[Master] Why is a hometown

When a person is in good health, he may not feel much about this soundness.

Like sunshine and rain, everyone depends on these conditions to survive, but when the sun rises and the rain and snow fall, no one pays special attention to them.

——The first difficulty that Yuan Wuxiang needs to overcome after the wound heals is to adapt to his no longer healthy body.

Hands are the most flexible and important part of the human body, and losing them means various inconveniences.

When the first ray of sunlight shone into the room in the morning, Yuan Wuxiang was already sitting in front of the dressing table, letting his wife play with it.

Holding a wooden comb, Mu Xinyuan gathered Yuan Wuxiang's smooth silver hair into a bundle, skillfully tied it into a bun, took the crown with her right hand and put it on, and then put the hairpin in. In this way, the person with disheveled hair in the mirror seemed to have changed again. Back to the old Taoist who was rich and handsome.

"Ah Yuan is really skillful, it looks better than what I comb myself."

Mu Xinyuan put her hands on his shoulders, bent down to look at the image in the mirror, and said with a smile: "Women are naturally fond of dressing up, so they are better at these things than men."

After finishing his hair, Mu Xinyuan signaled Yuan Wuxiang to get up, and tidied his clothes.

When Yuan Wuxiang was in a coma, she had asked a tailor to cut and remake all the clothes. They were still in the style of Taoist robes, and only the lapels were tightened to prevent loosening; cloud shoulders were added on both sides of the lapels, and they were decorated with long yarns hanging down. Cleverly conceals empty sleeves.

Yuan Wuxiang rested in bed for a long time, and was finally allowed to get out of bed for activities. Only now did he realize that besides healing his injuries, A Yuan probably spent a lot of other thoughts.

After getting dressed, Mu Xinyuan raised her head and said, "I'm going to prepare breakfast, you can walk around by yourself."

"it is good."

The two stepped out of the bedroom back and forth, Yuan Wuxiang habitually raised his hands to close the door - but was slightly taken aback when the cuffs slipped off naturally.

Oh... by the way, he has no hands.

After staring at the door panel for a while, he couldn't help but sighed softly.

——It is indeed inconvenient.

If you can't even do something as simple as closing the door, the trouble is more than a little bit.

It's not that he was disappointed, it was the fact, he chose to accept it, but he felt that A Yuan was too hard.

He doesn't regret going to Tianqiang, and he doesn't regret risking his life to save his friends. The only one who feels indebted is A Yuan.A Yuan is not in good health, and now he has to take care of him... But in fact, he should take care of her.

A few days ago, the owner of Medicine King Valley came to visit his injury, and after confirming that the severed hand could not be healed, he watched A Yuan apply medicine, feed him, and freshen up without saying a word, with a black face all the way.

Yuan Wuxiang can fully understand Fenggu Master's mood.

He walked in the midst of the misty rain and the fragrance of birds and flowers, took a breath of fresh air that he had not seen for a long time, and began to think about what he could do in the future.

At the same time as the Battle of Qiang was over, Ge Xianchuan and Bao Puzi, with the help of Daozhen people, also started the ingenious transformation and successfully subdued the evil dragon.

In the two battles, the price Daozhen paid was the lives of two elites, Dao Zhongpin and Li Gonglie, and a Yuan Wuxiang who lost his combat power.

From the perspective of the overall situation, such a price is extremely small compared to the result—as for the victim himself, he probably has no regrets.

At the end of the war, Daozhen in the South and North took care of the affairs of Dao Zhongpin and Li Gonglie respectively; the other four Liyunping Daozhen five heroes and the three brothers and sisters Puyang Gangyi often came to inquire about the situation of Yuan Wuxiang.

Ge Xianchuan and Baopuzi came only once.

It's not that the two of them didn't want to come, but Mu Xinyuan politely and firmly declined several times on the grounds that Yuan Wuxiang was still in a coma and needed to recuperate.

If they just cared about Yuan Wuxiang as former fellow practitioners and friends, she would never stop them; but they stepped into the misty rain and setting sun as the leaders of the North and South Daozhen, and there was an unconcealable high-spiritedness in their speech and behavior, but Hypocritically speaking, Yuan Wuxiang thanked him on behalf of Daozhen for doing his best for the common people and for the sect.

Mu Xinyuan has never been stupid, she can clearly distinguish between sincerity and falsehood.

Simply Yuan Wuxiang was already in a coma, so he just used this excuse to reject the two Daozhen leaders—yes, they planned to kill Nielong and Pingtian Qiang, and it was the time when Lime Wuliang's prestige was high, how could he restrain his heart proud of?It's just that this kind of pride is indeed very annoying to the families of the victims.

Even if someone said that she resented Daozhen because of this, she was not willing to accept such hypocritical sympathy.

The one who comes the most frequently is of course Tired Harvest.

Tired Shoutian was not good at words, and when he came, he just asked Yuan Wuxiang how the situation was. Mu Xinyuan was completely at ease with him, and when he was busy decocting medicine, he would help him look at Yuan Wuxiang who was unconscious.

Often when she came back, all she saw was Tired Shoutian sitting beside Yuan Wuxiang's bed without saying a word.

Now that Yuan Wuxiang is awake, Tired Shoutian didn't come to visit at the first time - it is said that Li Gonglie's step-sister died of grief and illness due to the death of his brother, and he is helping to take care of the funeral.

Mu Xinyuan couldn't help sighing when he heard the news.

... It's really a wave of ups and downs.

In the scorching heat in the afternoon, Mu Xinyuan and Yuan Wuxiang went for a walk in the back mountain to cool off, and told him some truthful news along the way, and only picked up what he cared about.

"Yesterday, Tired Shoutian asked someone to bring me a message, asking if you are awake, and I hope to visit you." Mu Xinyuan held a medicinal herb that he pulled out along the way, and said as he walked, "He has been under a lot of pressure recently."

Yuan Wuxiang sighed slightly: "With his personality, I can easily predict his reaction."

"It's boring again, lacking a way to vent." Mu Xinyuan was also a little helpless, and then turned to look at Yuan Wuxiang: "You are similar, no wonder you are friends."

Yuan Wuxiang was startled, then laughed: "A Yuan, am I bored?"

"It should be said to be a commonality..." Walking through a section of the mountain road without trees, Mu Xinyuan raised his hand to cover his eyebrows to hide the glare of the sun: "Sometimes I wish you would not always be so calm."

"Everyone has emotions, but you can't let your emotions dictate your words and deeds." Yuan Wuxiang put his arms around her waist lightly: "A Yuan, I'm really fine, I'm not pretending to be calm, don't worry .”

Mu Xinyuan pursed her lips and said nothing, her little face tensed.

She has seen many patients who have become disabled due to accidents, and those people have experienced a very painful adaptation period, or depression, or a big change in temperament, or even hysteria... But there is no place to go Just like being concerned about herself, it made her feel uncomfortable.

Seeing her like this, Yuan Wuxiang knew that she was sad for him, and when she wanted to comfort him again, Mu Xinyuan reached out to hold his broken arm hidden under the sleeve, and gently rubbed the flat spot with her head down. Wound.

"...A Yuan?"

Seeing that she was silent, Yuan Wuxiang was a little worried about whether she was in a bad mood again, so he called softly.

Mu Xinyuan raised his head and forced a smile: "It's nothing, let's go back, lest we get tired of the sky and fall into the misty rain and the setting sun."

Outside the misty rain and setting sun, the blond-haired and golden-robed Taoist stood alone for a long time, neither knocking on the door nor leaving.

A series of recent changes have made the already introverted person even more silent.

Dao Zhongpin and Li Gonglie died tragically, and Yuan Wuxiang lost his hands. When Daozhen was rejoicing at the outcome of the war, he couldn't let go of the pain of losing a friend; the death of Dandelion made him bear an indelible guilt feel.

Although Dandelion's family concealed the truth of this entanglement out of goodwill to both parties and preserved his reputation with Dandelion—it is an indisputable fact that Yiren died because of him.

Love, debt and hatred weighed heavily on his shoulders, even making him unable to breathe.

If in the past, even though the waves were turbulent, you could still have a drink with fellow practitioners and friends, soothe your worries, and talk about finding solutions.

But at the moment when Yuan Wuxiang lost his hands because of him, he really didn't want to disturb his friend's peaceful life with his own troubles—not to mention that he thought he was not qualified to do so.

Yuan Wuxiang and Mu Xinyuan came back from the back mountain, and they saw the scene of the golden-robed Taoist standing in front of their house from a distance, and they were quite puzzled.

"Tired to harvest the sky," Mu Xinyuan greeted, "Have I kept you waiting?"

Tired Shoutian turned his head after hearing the sound, and saw that Yuan Wuxiang, who came with Mu Xinyuan, was calm and leisurely, and his complexion was quite good. He made up his mind, but still said cautiously: "It's okay, we've been here not long."

Yuan Wuxiang smiled slightly: "Since you're here, let's go inside first."

After entering the misty rain and setting sun, Mu Xinyuan brought the herbal tea that he made himself, first poured a cup for Tired Shoutian, and explained: "The taste of this tea may be a bit poor, but it is quite effective in clearing away heat and relieving summer heat. Let's give it a try."

"Thank you."

Tired Shoutian took the teacup, but saw Mu Xinyuan bring another cup of tea to Yuan Wuxiang's mouth, and Yuan Wuxiang just took a big sip with his wife's hand bowed his head.

In an instant, guilt surged in my heart.

The couple acted naturally, but this scene reminded Tired Shoutian of the cruel fact.

——Yuan Wuxiang, the most outstanding man in Nandaozhen in the past, can no longer hold a sword, move his palm, and even find it difficult to take care of himself.

Sensing his emotional changes, Yuan Wuxiang signaled with his eyes, and Mu Xinyuan understood, got up and left, leaving room for the two to talk: "Today I got a new medicine seed, I'll go to the medicine garden to deal with it, you guys chat slowly."

After she left, Juan Shoutian remained silent, and Yuan Wuxiang started the topic spontaneously: "Now that Bingxuan is calmed down and Daozhen continues to prosper, how can Izumi Heroic Spirit feel at ease with your solemnity?"

Tired Shoutian remained silent, and replied after a while: "Forgetting the sacrifice is even more ashamed of the heroic spirits who passed away under Jiuquan."

"Letting go is not forgetting, after letting go, you can still remember."

"Some things don't just let it go, or forget it when you say it."

Tired of accepting the words of heaven, drink up the tea in the cup in one gulp.

Yuan Wuxiang said with a smile: "Oh, the herbal tea carefully prepared by A Yuan, you drink it like this, you are really chewing peony."

"Original no hometown!"

Tired Shoutian suddenly let out a low cry, as if he couldn't suppress his anger - the calmer he was, the more he couldn't let go.

Knowing the personality of his friend, Yuan Wuxiang didn't care, instead he acted obediently: "Yes, what is Taoist Juan's order?"

"You..." Juan Shoutian felt a little out of control, restrained his emotions again, and changed the topic: "What are your future plans?"

——Since he can no longer use force, he will naturally no longer participate in the affairs of the church. He also wants to know what Yuan Wuxiang thinks about his future life.

"From now on..." Yuan Wuxiang looked towards the distant sky, and said in a long voice, "Maybe, let's travel around the world. Ah Yuan has never liked mundane affairs, and now I can just drop everything and accompany her to walk among the mountains and rivers."

Tired Shoutian lowered his eyes silently: "Indulging in mountains and rivers will not lose your interest."

"Green mountains and green waters, idle clouds and wild cranes are also rare scenery in life." Yuan Wuxiang seemed to be relieved and self-understood, followed by a chuckle: "Not to mention being accompanied by a married couple, it is really not lonely."

"Madam Yuan is indeed a caring person."

Tired Shoutian sincerely praised him, but Yuan Wuxiang ridiculed him: "My friend, you can't envy caring people. A Yuan often said that you are easy to get girls' eyes. Maybe you can do more and choose a caring person to accompany you."

After the words fell, Tired Shoutian did not retort in embarrassment as in the past, but just turned his eyes silently: "I was joking."

"Huh?" Yuan Wuxiang keenly sensed that he seemed to be hiding something, and deliberately asked: "What happened to this reaction?"

"nothing."

Tired Shoutian refused straight away, seeing that he was determined not to mention it, Yuan Wuxiang had no choice but to say, "Restraining yourself in everything is not a good habit."

"Habit is nature. People's nature is different, but there is no distinction between good and bad."

"Good or bad, it depends on who and what scene you face."

Tired Shoutian didn't want to dwell on this topic any longer, and instead asked: "When are you and Madam going to leave?"

"Look at her, she's leaving, she can leave at any time." Yuan Wuxiang looked in the direction of the medicine garden, his eyes were full of tenderness.

Seeing his demeanor, Tired Shoutian finally relieved the anguish in his heart a little.

——It is better to be accompanied by someone than to drink sorrow alone.

Afterwards, Yuan Wuxiang gradually faded out of Daozhen's sight.

The couple often go out to visit mountains and rivers, and visit ancient temples in famous rivers.

Misty rain and setting sun are no longer the bustling scene when Mu Xinyuan first married a group of fellow practitioners and friends to discuss wine and dinner together, even the three brothers and sister Puyang Gangyi seldom see the two of them again.

On the contrary, Feng Yuluo, Mrs. Feng Yuluo of Xiang who married into Yin and Yang and admired Xiaohan, mentioned when she returned to her natal home that she had seen Yuan Wuxiang couple in a temple.

Talking about the demeanor of the two of them, Feng Yuluo, who was a new wife, looked fascinated: "It's really a couple of gods."

- That's good.

Tired Shoutian heard the news by chance and closed his eyes gently.

It's good when friends are having a good time.

……

Yuan Wuxiang and Mu Xinyuan, who were traveling abroad, are currently boating in the south of the Yangtze River.

Yuan Wuxiang drank the medicine and did not suffer from seasickness, so he stood on the bow of the boat and looked at the scenery of the lake with great interest.

Mu Xinyuan stood on one side, holding him in one arm, seeing that he was in a good mood, she also felt lighthearted.

Staying away from the world of mortals and being carefree, this is indeed her favorite life... although this kind of life is bought at the price of losing her hands in Yuan Wuxiang.

A glimmer of haze flashed in her heart, she remained calm and gently rested her head on Yuan Wuxiang's body.

I really hope this peace can last forever.

The author has something to say:

I have been thinking about how the young master survived alone after the Civil War. The more I think about it, the more sad I feel.

The broken hand is only a physical inconvenience, but facing the wall for ten years is an inner torment.

No matter how good the relationship between Juan Shoutian and him is, it is impossible for him to stay in the misty rain and setting sun to wait for him to eat and bathe after he broke his hand; after ten years facing the wall, Tired Shoutian himself is still immersed in his personal emotions.

So calculated in this way, Xiaodangjia is actually more lonely than Juan Shoutian, because Juan Shoutian is at least admired by people in the Northern Sect, while Xiaodangjia is rejected and marginalized by the Southern Sect.

Then let the heroine accompany him through these two difficult times XDDD~~