I'm the villain's mother.

About one spring many years later, Xiao Fengyu's wooden legs no longer bleed.

Master Ming Zhao suddenly fell into a coma.

Aoyun Peak was not in chaos, after all, Xiao Fengyu was the one who took care of Master Mingzhao's confinement for so many years.

It's just been a long time, even if all the remaining hair of Senior Passion Fruit fell out, it still couldn't wake him up.

At this time, Xiao Fengyu looked at his legs and made up his mind: "I'm going to Qingyin Pavilion."

Qing Hui looked at him suspiciously.

"Ao Yunfeng is still pointing at you for your master's current appearance. What's the matter with you now saying you want to go to Qingyin Pavilion?"

Xiao Fengyu lowered his head to look at Master Ming Zhao's increasingly pale face.

"Go find someone who can heal Master."

Before Passion Fruit turned the corner, Xiao Fengyu spoke to the little apprentice behind him.

"I'm going to Qingyin Pavilion, will you go with me?"

Chi Min shook his head, the expression on his face unchanged.

"Master, you can just go. I have a lot of homework recently, and I really can't get away."

Xiao Fengyu nodded: "Since you said so, I won't force you. It's just that you don't make a fool of me at the Fairy Gate Conference three months later."

Chi Min tucked his forehead: "I know Master."

Xiao Fengyu went away with his sword, and Passion Fruit murmured: "Could it be senior brother?"

Jing Shen could hear clearly, and his eyes seemed to twitch.

His thoughts became longer and longer, until he could clearly see the past 300 years ago.

Qinghui looked at Jingshen who was dazed beside her, reached out and patted her lightly.

"What's the matter? If you feel unwell, go back and rest earlier."

Jing Shen came back to his senses, and smiled apologetically at Qing Hui.

"Then I will trouble you brother here."

The same as when we first met, Jing Shen is still dressed in black, and still at the same pace as before, but the thoughts in his heart are indeed more elusive than then.

The hem of the skirt dragged to the floor, and finally lightly slid across the door. The mirror held his chest deeply, and the pace was even slower.

She went back to Wanyun Peak. There used to be a mountain of orchids, but now half of them are peonies.She walked slowly to the jacaranda tree that had been dead for many years, and stroked the dry trunk.

"If you were still here, the tree and the flowers wouldn't have withered to the point where they are now."

She didn't know who she was asking, it was Mu Wanwan who was sitting on the tree with him and eating roast chicken, or the real person Cuiwu who could bring back the dead grass and trees.

As if staying here was enough, she walked to the edge of the peony field again.

There was no flower hall or stone bench there. She just sat on the ridge of the field, watching the bees flying around among the flowers, with the light of nostalgia shining in her eyes.

"Fourth and fifth, these days go by so fast. The peony flowers were still young seedlings at that time, and they can bloom like this now. I should feel happy, but now I want to accompany me to open up flower fields. With this body left, I feel a sense of loss.”

Joy can't be happy, sadness can't be sad, this is Jingshen.

At that time, all the decisions seemed to be made according to the current situation. Her heart was as hard as iron, and she broke all ties.

But now the world is peaceful and the world is peaceful and clear, but she indulges in the past time and time again.

I also slowly realized the Tao that Cuiwu cultivated at that time.

It was she who went the wrong way, it was she who felt that loving all beings meant that she could not love the people around her, it was she who pushed them away, and it was she who became a stranger to outsiders.

When she broke away from the Tao of the predecessors, she discovered her own Tao.

It is nothing more than seven words: Tao is ruthless but affectionate.

It's just that she realized it too late.

It's just that she feels heavy.

It was so heavy that she couldn't bear it at all.

But in fact, things in the world are like this most of the time. Only when Qianfan is exhausted, do I suddenly look back and find that I have gone a long way, looking forward to life as if it was just the first time I saw it.

The sunset glow of Wanyun Peak covered the sky as it was then, and only the people in it were weeping.

It has been a month since Xiao Fengyu arrived at Qingyin Pavilion.

It is green everywhere, and there may be some broken walls and ruins in the fragrance of birds and flowers.

It had just rained when he arrived, and the flowers really seemed to be transformed into people in the hazy rain.It was not a smooth journey for him, his legs and feet were not convenient, and he had to avoid his feet, for fear of trampling Hua to death.

Fortunately, there seemed to be someone walking around here from time to time, leaving some room for him.

At the end of the road, there was only a simple hut standing among the flowers and plants. As he approached slowly, he could vaguely see that it was tidied up inside, as if someone lived here.

The lifelike wooden grasshopper under the eaves was turned over by the wind. Xiao Fengyu remembered that Meng Die had brought him one at that time, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

Someone came up behind him and patted his shoulder.

"On the way back, I felt that there were more personal footprints. Now that I saw you, I realized that this is not an illusion. Young man, it's rainy this season, it's not wise for you to come here."

The voice was familiar, and Xiao Fengyu almost shed tears.

"senior."

Without him saying a word, old man Meng already knew who he was.

"Come into the house, why are you here at this time?"

Xiao Fengyu was drenched all over and dared not enter the house. Old man Meng just smiled when he saw it, took two low stools and put them under the eaves.

"If you don't mind, just accompany me, an old man, to listen to the rain under the eaves."

Xiao Fengyu stretched out his hand to take it: "How dare you bother senior."

Old man Meng handed him the tea: "If you don't bother me, I've troubled you many times. You haven't said why you came here."

Xiao Fengyu took a sip of tea, feeling a little embarrassed: "To be honest, this time, my master Master Mingzhao was in a coma. It has been more than a month, and Senior Passion Fruit is helpless, so I just want to try my luck here .”

The old man shook his head: "You ran to the Qingyin Pavilion with such a purpose, how could you be trying your luck? The girl surnamed Liu gave you a letter."

Xiao Fengyu's mood sank: "It doesn't count. But why did you come to Qingyin Pavilion, Senior?"

The water droplets from the eaves were blown by the wind and rippled in the teacup hanging down by old man Meng.

"Die'er died here, I came here to find her."

Xiao Fengyu's mood moved.

"Have you found it?"

The voice trembled.

"No."

He clearly knew what answer he would get, but he still asked.

"However, I picked up quite a few spirits of plants and trees. They came here for Die'er, but now they don't want to leave because of them."

Speaking of this, Xiao Fengyu probably knew what old man Meng meant, so he smiled helplessly.

"Xiao knew what Senior meant, so he stopped bothering."

Seeing his quick farewell, old man Meng was taken aback: "I was just about to pack up and go to Taiyan Palace with you."

Xiao Fengyu did not leave for a while, nor did he stay.

Seeing his embarrassment, old man Meng laughed loudly: "You young people, you should live a more reckless life. Don't think you are empathetic, just listen to half of what people say. All right, I'll go and pack up, you Sit outside and wait for me."