Chapter 1142 The Dream of Spring Has No Trace, and the Fragrance of the Autumn Tent Is Empty

Chapter 1142 The spring dream is gone without a trace, the autumn tent is empty and the fragrance is left

"It seems that only this Yixiang Villa, the Yixiang Villa that has his breath, and the Yixiang Villa that has shared memories with him, can I... let my half-cold heart... have some real comfort !"

"Perhaps... you may not know... the origin of this 'fragrance'..." Yue Mingxin's words were a little bit lower, and it was unknown whether it was because of lack of vitality or because of Yue Mingxin's shyness, Zhang Xiaohua almost felt in her heart. You can see Yue Mingxin's veiled face, a little rosy...

"The dream of spring has no trace, and the fragrance of the autumn tent is empty"

Yue Mingxin muttered in her mouth, her face turned to the sky again, she almost lost control of her emotions, and said sadly: "Yang Lang, Yang Lang, when you and I were so in love, you read this poem and described it to me. Mei, why does the boudoir joy come to this? Such joy... Could it be... you don't miss it at all?"

"Even though, you have attained immortality and immortality, but...the immortality is bleak, without my company...can you live happily?"

"Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, every inch of blue silk is worried about the new year, looking at each other in the shape of the moon, only envious of mandarin ducks but not immortals!"

"Yang Lang, even ordinary people can understand the truth, why are you so obsessed... If... you and I were not seriously injured, how could I stop you like this, but... since the immortal way is beyond expectation, you and I And with such an evil fate...why can't you...for me...forget everything?"

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

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

"Huh, huh, huh" flickered for a while, and Yue Mingxin's primordial spirit projection gradually dimmed. At this time, Yue Mingxin raised his head and said in a weak tone: "Immortal, maybe it is my lifelong pursuit of cultivation!" Love, should also be a must for our generation of cultivators. Without love, what is the fun of becoming a fairy? Fellow Daoist, I have talked about it for a long time, but I made you laugh! Well, time is running out, as early as yesterday , Pindao received a message from Grand Master Xuankong, and at noon today, he was going to settle his grievances with Pindao in front of the Wuming Lake. It’s not bad for me, now that Pindao’s cultivation has regressed, most likely he’s not his opponent, so it’s needless to say whether today’s meeting is bad or good.”

"This wooden hairpin was carved by Pindao himself. It was originally intended for Yanglang to see when he returns, but now...friends from the Tao came here, but Yanglang still didn't come, and the projection of Pindao's primordial spirit is about to dissipate." , Yang Lang...I'm afraid he'll be dead long ago, fellow Taoist...whether you are a man or a woman, this wooden hairpin is left to you. Tell your lover the story of this wooden hairpin, so that he will cherish your love even more fate!"

"We meet once in ten years,

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

"The relationship between people is not only judged by time? If there is no fate, even if it has been ten thousand years... how can we meet each other? Alas... It is better to forget each other than to be in the rivers and lakes. Xiao Hua, Master Xiao... Your words... ...The concubine has to understand today..." Yue Mingxin murmured again suddenly, his eyes looked into the distance, and there was some nostalgia in his eyes.

"Xiao Hua? This...which one is it?" Zhang Xiaohua was slightly taken aback, he had never heard Huan Wuxin mention this name before.

"However, if it wasn't for Master Xiao, you... Even if your cultivation base is greatly reduced, you don't have to fall into the mortal love... It caused such a tragedy..." Yue Mingxin murmured a few words in a low voice, almost silently, and then He raised his head and said with a smile: "Okay, fellow Taoist...you know why Pindao called you fellow Taoist, your true energy is obviously different from my mind in Chuanxiang Teaching, so it's hard for you...after listening to the story of Pindao...for a long time... ...and...Dalin Temple...Xuankong...there is a problem...the poor Taoist..."

Hearing that Yue Mingxin later changed his tone and called himself a poor Taoist and a fellow Taoist, Zhang Xiaohua was taken aback for a moment. After hearing Yue Mingxin's words, she seemed to know that she was not a disciple of Chuanxiang Sect, but then... Yue Mingxin The projection of the primordial spirit gradually dimmed, without even saying the last sentence clearly, it just turned into dots of brilliance and dissipated between the heaven and the earth!

"Oh, Yue Mingxin, the founder of the Chuanxiang Sect, a figure at the pinnacle of immortality. But... as a woman... there is such a bleak and graceful love story! Mo Chou Nu, Yue Mingxin, which one is there? Is it the real 'Yue Mingxin'?" Seeing Yue Mingxin's Yuanshen projection disappearing into light and shadow, Zhang Xiaohua felt a little sad in her heart, and secretly said: "When the Yuanshen projection was left behind, Senior Yue didn't know that I The final result is that he was suppressed under the Frowning Tower, but he made a farewell plan! But it was a farewell, and he did not forget to leave a trace of memory for Senior Yang. I hope that Senior Yang can come and see it. Unfortunately, it has been tens of thousands of years... Senior Yang didn't know where he went, Senior Yue was suppressed under Mochou Lake, what was Senior Yang doing? Senior Yang didn't come, but I... came, this... the 'cause' of tens of thousands of years ago, became The current 'fruit', but this 'fruit' is not an ending, perhaps a wordless ending!"

"But... Senior Yue's last sentence... What do you mean? Is there a problem with Grand Master Xuankong of Dalin Temple? What's the problem?... It's all happened tens of thousands of years ago, and if there is a problem, it becomes no problem... ..."

"Sigh, this feeling is so unbearable, this feeling can be waited for, senior Yue, I remember the story of the senior, in fact...you may not know that the story of you as Mochou girl has long been circulated by the shore of Mochou Lake, countless literati Everyone is telling the story of Mo Chou 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 the predecessors tens of thousands of years ago... If you know this ... At the bottom of Mochou Lake, maybe you can rest in peace!"

While talking, Zhang Xiaohua looked at the wooden hairpin carved from ordinary peach wood on the table, feeling extremely precious in her heart, it was really more important than the real purple phoenix hairpin, she stretched out her hand, and put the four Putting the purple phoenix hairpins of different textures but exactly the same into the purse, Zhang Xiaohua has already begun to imagine how she will tell the story of the Mochou girl to Meng in the future, and how to insert the wooden hairpin on Meng's topknot with her own hands. How can I bite Meng's earlobe and tell her the poem "The spring dream is gone without a trace, and the autumn tent is empty and the fragrance is left"!

But... suddenly, he felt a shock in his heart: "Meng is the saint of the demonic way, and I am the alchemist of the immortal way. She bears the inheritance of the Tianlong sect and the demonic way, and I shoulder the great task of establishing the Beidou school! Isn't this... Senior Biyang?" The... differences with Senior Yue are even bigger? This...cause and effect made me travel thousands of miles from Pingyang City to Mochou City. Could it be that it was a warning to me? Could it be that...my heart palpitations in Pingyang City are because of... this……."

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

Turning around and going downstairs, Zhang Xiaohua stood in front of Yue Mingxin's portrait again. Although through the veil at this time, Zhang Xiaohua seemed to be able to see Yue Mingxin's face of anger and joy, as if she could see the frown that was troubled by love. I can see a little bit of joy in the eyes, and a little bit of cunning!

"Oh, that's all." Zhang Xiaohua bowed her body long, saluted deeply, and said to herself: "Senior Yue, if... if Meng is like you, with such longing, longing will be like a disaster, even if you give up some fairy way, kid, What's the harm in giving up some immortal qi refiners?"

"A person's life is only a few decades, and with the company of dreams, this life is not wasted. However, if the boy can help the Tianlong Sect find a Di Shitian, so that the Tianlong Sect's orthodoxy can be passed on, then... can the dream be with you?" The kid will be proud of the Jianghu together?"

"But...it won't work, Meng's daughter is going to be the saint of the Heavenly Dragon Sect... Well, I'm just wondering, how could the child of Di Shitian and the saint must be a daughter???"

The more Zhang Xiaohua thinks about it, the more annoyed she becomes. It seems that... she can only be with Meng except to go to the Tianlong Sect to be a poor Di Shitian, otherwise... there is no good way!

"God, since I was allowed to encounter a dream, why did I 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, as if the farther she was, the farther the moment of choice would be!

Previously, I had the idea of ​​going to Tianlong Cult to see the dream, but now I was completely killed by the urgency of the choice. Zhang Xiaohua even thought that if he saw Di Shitian, Di Shitian would let himself go to Tianlong Teach, what should I do?

In a few days, Zhang Xiaohua returned to Poyang Town again. Seeing Zhang Xiaohua's slightly gloomy expression, Li Jinfeng suppressed his extreme surprise, and did not ask Zhang Xiaohua why he "flyed" back to Poyang from the distant city of Mochou so quickly. Zhen, only slightly concerned: "Xiao Hua, is the matter over? Let's... we can go back!"

Zhang Xiaohua nodded silently.

Qu Zhigao's family regarded Zhang Xiaohua as a fairy teacher, so they were naturally panicked and dared not speak more.

In the few days before Zhang Xiaohua left, Qu Zhigao had already prepared everything he needed, even bought two carriages, and even hired a coachman to drive another carriage for him!

At this moment, seeing Zhang Xiaohua came back, she also left, so she hurriedly prepared the two carriages and invited Zhang Xiaohua to get on the carriage. , we have to come back when we get to the house, the poor way to drive this carriage by ourselves!"

Qu Zhigao stepped forward in a hurry, and said with an apologetic smile: "What the immortal master said, you... are the mentor of Gouzi, how can I let you drive the car? Absolutely not, absolutely not!"

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

But the groom next to him showed anxiety on his face, and hurriedly said: "This...young master, you...let the little one do the work, the little one...the whole family is waiting for this money As for the work, the three-point silver given by shopkeeper Qu has already been used to buy rice. If you drive a car, the small one will not go... The small one has no money to return to shopkeeper Qu, and the youngest family has a four-year-old child ...going to starve again!"

"This..." When Zhang Xiaohua heard this, she saw that the folds on the man's face were full of traces blown out by wind and frost, which was no different from her father's years ago. !

Immediately, Zhang Xiaohua seemed to realize something, and while laughing, she hid the moisture in her eyes, and said: "Young people don't know the feeling of sorrow, and they forcefully express sorrow in order to write new words. Now they have tasted all the sorrow, but they say it's a cool autumn! The ancients Sincerely don’t deceive me! Others are still bowing down for five buckets of rice, so what right do I have to express my sorrows in front of others! Uncle, please drive...the fare is doubled..."

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

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