Cinderella: The Legend of Yunhua

However, they said that the two of them traveled fast all the way, and finally stepped into the boundary of Hexu Mountain after a few days, Lian Que was careful all the way, and when Li Yuan was settled, he put on the invisibility cloak and went to the mountain gate outside the Shangqing Gate alone.

Not long ago, he learned the method of tearing apart the void with one hand from Li Yuan, and going into the mountain this time would disturb the disciples guarding the gate, so he chose a secluded place to find the formation, and followed the method that Li Yuan taught that day The tactic, urging the spiritual energy in the palm, really opened a crack in the mountain guard formation of the Shangqingmen in a short time, then swayed into the formation, followed the memory of many years, found a shortcut and ran towards Zhishui Peak .

I haven't seen Mo Yunhua for many years, and seeing that we are about to meet again, his heart is like the boiling water on the stove, boiling with noise and excitement, and the handful of hot blood in his heart is overwhelmed by these people. The restless and restless emotions were firmly pressed in the atrium, and they could not flow back to the meridians.

Zhishui Peak, the place that lingers in dreams for thousands of times.

now--

I see it!

It's approaching!

It's coming!

That mountain that has been stern and deserted for 200 years is the place where he has quietly accompanied Mo Yunhua to cultivate for decades. Although there is no wonderland here, there is no paradise, but it carries the most beautiful and peaceful memory of his life. , in his heart, that pool of icy cold water is the source of his heart's warmth and clamor, and that poorly furnished cave is the home that he longs for in the depths of his soul.Coming back this time, I really have a special feeling in my heart.

Six years have passed, and Zhishui Peak is still that somewhat cold and indifferent stone mountain, firmly covered by the mountain guards set up by Mo Yunhua, exuding the aura that strangers should not enter.Lian Que and Mo Yunhua have been together for many years, and they are very familiar with this formation. Without resorting to other methods, they walked around the eye of the formation and entered through the Shengmen.

The mountain is still cold and solemn, without any plants or trees to add color.The edges and corners of the stone ladder still retain the sword energy left by Mo Yunhua when he was chiseling back then.Lian Que closed his eyes, leaned over and stroked the sword marks on the stone ladder carefully, there were chopping, chopping, hanging, picking... Recalling the scene when Mo Yunhua taught him the "Wandering Sword Art" , feeling hot in his heart, he couldn't bear to sprint past, lifted up his robe and decided to go up the steps.

Walking this way, I recalled the scene when I first came to Zhishui Peak, wasn't it just so cautious, walking forward?It's just that the feelings in my heart have become stronger after aging.

At the end of the peak, after many years of absence, the top of the mountain is still paved with ice and snow, and it is extremely cold, but, just... the cloud peach tree that has grown with the lotus pond for fifty years is gone.

"Yuntao must have been removed by the master?" Lian Que sighed quietly, stood outside the cave and stared for a while, but there was no movement, he hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped into the cave.

Everything in the mansion is the same as before, but the person who has been in love for many years is still missing.

Lian Que walked all the way through the piano room and study room along the base of the wall, and dragged his heavy steps to the stone room where he used to meditate.

The door was ajar, with a faint light shining through it.

Lian Que pulled up his sleeves, touched the cold handle lightly, and saw the scene of Mo Yunhua protecting him against the door against the ancestor Chisong that night.My heart suddenly became wet, and I couldn't help calling out in a low voice, "Master..."

The room was deserted and no one answered.

Lian Que quietly pushed the door open and entered, seeing the silence in the room without Mo Yunhua's figure, the handful of blood that was pressing down on his heart instantly cooled down.

The stone room is the same as when he first came to Zhishui Peak, except for a sandalwood cabinet, a stone platform, a table, a few cattail pads, and no other decorations, it is a little bland.At this time, the soul-suppressing incense in the incense burner on the table has not been burned out, and the light fragrance of bitter orange blossoms wrapped around the little sparks adds a sense of tranquility to this humble room.

Mo Yunhua has practiced meditation for many years, and his nature is as deep as water. He always pursues inner peace and tranquility, and he doesn't like to use external force to calm his soul.Lian Que has been with him for many years, except that year when Bifeng was punished and the pain was uncontrollable, Lian Que forced himself to use the soul-suppressing incense for him, the rest of the time, the soul-suppressing incense almost never appeared at Zhishui Peak.

Now——the bitter orange blossoms on the table have not yet been burnt out. When Jiao Lianque saw the bitter orange blossoms, he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart, and murmured, "Master...it's been so many years, but your injury hasn't healed yet? Why do you still need it?" Are you burning this incense?"

He leaned against the stone platform and slowly sat down, opened the incense burner, and buried himself in the past through the lingering smoke... This simple stone platform accidentally engraved tens of thousands of his Memories of day and night.

There is peace.

There is throbbing.

There is tenderness.

heartbroken.

……

Looking back now, thinking of this soul incense, I can't help but smile wryly: Master... Back then, I had a dream because of this soul incense, and I had to stay away from Yingzhou. After 20 years of separation, I got a chance to talk to you. It's just that fate plays tricks on people, gathering less and leaving more, now that I have set up a business and know the way, I don't know how you are?

When the night is quiet and the lights are dry, in your dreams, do you occasionally remember me?

Master...

You must not have remembered the past, have you?

I know, if you think of it, you will definitely look for me, right?

He sighed faintly, got up and opened the sandalwood cabinet, and there were two plain brocade and silk quilts neatly placed in the cabinet, and the memory once again flooded his already damp heart like a tide—once, there were not many The few nights of sleeping together, now that I think about it, I feel even more precious.

He couldn't help but bend down and buried himself in the quilt, breathing in the faint scent of lotus left on the brocade quilt, he couldn't stop.

——Isn't it the smell of Mo Yunhua that has haunted him all these years?

Tears rolled down my eyes and wet the mattress.

"Master..."

"Master..."

"Master..."

However, even though there are thousands of lingering reluctance, he knows that it is not suitable to stay here for a long time. It is inevitable that people will notice that Mo Yunhua has been implicated. It's on the desk table, and when it's done, leave a note with a few words: This medicine can be used to treat back injuries, please apply it.

After deliberating to the end, he never left a single word for himself.

Mo Yunhua still needs to pass through the barriers of love in the world of mortals before he can truly comprehend the way of forgetting love.

Stepping out of the stone room, practicing the way of thinking, now, the fate has not been fulfilled, so let it be, if the master thinks of me one day, there will be a time to see you again.

In this way, he looked back at Zhishui Peak again, calmed down, and left at the speed of the wind.

It's just that he came back and left without any life, how could Mo Yunhua know?

In that room, on the Martial Arts Arena, the general election of the Shangqing Sect and the Inner Sect is in full swing.Mo Yunhua sat on the cloud platform, his face was icy.

Seven years ago, the Patriarch Chisong cut off Mo Yunhua's love root with a sword. No one knows the details, only that Mo Yunhua was injured for some reason and lost his memory. There is some involvement in rebellion, but because of Chisongwen Haoran's various protections, no one is looking into it.

These years, Mo Yunhua has been recuperating at Zhishui Peak. Under Wen Haoran's meticulous care, he has barely recovered in recent days, but his cultivation level has dropped from the late Nascent Soul to the middle stage.

Because of his desperate resistance back then, he erased 80 years of memory under the abrasion of love, and all the things he experienced during this long period of time are still very pale to him.

He blamed him for his calm temperament. Seeing that Chisong Wen Haoran was vague about this matter and didn't want to talk about it in detail, he didn't ask any more questions. He was just thinking about a certain age, so he didn't need to worry too much. Being too persistent would mess up his mood. From this, he let go of those previous things, and he still cultivated alone according to his old habits.

Although he is used to quiet practice, but because of successive injuries, his cultivation has regressed, and he still needs to sleep at night to recuperate, so he cannot meditate.What's annoying is that during these seven years, whenever he had time to lie down, he would break into a cloud of white mist in the chaos, disturbing his mind and making him unable to sleep at night. Xiang calmed down his mind, causing many troubles to arise in his originally calm heart.

Speaking of the Martial Arts Field, the Shangqing Sect has been struggling to deal with the provocations of various demon cultivators in the southern region since the Juling War. General elections have been changed from once every 20 years to now every 16 years.

Mo Yunhua was injured and had no intention of accepting apprentices, but unexpectedly received invitations from the Law Enforcement Hall many times and couldn't refuse, so he reluctantly came to watch the ceremony and missed the opportunity to meet Lian Que.

……

Under the stands, the third match of the general election was fierce. On the tenth ring, a man in green shirt held a green wooden sword, dancing vigorously, pressing every step of the way, but within ten or so rounds, he knocked his opponent off the stage .

Mo Yunhua sat upright on the stand with a cold expression. He just couldn't shirk it, so he reluctantly came here to watch the ceremony. Now, when he saw the ring number ten, his heart was beating wildly for some reason, and he couldn't help watching the progress of the number ten ring. .

Seeing this, Wen Haoran sighed secretly, and thought to himself, what evil fate, I still can't forget it after all...

Who is the man in the blue shirt on stage ten?

It was the Prince Song of Dayan City back then. He has seen all the vicissitudes of the world, and he has withstood the polishing of the outer sect all these years. Now he seems to be the leader of the outer sect disciples. This time in the inner sect election, he is determined to win and vows to win the first place. , worshiped under Mo Yunhua's family.

Ever since the conviction of Lian Que's treason was confirmed, the news of Mo Yunhua's memory loss came out from the door. To win favor at the moment, so as to fulfill my heart of staying together for many years.

Right now, he caught a glimpse of the god-like man sitting on the high platform looking at him intently, his heart felt hot, he raised his face and smiled at Mo Yunhua, and bowed in salute.

Mo Yunhua was stunned for a while, and after a while, he clenched his fists and turned his face away, his heart felt like a needle stabbing, bringing out an unspeakable heartache, which made him not know how to deal with himself for a while.

He was a little absent-minded, and sighed secretly: I blame my lack of thought power, how can I be so disturbed during the day?

The competition in the martial arts arena is still going on, after all the disciples have finished the competition, Guan Pingtao got up and announced the winners of this batch of competitions in the arena, and then invited the Nascent Soul and Jindan monks on the stage to come down and choose the disciples he likes to be apprentices present.

A Yuanying Zhenjun had taken a fancy to Song Xishu early on. When the apprenticeship ceremony began, he came to the martial arts arena and asked, "Song Xishu, an outer disciple, would you like to worship me and be my disciple?" Personal disciple?"

This Nascent Soul True Monarch, although he only had a mid-stage cultivation, he belonged to the same generation as Chisong Patriarch, and his seniority was quite high in the sect.

All the disciples thought that Song Xishu was favored by heaven this time and had a good place to go, but they didn't want Song Xishu to pass by with a faint smile, bowed and said loudly, "I am not talented, I am grateful for the wrong love of the real king, it's just that this disciple When I came back, I had a goal long ago, and I wholeheartedly hoped to join the sect of Zhenjun Yunhua in Zhishui Peak, and I hope that the Zhenjun will not be angry."

He is humble and gentle, which makes people not hate him.That Yuanying Zhenjun met the green-clothed disciple in front of him. He had made up his mind a long time ago, and he didn't want to embarrass the younger generation, so he smiled and shouted at Mo Yunhua in the stands, "Nephew Yunhua, this disciple is only going to worship you today Under the sect, I am watching the ceremony here today, and I am most optimistic about this junior, although he does not want to go back with me now, I want to be a favor for him, would you like to accept him?"

Hearing the words, Mo Yunhua forced himself to suppress the noise in his heart, stood up, and looked at Song Xishu. His heart was filled with a huge wave that pressed against his throat. It seemed that there was a blood-weeping oath hidden under his tongue, and he bit it. He clenched his teeth, and silently recited the mantra of clearing his heart, not wanting the old injury on his back from seven years ago to burn at this moment. The pain made him tremble slightly, and he couldn't help frowning.

"Mo Zhenjun, are you willing?" Nascent Soul Zhenjun shouted again.

Song Xishu stood under the stage, his heart beating wildly, staring at Mo Yunhua with all his hopes, all contained in those clear eyes.

Seeing this situation, everyone thought of the scene when Mo Yunhua tried his best to accept disciples against all opinions. They all thought that this time he would make an exception to accept disciples again, but Mo Yunhua straightened his body, his face was pale, and he bit his lip to bear it. After a while, he finally said coldly, "I don't want to accept disciples in this life, you should join another sect!"

After all, without waiting for everyone's reaction, he clenched his fists and flew away.

Song Xishu's heart was empty, looking at the vacant figure, he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time - Mo Zhenjun, do you still remember the vow to accept only one disciple in this life?

On the other hand, Yuanying Zhenjun was sincere, and when he saw this, he comforted him, "You young man, don't be discouraged, Mr. Mo's nephew is cold-tempered. Since he let go, you will be hopeless if you ask again. If you have no other choice, why not join me?" Come under the door."

Song Xishu smiled bleakly, his eyes were full of loneliness, "I traveled thousands of miles and went through untold hardships to join the Shangqing sect, and went through two rounds of inner sect general elections, just to be his disciple. Now that he has rejected me, I am Seeking immortality will lose a lot of fun, senior will be disappointed, I will go straight to the inner sect and become an ordinary disciple, senior should find someone else."

Hearing this, the Yuanying Zhenjun shook his head and smiled, "Your disciple is really obsessed, asking the immortal to ask, but to prove yourself, the master is at most a guide. You have lost your way by insisting so much." Heart, you have entered a partial sect, and people will be ashamed of your talents, but why?"

"Thank you for your advice, senior, but I've made up my mind, and since that's the case, the road to immortality is long, so let's do whatever it takes to get the real body!"

Song Xishu's 40-year-long hope was finally in vain. When he was discouraged, he repeatedly rejected others' good intentions and went to the inner gate alone. So far, he has left the sad place in the outer mountains and valleys.

The author has something to say: my sister gave birth today

gave birth to a baby girl

Because of the turmoil of the New Year

Today, the hearts of the whole family have finally come to fruition, and they are all relieved that they have not updated in time these days

also related to housework

Hehe, the smiles are finally on, and the whole family is happy!

Thank you for your company, and never leave, I am very touched. I am a lazy person, everyone forgive me

Today, I have been thinking about this part for a long time, and I have been thinking about how to lead the clues of the story back to Mo Yunhua and how to end it

Taoists often say that people who enter the world of mortals come from the world of mortals. Naturally, they have to go through the robbing of love, such as Mo Yunhua, who is so cold and lonely, and he cannot escape the vulgarity.

Cutting off the root of love is the catastrophe he will go through

After writing this, I also set up a statement for my way of forgetting love, so I will write it down according to my own ideas.

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