I'm the villain's mother.

Chapter 274 Time 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 old man Meng smiled and shook the sapphire in his hand.The sapphire that was clear in the past is three points more colorful when I look at it today.

"This is?" Mu Wanwan paused. "Wind Whisper is back?"

Mr. Meng nodded: "Although he suffered some injuries, he survived and got his things back."

Mu Wanwan was about to get out of bed, but was stopped by Mr. Meng.

"What is this for? Take care of yourself first, and then go to see him. He got some opportunities this trip, and you won't be able to see him if you go now."

Mu Wanwan sat back down again.

"This sapphire upper body, my old man should go down the mountain."

Mu Wanwan looked at old man Meng: "Are you in such a hurry?"

Old Man 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: "You are right."

Mr. Meng took one last look at Mu Wanwan: "Young friend Mu, I've lived for so long. I don't know if I'll see you again. I just hope that next time I meet you, you don't have black hair."

The sapphire in her hand was warm and moist, and Mu Wanwan held it tightly in her hand.

Finally let go.

Slowly tied the sapphire to the belt around his waist.

She looked at Song Zhujun at the side: "Okay, now I can go out as I please."

Song Zhujun waved his hand: "Go, go."

Mu Wanwan got up and put on a sable fur, stepped on the thick snow and faced the bone-piercing wind, and went up to the Qianyin Hall.

The top of Yinyun Peak is covered with snow all the year round, and Qianyin Hall is located under the snow.

That is the burial place of the disciples of the Taiyan Palace after death. In the past, when the strong wind swept through, there would often be a whimper.But now, with the densely packed coffin inside, the wind can't get out.

The biting wind was like a knife, blowing on Mu Wanwan's exposed face.

In the shattered snow and ice, Mu Wanwan saw a light like a bean in front of her eyes.

The figure in front of her was tall and straight like a pine tree, and Mu Wanwan was very familiar with it, knowing that she was disturbing the atmosphere by opening her mouth at this time, but she still opened her mouth.

"I heard from Grandpa Meng that you had a chance and were stopped when you wanted to visit you, but I didn't expect to see you here."

Xiao Fengyu said lightly: "It is true that I got some chances, so my uncle let me go to the secret realm to clean up. I thought I missed my master's funeral, so I came to see it, and it was also the last journey to see my master. "

Mu Wanwan didn't answer, Xiao Fengyu continued: "It's just that I didn't expect so many juniors and younger sisters to die on the land of Qingyin Pavilion. Even if there are only their clothes in the coffin, I feel heartbroken just looking at them." shock."

Mu Wanwan changed the topic: "Qingxiu, how long will it take?"

Xiao Fengyu pondered for a moment: "If it is fast, it will be decades, if it is slow, it will be hundreds of years."

Mu Wanwan smiled: "That's a coincidence, the next time I come out, I will directly wipe out Xiao Feng."

Xiao Fengyu's eyes dimmed for a moment, Mu Wanwan just pretended not to see it.

"What is Junior Sister doing here now?"

Mu Wanwan looked at the largest coffin and couldn't help but say: "Come and see Master. Speaking of Master's funeral that day, I lost my temper and didn't come. Now thinking about it, I feel guilty."

Xiao Fengyu nodded: "So that's the case. Do you want to continue?"

Mu Wanwan nodded.

Xiao Fengyu turned around leisurely: "Then senior brother will not accompany you."

The wind and snow separated people's shadows, and Mu Wanwan only heard Xiao Fengyu ask her: "Junior Sister, Senior Brother is really dead, right?"

Mu Wanwan turned her head, but Xiao Fengyu was nowhere to be seen.

That sentence seemed to be her hallucination, she let out a long sigh.

Yes, why not?
Feng Yuan, whom he regarded as his senior brother and flaunted as Feng Ruo, has indeed died.

Mu Wanwan stood for a long time, until her face felt a little numb from the cold, and then she slowly moved.

The snow on the eyelashes fell with the blink of an eye, and Mu Wanwan exhaled a breath of hot air, and walked slowly down the mountain.

Time passed quietly step by step, and when he looked back again, Gaotang Mingjing's sad and white hair was like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening.

For 200 years, it has been as calm as water.

The days without Feng Yuan are not so difficult, as long as you walk according to the routine of Taiyan Palace every day, you won't have time to think about him.

At least Mu Wanwan thought so.

After all, she only occasionally goes to Liuyun Peak with the sword in the early morning, and in the evening when she returns to Wanyun Peak under the sunset glow, she only thinks of Feng Yuan.

Looking at the red clouds in the sky, Mu Wanwan walked back to the house faster.

From a long distance, she saw Jing Shen standing under the sky full of red clouds, with mottled temples.

It is true that the monk's face is always there, but that is after the transformation into a god.

Jingshen's obsession is hard to get rid of, and in recent years he has gradually shown a bit of aging.

Similar to her are Cuiwu real person and Huimu real person.

On the contrary, Daoist Qinghui and Master Mingzhao looked younger by their contrast.

"Master."

Jing Shen turned his head slowly, looked at Mu Wanwan, and only smiled after a long time.

"Late night."

Mu Wanwan went over to grab Jingshen's arm: "What did Master do at Wanyun Peak today?"

Jing smiled deeply and talked with Mu Wanwan about all kinds of things during the day, while Mu Wanwan listened very carefully.

Along with Jingshen's white hair came slowness in action and thought, Mu Wanwan only felt sad.

In the final analysis, cultivating immortals is a battle with the sky. Some people have no worries in their hearts. If they win the battle, they will live forever;

"Today I pulled out the orchids in the south, and I was thinking of planting some peonies. There is only one kind of flower in this flower garden, which is still a bit monotonous. I can't think of the scene in the middle of the mountain peony and half mountain orchid, but with the company of peony, the orchids will not Will be lonely."

Jing Shen's words slowly broke into Mu Wanwan's thoughts, Mu Wanwan looked at Jing Shen's side face, and said with a smile: "Then I will take leave with the master tomorrow, and be with the master, okay?"

Jing Shen nodded, and then exclaimed again: "I just realized that Miss Song sent you a letter, and I put it on your desk."

Mu Wanwan nodded: "Okay, I'll go back and watch in a while. Master, do you want to go back and rest now?"

Jing Shen shook his head: "I don't want to rest, so I will chat with Master every night."

Mu Wanwan smiled and helped Jingshen into the room.

The candlelight lit up the room, and Mu Wanwan listened to Jingshen talking about her youth, as if she could really see a heroic heroine from those descriptions.

As she spoke, her voice gradually weakened, Mu Wanwan stopped listening to the mirror, and then said, "Master, I also want to ask you a question."

Jing Shen didn't reply, Mu Wanwan said to herself: "Over the years, have you ever regretted saving me for a moment?"

After she finished speaking, she looked at Jingshen's sleeping face, then smiled, and slowly tucked up the quilt for Jingshen, just like Jingshen did for her every time at that time.

Over the years, she has suffered from illnesses, gone crazy, and even hurt Jingshen when she was controlled by evil spirits. She wants to know the answer.

But he only dared to ask cryptically in such a late night, when Jing was deeply asleep.

It seems to be asking Jingshen, but also like asking himself.

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