Time flies very fast. In a blink of an eye, dusk is approaching, the sky is getting darker, the last bloody sun on the horizon dyes the clouds red, the lanterns in the valley are starting to turn on, the market that has been busy all day gradually disperses, and every household is tidying up.
The fragrant smell of corn kernels that have been drying for a day has come from the kitchen, making people salivate. In the square, there are only a few children playing and playing with each other, and some ascetic immortals sitting cross-legged on the roof.
Those who danced their swords in the sky took advantage of the sun and moon to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and cultivate themselves.
Mo Lingxue slept all afternoon. She just woke up from her dream and found that it was already dark. She was a little surprised for a moment. She originally planned to take a flower petal bath in the afternoon. When she went to see Brother Feng in the evening, she would have a scent on her body.
, but now, there is only more than an hour left before the "appointment in the back mountain", how can we make it in time? Besides, where are the fresh petals to collect now?
"Oh my gosh~ Why am I so sleepy~ If I really become Brother Feng's apprentice, how can I serve Brother Feng well in the future..." Mo Lingxue sat on the bed, covering her hands with the quilt, pouting her little mouth, shaking her head.
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"Hey...forget it, just take a cold bath..."
Mo Lingxue sighed, looked at the sandalwood bathtub on one side, waved her hand casually, facing the light of the candle, and saw the spiritual energy in the air around her suddenly gathering. Above the bathtub, the air continued to fluctuate, and gradually, colorless air began to appear.
As time goes by, the white mist becomes more and more abundant. In just one breath, the white mist has gathered into a large group, and it is constantly surging, like the sea of clouds above the mountain!
A minute later, along with the sound of clear water flowing, a column of water suddenly poured out of the white mist mass, and most of the bucket of water was instantly poured into the bathtub. Spiritual energy turned into water, and the saint's method, by mastering the Kuishui Heavenly Way between heaven and earth, directly
By liquefying the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and turning it into the purest water in the world, Mo Lingxue used this method to sense the way of water and transform water out of thin air.
This move is Mo Lingxue's unique skill, but now it is used for bathing. Hey, it is really overkill!
But Mo Lingxue didn't care about the spiritual energy turning into water. She just took off her plain clothes under the quilt. She originally thought that the beauty was about to appear naked in front of everyone! Unexpectedly, with a whoosh, there was only a light and shadow,
With a splash, Mo Damei's graceful figure fell into the bucket before she could see clearly! Only her flawless white shoulders were left immersed in the water, floating up and down, and her undulating breasts were half-covered by the water.
Lu, looking back at the charm in her smile, she is just like the Goddess of Luo descending to earth, enchanting and stunning! How can such a beautiful woman not bathe with lust and lust! How can she not make people think about it!
Next, ahem, I won’t describe it here, leaving you with a space for fantasy, hehe...
The bright moon is in the sky, it is already Xu hour, and there is no one in the valley. Every household has closed its doors and windows. Only in the sky, there are monks from time to time, driving the stream of light across the sky, leaving behind a curtain of light. On the snow viewing pavilion on the back mountain
, a lonely figure has been waiting quietly in the pavilion under the moonlight. The white moonlight shines on the maple red robe, which is slightly dim, revealing a trace of sadness.
In the pavilion, on the table that Murong Feng used to gather energy with his magic power, there was placed an exquisite glass jade bottle and two small wine glasses. However, he was holding his hands on his back and looking at the bright moon in the sky. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he was so quiet.
Stand still, let the moonlight shine on your body, let the breeze blow over your cheeks.
A bright moon, a pavilion, a clear shadow, a glass of turbid wine...
There is only one beauty left, and I hope to wait for you for the rest of my life...
"Brother Feng..." Suddenly, a cold voice sounded from behind, breaking the long-silent night sky.
"You're here..." Murong Feng said calmly without turning around, still maintaining the same posture as before.
Mo Lingxue squatted slightly on her knees, saluted, and hummed softly.
"Sit down." Murong Feng slowly turned around and looked at the flower-like beauty in front of him, but he just smiled faintly.
"How's the moonlight tonight?"
Mo Lingxue lowered her head, not daring to look at Murong Feng's face. She silently walked to the railing and sat down. She kept tying knots with her hands. She had not seen each other for more than ten years, so some embarrassment was naturally unavoidable. At the moment, although she was using
I tried my best to suppress it, but my heart was still pounding. Now, I was afraid that I couldn't hold it back and that fair face would turn into a tomato in an instant. That would be too embarrassing.
"Moonlight..." Mo Lingxue muttered these two words softly, apparently unable to react for a while.
"Ah? The moonlight..." Mo Lingxue suddenly raised her head, subconsciously wanting to see the moon in the sky. Unexpectedly, as soon as she raised her head, Murong Feng's handsome face suddenly came into view!
"The moonlight... is very beautiful... I really hope to see the moonlight like this every day..."
The moonlight is beautiful, Brother Feng, is also very beautiful... I hope to see this kind of moonlight every day, and even more, I hope to see Brother Feng's face every day...
"Since ancient times, the moonlight night has never been constant, and the human world is impermanent. Although the moonlight is beautiful, it also waxes and wanes. Although life is good, it also has joys and sorrows. However, it is impossible to see the eternally beautiful moonlight every day..." Murong Feng's wide sleeves are light.
Throw it away and sigh.
At this moment, Mo Lingxue suddenly came back to her senses. Although she stared at Brother Feng for more than ten seconds, she couldn't see her face clearly because her back was to the light. She quickly replied: "Brother Feng said so much."
It makes sense, the moonlight is like life, everything cannot be perfect, there will always be joys and sorrows, ups and downs, and in this case, why pursue perfection? It is better to know each other, share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away, and laugh at the sky than to fall in love with each other.
, share the same concerns and look at the world indifferently."
Mo Lingxue gently raised her head, looked at the person she loved in front of her, smiled slightly, and said: "Brother Feng, do you know that I have met, walked, read, and fallen in love with you, and I have raised my head and moved forward, but you are nowhere to be seen.
I hope that when I look back, you are here..."
When Murong Feng heard Mo Lingxue's words, he chuckled, and he gently sat on the railing, close to Mo Lingxue, and said lightly: "Xiaoxue, do you know, miss, miss, miss, commemorate, turn around
From now on, I will only be lonely, with my mind recalling the carefree place, and I will think..."
Murong Feng shook his head. He had never been able to recite poems, but now he was reciting poems without thinking. His words were filled with absolute sadness and absolute loss.
I have met, passed by, thought about, and fallen in love with you. I look up and move forward, but there is no trace of you. I hope that when I look back, you are there...
Missing, missing, missing, commemorating, turning around, only my loneliness remains, remembering the cool place in my heart, I miss...
Mo Lingxue's love for Murong Feng was like passing by. The grace of saving her life back then, the love at first sight back then, she missed and fell in love with him later, and it was very crazy. But when she looked up and missed her, Brother Feng was...
Always absent. Just like in life, there are always joys and sorrows. Now, I just hope that when I look back, I can see the familiar face of Brother Feng. This is enough.
But in Murong Feng's heart, he deeply loved Xue'er and Yuchi Xue from back then. Although they had the same name as "Snow", how could they compare with Mo Lingxue? There was no day or night that he didn't miss and long for her.
Life and death are dependent on each other. The yin and yang were separated in the past. Later, I missed and remembered, but after turning around, when I missed Xueer, she was no longer there. Just like the moonlight, it always waxes and wanes. Now, I can only recall the cool days in those days.
I miss her in my heart, and this is enough.
Mo Lingxue looked at Brother Feng beside her, and her heart had already flown into his arms. For more than ten years, aren't you the moonlit night that you have been looking forward to?
"Brother Feng's words are filled with sadness and loneliness. I don't know why?"
Mo Lingxue asked tentatively. She had always known that the origin of Brother Feng in front of her was not simple. However, from childhood to adulthood, Brother Feng had never told her for so many years. Does he have a wife? Does he have a lover? Or
, does he have a woman he likes? I don’t know anything about this.
Perhaps, it is better not to know than to know. After all, wouldn’t it be good to keep such yearning forever?
Murong Feng turned around and said: "Nothing happened, it's just what happened back then, it doesn't matter..."
"What happened back then? It's trivial..." Mo Lingxue muttered to herself. What is trivial? It's because Brother Feng doesn't want to say it. If I ask again...
"Brother Feng, I heard that you can go to heaven if you reach the level of Xuanxian, but I'm a saint, why can't I go to heaven?" Mo Lingxue dismissed the random thoughts in her mind. The only thing she knows now is that Brother Feng comes from heaven.
, hurry up and go to heaven, that’s the business.
"Heaven? What's so good about heaven? It's not as good as the freedom on earth!" Murong Feng snorted coldly.
"But the master said that the heavenly world has dense spiritual energy, beautiful scenery, and many heavenly and earthly materials and treasures, which are helpful for cultivating immortality and enlightenment, and... Xiaoxue has never been there, so she wants to see..." Mo Lingxue whispered
, as if he was afraid that Brother Feng would disapprove.
"Heaven... Haha, Xiaoxue, are you willing to worship me as your teacher?" Murong Feng turned his head and looked at Mo Lingxue beside him. There was a faint green light flowing in his eyes. Under the moonlight, Zhang Jun
The face, with a slight smile, is as poetic as picturesque, as if intoxicated.
"I...I am willing..." Mo Lingxue looked at Brother Feng, her eyes motionless. How many days and nights has this face and this smile been what she has been looking forward to? At this moment, she only felt a tremor in her heart.
All the magic that suppressed my heart was lost, and when I got excited, I couldn't speak fully.
At this moment, Mo Lingxue suddenly felt a pair of warm and comfortable big hands holding her own. Her whole body felt soft and ecstasy. For a moment, she felt like the world was spinning and she was in a daze. She just stretched out her hand blankly.
, cooperate without restriction, feel the heat radiating from his hands, feel the warmth in his heart, Brother Feng, it seems that in this life, he is destined to languish for his lover...
"Come, today the wind is light and the clouds are light, and the moonlight is soft and beautiful. How about we use this moonlight as a matchmaker to prove the friendship between you and me as master and disciple?" As he said this, Murong Feng had already stood up, holding Lianren's hand,
It was so carefree and casual, as if everything was as it should be.
"Well..." Mo Lingxue responded softly. At this moment, she was no longer herself at all. Whatever Brother Feng said, it was whatever she said.