Cinderella: The Legend of Yunhua

Mo Yunhua was lost again, feeling lost, thoughts flying in his heart, the memory that has been sleeping for decades is like a long-fermented old wine, and finally he can't help but smell the fragrance, those fragments of the past are peeled off and become more and more clear Now, the deeply hidden love is slowly appearing in my heart.

In a daze, he remembered how he traveled thousands of miles to Guixu to save people that day, and he still feels flustered when he thinks about it, he is afraid that if something happens, he will miss him, and heaven and man will be separated forever...

——Return to the Market, I suddenly remembered...

Is it where you were born?

You—— are not the ancient demon, you are just a poor child who unfortunately contracted a disease?

right?

Aren't you Li Yuan?

right?

Then, the long and quiet years were complicated for a while, and Mo Yunhua was still not very clear. He only remembered that he had been searching for it for several years, and traveled all the way to Yingzhou.

Is it just one step away from unraveling the obsession in the heart?

After walking alone for many years, Mo Yunhua has long known that the catastrophe of the world of mortals still needs to be transformed by himself to make further progress.Right now, there is no one on this island, and he has no way to track him down. Now he decides to go to Yingzhou himself again, vowing to find a clear cause and effect.

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Traveling day and night, wearing the stars and wearing the moon, Mo Yunhua finally set foot on his hometown.

Yingzhou has entered the deep winter again, just like before, the ground is covered with silver and covered with frost.

Mo Yunhua didn't care about the wind, frost and snow, and went up the mountain along the way.There is a breeze in the mountains, and the cherry blossoms mourn the passing away. There is no tranquility and sadness beyond the ordinary.

Under the cherry blossom tree, there is still the wine jar that Li Que forgot.The snow creaked under his feet, and Mo Yunhua walked up to him according to his memory, and leaned against the tree. He experienced this scene again, and it suddenly seemed like a dream.He pulled out the wine jar, and it was empty, leaving only a lingering scent of drunkenness.

Cloud peach honey?

The sweetness in the altar has a slightly bitter smell, isn't it the fragrance from the jade pot left on the table that year?

Under the tree, there are many phantoms, which are the most deceptive.

The breeze wrapped around this intoxicating light fragrance, and gently brushed it on Mo Yunhua's face. With his eyebrows closed and his eyes closed, Mo Yunhua saw an old, haggard and panic-stricken face. For the first time, the illusion was so real, It can be clearly seen that those wrinkled eyes are full of affection, although they are filthy and dirty, there is still a faint clearness and delicateness. He suddenly remembered that in the deep winter of that year, before the flowers and under the moon, he kissed him here Promise, deliver sincerity...

It's you? !

In that year, your appearance changed suddenly, and your love was buried deep. You hid in Yingzhou to escape from the world and cultivated. I calculated all the way and found this place from Guixu...

is not it?

That night, under the tree, you promised to stay with me forever, prove the Tao with your heart, and go to the fairyland hand in hand...

is not it?

Why did you leave without saying goodbye...taught me to look for you all these years...

You... where did you go?

Mo Yunhua stretched out his hand tremblingly, but he dared not touch it, for fear of breaking the old face in the phantom, clear words flashed in his ears one after another, full of fists and fists, singing flower language with the wind, Like fireworks all over the sky, blooming continuously in Mo Yunhua's heart.

——"It's just that I fiddled with it at random, and it didn't make a tune, which made real people laugh."

——"Master Mo, what name do you plan to name this qin?"

——“Let me play a song for a real person.”

——"Mo Zhenjun... I haven't realized the sword intent of the first level, and the moves are still intangible, which makes you...disappointed."

——"Heaven above, this disciple entered the master's sect today. I will definitely have the Dao in my heart, keep the precepts and practice, and never violate the sect rules or do things that harm the sect. Goodbye Master!"

——"How can these be foreign things? The master is a close relative in the hearts of the disciples, and he values ​​​​more than his own life. It is most natural to follow the master's joy and sorrow."

——"Master comes with my sword, how about I take Master for a ride?"

——"Master, the disciple has returned from training."

——"The disciple has no intention of being frivolous, but... just... I feel that the master is extremely beautiful, so I want to..."

——"The disciple doesn't want to accept apprentices in this life, but just wants to accompany the master, so the reward of the master should be left to others."

——"Since the master has a new hairpin, why not give this black jade hairpin to the disciple?"

——"Master, disciple... I just don't understand that the predestined relationship is related to the karma in the past. It's all from cause and effect, and it's not accidental. If it's not accidental, how can there be impermanence? If there is a tie, why can't you just stay and care about it?" , can’t you be serious? Could it be that God sent down fate just to make a joke with me, to tease me?”

——"What the master taught is...but, the disciples cannot ignore the pain of the master, and must find a way to heal this wound in this life."

——"The master loves so much, the disciple can't repay it. It's just... as the disciple looks like now, master... is the master still willing?"

——"Master... are you really willing to abandon the precepts and live with your disciple forever?"

——"Disciple... also should never leave!"

——"Master, after this matter is over, let's find a place to travel with the disciple... The disciple suddenly misses the time on the ice field that year..."

——"Master...At the beginning, the disciple didn't think carefully and said the wrong thing...Now the disciple only thinks about the master's good, life is alive, and only living can have a way out...Master, do you still remember the disciple said today that you are free? Disciple thinks about it... you have to let go, forget it, and then you can be free... what happened tonight, I will be punished by this disciple, and it can be regarded as repaying the master for saving me on the blue peak that day."

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Memories of the past poured into Mo Yunhua's heart like a volcanic eruption, and at this point, he finally understood where his feelings would go.There are thousands of postures, either still or moving, sometimes joyful and sometimes sad , Scattered in Guixu Sea, Qinglian Peak, Outer Valley, Zhishui Peak, with the undercurrent of time going back up, scouring Mo Yunhua's soul, it is love at first sight, it is love at first sight, it is love at first sight, it is love at first sight, it is love at first sight, it is life and death... ... Scenes, scene after scene, quiet, warm, lingering, intimate... Silence passes through the hall, just for a moment, for a moment, the past of the 80 years... I remember it.

Finally, at this moment, he saw the person who had been dreaming all these years, from a child to a young man to an octogenarian, who he loved with all his heart and was willing to protect with his life.

This Yingzhou Island is the place where his master and apprentice will love each other for the rest of their lives!

"Lian... son?" Mo Yunhua called out the person who caused him to be fascinated with trembling lips, "As a teacher... I... I... I have been looking for you all these years so hard. You... Are you okay?"

That unforgettable love.

It’s true—bone erosion*.

unswervingly to death.

This is the moment.present.in front of you.Suddenly understood.

Looking back, the 40 years of separation seemed like a dream, but it was only a blink of an eye.

The heart, after hardships, returns to its true nature.

It really hurts!

Heartbroken.

Nothing to do with the five internal organs.

I can't help crying out loud!

Tears, several times wet the skirt.When he was affectionate, looking at the old face again, Mo Yunhua couldn't help crying, and the words of love were squeezed between his lips and tongue but he didn't know which one to say. Although he was only facing an illusion, he was happy again. Painful, cautious, looking forward and looking forward, looking again and again, just like how Lian Que guarded him in his dream back then, guarding that phantom foolishly through the night.

The author has something to say: uh, can say this chapter

Did you cry when you wrote it yourself?

Wrote until now, unknowingly

I seem to be in love with Yunhua myself

How to break?

toss, slowly

just don't want to end

How to break?

Forgive me for the small number of words in this chapter

I don't want to spoil the atmosphere of this chapter

Maybe I'm having a nervous attack, just imagine it yourself?