thought of the possibility of her life being infinitely extended in the future, she felt a little perplexed and panicked.

The sense of uncontrollable life becomes stronger with the extension of life span.

Trapped in confusion, suddenly unaware of the approaching light footsteps.

"Feng Qianxue, what are you in a daze for?"

The elf's voice was always so soft and waxy, Feng Qianxue came back to her senses, and showed a very shallow smile to the visitor.

Seeing two touches of pink and tender colors in the ice and snow can always brighten people's eyes and improve their mood.

The day Fei Miao and her first met, they called her "sister". Later, Fei En's eyes widened and he made gestures and said, "We were all so big when Mo Chenyin came, you must be younger than us", The two have since called each other by their first names.

Feng Qianxue remained calm, thinking to herself, even though she is old, she is still a lolita in terms of words and deeds.It's a pity that I can't be surrounded by loli and call me sister...

Seeing Fei Miao Fei En approaching, she got up, patted the snowflakes on her clothes, and replied calmly: "I am thinking about life."

When Fei'en heard the words, she almost rolled her eyes immediately, obviously not believing it.

"Since you are all so boring, why do you push all the troublesome things to us? Make me and Feimiao run around."

"It takes more work for those who are capable. You have wings and can fly around, which saves time and effort."

"Hmph, if I knew this, I shouldn't have let you stay in Lengfeng!"

"It's easy to talk. I don't have anything to entertain you here today, sorry."

"Forget it, we haven't been here for several days, and I think you don't have anything here. We're here to deliver a message."

"Please say."

"Mo Chenyin wants to invite you to the festival." Feimiao said bluntly.

Feng Qianxue was startled, thinking about the festival in July, half joking and half serious, casually asked: "Festival? Qixi Festival?"

Fei'en pursed her lips and gave her a look: "You're so boring, why is he celebrating Chinese Valentine's Day with a Taoist priest? It's Zhongyuan!"

Feng Qianxue was very satisfied with Fei'en's reaction, she couldn't help reaching out to touch her head, and said with a smile, "I know, I'm just kidding you."

"You! Humph!"

Seeing that Feien stepped aside in a fit of anger, Feimiao then asked, "Are you going?"

Feng Qianxue hesitated for a moment, and thought to herself that since the congenital experts had invited her, it would be outrageous for her to be so impolite as a junior, so she agreed, and followed the two elves of light, stepping on the thick snow. To Wangtian Gushe.

Zhongyuan, commonly known as Ghost Festival among the people.

In Taoism, it means the day when local officials forgive sins, often setting up a dojo and opening a magic circle to save lonely souls and wild ghosts from the ten directions;

Mo Chenyin has been hiding from the world for a long time, and he has not done the ghost crossing for a long time. For hundreds of years, the latter has more meaning.

The past does not become obsolete just because people forget it intentionally, not to mention that he is not such a heartless person.

The scene of Feng Yunshan being gradually obliterated in the alien space during the earthquake is still vivid in my mind, although it is no longer the liver and gallbladder it was when I witnessed it with my own eyes, every time I think of it, it still hurts.

When he came to a difficult situation, the Ghost Festival has a special meaning for him and Zheshan, which is more special than in the past.

Qinggeng Lengfeng is located in a remote place, and it is considered clean during the Zhongyuan Festival. It is rare to see evil ghosts and resentful spirits coming out in groups to make trouble. It is just some lonely souls who miss the world and wander in silence.

The sound of ink dust turns into ink music, the power of Tao fills the fingertips, and the clear and clear Tao sound sways slowly, soothing the lonely soul without a master, and guiding the way to rebirth.

May all demons be scattered, karmic fires be extinguished, all dusts will be wiped out, and return to Qingyuan.

With the traction of the piano sound, the ghosts of wandering souls in a radius of several miles turned into dots of dark green fluorescent light, slowly rising and circling, gradually dimming, fainting, and finally disappearing.

What Feng Qianxue saw from a distance was exactly this wonderful scene.

The blue-clothed Taoist closed his eyes and played the piano, his expression was different from the usual austerity, and the snow on all sides reflected the stars and green lights, making him even more peerless.

how to say……

She has always known that there are many magic sticks in Taoism, and it is the first time for her to observe the magic stick from such a close distance.

"Mo Chenyin, this distinguished guest Feng Qianxue who refuses to meet anyone is here."

Fei'en was not forgiving, so he was the first to remind Mo Chenyin, not forgetting to complain by the way.

"Ha, this sentence is too serious. The weather in Lengfeng is bad, it must be inconvenient for you." Mo Chenyin regained his demeanor of a master of the outside world, and smiled to rescue Feng Qianxue.

"Master Mo, I have been rude before, please forgive me." Feng Qianxue knew that she was a little rude these days, so she honestly put on the attitude of a junior to apologize at this moment.

"It's okay, you don't have to worry about it if you are kind and fast. The sisters seldom have contact with outsiders, and they are usually troubled. Since it is a holiday, I want to ask you to accompany me. There are more people and it is more lively."

"Oh, even if you have a conscience, you still remember the trouble you caused me." Fei'en's temper came and went quickly, and he had already thrown the emotion aside with a few kind words.

Feng Qianxue looked at Fei'en, and said: "The junior dare not refuse, so I will bother you."

The Hungry Ghost Festival is supposed to burn paper money, set off water lanterns, pay homage to the ancestors, and help lonely ghosts get rid of their rebirth.

Since Mo Chenyin has already used the sound of the piano to extradite lonely souls and wild ghosts, and there is no river above Lengfeng, so this effort was saved.

Fei Miao Fei En placed the brazier outside the house, amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the still childish face of the Light Elf showed undisguised sadness.

The yellow paper is made by Mo Chenyin, and there are Daoist incantations on it, but the deceased is dead, and it can only be used as a mourning for the past, blessing the former relatives and friends under the earth spring, and entrusting the mourning of the living.

Feng Qianxue could naturally see the expressions of the two of them, thinking that both the Taoist and the elves had their own pasts, and by fate they escaped to Qinggeng Lengfeng one after another, supporting and helping each other throughout the long years.

Thinking about it carefully, she has never paid homage to anyone in this life.

At the beginning, she still missed her parents in her previous life, but she was more willing to believe that they were still alive and well; in the later life in the sinful pit, there were very few people worthy of her care.

A mother in the sense of pure blood, and a master for the purpose of taking advantage.

Feng Qianxue sighed silently, and took a stack of yellow paper from Fei Miao.For humanitarian reasons, burn them a few.

Blessed by the earth immortal, the voluptuous girl Feifei will marry a good man in the next life, and she will not be an idiot in the next life if she is abolished Confucianism.

Mo Chenyin stood alone under the bauhinia tree, staring into the distance in a daze.

After Feng Qianxue and the fairies finished burning the paper, they lit a fire to make jujube tea.

Everyone held a cup of tea and warmed their hands by the way. Mo Chenyin looked at Feng Qianxue carefully: "Your face is also quite strange. Your fate should be smooth, but you have suffered disasters one after another. It seems...to share the disaster for others robbery."

Fate can be seen on half of the face, and it really is invincible... Feng Qianxue complained in her head at first, and then her heart moved.

"Master Mo also reads faces?"

"It's not a specialization, but it's a must for people in the Taoist sect."

"Then do you think there is such a fate as the Lone Star of the Fiend?"

"It's rare, but it does exist."

"Um……"

"Is there such a person around you?"

"To kill one's father and one's mother, one's six relatives, one's teacher, one's friends, one's kindness, one's love, one life without love, and the first half of one's life, there are three tribulations and seven mortals. If one is lucky enough to survive, one can die without a problem - this is a sentence given by a fortune teller to that person At present, the first two items have become facts.”

Rao Mo Chenyin was well-informed, so he couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this description.

"Can you tell me, what is the relationship between the person you mentioned and you?"

Feng Qianxue was silent for a moment, then replied, "It's my brother."

Mo Chen sounded suddenly enlightened: "So that's the case. If my guess is correct, the disaster you encountered should be to share the calamity for your brother."

"Oh?"

Feng Qianxue was a little surprised.The implication is that she was brought down by Yuren?

"Exactly, fate is closely related between blood relatives. Your fate should have been smooth, but you have suffered a catastrophe. The only explanation is that you are sharing the bad luck for him."

"That's how it is..." Feng Qianxue suddenly felt a lot lighter in her heart: "It's also good, to help him share some bad luck, so far it's still worth it."

"Wait a minute and be thankful." Mo Chenyin's expression became serious.

Xuanzong's disciples follow the will of heaven, but they also pay attention to fate and opportunity.When the time has not come, do not force it.If God's will indicates that Feng Qianxue and Xuanzong will have a relationship, then this is the opportunity.

"A person's fate has its own ups and downs, but its fate is doomed and it is difficult to change. Although your fate can quietly make up for your brother's fortune, in the long run, it will be harmful to both you and him."

"What's the harm?"

Mo Chenyin didn't answer for a while, obviously hesitating.

"The Daoist said it's okay, I can accept it."

"Well... your luck is exhausted, and his fate is hard to change. If blood relatives meet, you will be robbed and killed for him."

"..."

Feng Qianxue was speechless.Why does this statement sound so gibberish... Poor fate.

"As a preparation and remedy, you can follow me to practice Taoism to balance fate and fortune."

Feng Qianxue raised her head and looked at Mo Chenyin: "Could the Taoist priest want to accept me as an apprentice? But I have been practicing Confucian martial arts since I was a child..."

"Whether you accept disciples or not depends only on God's will and chance. Confucianism and Taoism have a long history. Taoism respects nature. If you practice properly, it will gradually match your foundation and promote each other."

Thousands of thoughts were spinning in Feng Qianxue's mind.

She still doesn't know Mo Chenyin very well, but her intuition tells her that the elder and Taoist in front of her can be trusted.

After thinking for a while, she finally nodded: "Thank you, Daoist Priest, for your kindness. Feng Qianxue is bothering you again."

In the chaotic rock pool, the Zheshan army has maintained a habit for several years, sitting cross-legged to absorb the aura of the rock pool to suppress its own magic.

With the slight sound of a drop of water dripping, Mo Chenyin stepped into the cave.

"Before and after Zhongyuan, the ghost and demon atmosphere in the world increased sharply. Seeing that your condition is stable, I am relieved."

"Hmm...you're in a heavy heart."

"Is it obvious? I thought I was hiding it well."

"Why?"

"A successor worth looking forward to, a tiny chance, do you think I should be gratified or worried, friend?"

"Do your best to obey the destiny, do what you can or don't do."

"Hey, Taoism is always light and easy, and life is helpless."

The silent sigh is the helplessness of the Taoist towards the destiny.