The years in the mountains are long, the green bamboo is deep, and the yellow leaves are lush. The mountains and forests are beautiful and clean, and in a cloud of smoke, along the moss-covered paths all the way deep, the sound of birdsong is surging all over the mountains. From time to time, there are deep and shallow leaves floating on the shoulders on the top of the head, in the hair, gently brushed, swaggering, swaying, falling down. And when I looked up, I saw the green fields all over the place, the towering trees, and the attic I wanted to find was still in the middle of nowhere.

Mochizuki climbed the mountain and was upset, and said to his subordinates, "Recuperating from injuries so far, Lingyin is planning to ask about becoming an immortal?" ”

A group of subordinates quietly rushed to the mountain road, but no one answered, and when they looked up, they saw the woman in the green shadow, bright as light.

This is the twenty-one-year-old saint Mochizuki.

She wore a purple shirt and plain skirt, her long hair was combed into a moon bun, and her forehead was covered with dripping emerald ornaments, which was black and dense, and delicate. Standing on the mountain path, the woman has a slender figure, narrow shoulders, and the simplicity of the children of the rivers and lakes in her dress, and the delicacy of a woman. Her face is like jade, her eyes are as bright as ice peck, and she is accustomed to smiling.

The Holy Maiden Mochizuki is really a woman as bright as a flower, such a beautiful woman, but she can't get the man she thought of. It's also fate.

That year, it was the master of the Water Hall who had a mistake in practicing martial arts, so he moved to a back mountain of the Holy Sect to recuperate. After the saint was busy with the matter in hand, she made a special trip to send condolences and inquire about the physical condition of the master of the water hall.

In this mountain called "Bishan", in the attic of the mountain villa hidden in it, Mochizuki met the young man named Yamahide for the first time.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the water is clear and the mountains are beautiful.

Thinking about it carefully, Yang Qing's pseudonym also stems from this.

The subordinate went to inform the master of the water hall, and the holy woman Mochizuki saw that a side hall in the attic was not closed, so she walked over. She stood in the doorway, and the sunlight was shining from the other side of the window, allowing her to see the young man sitting in the sunlight. Perhaps it was because the light at that time was too bright and dazzling, and Mochizuki squinted, only to see a large cloud of bright white light and shadow, and the young man sat like a pine.

He sat at the desk and wrote, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and a pile of books in front of him.

He wore a mask and a black garment inlaid with gold thread. In the streamer, Mochizuki saw the golden dark lines on his sleeves, the dark lines were up, and the hand he held was slender and beautiful. The mask covered his face, but it couldn't cover his elegant and noble temperament.

As soon as I had a silhouette, I thought it looked good.

Mochizuki stood at the door, and only then did he look at the dazzling sunlight, and the young man who was sitting there writing put down his pen, stood up, walked over, and saluted her.

Mochizuki saw this time that the black and gold clothes lined his figure was also graceful and elegant, and he was beautiful and gorgeous.

He has always known that Lingyin, the master of the water hall, likes to collect beautiful men, but Mochizuki has always stayed away from it. She feels that Lingyin meat and vegetarian food are not taboo, and the beautiful men she collects often only have skin and no connotation. Such a man can't stand up to admiration at all. The holy woman Mochizuki often looks away without interest after just one glance.

But this time, before the masked young man who came over had seen his face, Mochizuki was amazed by his figure and temperament.

She asked, "What's your name?" ”

The young man lifted his mask and shook his head.

She asked again, "Dumb?" ”

The young man hesitated and nodded.

"Why are you wearing a mask?"

“……”

"Oh, forget you're dumb. Are you disfigured and afraid to scare people? Mochizuki gave his own explanation.

Youth acquiesce.

Mochizuki looked at his gaze and felt a little sympathetic, "You, you were sent by Lingyin to do heavy work, right?" If you are disfigured, in her eyes, there is no use value. ”

Youth continues to acquiesce.

Mochizuki sighed for a while, feeling that such a stunning color, even if he had no face, he was thrown out by Lingyin at will, it was a tyrannical thing. When she saw Lingyin again, she asked the young man and said, "If you think he is useless, give him to me." I'll rearrange him. ”

When she said this, the masked young man stood in the same room, and she said it generously and did not shy away from it.

The water hall master was stunned for a moment, and looked at the person behind her, as if he was smiling, "The Holy Maiden is empathetic so quickly?" Just met? ”

Mochizuki said casually, "It's just a pity that he didn't meet him." Don't talk nonsense about empathy, don't fall in love, I'm inspired to marry Yang Qing. ”

At this time, it had only been less than a year since she first met Yang Qing of Yunmen. It is the period when the saint's Mochizuki affection is the deepest.

She felt that her eyes were staring at her behind her, maybe she was being looked at too much, and Mochizuki didn't take it to heart.

It's just a disfigured man who can see it. After the water hall master refused, saying that he handled the affairs under his command very well and was of great use, Mochizuki did not get too entangled, asked a few words about Lingyin's physical condition, asked when she would be able to return to the Holy Sect, and left this chance encounter behind.

In Mochizuki's fragmented memory, what he could barely pull out was that after the water hall master went down the mountain, he could often meet this masked young man.

The Lord of the Water Hall is ridiculous, and he has never liked to deal with the affairs in his own hands. She is always looking for someone who can help her do things, but if there is such a person, why is she the hall master instead of someone else? There has never been a person who can perfectly liberate the water hall master, so that the water hall master does not have to worry about the trivial matters in her hands, and the trivial matters have been handled beautifully, so that she does not have to worry at all.

The masked young man is probably the person the water hall master has been looking for.

Lingyin was happy to see Hunting, even if this person wore a mask every day, she was very relieved. After the Lord of the Water Hall was liberated, the one who often dealt with the Holy Maiden Mochizuki was the Mask Youth.

Mochizuki can often run into him.

Or a chance encounter, or a face-to-face meeting.

He was silent and luxurious, like a tulip blooming in the dark night, fragrant, but no one could communicate with him.

Mochizuki has a good impression of him, and feels that such a disfigured mute is not easy to be under Lingyin's hands, so he often pays attention to him.

One day, she was walking in the Holy Sect, and she saw a Miao Jiang girl wearing a silver ornament, standing among the flowers, blocking the oncoming young man in a mask, and took out a purse with a smile to give to him.

The young man was slightly stunned, and the pusher refused.

The demon girl of the Holy Sect has always been bold and open, and said coquettishly, "Brother, what are you doing pushing around like this? My sister likes you and wants to get together with you. My sister thinks we're a good fit. ”

The young man suddenly turned around and saw the holy woman Mochizuki behind him.

The little demon girl was also stunned for a moment, and after the young man asked for peace, she also followed to meet the holy woman.

Mochizuki chuckled, and as he passed by the young man, he whispered, "It's that I'm too worried." It turns out that your market is so good. ”

Even if they are disfigured, even if they don't speak, there are many girls in the Holy Religion who are happy. The person who can discover the abilities hidden under the appearance of the youth is not Mochizuki alone. After that, Mochizuki met several times when someone stuffed him with notes, sent purses, and picked flowers.

She looked behind her with a grin and asked, "Why not?" Where are the conditions that you are not satisfied with? There are conditions that can be said, and I will introduce them to you. There are many beauties in my Holy Sect, and I don't believe that I can solve your problem. ”

At this time, the two were already able to communicate in simple sign language. He waved his hand, pointed to the temple not far away, and lowered his head.

Mochizuki raised his eyebrows, and deliberately misinterpreted his words with a smile, "Oh, if you can't even look down on the Holy Sect, we can go to the White Road to grab it." From Cloud Gate to Biluo Valley, the four major schools, which one do you like. If the head of your house doesn't give you the decision, come to me. ”

Behind the mask, he smiled helplessly.

Mochizuki watched the sunset fall on him, shook his head slightly, and murmured, "How happy you are, if you don't look at it, someone will chase you." I chased people to Cloud Gate, and people didn't see me at all. ”

The young man behind him made a gesture, "There are also people who like you." ”

Mochizuki held his hair hanging from his ear, carelessly, "Who?" ”

In the teasing, a little provocative-teasing.

She laughed again, "You? ”

She looked straight at the other person, who lowered his eyes.

In silence, he avoided her gaze.

Mochizuki has always been safe when this person can't speak. When she met him, whether it was by chance or on purpose, she would stop and say a few words to him. After a long time, the Fire Hall Master hesitated and said, "That Shanxiu under Lingyin can always meet you, does he like you?" ”

Mochizuki smiled and said nothing.

She felt that way, too.

Otherwise, how could a person sent out by the hall master to do things meet her again and again? In the Holy Sect, the Holy Maiden Mochizuki has a very high status, and she is almost on an equal footing with the sect leader, and several elders, Dharma protectors, hall masters, and helmsmen all have to listen to her dispatch. And among all these people, there is not a small subordinate under the hall master.

However, Mochizuki is not averse to this kind of encounter.

It was her most trance-like period.

The person who used to be with her childhood sweetheart became interested in a strange girl who returned to her youth, and separated from her every day; The man who fell in love with him didn't let her touch him at all in the depths of the cloud gate every day; There are also a lot of affairs in the church.,There are also fights.,Even if it's dedicated to the holy religion.,Mochizuki also has times of boredom.。

Someone sat quietly on the side, watching her, accompanying her. Since you can't speak, it's safe.

Mochizuki needs such a person.

She just wasn't impressed with him.

For more than half a year, Mochizuki often dealt with this person. She thought that the relationship between the two would always be so lukewarm, and she would not pity him, just wait for his feelings for her to slowly wear off. There are many people in the Holy Church who look up to and like the Holy Maiden, but no one dares to have the audacity to worship the Holy Maiden.

Everyone knows that the saint has a crush on a white talent. If she can't take it, the saint won't consider anything else.

Mochizuki's memory of Yamahide has two key things.

The first time they met, the way he sat in the sun, amazed her;

The second time, on the eve of their separation, she sat side by side with him in the mountains, and she slept on his shoulder for the night, and watched the sunrise with him after dawn.

The first thing she did was to pay attention to him.

The second thing led her to his affection.

There are a lot of things in the middle, but the impression of Mochizuki is not too deep. It takes a lot of hard and hard work to think about it to remember that he is around her all the time. That's it. When I think about it long afterward, the fragments that Mochizuki can remember are the beginning and the end.

He gave him a start-up that was amazing enough, and he gave her a heart-deep ending.

The beginning of the second event was due to a dispute with the Baidao people. They were besieged in a mountain, and there was no young man in the mask, but in the evening, he came out of the periphery alone, saying that he was ordered by the Lord of the Water Hall to send some medicine to those besieged people, and that the next day, the people besieged by the Holy Sect would come.

The Fire Hall Master stared at his slender figure and asked in a cold voice, "You alone can easily enter from the siege of the White Dao without being discovered by them?" ”

"Someone to help guide the way." He gestured, very calmly.

"Since you can sneak in, there is no blood on your body, you didn't do anything with the people in the white path? You didn't kill a few people? ”

"It's a surprise."

"You ......"

"Okay," Mochizuki glanced at the Fire Hall Master with a suspicious face, and said calmly, "There are people in the Holy Sect who don't like to kill. Especially under Lingyin, you should understand better. ”

The Fire Hall Master was silent for a moment.

There are those in the Holy Sect who have a grudge against the White Dao and are immortal, and there are also those who are forced in by the World Dao but do not like to kill. The only good thing about the chaos of the Holy Religion is that it is inclusive, and anyone here can accept it, as long as you are willing to come, you can survive here. Even if a white Taoist comes in and wants to be an undercover agent, if you have this kind of ability to go in and out all the tails, just come. The chaos of the Holy Religion, it is difficult to be taught by Bai Dao, and as a holy woman, Mochizuki is not afraid of anything.

Even if Yao Fu has always wanted to change the Holy Sect through the hands of Yuan Yingxing, hasn't he ever succeeded?

In the dark night, a group of people were trapped in the mountains, and Shanxiu brought clear water, dry food, and medicinal herbs, which was considered the joy of nectar.

Mochizuki was very satisfied, and Ming Yang, the master of the Fire Hall, followed behind her, glanced at the young man who was surrounded over there, and whispered, "Lingyin's subordinates, there shouldn't be someone with such good martial arts." ”

Mochizuki was silent.

Yes, Lingyin, the master of the water hall, is mainly a doctor, and her subordinates are all in the vein of medicine and poison, and no martial arts are good enough to break through the encirclement.

Mochizuki said, "Let's talk about it when we go down the mountain." ”

This is really not the time for infighting.

Shan Xiu gave food and water to everyone, and even if the Fire Hall Master raised his nose and eyes at him, he was not embarrassed by this. Mochizuki only looked at the side at first, and when they shared the food, he walked away of his own accord and found a vine wall to rest.

In the dark, she quietly thought of a plan for tomorrow's breakthrough. She has never liked to use her brain, just in case, as the highest-ranking person here, she still has to think more about her subordinates.

After a while, the breath of a man next to her fell, and she turned her head sideways to see the young man sitting next to her and handed her dry food.

Mochizuki shook his head, but looked at him through the faint light, seeing him in a black brocade robe, a green jade belt, sitting next to him, his shoulders were flat and narrow, and he was as quiet as a mountain.

The mask even covered his chin, but I saw his Adam's apple, smooth neck, and a beautiful line along the tight collar. In the coldness of almost abstinence, there is a gentle beauty, and in the silence, people look at it for no reason.

Mochizuki has seen too many Kaolin flower-like men, but people like him, who look down on the red dust and raise their eyes, are gentle and clear, clear and clear, and have nothing to do with their appearance, they are really good-looking.

What she learned from him is that good looks sometimes have nothing to do with looks, just a good look, and you think he is the best.

Mochizuki looked at him like a fish seeing water.

He made her stunned.

Out of nowhere, he pulled out a piece of gummy and handed it to her.

Mochizuki rolled his eyes, leaned over with a smile, and licked the tip of his tongue on his hand, his silky tongue curling up the piece of sugar.

His palms trembled, and when she touched it, he shrank back, and Mochizuki reached out and grabbed his slender fingers. In the middle of the night, she smiled slightly, "What are you hiding?" Eating your piece of candy and killing you? ”

His Adam's apple moved, and Mochizuki felt his quiet gaze fall on her, and she didn't care.

Mochizuki chewed the candy in his mouth, thinking that it was really sweet.

After a while, she said, "It's still early in the morning, let's talk about the day." ”

He tilted his head in question, and after a moment, shook his head slightly.

Mochizuki grabbed his finger and refused to let go, she played with his hand as if she were playing with a piece of jade. He tried to pull it away several times, but she caught him and couldn't move his life. The young man looked at her, and saw that she was like that, of course, as if everything in the world, as long as she wanted, was hers.

I don't know what throwing in the towel is.

Mochizuki said, "It's so dark, I look at your gestures, I'm too tired." Write on your hands, I want to speak. ”

She paused, "I don't know if tomorrow is life or death, I need to divert my attention and don't always think about tomorrow." ”

Perhaps it was the words that worked, and he didn't refuse again, letting her fingers be pulled by her.

"Shanxiu, have you ever seen Yang Qing? He doesn't know where, does he know I'm missing him. ”

“……”

"Sometimes I feel at a loss when I think about it, and I don't know what to do. The wind has risen, and all evils are abundant, difficult and dangerous. Many times I feel too bitter, like Yuan Yingxing, like Yao Fu, and Yang Qing...... Everyone made me feel like I was giving up. I often feel that it is very boring for a person to insist. ”

“……”

"You haven't seen the Sect Master before, have you? Also, a little person like you can't see him at all. You don't know, sometimes his thoughts, very pessimistic, make me very incredible. The wind was already rising, and he only went down. In the face of many things, he has no idea of fighting. The Holy Sect said that I was at odds with him, and I thought about it for a long time, and probably from the very beginning, there was a difference between the two of us. He was too curious, and too unprepared to thoroughly track it down. Most outsiders say that he is evil and cold, but in fact, he has always been too fragile for me. This vulnerability makes him too easy to give up. I grew up with him, and he's influencing me...... Makes me sway. ”

The masked youth listened silently, and only then did he grope her hand and write a few words on her hand:

"Even if the wind rises, life will not give up."

Mochizuki listened quietly as he wrote in his hand, light and simple, yet somewhat floating, like sand sliding across the palm of his hand.

She hooked her lips and smiled.

Life is a ...... Does he feel the same way?

Mochizuki and Hara Yingxing's opinions are divided here, and both of them are casual and don't take anything outside of their bodies seriously. Yuan Yingxing is fragile and sensitive, he needs a little light, he needs a little gravity, so he is attracted to Yao Fu. Mochizuki is not good, her casualness is upward, she is in the same atmosphere as Yuan Yingxing, he is world-weary, but she is not.

So she will never be attracted to Yao Fu, she will never like Yao Fu's empathetic and calm temperament.

Yuan Yingxing's will is too strong, and it affects Mochizuki all the time.

The thoughts of Yang Qing are too far away, and they are out of reach all the time.

Mochizuki was wavering, and when she encountered such an exhortation, it coincided with her true intentions:

What if Yuan Yingxing likes Yao Fu, what if the Holy Sect is messy, and what if Yang Qing doesn't like her...... Pile after pile of troubles on the side, Mochizuki goes against the water, but also freely and uniquely.

In the night, the saint Mochizuki held her cheeks and asked sideways:

"And what kind of people do you like?"

“……”

"Tell me, the whole world knows who I like, I'll ask you, and I won't talk nonsense."

"Integrity, passion, kindness, honesty, simplicity, innocence."

“……”

In addition to enthusiasm and honesty, other requirements are 108,000 miles away from the Holy Maiden Mochizuki.

She snorted, feeling like a joke about his request to his other half, "This kind of big and empty request, when you really meet someone you like, it doesn't count." ”

They sat in front of the mountain wall, leaning on their hands and writing, and talked for half the night. In the second half of the night, Xu was too tired, and Mochizuki's voice gradually became quieter, and finally fell asleep on his shoulder. His shoulders are warm and strong, and he feels safe. He sat upright like a pine and cypress, and the long night was long, silent, and he listened to the song of beasts and birds in the mountains all night.

Mochizuki blurred, and felt someone push his shoulder.

She opened her eyes, and the young man leaning on stretched out his hand to her, and she squinted, in a daze, and saw ten thousand golden lights blooming on the mountain.

Gold dust and golden sand, all over the mountains.

The clouds suddenly lit up, and light was thrown out of them, and in a trance, golden fireballs could be faintly seen jumping in the process. The golden light shone in the mountains, and everywhere there was a golden light, and the birds in the mountains flew up to the depths of the clouds and smoke in the rising sun, and flew towards the sun.

The sound of fluttering wings.

A loud chirp in my ears.

The cool sound of the wind.

And the eyes are full of gold.

This magnificent sunrise is amazing, and I can't speak for a long time.

Mochizuki leaned on the young man's shoulder and muttered, "It's beautiful." ”

It's pretty like a dream.

She tilted her head, looked at the mask of the young man next to her, and muttered, "It's beautiful." ”

It's vague, it's still like a dream.

His head turned.

Although through the mask, she felt that he was looking at her, looking at her gently.

In the golden light of the early dawn, the men and women sitting in front of the mountain wall looked at each other, for a long and continuous time.

Mochizuki's heart flickered, and he thought: After this catastrophe, I will go down the mountain, and I will go to ask Lingyin. I want to know who he is, and I'm going to get him from Lingyin.

She didn't have much to say, she felt like she was watching the sunrise. But leaning on the young man's shoulder, he felt too safe, too comfortable, and drowsy.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep feeling my forehead being gently kissed.

Gentle kisses.

When he woke up again, he was gone.

Completely gone.

Years before, years after, never again.

This person, completely gone.

Leave her with a stunning beginning and a stunning ending.

There is nothing else.