"When combing your body today, remember the routes of spiritual power flowing in the meridians. During this period, I will keep combing your body. You should also find time to write these things down yourself. Cultivation requires diligent study and practice.
It is something that people need to spend a long, long time to focus on and work hard on. This is fighting against fate. Without that perseverance, they will just die silently in the long river of time. No one will even remember him..."
After talking a lot about this and that, Cheng Muyan came back to his senses and found that the people in front of him were in a daze. He sighed in his heart and said as pleasantly as possible: "However, most ordinary people do not have the qualifications to climb to the top to usher in the ascension and lead the ladder to heaven.
They died for one reason or another. Some were hard-working, had bad luck, and had poor qualifications and regretted it for the rest of their lives. Some died because of various temptations and gave up halfway. Those who can ascend are basically those who are one in a million, or they are very lucky.
, either have good talents, or have some of both but are dedicated and hardworking enough. Of course, the most enviable thing is that they are lucky and have outstanding qualifications. People are also particularly able to endure loneliness and keep their true intentions, so
, you have to think about the path you want to take in advance."
"Once you make a decision, you must work hard for this goal. No matter when it comes, no matter what decision you make, you must think carefully in your heart whether I will regret it."
At this point, Cheng Muyan didn't say any more, she just rubbed Qingjiu's hair, patted his shoulder, stood up and prepared to go to bed.
Qingjiu watched the tall and slender figure of the woman slowly go away, touched her chest, pursed her lips and was speechless. She just felt that the little girl was farther away from him than ever before.
From the first words Cheng Muyan spoke, Qing Jiu felt as if a stone was pressing down on her heart, as heavy as a stone. After listening to a sentence, her chest felt even more stagnant, and she didn't know why, but she felt a little uneasy in her heart, as if
It's like something is destined to happen.
When Qing Huan woke up after a good night's sleep, he also felt a severe stagnation and pain in his chest. The heavy and oppressive feeling in his dream had always been shrouded in his heart, but when he wanted to recall the scene in the dream, it seemed to be covered with a layer of pain.
It was like fog. I couldn't see or hear clearly. I couldn't even remember what it was like inside. I didn't know if there were any people, male or female, old or young.
Rubbing his forehead and holding his head, Qing Huan began to try hard to recall the scene in his dream. He remembered... there seemed to be peach blossoms in the dream?
Qing Huan lifted the quilt and got out of bed and walked outside the side hall. He had a strange intuition that the peach blossom forest in the dream must be in Yanyan's palace. Following the direction of the peach blossom forest, Qing Huan had a solemn face.
He walked forward with long strides, frowning, and even couldn't wait to run the second half of the way.
It must be here. Qing Huan recalled those precious memories carefully and repeatedly. He came out of the peach blossom forest and looked back when he came out. It must be right here!
There were two peach blossom trees on the left side of the path, which were very close to each other, but far away from the tree on the right. Because of the distance, he paid special attention to them, and remembered that this was the scene in his sporadic dreams.
Qing Huan looked at the two closely dependent peach trees on the left side of the path in front of her, and the peach tree on the right that was far away in disgust. For some reason, her eyes became particularly sour. She blinked hard to suppress the tears in her eyes.
After going down, I unconsciously walked towards the path, turned to the left, and after walking about ten steps, my vision suddenly opened up.
In the middle is a small open space of about ten square meters, which is paved with clean bluestone slabs. On the stone slabs, a high-top table and two rocking chairs are placed. Surrounding the small open space, there are regular trees between them.
I set up two hammocks that looked comfortable. The hammocks were covered with neat little blankets, which were so fluffy that I wanted to touch them and lie down.
Qing Huan covered her forehead and leaned against the trunk of a peach tree next to her. Her head felt like it was exploding in pain. The things in this dream were like squeezing out toothpaste. She remembered something when she saw it, but couldn't remember anything else.
, there was only the little girl's crisp and tender voice in the blurred background, and the scene of a white and tender little hand reaching out to ask for melon seeds, but what was said could not be heard clearly.
Is it a kiss or a kiss? Or is it a kiss?
Of course Qing Huan would not misremember his little girl, that was Yanyan, Cheng Muyan!
But who is sitting with her, peeling melon seeds, setting up a hammock for her, and serving her everywhere?
Recalling what the woman in the palace said, Qing Huan's pain-filled eyes dimmed for a moment, as if the light of faith in her heart was suddenly extinguished.
Standing up slowly, Qing Huan lowered her head silently and thought about these things, searching for answers in fragmented memories.
However, there are indeed very few things that can be remembered. Apart from Qing Huan knowing that the person was not herself, she didn't know anything else. So, was it Qing Jiu or He Tingwei?
Looking up at the falling peach blossoms, Qing Huan turned around and headed towards the palace. He didn't remember, didn't see, didn't know, it didn't matter, there was always someone who knew. Since the lunatic knew about Qing Jiu and He Tingwei, then he must be interested in these two.
It's something I'm very familiar with personally.
Qing Huan was almost going crazy with jealousy, but Cheng Muyan felt confused.
After grabbing Tu Qiansu and Lan Wenqian and jumping down from the entrance of the ruins, Cheng Muyan lost consciousness under the huge impact.
When she woke up again, Cheng Muyan realized that she might...become shorter???
Looking at the long-legged and waist-high table in front of her, and then at her slightly baby-fat little paws and the childish yet cute little tiger Budou in front of her, Cheng Muyan understood now that she was playing tricks again.
I looked around, and sure enough, Tu Qiansu and Lan Wenqian were gone again.
Looking at the extremely precious tributes placed on the high table, and then raising his neck to look above, he saw that the ancestors with stern faces were hung in rows on the wall, looking a little superior.
This is... the day before she gets the inheritance mark?
Cheng Muyan: "???"
Inheritance is so important, why didn't she burn incense, bathe, fast for three days, and instead came here the day before Chenggong?
Cheng Muyan thought about it and couldn't remember why, but she must have inherited it later, so what is she going to do now?
Hesitantly raised his little paw and glanced at the ancestors with serious faces. Cheng Muyan tilted his head and secretly bleated, pressing his little paw on a piece of sacrificial jade cake on the table. He was a little hungry, so he had better eat first.