Cinderella: The Legend of Yunhua

However, Mo Yunhua endured the pain and flew all the way to Zhishui Peak. He didn't know about the fact that his love root was cut off back then because his memory disappeared. The scars on his body often appeared when he was disturbed and emotionally fluctuating, and the pain was unbearable.In the past two years, with the help of Zhen Hun Xiang, the symptoms have been slightly relieved, but for some reason, after seeing the No. [-] ring today, the symptoms suddenly flare up, and now the back is like being fried in hot oil, and the skin is bruised.

Because Wen Haoran was worried, he brought Guan Tianyun to follow him. When Chisong slashed at Mo Yunhua with a sword, he was exhausted physically and mentally, and his heart was in great pain. In recent years, he has been recuperating behind closed doors, not caring about world affairs, and taking care of Mo Yunhua. The responsibility naturally falls entirely on Wen Haoran.

"Yunhua, you...but the old injury has recurred? I don't think you look well." Wen Haoran asked with concern.

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired, so I'm going back to the mountain to rest now, brother, you don't need to go with me." Mo Yunhua tensed his body, threw down a word without emotion, and quickened his pace.

Guan Tianyun, who was silently on the side, sighed secretly when she saw the lonely figure leaving lightly.These years, she followed Wen Haoran and watched the changes in the world of the two masters and apprentices. She knew that the relationship between the two masters and apprentices was very deep. Can't bear it.Today in the martial arts arena, Mo Yunhua, who had long forgotten about the past, suddenly lost his composure.

She knew that Mo Yunhua must have deep affection to lose his composure like this.The tenth ring was the ring where she competed with Lian Que 60 years ago. Although Mo Yunhua has amnesia now, he is so emotional, just like he is always calm and composed, but he is so disturbed and restless in front of everyone. The shock and loneliness made her heartbroken even when she saw it, so she softly comforted her, "Master, let's go back to Yuzhu Peak... Master Uncle is just a little disturbed and needs to rest, and we will only disturb you if we go. .”

Feeling helpless, Wen Haoran agreed sadly, and went back home.

On that side, Mo Yunhua endured the pain and stumbled all the way to Zhishui Peak. As soon as he landed, a jade ring around his waist suddenly changed into a fat boy of seven or eight years old. Raised Minhe on Zhishui Peak who has not yet awakened.

As soon as Minhe landed on the ground, he hurriedly took Mo Yunhua's hand and asked, "Daddy Yunhua, are you in pain? Why are you sweating all over?" Minhe has been hiding in Zhishui Peak because of his entrustment back then. Liao Yi, but regarded the child as his own, and quietly raised it by his side. The two lived together for seven years. Although they were both muddle-headed, their feelings became stronger day by day, as close as a father and son.

Mo Yunhua waved up the mountain guard array, and said softly, "It's okay, it's just a relapse of the old injury, don't worry, you're tired after following this day, go play by yourself."

Min He grabbed Mo Yunhua's sleeve, raised his face and asked, "Dad Yunhua really doesn't need Min He's company? Then Min He played for a while by himself?"

"Don't run away, lest people notice." Mo Yunhua repeatedly asked, and then dragged his tired body back to the stone room by himself.

In the stone room, the soul-suppressing incense has been extinguished, leaving a lingering fragrance. The setting sun slid into the room through the window lattice, mixed with deep or light rose red and light gold, and cut out window grilles of ambiguous shapes in this small room. , It seems to narrate the charming love in the past.

Mo Yunhua was leaning against the door, wanting to use this ray of soul fragrance to calm his mind, he accidentally caught a glimpse of an exquisitely handcrafted jade pot that had appeared on the case table at some time, and he knew it was not ordinary when he looked at it, and he definitely did not come from Wen Haoran's hands .

"Who bypassed the mountain guard formation and came to the cave?" He was a little surprised, Zhishui Peak was not visited by anyone in the past, but he didn't know who was so familiar with the formation here, and walked in easily.

After uncovering the jade pot, he narrowed his eyes and saw that the pot was full of peach-pink honey cream. He didn't know what it was, but a fresh and slightly enchanting fragrance flowed from the pot into the room. The fragrance of flowers in the room was refreshing, and Mo Yunhua couldn't help but feel refreshed, and felt peaceful all over his body.

This fragrance... made him feel familiar in a daze, as if he had been used to it many years ago. He traced it carefully according to his memory of smell, but he still couldn't remember where he met this fragrance.

When he was undecided, Mo Yunhua caught a glimpse of a few words written on the white paper on the right side of the table. The handwriting was elegant and handsome. He recognized it at a glance. Impatiently, he grabbed his finger stick and hurried to the study.

He was so flustered because although the handwriting on the white paper was not written by someone he knew well, he had seen it every day for the past seven years.It turns out that since he recovered, he has been reading the scriptures every day, but he does not expect to find the comments reviewed by others on the scriptures in his collection. He felt very kind, but suffered from the loss of his memory and couldn't remember who did it.

After he opened the scriptures and compared them, as expected, they were written by the same person.

Looking carefully at the contents of the note, it was clear that they had sent medicine to Zhishui Peak on purpose.

"Who... are you... how can you easily enter the battle?" Mo Yunhua murmured while clutching a note.

"How...how did you know that I was injured on my back?"

"I never borrow scriptures, could it be...you... have been here before?"

"But...so many comments, could it be...you have lived here for a long time?"

"Who the hell are you? How can I have no memory at all?"

Many questions lingered in his mind, and he continued to cut and reason, which made Mo Yunhua upset and confused.

He stood there for a long time, trying his best to find some vague imprints of the past from the handwriting, but these 80 years are like flowing water and clouds, and they will never come back.

He felt powerless, powerlessness gave birth to helplessness, and helplessness gave birth to melancholy. The strange loneliness, desolation, sadness, and sorrow all squeezed into his heart, disturbing his calm heart.

He staggered out of the cave, just wanting to avoid the stone room and seek peace of mind, when he accidentally saw peach blossoms blooming at the top of an uninhabited peak on the opposite side.

Therefore, it has been said since ancient times that people's sense of smell is the most profound and sensitive.

When Mo Yunhua saw Yuntao, he suddenly remembered the jade jar in the room, rushed into the room, picked up the jade jar, turned around and went to the opposite peak that had no spiritual energy.

Ziwei Peak has been reduced to an abandoned peak because of its lack of refinement.This mountain had originally had its spiritual vein cut off, but because of Lian Que's wishful thinking, now people go to the building and no one cares about it.

The top of the mountain is overgrown with weeds and rocks, and there is only one cloud peach isolated on the peak, facing each other from a distance, still blooming enthusiastically day after day, persistently pouring out the owner's full of affection.

Mo Yunhua came under the tree in a daze, and when the breeze swept away, peach blossoms fluttered down one after another, gently kissing his eyebrows and shoulders.He caught a flying red flower casually, and sniffed it closer. The fresh and enchanting fragrance hidden in the flower core was not the fragrance from the jade jar?

"Cloud peach blossom?" Mo Yunhua leaned on the tree trunk and stared at the sky in a daze, his heart was pierced by a knife. This inexplicable emotion made him feel at a loss in his heart after 200 years of abstinence, "What's wrong? Why do I... ..."

He looked at the jade jar, talking nonsense.

"I don't remember this cloud peach here..."

"Is it you? Did you plant this carambola tree? I... still remember the fragrance, but I can't remember you..."

"Why... when I think of this smell, I feel so sad?" He muttered inaudibly, and his heart was tense. He thought that he had been devoid of love for more than 200 years, but he didn't want to have a series of accidents today. It caused his mind to be confused, on the tip of his heart, in his soul, there seemed to be another self hidden, clamoring to tell him eagerly that a feeling that had been buried for 80 years and almost died, this feeling revived when he met the No. [-] ring in the Yanwu Arena , was suddenly torn apart in front of him, and exploded on his back, his body and mind ached like being fried in a frying pan.

In the past few years, he has never thought that he has been in love, and he can't believe that he has been in love. When this inexplicable emotion rushed through his heart, it was really chaotic.

Could it be... the fact that the senior brother dodges the ambiguity is related to a jjj?He did not dare to assert.After all, the words "love" and "desire" deviated too much from the Taoism he practiced since he was a child. He was a little flustered and uncertain, and he couldn't believe that he had fallen in love with someone during those pale 80 years.

Who is it?

When will we meet?

When is love born?

man?woman?

Is it human or demon?

Is it old or young?

Is it beautiful or ugly?

Is it good or evil?

……

If you say that I...really...are in love, why do you...have to leave without saying goodbye?

Many questions hovered in Mo Yunhua's mind, it was really chaotic.He has been practicing until now, but he still doesn't know that he can't calm down when facing this matter. On the one hand, he is entangled in the maze of the past and can't extricate himself from it. understand?

Now, the pain behind it—could it be?

He raised his hand to caress his back, the scars like maggots still hurt to this day.

"You...surely know why I was injured?" He held up the jade jar and asked quietly.

The surrounding fields are silent, and there is no sound. How can anyone solve the mystery in his heart?As desolate as he was, he stood under the cloud peach tree for several hours, still without thoughts, until he remembered that Minhe was unattended, so he went back to Zhishui Peak.

Back in the stone room, Min He was already sleeping soundly on the stone platform, he didn't know what funny things happened in his dream, he kept giggling, saliva dripping down the corner of his mouth.Feeling pity in Mo Yunhua's heart, he pulled up his sleeve and gently wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

At that time, Mo Yunhua was injured and was bedridden for half a year. Wen Haoran took care of him for half a year. After he was able to take care of himself, he persuaded Wen Haoran to leave and came to the piano room, only to learn that a child had turned into a string. Hiding in his piano room for more than half a year.

At that time, Min He was about two years old and just started talking. During that time, he was very frightened, hungry and afraid. He didn't dare to reveal his real body until he saw Mo Yunhua. Since then, he refused to leave his body and even slept at night. Also next to each other.

Mo Yunhua didn't know why there was a gifted baby boy hidden in his cave, and when he first saw him, he felt pity for him. Although he didn't remember the past, he still kept the child by his side quietly, Min He was obedient, He never caused troubles, if Wen Haoran came to the house on something, he would turn into a string and hide in the piano room. In the past few years, no one has noticed.

When he was free, Mo Yunhua often taught Min He, and as time went on, he felt more and more that Min He was talented, different from ordinary people, and valued him more.The two were called father and son, and they had been together for seven years.

In the middle of the night, Mo Yunhua changed his clothes and applied the ointment to his back, and a gentle force penetrated from his back to his heart, warming his scattered spirit. The cloud peach blossom fragrance in the sky fell asleep.

For the first time in seven years, he did not borrow the soul-suppressing incense, and had a peaceful sleep.

The next morning, when he woke up, he stretched out his hand and was amazed. He didn’t want the ointment applied last night to be so effective. The medicine cured his illness overnight. Meat.

Mo Yunhua had read "Compendium of Hundred Herbs" by heart, and was quite familiar with the medicinal properties of spirit grasses and elixir, but it was the first time he knew that cloud peaches had magical effects in healing wounds. Now he is not willing to show up, and he can't say that he has some unavoidable reasons, so let him do whatever he wants.

On that side, Lian Que left Shangqingmen, found Liyuan, and bluntly said that he was going to return to the ruins to help Liuyun calm down the beast tide. Since the chaos of the Five Dao Pagodas started because of him, he had the responsibility to clean up the mess.

Li Yuan didn't want to participate in this matter, but because he was concerned about the safety of Lian Que, he had no choice but to go to Guixu with Lian Que. The two of them walked together, saved people along the way, and made many meritorious deeds along the way.

The author has something to say: When the love is strong, you start to make a speech, and it may grow into a jade branch.Unless they should be separated after death, there should be no parting in life. ——Cangyang Gyatso Jade Branch is placed here, as the title of the final chapter. I saw it when I was reading miscellaneous books. It is said that the name of this ci tablet was originally a catalog of Ci rhythm. It was mistakenly recorded from Qin E's earliest source Biography of immortals?I vaguely remember something like this happened, but I haven't looked back.

Seeing that Yu Jiaozhi didn’t write many lyrics, but recalled Qin’e’s tablet, many of you have filled in the sentence written by Emperor *VI here, it should be used as a moral. Finally, thank you for the grenade that Sister Hope gave me, and Your heart-to-heart words and encouragement are really touching, and my eyes are wet

谢谢 你