Cinderella: The Legend of Yunhua

Wen Haoran stepped out of the cave, with his face still frosty, and said in a cold voice, "Lian Que, I watched you grow up, since Qinglian entrusted you to me on Yuzhu Peak that day, I have treated you as my own child The reason why you have protected you many times in front of the master is because you are sensitive and kind, and you are a sensible person, but now you have made such a big mistake, pushing your master into this situation just to find your father, Yun Hua is the only blood left by my aunt, and also the only relative left by my Wen family. You taught me how to speak for you in front of the master in the future, but you tell me, where did you get the news about the Haotian mirror? Is this delusional?"

"Forgive me...I can't explain...Master...My father did not hesitate to cut his bones to make medicine for me, and he is still returning to the bottom of the ruins...As a son of man, I cannot fulfill my filial piety at his knees. If I find him The only thing I can do..." Saying this, Lian Que's voice couldn't help but choke, "My father...as a green dragon, he didn't care about world affairs at the bottom of Guixu. Jie Lei can turn into a real dragon and leap nine days, but for the benefactor's entrustment, after consuming 2000 years of real energy, he will not hesitate to hurt himself to heal my eyes... May I ask, how can I ignore it? It's just... just... I don't know what to do How could Haotian make such a big commotion, and never thought that Master would be involved in this right and wrong... It was my negligence and not being thorough enough that caused the disaster... I feel regretful... If I can let Master avoids such punishment...I would rather pay double retribution on myself, Master...I..."

"Okay! What's the use of you talking about it now?" Wen Haoran said coldly, "Don't you know that Yunhua has always loved you in Zhishui Peak for so many years, how could he turn a blind eye to you according to his temperament , If you were punished by the door, why wouldn't he come forward, do you think that the oath he made on the martial field that day is a joke? Or do you think that the oath you made was a joke?!"

"I..." Lian Que was speechless, Wen Haoran was right, in all these years, everything Mo Yunhua did was in accordance with the vow he made at the beginning, and he never violated it. Woolen cloth……

"Uncle, I know I was wrong... You punish me..."

"Why should I punish you? You are not my disciple, Yunhua has taken so much care to protect you, what's the point of me punishing you? If you say condemnation, it should be your own conscience!" Wen Haoran lost his former gentleness, Every word stabbed straight into Lian Que's heart like an ice knife, making Lian Que lack the courage to raise his head.

"Get up, I've finished what I have to say, give me your mountain protection formation token, and I will go back to the mountain to refine medicine for Yunhua!"

Lian Que took out the restraining token and offered it with both hands, Wen Haoran took the token and left without looking back.

Lian Que returned to the stone room full of worries, and when Mo Yunhua saw him, he asked concerned, "Lian'er, what's wrong with you?"

Lian Que shook his head, "Master... the disciple is fine, the medicine brought by Uncle Wen must have been specially refined for Master, so disciple should apply it for Master."

"Ah."

Lian Que took off Mo Yunhua's clothes, and put on the ointment brought by Wen Haoran.Wen Haoran was originally a wood spirit root cultivator, and wood spirit energy was responsible for hair growth. He was the best at healing wounds so far, and the healing ointment he refined was naturally better than that made by Mo Yunhua himself.This ointment is cool in nature, as soon as it touches the wound, it removes the redness and swelling, leaving only the densely packed holes left by the pricks, which makes the back numb at first glance.

"Master... Will this wound leave a scar in the future?"

"Leaving the scars is also to remind those disciples who violated the precepts not to forget their past mistakes." Mo Yunhua replied lightly, since he applied the ointment sent by Wen Haoran, the burning feeling on his back finally became lighter.

Lian Que caressed the intact and smooth skin on both sides of Mo Yunhua's back, and mourned, "If you want to leave such a horrible wound, teach me how to be at ease in the future."

"Lian'er," Mo Yunhua looked at Lian Que calmly, without any trace of resentment in his eyes, "The matter has passed, and I didn't blame you as a teacher. On that day, I saw Liu Yun in your dream with my own eyes. It's really unbearable to bear the pain of cutting bones, you don't need to blame yourself too much, understand?"

"But this wound..."

"You have practiced so far, can't you even see through the surface?"

"What the master taught is...but, the disciples cannot ignore the pain of the master, and must find a way to heal this scar in this life." Lian Que looked solemn.

Because Mo Yunhua's back was seriously injured and he couldn't take care of himself, Lian Que had to change his dressing and clothes frequently, and he was always by his side day and night, and when he was tired, he would sit by the stone platform and take a light sleep for a while.Mo Yunhua's recovery was slow, and the pain still tormented him. Because he still couldn't stand up and meditate to adjust his breath, the spiritual energy in his body could not be replenished, and he was getting thinner and thinner. When he disobeyed Mo Yunhua's intention, he grabbed Mo Yunhua's wrist and injected a large amount of true energy into Mo Yunhua's body.

He knew that Mo Yunhua's internal friction could not be repaired in a short period of time, and he would not be able to see his former style in 20 years. Although he was often reprimanded by Mo Yunhua these days, he was not allowed to instill his true energy, but he still Every time he took advantage of Mo Yunhua's deep sleep to infuse Lingyuan to nourish Mo Yunhua's meridians, and seeing Mo Yunhua's face look a little better because of the nourishment of Lingyuan, the guilt in his heart was relieved a little.

In this way, he had to step up his practice when he was free, so that he could have the strength to supply Mo Yunhua's spiritual energy.Year-round consumption day and night, he also felt very tired, his cultivation base did not increase but decreased, he lost a lot of weight, and his cheeks, which were a little plump in the past, were also sunken, but because of Mo Yunhua, he was willing to do whatever he did.

In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed, and in the past six months, Lian Que and Mo Yunhua have been together day and night, not daring to leave him for close service, changing medicine and clothes for Mo Yunhua himself every day, and watching Mo Yunhua sleep next to the stone platform at night, To warm and nourish the meridians for Mo Yunhua, and occasionally take out Yaoguang to play the piano for Mo Yunhua, Mo Yunhua is reticent, unless he needs to be instructed, he rarely speaks, only immersed in the music, and his thoughts are long.The two masters and apprentices have never had so much leisure in decades. If it weren't for Mo Yunhua's injury, the six months of intimate and quiet closeness can be regarded as the most peaceful and warm-hearted time on Zhishui Peak.

Thanks to Lian Que's careful care and Wen Haoran's frequent wound medicines, the injury on Mo Yunhua's back has healed very much. As for the lack of cultivation, it needs to be replenished slowly in the future.

On this day, Lian Que applied the medicine for Mo Yunhua as usual, and lit a soul-suppressing incense, and Mo Yunhua fell into a deep sleep not long after.Lian Que called out a few times, but Mo Yunhua did not respond. Knowing that Mo Yunhua was fast asleep, he took out Mo Yunhua's wrist from the brocade quilt, and input the true Yin essence into Mo Yunhua's wrist as usual. Yuan, for warming and nourishing meridians.

Perhaps it was because of the exhaustion of the excessive output of true energy these days, or because of the calming effect of the soul-suppressing incense, Lian Que lost his mind unconsciously during the process of healing Mo Yunhua.

……

Amidst the clouds and mist, he felt in a trance that he was being drawn by a force of thought, and he was involuntarily drifting into a dark and silent void.

"Little Lian! Little Lian!"

……

A man's voice came from the void, Lian Que's consciousness was hazy, and he couldn't tell who the voice came from for a moment, he walked forward in the void, and suddenly there was a creak, and a fiery red door appeared in the void , he swayed in with a strong wind, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, with mountains, rivers and forests, lush and green.

"Isn't this... the Chongli Palace in Li Yuan?" Lian Que narrowed his eyes slightly, doubtful, and heard the man's chuckle floating in the air, calling his name non-stop.

"Li Yuan? Li Yuan!" Lian Que groped forward with a chuckle, crossed the cherry blossom forest in the back mountain of Chongli Hall, and came to a secluded house in the valley of the back mountain.

The layout of this house is very exquisite, with cloud peaches densely planted all around, and the petals of cloud peaches are fluttering, fragrant like rain, dense clumps of rosemary are planted on the ground, and faint ice purple flowers are blooming. The enchanting air of caramel and the bitterness of rosemary are entwined in the air, lingering like strands of silk, which arouses people's fascination.

Lian Que pushed aside the flower forest, and walked towards the courtyard looking for the voice, he was confused, he didn't know why he fell here, "This small courtyard...isn't it the Liyuan Palace?"

The courtyard is a structure with three entrances and three exits. The courtyard is unique and exquisite. The pool is full of parallel stalks, the corridors are covered with clematis of various colors, the pomegranates are in full bloom, and the banana leaves are green and verdant.Lian Que walked through the corridors looking for the calling sound, but the calling sound stopped suddenly in the backyard and could no longer be traced.

"Li Yuan? Li Yuan? Are you using Dream Capture to lure me here?" Lian Que called out to the void, but no one responded.

— Could it be that I made a mistake?

Lian Que stepped into the backyard, walked through the flower forest, and saw the curtains of the east wing room swinging lightly, and a quiet and faint fragrance came from the room.

"Soul-suppressing incense? Could it be that it was set up by Li Yuan?"

Lian Que followed the scent, lifted the bead chain and walked into the wing.In the mist, the breeze blows through the residual smoke, the spring spirit locks around the curtains, and the man's deep and soft moans faintly spread in the curtains. There is a bit of restraint in the moans and moans, which is particularly touching.

When Lian Que heard it, his whole heart was pounding, he completely forgot the previous call, and walked forward in two steps in three steps, and opened the curtain, and saw a man in white lying on his side on the bed with a cloud of hair on his face. Scattered down the bed.Lian Que swallowed the body fluid stiffly, leaned over and lightly brushed up the man's long hair, and saw the man's jade face was clear, his eyes were filled with mist, his brows were filled with sorrow, and he was trapped in desire, adding to a period of confusion and hesitation.

Lian Que was so startled that his hands trembled, his heart—as if it had just been scooped out of hot oil, was astonishingly hot, and he called out in a low voice, "Master?!"

Hearing the call, Mo Yunhua's out-of-focus eyes managed to condense, and there was still uncontrollable spring in the cold eyes, and there was fine sweat on his forehead and neck.

"Master? What's wrong with you?" Lian Que raised his voice and asked, and when he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was extremely dry, and his throat was dry and choked.

"Lian'er..." Mo Yunhua stretched out his hand to rub Lian Que's face back and forth, the stars were shining brightly, as if fire was about to flow out, "I... searched for you so hard."

Mo Yunhua's hand lost the warmth and coolness of the past, as if it was on fire, although it was moving on Lian Que's face, it was like touching his heart.Lian Que stared at Mo Yunhua obsessively, his heartbeat shrank and shrank according to Mo Yunhua's pupils, his body temperature burned higher and higher with Mo Yunhua's caress, as if it would melt at any time, and he suddenly withered without realizing it. Dick lay beside Mo Yunhua.

He fell into this tenderness, full of affection, only looking for Mo Yunhua's cold and uncontrollable eyes, only feeling Mo Yunhua's fiery, tender and affectionate hands, forgetting where he was, and not knowing whether it was a dream or not.He also didn't want to find out why Mo Yunhua suddenly changed dramatically, becoming so...so charming...with affection, he has been with Mo Yunhua for more than 40 years, and he has never seen Mo Yunhua with such a appearance, even though he is It was the first time I saw him, but...he didn't tire of it...instead, a wave of secret joy suddenly increased, which made his heart flutter and lost his direction. I just want... I just want to cling to Mo Yunhua, hug Mo Yunhua's waist, feel the light breath around Mo Yunhua, and capture Mo Yunhua's rare passion...

"Master...Master..." Lian Que tentatively stretched out his hand to pick up a lock of Mo Yunhua's long hair and sniffed at the tip of his nose, murmuring incoherently to Mo Yunhua.

"Lian'er..." Mo Yunhua's hand rested on the tip of Lian Que's eyes, and his eyes were full of lingering, as if looking at a rare treasure.

When had Lian Que seen Mo Yunhua's emotional expression, he couldn't help but cover Mo Yunhua's hand and put it on his chest, the throbbing sound in his chest was transmitted back and forth between the two bodies , with an indescribable intimacy.

"Master...Master..." Lian Que lowered his eyebrows, not daring to look into Mo Yunhua's eyes anymore. His heart was beating so fast that it burst into his chest. Terrified, I had no choice but to hold down the fire in my heart to avoid it.

"Lian'er... Lian'er...I finally found you." Mo Yunhua smiled lightly, leaning forward, spraying all his breath on Lian Que's neck, the slight heat mixed with the faint fragrance of lotus.

"Master, Master..." Lian Que couldn't help but moan in a low voice, no matter how hard he was to control himself.

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