Chapter 1142: Spring Dream Leaves No Trace, Autumn Tent Leaves Fragrance

Chapter 1,142 The spring dream has left no trace, and the autumn tent is empty with fragrance

"It seems that only this Villa, the Villa with his scent, the Villa with memories shared with him, can I... be able to give my lukewarm heart... some real comfort. !”

"Perhaps...you may not know...the origin of this 'remaining fragrance'..." Yue Mingxin's words were a little lower. I don't know whether it was due to lack of energy or because of Yue Mingxin's shyness. Zhang Xiaohua almost felt like this in her heart. You can see Yue Mingxin's veiled face, a little rosy...

"There is no trace of the spring dream, and the fragrance is left in the autumn tent."

Yue Mingxin murmured in her mouth, her face turned to the sky again, she almost lost control of her emotions, and said sadly: "Yang Lang, Yang Lang, there was a time when you and I were so loving. You read this poem and described it to me. Eyebrow, why is the joy of the boudoir so happy...doesn't it mean that you don't miss it at all?"

"Even though you have achieved immortality and immortality,... the immortality is bleak. Without my company... can you live happily?"

"The sky is covered with frost over the ten-mile flat lake, and every inch of blue hair is worried about the past. Looking at each other in the shape of the moon, we only envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals!"

"Yang Lang, even ordinary people can understand the truth. Why do you...why are you so stubborn...If...you and I were not seriously injured, how could I stop you like this? But...since the immortal way is unpredictable, you and I With such a bad fate... why can't you... put aside everything for me? "

"Perhaps this emotion is a concern for women, whether they are village women or fairies, but for men, it is just a burden and an experience...Yang Lang..."

Yue Mingxin's voice is no longer as clear and crisp as before, it is already full of sadness... the sound of sobbing gradually begins...

"Hua Hua Hua" flashed for a while, and the projection of Yue Mingxin's soul gradually dimmed. At this time, Yue Mingxin raised her head and said in a weak tone: "Immortal, maybe it is the lifelong pursuit of our cultivators." , Love should also be a necessity for cultivators of our generation. Without love, what kind of fun would it be to become an immortal? My fellow Taoist, I have been talking for a long time, but it makes you laugh! Okay, there is not much time left, as early as yesterday , Pindao accepted the summons from Master Xuankong, and today at noon, he was going to settle his grudges with Pindao in front of the Wuming Lake. Pindao knew that Pindao had caused trouble at Dalin Temple last time, and that Master Xuankong was practicing He is not inferior to us in the first place, but now that the poor Taoist has regressed, he is probably no match for him. There is no need to say whether today’s meeting will be bad or good (crazy look: hand beating).”

"This wooden hairpin was carved by Pindao himself. It was originally meant to be reserved for Yang Lang to see when he returns, but now...fellow Taoist came here, Yang Lang still didn't come, and Pindao's soul projection is about to dissipate. , Yanglang... I'm afraid he will have fallen long ago, fellow Taoist... No matter you are a boy or a girl, this wooden hairpin will be left to you. Tell the story of this wooden hairpin to your lover, so that he will cherish you more. fate!"

"Ten years of practice lead to a reunion.

After a hundred years of cultivation, we can cross in the same boat, and after a thousand years of cultivation, we can sleep together on the same pillow..."

"The relationship between people is not only judged by time? If there is no fate, even if it takes ten thousand years...how can we see each other once? Alas...it is better to forget each other in the world, Xiao Hua, Master Xiao...your words... ...I have to understand today..." Yue Mingxin suddenly murmured again, looking into the distance with some nostalgia in her eyes.

"Xiao Hua? Who is this...?" Zhang Xiaohua was slightly stunned. He had never heard Huan Wuxin mention this name before.

"But, if it weren't for you, Master Xiao... Even if my cultivation level is greatly reduced, I wouldn't have to fall into mortal love... and cause such a tragedy..." Yue Mingxin murmured a few words in a low voice, almost silently, and then He raised his head and smiled and said: "Okay, fellow Taoist...you know why Pindao calls you fellow Taoist. Your true energy is obviously different from my way of teaching incense, and it's hard for you... After listening to Pindao's story...for a long time... ...and...Dalin Temple...Xuankong...there is a problem...Pindao is here..."

Zhang Xiaohua was stunned when she heard that Yue Mingxin later called herself a Taoist friend. After listening to Yue Mingxin's words, she seemed to have known for a long time that she was not a disciple of the Incense Sect, but then... Yue Mingxin's The projection of the soul gradually dimmed, and without even saying the last sentence clearly, it turned into a ball of brilliance and dissipated between heaven and earth!

"Oh, Yue Mingxin, the founder of Chuanxiang Sect, a figure at the pinnacle of immortality. But... as a woman... she has such a sad and graceful love story! Which one is the real one, Mochou Nu or Yue Mingxin? Where is Yue Mingxin's 'Yue Mingxin'?" Zhang Xiaohua felt a little sad when she saw Yue Mingxin's soul projection disappearing into light and shadow, and said to herself: "When the soul projection was left behind, Senior Yue didn't know his ending. He was suppressed under the frowning tower, but he made plans to say goodbye! But even as he said goodbye, he did not forget to leave a trace of memories for Senior Yang. I hope Senior Yang can come and see him, but it is a pity that it has been tens of thousands of years... Senior Yang! I don’t know where I went. Senior Yue was suppressed under Lake Mochou. What was Senior Yang doing? Senior Yang didn’t come, but I...came. This...the 'cause' of tens of thousands of years ago has become the present. The 'result', but this 'result' is not an ending, perhaps a silent ending!"

"But... what does Senior Yue's last sentence... mean? Is there something wrong with Master Xuankong of Dalin Temple? What's the problem?... It happened tens of thousands of years ago, and there is no problem anymore... "

"Alas, this feeling is unbearable, this feeling is worth waiting for, Senior Yue, I remember the story of my senior. In fact... you may not know that the story of you as a Mochou girl has long been circulated by the Mochou Lake, and countless literati Everyone is reciting the story of Mochou Nu... Although... the story is different from what you said... but... the world's pursuit of perfection and love is no different from that of our predecessors tens of thousands of years ago... If you knew this ...Maybe I can rest in peace at the bottom of Mochou Lake!"

While talking, Zhang Xiaohua looked at the wooden hairpin carved from ordinary peach wood placed on the table. She felt extremely precious in her heart. It was really more important than the real purple phoenix hairpin. She stretched out her hand and took the four Putting the purple phoenix hairpin with different textures but exactly the same into the money bag, Zhang Xiaohua had already begun to imagine how she would tell the story of Mochou Girl to Meng in the future, and how she would insert the wooden hairpin into Meng's bun with her own hands. , how I bit Meng's earlobe and told her the poem "The spring dream has left no trace, and the autumn tent is empty with fragrance"!

But...suddenly, something stirred in his heart: "Meng is the saint of the demonic path, and I am the immortal qigong practitioner. She carries the inheritance of the demonic path of the Tianlong Sect, and I shoulder the great cause of the establishment of the Beidou Sect! Isn't this... senior Biyang? Is there a bigger difference with Senior Yue? Is it because of cause and effect that I traveled all the way from Pingyang City to Mochou City to give me a warning? Could it be that... my heart palpitations in Pingyang City were because of... this……"

For a moment, Zhang Xiaohua was sweating profusely, as if she felt dominated by an invisible hand!

Turning around and going downstairs, Zhang Xiaohua stood in front of Yue Mingxin's portrait again. Although she was separated by a veil, Zhang Xiaohua seemed to be able to see Yue Mingxin's face that was both angry and happy, and she seemed to be able to see the frown trapped by love, and she seemed to be still. You can see a little joy and a little cunning in the eyes!

"Alas, that's all." Zhang Xiaohua arched her body, bowed deeply, and said to herself: "Senior Yue, if... if Meng is like you, missing you so much, missing you so much, even if you give up on some immortal way, What’s the harm in giving up some immortal qi cultivators?”

"A person's life lasts only a few decades, and if he is accompanied by a dream, his life will not be wasted. However, if we can help Tianlong Sect find Emperor Shitian so that the Tianlong Sect's orthodoxy can be passed on, then... can Meng be able to follow the boy? Let’s be proud together?”

"But...it won't work. Meng's daughter will be a saint of the Tianlong Sect...Oh, I am confused, how is it possible that the child of Emperor Shitian and the saint must be a daughter???"

The more Zhang Xiaohua thought about it, the more troubled she became. It seemed that... she had to go to the Tianlong Sect to be a laborer, Emperor Shitian, in order to be with Meng. Otherwise, there was simply... no good way!

"God, since you let me encounter dreams, why did you let me make such a choice?"

Zhang Xiaohua took one last look at Yue Mingxin's portrait, jumped up, and flew towards Poyang Town like an arrow, as if she wanted to escape from Mochou City. It seemed that the farther away she was, the further away the moment of choice would be!

Previously, he had thought of going to Tianlong Sect to see the dream, but at this time, he was completely stifled by the urgency of making a choice. Zhang Xiaohua even thought about it. If he saw Emperor Shitian, Emperor Shitian would let him go to Tianlong. Teach, what should I do?

Within a few days, Zhang Xiaohua returned to Poyang Town. Seeing Zhang Xiaohua's slightly gloomy expression, Li Jinfeng suppressed his extreme surprise and did not ask Zhang Xiaohua how he "flew" back to Poyang from the distant Mochou City so quickly. Zhen, only said with a faint concern: "Xiaohua, is the matter settled? We... can go back!"

Zhang Xiaohua nodded silently.

Qu Zhigao's family regarded Zhang Xiaohua as an immortal master, so they were naturally panicked and did not dare to say anything.

In the few days since Zhang Xiaohua left, Qu Zhigao had prepared all the necessary things, even bought two carriages, and even hired a coachman to help him drive another carriage!

Seeing Zhang Xiaohua come back and leave at this time, he quickly prepared the two carriages and asked Zhang Xiaohua to get on the carriage. Zhang Xiaohua looked at it and said in a low voice: "There is no need for the coachman. He has come all the way. Let me make a trip." , we have to come back when we get there, I just have to drive this carriage myself!"

Qu Zhigao was so frightened that he hurried forward and said with an apologetic smile: "Master Immortal said this, you... are Quanzi's mentor, how can I let you drive the car? No way, no way!"

"What's wrong?" Zhang Xiaohua's face became stern and she said, "I've done a lot before, don't worry... I won't be worse than you!"

But the horseman driving the carriage next to him showed anxiety on his face, and said quickly: "This... young master, you... just let the younger one do the work, the younger one... the whole family is waiting for this money. As for life, I have already used the three-cent deposit given by Shopkeeper Qu to buy rice. If you are driving a train, I won’t go... I don’t have the money to return it to Shopkeeper Qu, and the four-year-old child at home ...I’m going to be hungry again!”

"This..." When Zhang Xiaohua heard this, she looked at the folds on the man's face, which were all stained by the wind and frost. They were no different from her father a few years ago. She felt sour in her heart and was about to shed tears. !

Immediately, Zhang Xiaohua seemed to realize something. While laughing, she hid the moisture in her eyes and said: "Young people don't know the feeling of sorrow, so they talk about it in order to compose new poems. Now they have tasted the taste of sorrow, but they say that the cold weather has made autumn! The ancients Don’t be deceived! How can I express my sorrow in front of others when others are still struggling for five buckets of rice! Uncle, please drive... The fare is double for poor people..."

"Yes, thank you, Master!" The man was overjoyed, with a smile on his face!

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[… Chapter 1142: Spring dream leaves no trace, autumn tent leaves fragrance]

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