Cloud Heart of Fragrant Honey

All the immortals watching the excitement dispersed in twos and threes, and those who stayed behind were really concerned about Ning Yun.

Of course, this kind of concern may not be all good intentions, such as the emperor and queen standing aside.

Fairy Yuanji knew what the rest of the people were waiting for, so she didn't say much, and cast spells on the reincarnation of Tianji, and the golden light kept disappearing, and the scenery in the audience kept changing.

Gradually, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her face became more and more serious and tense...

Everyone also felt wrong.

A quarter of an hour later, Immortal Yuexia couldn't help but speak first: "Jiji, haven't you figured out Xiao Ningyun's birthplace yet?"

Yuanji gave Dan Zhu a hard look, the old fox was trying to harm her.

Sure enough, as soon as she opened her eyes, she felt all the penetrating sights around her gathered on her body.

"Fairy Fate, is there anything wrong with Yun'er's reincarnation?"

After hearing this, Fairy Yuanji burst into cold sweat immediately. Although Ye Shen's tone was polite and polite, she was very powerful, she, she, a little fairy, couldn't bear it!

She forced a smile, "The Narcissus has successfully reincarnated... it's just—"

"Just what?" Luo Lin asked coldly.

"It's just... this... Xiaoxian is not good at cultivation... I can barely figure out that the gods and spirits are not hindered. As for... where to reincarnate, what kind of family, what is the situation... this, Xiaoxian has not calculated it!" Fell, gritted his teeth and poured out everything.

"What! Little Ningyun was lost by you!" Immortal Yuexia exclaimed.

Fairy Yuanji took a breath, sure and sure, the old fox wanted to kill her today!First, the water god wanted to kill her with his eyes.

"What did you say!" Luo Lin shouted in surprise and anger.

"What does it mean to lose it?" Jin Mi wondered, "Can this also be lost?"

"Well, Xiaoxian is not good at skills, not good at skills..." He bowed again and again by chance.

"What's going on?" the Heavenly Emperor asked slowly.

"Actually, the Water Immortal ordered Heaven to reconcile, and this calamity was arranged by Heaven," Fairy Yuanji respectfully said, "I think the current situation is also an intentional barrier of Heaven..."

"Then what should we do now?" Linxiu asked quickly, "We can't know the situation of Yun'er's calamity now?"

"This... is a stupid way." Yuanji said hesitantly.

"Come here." said the Heavenly Emperor.

"You can use the dust-observing mirror of the Marriage Mansion to find it." Yuanji said hastily.

"This mortal world is so vast that there is no scope. It will take several lifetimes to find it," the Immortal Yuexia exclaimed, "I have to find someone, and Xiao Ningyun is back."

The Emperor of Heaven was thoughtful, "Since God's will is so, that's all. Fairy Fate Chance calculates the safety of the water god Yuanling a lot. As for the situation of the calamity, there is no need to interfere."

"Yes." It was easy, and Fairy Yuanji hurriedly responded, for fear that the Emperor of Heaven would change his mind.

Jin Mi followed the Immortal Yuexia to the Marriage Mansion to see the Mirror of Chen.

On the way back to Luoxiang Mansion, Luo Lin and Lin Xiu were both worried, and naturally they had no intention of going back to the Flower World as arranged earlier.

After being brought into the mansion, Runyu spoke softly, that he might be able to find the place where Ning Yun suffered a lot.

It turned out that after the Wangchuan incident, he took Ni Lin back from Ning Yun's hands, re-blessed his mana, and refined a ray of spiritual consciousness into it, and only handed it back to her when he got married.

Now, he can feel the vague connection with that wisp of divine consciousness, although it is not very clear, but he is not helpless after all.

Just now the immortals talked a lot, and it was really hard for him to tell them.

"I hope the two elders don't blame me." Runyu bowed upright, pleading guilty.

"You are so considerate, what's your fault?" Linxiu raised her hand to help her, and she was relieved with a smile on her face.

"In this way, Yun'er's safety during the catastrophe will be entrusted to you," Luo Lin had to admit, compared to his own father, Runyu treated Ning Yun more considerately and cared for him.

"Runyu, I will live up to my trust." Runyu solemnly promised.

〖The content of the calamity, water can be skipped〗

From Yuan Dynasty to Zhengzheng three years, 1343 AD.

Zhou Zhiruo was five years old at the time—bereaved her mother and home.

Ning Yun kowtowed three times respectfully in front of a mound.

The so-called poor is rude, not to mention coffins, even ordinary candles and paper money, their family can't afford it, let alone a funeral.The half of the bamboo mat that was not completely burned in the house was wrapped and buried in the loess, which is considered a luxury.

And all she can do is to kowtow to her three times.

She once read in a book that some people believed that the Yuan Dynasty was a period of retrogression of civilization. For her, this was a personal tragedy.

Here there is chaos, and deserted mounds are everywhere.

Here, people are divided into five classes, but in fact, below the fifth class, there is another class, that is, Han women.

In troubled times, people are like grass.

Her mother in this life, that girl with a heart like Lanzhi, is only the same age as her in her previous life, so she has become a piece of loess.

"Wanniang, you can leave at ease, I will take care of Zhiruo when she grows up, save some money, and find her a good family." Her father in this life said plainly.

That's right, now her name is no longer Ning Yun, and she also has the name of a famous second female lead in a certain martial arts novel——Zhou Zhiruo.

If possible, she doesn't want to be that famous female second.

She turned her head to look at her father in this world. The hard life had ruined his appearance, but the man in his twenties looked like he was in his 40s and [-]s, only his gentle eyes were still clear and young.

This is a nice guy and she doesn't want him dead.

However, in such a world, even if he is not the person in the story, he may not be able to escape death.

"Zhiruo, we're leaving. You can read another poem to your mother. Your mother likes to read poems the most." Father stood up, patted her bun, and said in a rough voice.

"Yes, Dad." Ning Yun replied, thought for a while, and said softly, "The dream of prosperity through the ages, the poetry eyes tired of the world. Confucian forest trees, Wu Palace vines, Chu Temple jackdaws. Several huts, thousands of books Volume, to the old village. What's going on in the mountains, spring water to make tea."

This poem by Yuan Haowen, a poet of the dynasty, is full of moon, which is my mother's favorite word.

She has never believed in the reincarnation of ghosts and gods, but now she hopes that her mother can really live a happy life somewhere, as in the poem, making wine from peach blossoms and brewing tea with spring water.

Her mother, Lan Wan, has always been different from the people in the same village. To be clear, she is not from here at all. She did not grow up in such a village.

Then, she became the only person in Zhoujia Village who could read and write. She could write beautiful and graceful characters, and recited many poems and articles. She never talked about her past, but she was too unusual for this place.

Her sadness, her tenderness, her slenderness, her beauty, even though there are three long wounds on her cheek, she is the most beautiful woman in the whole village.

She doesn't like to talk, and besides teaching her daughter, she often doesn't say a word to her husband for a day.

She also named her daughter Zhiruo, Henglan Zhiruo, a name that didn't look like a fisherman's girl should have at all.

However, this woman shrouded in mystery finally disappeared without a sound, and no one knew about her past since then.

Seven days ago, her father was away from the boat, and the Yuan army came to the village to rob and torture her. Her mother threw her into the well and never appeared again. When her father came back and took her out of the well, she realized that her mother was unbearable and committed suicide. died, and his home was burned down by the Yuan army.

Their family was not alone, not even the worst one. The entire small village was almost burned to the ground.

And this kind of tragic situation is not unusual in this era. People numbly pulled out the usable utensils from the ruins, and lived on their own ability, either to seek relatives and friends, or to live in exile.

For those who are alive, life must go on.

Not to mention the funeral, even the home is gone, the mother's small box of books, there is still half of the Book of Songs that has not been burned.Since she has no money to rebuild the house, she can only live with her father on the only boat left.

With half of her mother's book of poetry in her arms, she followed her father and left the former village.

Now, she seems to be one step closer to Zhou Zhiruo in that story.

Three years later, on the banks of the Han River

Ning Yun saw his own father in front of him, was pierced by Yuan Jun's arrow, and fell to the ground without moving, just like in the story.

However, with arrows flying around, she couldn't even pounce on her and drag her father's body back, and she didn't even have time to mourn.

The big bearded man at the bow was rowing desperately, but she knew that he was not familiar with it at a glance, so she was getting twice the result with half the effort and rowing slowly.

The boat at the back carried a lot of Yuan troops, and because of this, the boat sank a lot, and it has not yet caught up.

Ning Yun knew it was impossible, if he continued like this, he would either be overtaken or hit by the arrows, so he hurried to the bow of the boat, reached out to catch the oar, and said quickly, "I'll do it, you can deal with the rear."

The big man looked at the little girl who was slightly taller than his waist with some hesitation. The little girl was wearing a hat and covered with cloth, so she couldn't tell her face, but she was no more than ten years old in terms of stature.

Ning Yun didn't have time to explain. Although she was young, she had lived on the river for a long time and did many things on a daily basis. Naturally, she had some strength, and she was used to cleverness. She only raised her hand and shook the oar with great effort.

Seeing this, the big man also breathed a sigh of relief, and praised loudly, "Good girl!"

Turning back to the stern, he let go to deal with the pursuers behind him.

The sound of fighting behind her gradually approached and sounded, there was an arrow passing by her, she knew that the pursuers had arrived, she could not turn back, not to mention she didn't know martial arts, even if she turned back she couldn't do anything, so she could only shake the paddle with all her might.

Now, where is Zhang Zhenren, who is said to be very powerful in martial arts?

After a while, she occasionally heard the sound of arrows sinking into the body, and a cry of a child behind her, followed by the wailing of the big man, thinking that the boy that the big man was protecting was not saved after all.

At another moment, she heard an old man yelling angrily: "You son of a bitch! You are here to commit crimes and harm good people again, get out of here!"

"Taoist Wuna, stop meddling in your own business!" Someone in the Yuan army scolded.

Ning Yun didn't know who it was, and knelt down on the ground with sore hands and feet, thinking, finally, finally saved his life.