I'm the villain's own mother
Chapter 274 Time Like Water
Chapter 274 Time is like water
Mu Wanwan raised her eyes, and it was Mr. Meng who came in.
"Grandpa Meng is back!" Mu Wanwan looked at Song Zhujun with a smile and said this.
But Mr. Meng smiled and shook the sapphire in his hand. The sapphire that used to be clear in the past was a little more colorful today.
"What is this?" Mu Wanwan paused. "Fengyu is back?"
Mr. Meng nodded: "Although I suffered some injuries, I managed to save my life and got my things back."
Mu Wanwan was about to get out of bed, but was stopped by Mr. Meng.
"What is this doing? You should take good care of yourself first, and then go see him. He got some opportunities during this trip, but you won't be able to see him now."
Mu Wanwan sat back down again.
"With this sapphire upper body, it's time for my old man to come down the mountain."
Mu Wanwan looked at Old Meng: "Are you in such a hurry?"
Mr. Meng smiled: "It's not too urgent. I've been on this mountain for two months. Die'er hasn't seen grandpa for two months. I think she should be angry."
Mu Wanwan nodded: "That's what you said."
Mr. Meng gave Mu Wanwan one last look: "Little friend Mu, I have lived for so long. I don't know if I will have a chance to see you again. I just hope that next time we meet, little friend will not have black hair."
The sapphire in her hand was warm and moist, and Mu Wanwan held it tightly in her hand.
Finally he let go.
Slowly tied the sapphire to the ribbon around his waist.
She looked at Song Zhujun beside her: "Okay, now I can go out as I please."
Song Zhujun waved his hand: "Go ahead, go ahead."
Mu Wanwan got up, put on her mink fur, and walked up to the Qianyin Palace through the thick snow and the bone-piercing wind.
The top of Hidden Cloud Peak is covered with snow all year round, and Qianyin Hall is located under the snow.
It was the burial place for the disciples of Taiyan Palace after their death. In the past, strong winds would blow through, and they would often let out a whimper. But now, the coffins inside are so densely packed that even the wind cannot get through.
The biting wind was like a knife, blowing against Mu Wanwan's exposed face.
In the broken snow and ice, Mu Wanwan saw a light like a bean in front of her eyes.
The figure in front of him was as tall and straight as a pine tree. Mu Wanwan was very familiar with it. He knew clearly that speaking at this time would disturb the atmosphere, but he still opened his mouth.
"I heard from Grandpa Meng that you had an opportunity. I wanted to visit you but was stopped, but I didn't expect to see you here."
Xiao Fengyu said calmly: "I did get some opportunities, so my uncle asked me to go into the secret realm to practice cultivation. I thought that I would not be able to catch up with my master's funeral, so I came over to have a look, which can be regarded as sending my master on his last journey.
"
Mu Wanwan did not answer, and Xiao Fengyu continued: "It's just that I didn't expect that so many junior brothers and sisters would die on the land of Qingyin Pavilion. Even if there are only their clothes and clothes in the coffin, I feel sad when I look at it.
shock."
Mu Wanwan changed the subject: "How long will it take to repair the Qing Dynasty?"
Xiao Fengyu pondered for a moment: "If it goes quickly, it will take a few decades, if it takes a long time, it will take a few hundred years."
Mu Wanwan smiled: "What a coincidence, next time I come out I will directly kill Xiao Fengyuan."
Xiao Fengyu's eyes dimmed for a moment, and Mu Wanwan just pretended not to see it.
"Junior sister, what are you doing here now?"
Mu Wanwan looked at the largest coffin and couldn't help but say: "Let's see our master. Speaking of which, I lost my temper and didn't come to the master's funeral. I feel guilty just thinking about it now."
Xiao Fengyu nodded: "That's it. Junior sister, do you want to continue?"
Mu Wanwan nodded.
Xiao Fengyu turned around leisurely: "Then senior brother will not accompany you anymore."
The wind and snow separated the shadows of people, and Mu Wanwan only heard Xiao Fengyu asking her: "Junior sister, senior brother is really dead, right?"
Mu Wanwan turned her head and saw Xiao Fengyu's figure there.
That sentence seemed to be her hallucination, and she let out a long sigh.
Yes, why is it wrong?
Feng Yuan, whom he regarded as his senior brother, was indeed dead.
Mu Wanwan stood for a long time, until her face felt a little numb from the cold, and then she moved slowly.
The snow on her eyelashes fell with a blink of an eye. Mu Wanwan exhaled a breath of hot breath and walked slowly down the mountain.
Time passes quietly in this step. When I look back, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow.
For two hundred years, it has been as clear and quiet as water.
The life without Fengyuan is not that difficult. As long as you follow Taiyan Palace's schedule every day, you won't have time to miss him.
At least that's what Mu Wanwan thought.
After all, she only occasionally went to Liuyun Peak with her sword in the early morning, and when she returned to Wanyun Peak under the sunset, she would think of Fengyuan.
Looking at the red clouds on the horizon, Mu Wanwan walked back to the house faster.
From a distance, she saw Jing Shen, who was standing under the red clouds in the sky, with stained temples.
It is true that a monk's appearance is permanent, but that happens after he transforms into a god.
Jing Shen's obsession is hard to get rid of, and in recent years, he has slowly shown his age.
Similar to her are Cuiwu Zhenren and Huimu Zhenren.
On the contrary, Taoist Qinghui and Master Mingzhao looked younger and younger under their shadow.
"Master."
Jing Shen slowly turned his head and looked at Mu Wanwan, then smiled after a long time.
"Wanwan."
Mu Wanwan went over and hugged Jing Shen's arm: "What did master do at Wanyun Peak today?"
Jing Shen smiled and talked to Mu Wanwan about various things during the day, and Mu Wanwan listened attentively.
Along with Jing Shen's white hair came slowness in movement and thinking, and Mu Wanwan only felt sad.
In the final analysis, cultivating immortality is a struggle with heaven. Some people have no worries, and if they win the fight, they will live forever; some people have hard-to-eliminate obsessions, and if they lose the fight, they will just wait to perish.
"Today I pulled out the orchids in the south and thought about planting some peonies. There is only one kind of flower in this flower bed, which is a bit monotonous after all. Peonies on the mountain and orchids on the mountain. I can't imagine what the scene is like, but with the company of peonies, the orchids will be different.
You will be lonely."
Jing Shen's words slowly broke into Mu Wanwan's thoughts. Mu Wanwan looked at Jing Shen's profile and said with a smile: "Then I will ask for leave from my uncle tomorrow and be with the master, okay?"
Jing Shen nodded, and then exclaimed: "I just thought that Miss Song sent you a letter, and I put it on your table."
Mu Wanwan nodded: "Okay, I'll go back and take a look soon. Master, do you want to go back and rest now?"
Jing Shen shook his head: "If you don't want to rest, I will chat with Master every night."
Mu Wanwan smiled and helped Jingshen into the house.
Candlelight lit up the room, and Mu Wanwan listened to Jing Shen talking about things from her youth, and it seemed that she could really see a heroic heroine from those descriptions.
As his voice faded as he spoke, Mu Wanwan stopped listening to the mirror and said, "Master, I also want to ask you a question."
Jing Shen didn't reply, and Mu Wanwan said to herself: "Have you ever regretted saving me in all these years?"
After she finished speaking, she looked at Jing Shen's sleeping face, then smiled, and slowly tucked Jing Shen into the quilt, just like Jing Shen did for her every time.
Over the years, she had gotten sick, gone crazy, and even injured Jing Shen when she was controlled by evil spirits. She wanted to know this answer.
But he only dared to ask vaguely in such a late night, when Jing Shen was asleep.
It's like asking Jing Shen, but also like asking yourself.
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