Mo Wanyun was dressed in white mink fur, with a snow-filled shawl. He sat by the window, his feet hanging on the chair, his hands on his chin, his cheeks pale, and his bright eyes looked out the window at the snow and frost, and a cold plum in the corner.
Blooming quietly, with a refreshing fragrance.
The incense charcoal cauldron is heating up, and the elegant pavilion is filled with the aroma of books.
Mo Fanchen, the great scholar of the Holy Academy, was holding a book of sage rituals and a steaming cup of fragrant tea in front of him, and he was looking at it intently.
Mo Wanyun reached out to catch the snow and let it melt in her palms. She had never cared about the shape of snowflakes, but today, she thought about it carefully.
It has nothing to do with the wind.
It has nothing to do with snow either.
It's just a bit boring.
The cold wind blew gently, and snowflakes fell on her temples. She brushed them lightly with her fingertips, and the snowflakes swayed in the wind.
"It turns out that the snow scenery in Qingping Mountain is also extremely beautiful."
Mo Wanyun thought so in her heart.
But she always felt that there was something missing in this silver-covered world. She looked at the peach blossom forest under the peach blossom peak. In the vast white snow scene, the roof of the small courtyard was also covered with frost dust, as if it was isolated from the world.
Same thing.
Finally, Mo Wanyun waited until a young figure returning from the snow appeared on the long path. Her eyes suddenly became bright and bright. She opened the window and wanted to ride on it, but she was afraid of disturbing those who were concentrating on reading.
Grandpa, so she stood up quietly and stretched her head out of the window.
In Mo Wanyun's eyes, the bearskin jacket Gu Yusheng was wearing looked a bit bulky, and it also restricted his feet and arms when he walked. The young man's appearance in the wind and snow was not windy, but rather simple and honest.
Occasionally, wisps of snowflakes fell from the bent bamboo joints and sprinkled on the top of his head. Mo Wanyun would want to cover his mouth and snicker, with his pink cheeks slightly red.
Mo Wanyun seemed to think this was not good, and raised her sleeves to cover her face, but she had always been carefree and had never shown her girlish attitude in front of the young man.
The girl's mental difficulty was so great that she silently clenched her fists and muttered without any reason: "Such a good bearskin coat, if you don't know how to cherish it, I'll beat him up when I have time."
Mo Wanyun imagined the scene when he beat Gu Yusheng, with a arrogant smile on his face again. At this time, Mo Daru's graying hair stuck out from the window across the hall, holding a book in one hand and gently tapping on Mo Wanyun's face.
on the head.
"Wan Yun, I asked you to read a book, so why did you start a errand again?"
Mo Wanyun pursed his lips.
"Grandpa, I have something to study."
Mo Fanchen stood with his hands behind his back, standing behind the threshold and looking at the winter plum.
"Then you carry it back and I'll listen."
Mo Wanyun collected his thoughts and said silently: "The cold plum grows in a secluded courtyard. It blooms alone when no one appreciates it. A gentleman cultivates morality and cultivates virtue. It is not a matter of poverty and ambition..."
Mo Fanchen twisted his beard and listened for a while, then asked: "Wanyun, do you know the simple truth in this sage's book?"
Mo Wanyun nodded, a little confused, and said with rare humility: "Grandpa, I didn't understand in the past, but I may understand a little more now."
Mo Fanchen said meaningfully: "Wanyun, you don't have to look at that kid by the window every day, let alone feel that he is suffering from injustice and neglect from Qingyun Sect. Many things have two sides. This road of life
, Cultivation depends on oneself, and a temporary detour may not mean that you really cannot see the scenery on the road. Grandpa knows that the boy from Taohualin saved your life. You must be wondering why I, the grandfather, didn't express any words at all.
Don't be anxious, the most difficult thing for a person to repay in this life is a favor. From now on, you must practice more."
Mo Fanchen turned around, took out a baggage from the bookshelf and placed it on the tea table.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ
"There is a Bodhi fruit obtained from Xianhuzhou inside. This thing is extremely precious and will be very helpful to your practice. Don't waste it easily."
Mo Wanyun's eyes lit up.
"Grandpa, I accept it."
"Go and practice, don't disturb my study. Your father Hongyan sent a letter yesterday, asking about your practice. If you miss your practice at Qingping Mountain, you have to return to the Holy Academy early..."
Mo Wanyun's eyes were like jade and he nodded silently.
"Grandpa, I will work hard to practice."
Peach Blossom Forest.
Small courtyard.
The light of a candle is slightly yellow.
The frost and snow outside the window are miserable.
Gu Yusheng sat alone at the wooden table, counting the things given by the sect in the bag, including several practice notebooks, which recorded the cultivation experience from the Yuan Fei to the Bone Forging Realm. Gu Yusheng read them carefully for a while.
, felt that the content recorded in these handbooks was of great help to him, especially the details of daily practice, which were explained in detail, making up for the things he neglected in daily practice.
He is not a disciple of the Six Peaks. He is usually taught by elders and mentors, so he can only practice on his own.
Now that he has these notes, he can be more focused on his daily practice and allocate his time more rationally.
After reading several letters, Gu Yusheng twisted the wick in his hand and breathed out silently.
Although he went to the Hall of Things today and did not find out how many sect contribution points he had, he was very satisfied with the rewards the sect gave him in the last trial in the Demon Hunting Forest. Although these handbooks are not cultivation secrets,
But it is as precious as a secret book of spiritual practice. After all, the path of spiritual practice depends on the individual, and few people are willing to share the path they have traveled with others.
Thinking of this, Gu Yusheng was secretly grateful to the seniors of the sect who compiled this manuscript.
Since he entered the Qingyun Sect, his cultivation has been like walking blindly on the rough sea. Now, the cultivation experience in these notebooks has allowed him to find a light guiding the direction in the darkness.
Gu Yusheng stood up and stared out the window at the bamboo forest bent by frost and snow. He secretly said in his heart: "Gu Yusheng, you must cherish everything you get. Don't let yourself down and don't let time down."
Next to the handbook, there are two boxes. Each box contains dozens of medicinal materials. They are not precious, but they have been prepared. They can be used to bathe and refine oneself and expel the dusty air from the body. It does not directly help practice, but
It can have a refreshing effect.
Gu Yusheng didn't pay much attention. He practiced in the cold cave every day, and these medicinal materials were of little help to him.
Picking up another box, there are several spiritual fruits placed in the box. These spiritual fruits can also have the effect of cutting marrow from the Book of Changes. They can be exchanged for sect contribution points in the Palace of Things.
Gu Yusheng put them into the wine gourd one by one.
When he was about to put the last one in, he was slightly startled.
"What is this fruit?"
Gu Yusheng picked up a dark red fruit, put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it. The refreshing aroma shocked him.
"smell good!"
Gu Yusheng always felt that he had seen this fruit somewhere before, and couldn't remember it for a while.
Tuk-tuk-tuk!
At this moment.
In the frost and snow, there was a sound of knocking on the door in the small courtyard.
Gu Yusheng opened the door. Under the weak candlelight, Mo Wan Yunshuang's beautiful white figure stood behind the door, holding an oil-paper umbrella.
"Miss Mo? There's so much snow outside, why are you here?"
Gu Yusheng was a little surprised.
Subconsciously, he reached out and grabbed Mo Wanyun's wrist, turned around and walked into the house.
"Come in quickly, the snow is melting on you, it's very cold."
Gu Yusheng walked a few steps and found that his hands were resisting. Then he realized something and stopped under the eaves. Under the candlelight, Mo Wanyun was staring at him with a pair of eyes. He couldn't tell whether it was anger or something else.
"That, Miss Mo, I forgot."
Gu Yusheng quickly withdrew his hand and scratched his head honestly.
"This is no longer a place to hide in a cave."
"snort."
Mo Wanyun hung the oil-paper umbrella on the wall and stepped on Gu Yusheng's instep as hard as before.
"I was passing by and came here to see if you were frozen into a wild bear today."