Misty GL

500 years later

In the west hall of Shenxu Palace, a tall figure stood in the courtyard in front of the hall.

The trees are full of delicate peach blossoms, and a lotus flower slowly blooms in the clear pond, and the quiet fragrance permeates the air.

Xian A is startled slightly, looking up at the moon, the bright white moon is flowing like water,

She skimmed up to the peach tree branch, and saw the East Hall in the distance, it was pitch black, and her heart was empty.

"Has no one lived in the East Hall since the fall of the Moon God?" Xian'a swept down the peach tree and asked softly,

Two figures appeared from behind her, hesitated for a while, and said, "Never".

"It's been barren for a long time," Xian'a said softly, "send someone to clean it up."

There was silence behind him, obviously stunned.

"Don't you understand what I say?" Xian'a frowned slightly and said coldly.

"Yes, Lord," the two figures retreated respectfully.

Xian Ah raised her hand to caress her chest, feeling a dull pain from time to time,

She looked up at the moon, and there was a faint green light flickering between her foreheads, showing the imprint of a green lotus.

In front of Muxu Peak, Shuoming was pruning magnolia trees,

"Senior brother, come down and rest," Lin Dong said, carrying the basket.

Back then, they followed Shaoguang and rebelled against the Yuqing Mansion, and they did not hesitate to fight against the Four Emperors, just to protect Lianhui.

Betrayed the master and fought against the four emperors, there is no place for them in the three realms,

Only, Wanshen Mountain gives shelter.

"It's rare, I still have time to see me." Shuo Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead, took the basket, took out the food,

"Where are your daughter-in-law and children?"

Lin Dong smiled shyly, "Yan Cheng put the child to sleep, I thought you had been up the mountain for half a month, so I came to see you",

Lin Dong married Yan Cheng, a disciple of Wanshen Mountain 100 years ago, settled his family at the foot of Muxu Peak, and became a father not long ago.

"I have something to look at, but the honey juice made by your Yancheng, it's really good," Shuoming said with a smile,

"My naughty son, who makes Yan Cheng tired, really has no time to do it, otherwise, I will bring you a pot."

Shuoming waved his hands and said, "Don't tire her out, you, as a father, should also take good care of your mother and daughter",

Lin Dong glanced at him, and suddenly said,

"Senior brother, the exercises you practice should be to find a dual cultivation partner...".

Shuoming bowed his head and chuckled, "It's all about cultivating spiritual power in Wanshen Mountain all day long."

The two sat quietly under the magnolia tree for a long time.

For that person, it has long been a taboo for Wanshen Mountain to keep silent,

It has also become a hidden pain in their hearts that will never be touched.

"Is there any news about Elder Sister?" Lin Dong broke the silence and asked.

Shuoming shook his head, 500 years ago, after Shaoguang left Wanshen Mountain, there was no trace of him.

"Back when I betrayed the master and angered the Emperor Changsheng, the four royals couldn't tolerate me waiting, so I don't know what happened to the elder sister?",

Lin Dong sighed softly.

"Lin Dong, have you ever regretted it?" Shuo Ming turned his head to look at Lin Dong,

"I was the one who dragged you to the West Sea."

"I don't regret it," Lin Dong looked at Shuo Ming and smiled.

"Never regretted it".

After Lin Dong left, Shuo Ming drank the wine and took out a doll in Tsing Yi from his bosom.

There is a green lotus embroidered on it, and the word "Lian Hui" is written on it.

"500 years, I miss you", Shuo Ming raised his hand to cover his eyes,

The golden sunlight sprinkled from the cracks in the trees, and fell mottled on his worn fairy robe.

The purple awns flickered, and a stream of light fell on Muxu Peak.

Shuo Ming grasped the doll subconsciously, opened his eyes to look, and saw the majestic and heroic purple unicorn, with purple awns all over his body,

The person sitting on the back is wearing a silver shirt, with long hair hanging down, and cold eyes, looking straight.

Shuo Ming hastily put the puppet behind his back,

With sharp eyes, Xian Ah saw the lotus character embroidered on the puppet,

The latter word was held in the palm of Shuo Ming's palm.

Lian...xian's heart was empty, but she couldn't think of anything.

"Greetings to the Lord", Shuo Ming bowed and saluted,

Although it was the first time in 500 years that I saw Xian'a, after all, Shenxu Palace didn't treat them badly.

Xian'a nodded, got off Zi Yu's back, and approached slowly,

Dilapidated thatched cottages, swings full of fallen flowers, and old trees that are thick enough to hug each other,

Indistinct words are engraved on the rough bark, and delicate magnolia flowers are falling down.

"You took good care of this magnolia plant," Xian'a said softly.

Flicking the blurred handwriting with his fingertips, he frowned and meditated,

"I can't remember, it's been almost a thousand years, who moved here?".

Shuo Ming bowed, pinched the puppet firmly with his fingers, and responded with a choked voice.

Ziyu shook her head impatiently, Xian'a sat on its back, and slowly skimmed over Wanshen Mountain.

Since birth, Xian'a has been in Wanshen Mountain.

She always thought that she was familiar with every plant and tree in Wanshen Mountain,

But, now, it feels very strange.

For example, the dilapidated thatched huts, swings, magnolia tree in front of the court in Muxu Peak,

And the mottled and blurred writing on the tree.

Shenxu Palace, Muxu Peak, Goddess Tomb, Lingmiao Valley, Cangmu Forest,

It's like being pulled in the dark,

Like a road that has been traveled countless times,

Just walking one after another like this.

Ziyu obediently lay beside Xian'a, startling the birds and beasts in the Cangmu forest.

"Ziyu, you go back first", I vaguely remembered who seemed to be afraid of Ziyu, my heart ached,

Xian Afu was thinking, she was sitting on the grass, looking at the sunset,

The golden afterglow dyed the lake water and the silver shirt red.

Reluctantly, Zi Yu lowered her head and arched her hand, turning into a streak of purple electricity and disappearing into the sky.

There was a rustling sound in the forest, Xian Ah turned her head,

Then he saw a snow-white spirit deer coming out of the forest, looking timidly.

I don't know why, even though we met for the first time, there is a kind of intimacy in my heart,

Xian'a spread her hands and said softly, "Come".

Linglu's eyes were full of water, and he lay down beside Xian'a, watching the golden crow slowly sinking into the lake with her in the distance,

The sky is dark, with a new moon rising and stars.

Linglu got up, took two steps, and suddenly looked back at Xian'a,

Seeing that Xian'a was not moving, she kicked her feet a little anxiously, walked obediently to Xian'a's side, and arched her hand.

Sitting sideways on its back, Xian A saw it raise its head and let out a whistling sound mixed with joy and sorrow,

Turned into a streamer, shuttled between the mountains and forests.

Like a gust of wind in the mountains,

"Mountain wind", Xian'a's finger landed on Linglu's head,

The mountain wind trembled slightly, and let out a low whimper,

Running with the wind, little crystal tears fell down.

A drop landed on the back of Xian'a's hand.

Her heart was very empty, as if she had fallen into a cliff and couldn't touch the ground.

She could feel the sadness of the mountain wind, whispered,

"Who are you mourning for?".

The sound of the water gradually sounded, and the mountain wind stopped in front of the Shenmu stream,

Luoying floated across the treetops and stopped on the top of Shanfeng, sending out a low resonance.

Xian'a walked in front of the cliff, and saw the stars in the night,

The moonlight flows like water, the waterfall falls down the cliff,

The cyan stones on both sides were slapped, white foam was splashed, and the clear water vapor rushed towards the face.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Walking on the sacred tree that runs across the peaks on both sides, Xian'a's palms were curled up and then loosened,

Amidst the sound of running water, it seemed that someone was whispering.

Xian'a is sitting in the center of the sacred tree, with large clusters of fireflies passing by,

A little bit of fluorescent light illuminates her confused and sad face,

Raise your hand, brush past the fireflies, spread out, and gradually come together again...

Xian'a's fingers landed on the sacred tree, and her fingertips brushed against the rough bark,

With damp moisture, four words are faintly engraved,

Fiber..Ah.

"Lian...back..",

The fingertips trembled slightly, as if being burned by something,

curled up in the palm of your hand,

Tears flowed down the cold eyes.