Chapter 132: Plum Blossom Xu Plum Blossom, He Misses Her Also
It's midwinter, and Cangshan Mountain is covered with snow.
The entire Jingting Mountain stands like a pair of snow-covered lovers in the sea of clouds.
The top of the sea of clouds, the foot of the mountain of books.
Wearing neon clothes, Mo Wanyun looked as graceful as a giant dragon. Her slender figure stood at the end of the wind and snow corridor, her temples dyed with frost and snow, her long black hair, and her bun full of snowflakes.
Her eyes were as bright as stars, looking at another mountain at the end of the sea of clouds.
The beautiful figure stood there for a long time and sighed quietly: "I never get tired of looking at each other, only Jingting Mountain, but unfortunately that one is not Qingping Mountain."
Mo Wanyun stretched out her hand, and snowflakes fell on her hand one by one. She walked to the other side of the corridor and stopped in front of the blooming winter plum.
Her fingertips got closer to the blooming winter plum, and finally stopped when they were still a little away from the plum blossom.
She thought of distant places, that peach blossom forest and that small peak, where plum blossoms had also bloomed.
Snowflakes fell from the corners of my eyes, making me confused a little bit.
In a daze, she thought of the thin boy, the Gu Yusheng who grew taller and older year by year in her memory, with clear eyes.
Not knowing which event in his memory was awakened, the corners of Mo Wanyun's mouth raised slightly.
She actually wanted to pick a plum blossom as a reminder of winter.
Unfortunately, the plum blossoms in front of me are from Jingting Mountain, not from Qingping Mountain.
Just when she felt a little regretful, a bird appeared from the sea of clouds. Its figure was huge, as if falling from the sky, and the strong wind whipped up by its wings blew the snowflakes around Mo Wanyun's body.
She couldn't help but cover her face with her hands, with a little surprise in her eyes.
She had never seen such a strange bird.
It's just too fast.
In the blink of an eye, the bird was perched on the wintersweet tree in front of her.
Mo Wanyun was secretly on guard.
But I saw it suddenly spread its wings and blew out a strange strong wind from its beak. I saw something falling in the strong wind.
Mo Wanyun had condensed her energy on her fingertips. When her eyes swept over the object in the strong wind, her body trembled.
Snap.
The ice cube wrapped in a plum blossom fell into Mo Wanyun's palm.
Ice cubes are refreshing to the bone.
The frozen plum blossoms inside bloomed extremely brilliantly!
She could even smell the fragrance of plum blossoms.
Mo Wanyun's hand held the piece of ice tightly, fearing that it would melt and that her own temperature would not dissolve the plum blossom.
In the snow.
She stared for a long time, looking at it, with a charming smile on her lips, and two drops of crystal tears quietly fell on the ice in her palm. The hot tears melted the ice, and the plum blossom was in her jade hand.
At this time, the bird flapped its wings impatiently and wanted to fly away.
"etc!"
Mo Wanyun shouted softly, and she picked a plum blossom and handed it to the bird, with a pious and pleading look on her face.
"Can you bring it to him for me?"
"This is the plum blossom of Jingting Mountain."
The blue bird with the blood of ancient spiritual birds tilted its head and stared at the plum blossoms in the hands of the girl in white. It has thousands of years of wisdom, and with a pair of huge wings, it has jumped over countless mountains. In its eyes, humans are as tiny as ants.
.
Only it does not understand human thoughts.
He gave her a plum blossom.
She gave him another plum blossom.
Fly thousands of miles away.
Isn’t it good to look at your own plum blossoms?
The blue bird doesn't understand.
But it was hard to refuse the girl in front of him.
Her tears were like pearls.
I have to fly back anyway.
The bluebird holds a plum blossom in its beak and flutters its wings high again.
"Thanks."
Mo Wanyun was holding plum blossoms in his hands, sitting in front of the porch, leaning on the railing.
The flying snow in the eyes is not as good as the plum blossoms, which are lowered and smelled.
The sound of footsteps disrupted Mo Wanyun's thoughts.
She quietly hid the plum blossom deeply, turned around and walked to the corridor, only to see a great scholar from the Holy Academy Shushan walking slowly, followed by dozens of Shushan disciples.
As soon as these Shushan disciples landed on the ground, they spread out and surrounded the entire Fengxueting.
In the crowd, Mo Wanyun saw his father, Mo Xiaoxiang, smiling apologetically at Master Shushan, who looked solemn. There was hidden worry in that smile, and his eyes kept hinting at something to Mo Wanyun.
Mo Wan Yun stepped forward and stopped, neither humble nor arrogant: "Wan Yun pays homage to Master Jiao Yu, you masters, the seniors of the Holy Academy."
"Wanyun pays homage to father."
Mo Wanyun turned around and was filled with happiness and grace.
Yin Shen, the eunuch of the Holy Academy, had a hint of impatience in his expression. Seeing that Mo Wanyun was generous in giving gifts and extremely decent in etiquette, he reluctantly suppressed his emotions and said, "Miss Mo, since you are already at the foot of the Book Mountain, why have you not entered the holy world for so long?
Hospital? Has your grandfather ever returned?"
Mo Wanyun's eyes showed a little sadness and he shook his head slightly.
One of the oracles was impatient and said directly: "What about the books from the Holy Court? Have you ever brought them back?"
Mo Wanyun took out a small book box and handed it over.
"My grandfather copied this."
Several oracles, academic officers, and instructors hurried forward and surrounded the book box, each using different correction methods to inspect them one by one.
Jiaoyu Yin Shen frowned and said: "Qiu Zhangyu, Si Zhangyu, please send these books to the Holy Court as soon as possible."
"yes."
Two oracles, together with more than a dozen disciples from the Holy Academy, escorted the book box and flew into the sky. Their formation was like flying geese, and they were extremely cautious.
Mo Wanyun's father, Mo Xiaoxiang, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But before he could calm down, he heard Yin Shen ask: "Miss Mo, are there still hundreds of books passed down by saints?"
"I have no idea."
Mo Wanyun shook his head.
"It should be on grandpa."
"snort!"
The oracle just now snorted coldly: "Mo Wanyun, are you pretending to be confused, or you really don't know that your grandfather took the Book of Saints to the Demon City and defected to the Demon Saint!"
Mo Wanyun's delicate body trembled, and her clear eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of mist, with a look of disbelief on her face: "No, no, my grandfather wouldn't do that."
"Haha, the disciples of Shushan have seen this matter with their own eyes, can it be false? We are here today just to verify this matter. If you can hand over all the saint's books, there is still room for maneuver. If
No, your Mo family will be punished for treason!"
Mo Wanyun couldn't help but take a step back, biting her teeth lightly. She glanced at her father, but she saw that Mo Xiaoxiang was so shocked that cold sweat was dripping from his forehead. He had lost his calm a long time ago and said urgently: "Daughter, hurry up, take the rest."
Take out the book."
"Father……"
Mo Wanyun felt like she was struck by lightning, and couldn't say a word for a while. She originally wanted to explain the attack, but when she saw the panicked face, she didn't even have the heart to explain.
Because she understands.
This is a game.
A situation far beyond what she can currently solve.
Suddenly.
She recalled her encounter with the muddy boy at the foot of Qingping Mountain that year.
She originally thought that after spending three years with Gu Yusheng, she would be able to empathize with him.
But now.
Only then did she understand.
The suffering in this world.
It's impossible to empathize with it at all.
So many years.
He has been persevering in pain and moving forward.
In despair, Mo Wanyun thought of that face engraved with incomparable clarity and that pair of incomparably clear eyes.
Just like Gu Yusheng, Mo Wanyun bowed his hands, neither humble nor overbearing.
"Master, Wan Yun is willing to enter the Book Mountain and receive the saint's precepts for three years. He is willing to enter the sea of learning, cross the boundless boat, and retrieve the saint's book to prove his clear intention and give me justice and my grandfather.
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"Wanyun, you are crazy!" Mo Xiaoxiang looked panicked, "You are a woman, how can you receive the training of a saint, how can you cross the sea of learning!"
Mo Wanyun remained silent.
But her gaze was extremely firm.
Yin Shen stood with his hands behind his back and said coldly: "For thousands of years, no one has crossed the sea of learning, no one has been able to receive the precepts of the saints, let alone three years, even three days, no one can persevere.
, Mo Wanyun, have you really thought about it?"
Mo Wanyun saluted again and remained silent.
But everyone present could feel her determination.
Yin Shen fluttered his sleeves and turned forward, his figure floating in the air.
"Follow me back to the Holy Academy and ask the dean to give you an edict. It won't be too late for the university to make a decision."
…
Qingping Mountain.
Originally, all the elders and disciples were prepared for the long winter.
However, in recent days, the cold air in Qingping Mountain has quietly faded away, and the spring breeze at the foot of Qingping Mountain has arrived nearly a month earlier than in previous years.
Tiangong Peak.
Almost all the central officials of Qingping Mountain’s mountain protection formation are located here.
Deep in the depths of restrictions.
Ancient bronze mirrors glow with light of different colors, reflecting on the Bagua mirror on the dome.
Xuanjizi was sitting cross-legged under the Bagua Mirror, holding the leader's order, and was constantly controlling the mountain-protecting formation.
A transmission note floated in from outside.
Xuanjizi took the transmission note, pondered for a moment, and with a wave of his hand, opened a path to the formation channel. After a while, He Hongnian from Luochen Peak walked slowly over.
"Senior Brother Head."
"Junior sister, have you found the whereabouts of Senior Brother Wenzong?"
He Hongnian shook his head slightly, but still said words of relief: "I have sent more than ten elders to take charge of this matter. Once the whereabouts of senior brother Wenzong are found, the order will be sent back to the sect immediately."
Xuanjizi was silent.
He glanced at He Hongnian, who was standing there, staring at the bronze mirrors around him, "Junior sister, is there anything else you can do?"
"Senior brother, before the Qingyun Sect Competition, I made a promise to Gu Yusheng, allowing him to use the Heavenly Monitoring Mirror to check the events of that year. Several months have passed since the Qingyun Sect Competition. I originally asked him to go down the mountain with a mission. He will be back soon.
If he doesn’t come, it’s hard to refuse him again if he comes back.” He Hong said this and didn’t go into details.
Xuanjizi stood up and paced back and forth in the center of the formation. After a moment, he said: "Junior Sister, I just deleted the content in the Sky Monitoring Mirror back then."
"What!"
He Hongnian looked stunned.
"Senior brother, you...sigh."
He Hongnian kept twisting the sandalwood beads.
"I really don't understand that you are willing to spend your whole life to reshape the Qingyun Sect and finally let the disciples of Liufeng regain their former ambitions. For this reason, you are not willing to offend the Four Swords Sect and make enemies in all directions. Since you have given everything you have
They are all entrusted to the next generation, so why are you so ruthless when facing Gu Yusheng and criticize him endlessly?"
He Hongnian, who had always been kind, gradually showed an evil look on his face.
"Senior Brother, you know very well that if that sword had not been there, Gu Yusheng would not have appeared at Qingyun Sect, let alone stay for a moment in Qingyun Sect. The persistence in his heart is nothing more than wanting to prove himself.
Qing, he is not doing it for himself, he just wants to prove that his father is not wrong as a son, why don't you even give him this opportunity?"
"Junior sister, I thought you understood everything I did."
Xuanjizi's expression was indifferent, and the depths of his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.
He Hongnian suddenly broke the sandalwood Buddha rope, and the beads fell to the ground. Her eyes were filled with sadness.
"Senior brother, I can understand you in everything, but I can't understand this one thing. If the most filial piety in the world is wrong, then the whole world is wrong!"
Xuanjizi also had a crazy look on his face: "Hahaha, is there anyone in this world who is right? If he continues to make mistakes, he can survive for the rest of his life. If nothing else, then I would rather keep making mistakes, for fear that one day, he will be able to survive for the rest of his life.
If you set foot in that restricted area, you are seeking death without even knowing it!"