It’s autumn again, all the flowers are withered, only the chrysanthemums are blooming
Freehand Pavilion, a hundred chrysanthemums blooming, flowers blooming, a scene of splendor
Yao Zhihan and Ming Yue are similar in age, and since they are both girls, they are familiar with each other.
Two girls are in a sea of chrysanthemums, holding long swords, playing with the chrysanthemums, sometimes jumping up, sometimes falling back, enjoying themselves in this blooming season.
"Sister Yue, take the move!" Yao Zhihan said happily
"Sister Zhihan, we came here secretly. This is the forbidden area of the leader and the young master. If we are discovered,"
"I'm not afraid!" Yao Zhihan said proudly, and as she spoke, she picked up another purple chrysanthemum, and suddenly the sky was full of petals. Since her family was destroyed, she had been running around to avoid Xiang Fu's pursuit, and she had been homeless. She hadn't been so happy for a long time.
Mo Yang was holding a white chrysanthemum and quietly admiring this scene from a distance. The beautiful blooming years, but they were all imprisoned, annihilated by survival and hatred.
Ming Yue turned around and saw the man in black robes in the distance. She immediately withdrew her smile and put on serious respect. She flew to Mo Yang and said with a slight panic: "See the leader and ask the leader for punishment..."
Upon seeing this, Yao Zhihan immediately came to Mo Yang, interrupted Ming Yue's words, and said: "I destroyed the flower, if you want to punish me, punish me!"
Mo Yang didn't say anything, looking at the remaining chrysanthemums in the distance. She had been the same way before. After a long time, she said calmly: "The chrysanthemums will still be in full bloom next year, so why care about this year? But the most beautiful flower season in life can't be restored once it's gone.
Returned"
Mingyue and Yao Zhihan were confused when they heard this, but they also vaguely knew that there was no intention to punish them.
"If you like this place, come here often" Mo Yang said and turned to leave.
Ming Yue looked at the distant black figure, originally thinking that the leader was just a mysterious strange doctor, but when she learned that he was learning how to use poison in the thatched cottage, she thought that she was the most skilled person in using poison in the sect, and she couldn't help but look down upon his behavior.
Later, she realized that she was wrong. In just a few months, she had already mastered the use of poison with weird techniques. Now she should be even better than the leader, whether he used poison or took over the position of leader.
Wisdom is simply terrifying
Yao Zhihan also looked at the black figure, thoughtfully, the best flower season is gone and will never come back? There is an implicit sense of pity, it has been a long time since I have felt such warmth, what kind of person is he?