Cinderella: The Legend of Yunhua

Every time the cold moon is in the sky, the cold stars are dotted.

Yingzhou has entered the deep winter, and the ground is covered with silver and covered with frost.

The second level of Piao Ling Sword Art means the meaning of extinction coincides with the season, and the general who was trained by Que Wu will come out, flying like snow like flowers, with a special momentum.

Tired, he leaned against a tree to rest.

Yingzhou is located in the open sea, with the sea breeze blowing all year round, it is warm and humid, and the snow season is less cold and more gentle.

Covered in plain silver, with the stars and the moon in the sky, isn't it the scenery that Zhishui Peak has been with all year round, as people often do, the body is tired, but the heart is more peaceful.

Over the past 20 years, although he has been comprehending the essence of Taoism and delving into the wonders of the void every day, he can't get rid of the deep yearning in his heart. After all, he still can't see through love.

Taking a long breath, he subconsciously took out a wine jar from the storage bag.Over the years, in order to forget that period of obsession, he often told himself to drink less and to reflect more, so as not to indulge in dreams and be unable to extricate himself.

Pushing aside the wine jar, shaking it lightly, he murmured, "Oh! Mengmeng, there are only three people left, what should I do without you as my companion?"

Picking up the wine jar, he sticks out the tip of his tongue, takes a mouthful carefully, and puts it in his mouth. He waits for the fragrance of peach blossoms to penetrate into his lungs before swallowing it satisfactorily. Have you performed dream capture?"

He smiled silly, and most of the unbearable loneliness disappeared with the alcohol.

Taking another sip of wine, his eyes were full of intoxication.

"There is only one last sip left, old friend, after this sip, I will say goodbye to you forever..."

After finishing speaking, he licked out the tip of his tongue and swept around the mouth of the altar for a week, soaked in the aroma of the wine and reluctantly drank the last drop of mellowness.

The breeze is lingering, the cold mist is hazy, and the sound of "squeaking" snow treading comes from the quiet wilderness, from far to near, getting closer, the footsteps seem to have a nervous throbbing mood, gently scratching Scratching Lian Que's heart.Lian Que leaned against the tree trunk in a trance, didn't bother to open his eyes, and waved his hands, "Little rabbit, don't bother me, let me be quiet..."

The "squeak" sound stopped suddenly, and there was a clear voice in the breeze, and the three-point temptation was seven-point clear.

"Lian'er?"

Lian Que couldn't be more familiar with this voice. With a thud in his heart, he slowly opened his eyes, and a man flashed into his eyes. He was dressed in plain robes without embellishment. , isn't it the color that I miss thousands of times in this time...

It's just, just, the man's figure is handsome and thinner, his eyebrows are sharp and his eyes are slightly full of vicissitudes of life, and the sadness of leaving the world.

"Master..." Lian Que murmured, "Am I drunk? Why did I fall asleep so quickly?"

He lowered his head, shook his hands, withered and emaciated, secretly startled and said: Why is today's dream so real, this description... What should the teacher do if he sees it? !

"Lian'er?" Mo Yunhua stepped forward and took Lian Que's withered hand, and said distressedly, "What's wrong with you? Why don't you reply to the teacher's letter every time?"

Lian Que thought that he had drunk Tang Meng and returned to his dream, he hurriedly broke free from Mo Yunhua's hand, thinking, why did Master talk to me this time?

"Lian'er?" Mo Yunhua chased after him and straightened Lian Que's shoulders, "What are you trying to do?"

Lian Que was stared at by Mo Yunhua, his heart was beating wildly, he had endured more than 20 years of emotional thoughts boiling in his flesh and blood, his voice was hoarse, he turned his face away, and said in a panic, "Don't have any more lustful thoughts, That's rude, Master..."

Mo Yunhua's heart ached when he heard this, "Lian'er, what happened that year, as a teacher... never blamed you..."

Lian Que was startled suddenly: What's the matter?Why is Master so wrong today?Why do you always speak according to my heart?Or I was thinking too much, and evil thoughts arose in my heart!

Quick block!Stop thinking about it!

Quiet way of heart!Quiet way of heart!

So, muttering to himself, he recited the mantra of pure heart.

Mo Yunhua looked at him old and haggard and muttering, feeling a throbbing pain in his heart, pulled him into his arms, and said in a gentle voice, "It's because of the teacher's carelessness. For the teacher, it only counts as a change in your life. I knew it earlier." That's it, I should have come out to look for you as a teacher a few years ago..."

The warmth in his heart was transmitted to Lian Que's body through his clothes, and he instantly forgot about the Purifying Mantra. He became dizzy and lost his voice, "It's hot?! Why is it hot?"

He couldn't resist, so he raised his head and took a closer look. That's right, the eyebrows and eyes were exactly the person he had missed for many years, and he couldn't help but tremble, "Master...is it really you? You came to Yingzhou? Isn't this a dream? "

"Lian'er," Mo Yunhua stared into those cloudy and dim eyes, and sighed, "I came looking for you for my teacher, this is not a dream."

Lian Que woke up suddenly, "Really...Master? Master, are you...healed from your injury? This disciple has been unfilial all these years and has not been here to serve you..."

"Okay, I'm here to pick you up as a teacher." Mo Yunhua's eyes darkened.

Hearing this, Lian Que hurriedly broke free from Mo Yunhua's arms, and turned his back. His heart was beating wildly, completely out of rhythm. In front of him, in a hurry, he wasn't mentally prepared at all. Yes, in front of his lover, he was so ugly, or... still a little at a loss.

Mo Yunhua didn't know why he fled like this, so he turned his voice cold, "Lian'er, why are you avoiding being a teacher? These years, why didn't you return to Zhi Shuifeng, and didn't give you a message? Teacher is good For a while looking for worry."

Lian Que was helpless and couldn't bear to look back, "Disciple... the love thread is hard to break. Wouldn't it hurt the master if you go back? There are heavy rules and regulations in the door, and the disciple... When you can't help yourself, you will inevitably make mistakes, and you don't dare to hurt the master anymore... Now I am so old, I dare not teach my father to worry about me."

Mo Yunhua walked over to face Lian Que, narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "You have never asked me a question, how do you know... what do you think about me?"

Lian Que lost his soul and said, "Master... If you are dedicated to cultivating the Tao, you must be ranked among the immortals. This disciple sees it, how can you not know it? Don't dare to pour those obscene thoughts on the head of the master again, on top of Bifeng. Disciple has already repented, and in the future I dare not cause my master to be punished because of my own entanglement. Now, I have traveled far away to Yingzhou to escape from the world, just to rectify my body and mind, and forget those evil thoughts before I dare to go back to see you. The impulsiveness has dragged down Master's practice, so what face is there to stay at Zhishui Peak? And Master Wen..."

Lian Que had hundreds of unspeakable and unspeakable reasons in his heart and wanted to say it out, and wanted Mo Yunhua to understand his determination to put his body and mind in order, so that he could teach Mo Yunhua not to hate him.

Before he could finish his words, Mo Yunhua pulled him to him again, and he was forced to raise his head to meet Mo Yunhua's gaze.

——As it is approaching, the person who is thinking about it has a solemn expression, the light shines on him, and his eyes seem to be filled with starlight, shining like a rock, which makes people's heart skip a beat.

This kind of appearance was reflected in Lian Que's heart, thinking about his current situation again, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

——It's approaching, the breath is entangled, the lotus fragrance is floating, and the hot blood is on the head, I don't know how to deal with it.

Just when he was about to dodge, two warm lips suddenly covered his, and the tip of his tongue curled up, entangled his, and brought the moist and cool air with him to be gentle, to rub, to linger...

Lips and teeth are very gentle.

heart.

Come crashing down, forgetting to pulse.

An unprepared but long-awaited kiss.

Maybe deep.

Maybe very shallow.

Maybe very long.

Maybe very short.

Lian Que was dizzy and swollen, immersed in the soft and quiet lotus fragrance, almost lost himself.

Heart, with the heat wave ups and downs, floating, wandering.

Even in his dreams, in the dark and silent night, he never dared to imagine this scene.For him, he always felt that such ignorance desecrated Mo Yunhua's tranquility and beauty.

He even began to wonder if it was really a kiss from Mo Yunhua.

That Mo Yunhua who has been with me for decades and missed him for decades.

And the messy precepts of Shangqingmen.

Now that I have kissed, what should I do?

When he was in a daze, his mouth suddenly became empty, and Mo Yunhua's sniffing sound came from his ear.

"Lian'er, now, do you know... that you want to be a teacher?"

Lian Que stared at him with his mouth open and his eyes wide open, "I, I, the disciple wants to say... Master?"

"Lian'er," Mo Yunhua hugged Lian Que tightly, "I have been looking for you for all these years, and I have been worrying about you day and night as a teacher, lest I miss you. Now that we meet again, I have made up my mind to be a teacher, and I don't want to deliberately ignore the affection in my heart anymore."

Lianqian couldn't restrain himself, thinking that the person he had loved for decades had his heart attached to him, he was filled with emotion, and tangled up, "But... the school rules are strict, and the disciple wants to ask, master... the master thinks that for the sake of the disciple, he is worth it." What? If something happens one day, and you are punished to question your heart, the master's years of practice will go to waste... After all these years, the disciple stayed on this isolated island, just wanting to understand one thing in his heart, to practice the Dao, is it to fulfill one's original heart , or the truth should be fulfilled, before I think about it clearly, I dare not implicate Master."

Mo Yunhua frowned, "You just hid here for 23 years just because you were afraid of being a teacher?"

"It's about passion, it's about courtesy. As a man like this disciple, he violates the rules of etiquette and covets the love of the master. Doesn't it make the world find an excuse to mock the master? The master respects the gods in the hearts of the disciples and never dares to Deliberately blasphemy, let alone harm the master because of the disciple's personal affair."

Mo Yunhua looked resolute, "I will take care of everything about being a teacher! Even if there are all kinds of obstacles, I can't stop this love. I accept it."

Feeling in Lian Que's heart, the corners of his eyes were shining, and he asked infatuatedly, "Master loves so much, this disciple can't repay it. It's just... as this disciple looks like now, master... is master still willing?"

Mo Yunhua was annoyed, and asked, "The beauty and beauty of the four bodies have nothing to do with the true nature. The teacher's affection for you has never been related to the skin. Compassionate. Lian'er! You have been practicing as a teacher for so many years, do you still care so much about the appearance of the void?!"

"It's the disciple's mistake!" The desolation in his heart suddenly became clear, and Lian Que grinned and wrinkled his face.

"Then let's go back as a teacher." Mo Yunhua said calmly.