The night is as dark as ink.

There was no moon, no starlight, just a palpitating darkness. But in this dark and boundless night, there are many people walking through the night.

Among the crowds of people coming and going, two people stood out the most.

One man and one woman, one old and one young.

The man was about fifty years old, dressed in a white gown, spotless as if snow was on the ground. The green silk with white hair flew with the wind, and the cold wind hit his angular face, but under the gaze of his resolute eyes with vicissitudes. The lips surrounded by cyan stubble are thin, but they feel as if they have never moved.

He was like a mountain, a stone, cold and hard and calm.

Compared to the man, the woman next to him is very young. Her clothes are very white, but her skin is whiter, white and moving, white and beautiful.

Her face is not only white, but also beautiful.

If she is seen by literati and artists, I am afraid that she will truly understand what kind of realm it is to "not eat the fireworks of the world". It's a pity that her beautiful eyes seem to have no focus at all, a little more lazy and a little less smart.

The two of them didn't say a word, and they were always in silent hurry. Strangely, their steps don't seem to be fast, but for some reason, the scenery on both sides is always moving backwards.

An old man over half a hundred years old, a weak woman. Such two people, in the era of war and chaos, are undoubtedly easily coveted by the fleeing homeless.

During the day, the eyes of several unclothed men flashed, trying to scavenge some oil and water from them. I don't know if because the woman is too beautiful, or because the two of them are too light-hearted, no one dares to do it.

"Wow-"

In the night, a loud cry resounded through the night sky. Mu Rong, who had excellent eyesight, paused slightly, and found that among the fleeing people in front of him, a five or six-year-old girl fell to the ground and let out a terrible cry.

This cry did not exchange for the comfort and sympathy of my father, but in exchange for a burst of scolding.

The thin man turned his head with a gloomy face, pointed at the child and said, "Cry, cry, cry, as far as the fuck knows, cry!" There are not enough clothes to wear, not enough food to eat, and I have to bring such an annoying burden to you! Let's go, let her fend for herself here! ”

The ragged woman next to her pleaded: "Xianggong, she is our daughter!" ”

"Do you want a daughter or do you want to die?" The man glared at the bull's eye and glanced at the little girl with disgust, "If you are willing to stay, you can die with her!" ”

The woman looked at the girl crying on the ground with nostalgia, and finally gritted her teeth and followed the fleeing team in front of her.

The girl was still crying, but she cried and cried and found that she was the only one left around, she looked around in horror, and did not care about the upper leg of the subject, got up and ran forward, shouting as she ran: "Mother, mother, where are you?" Don't you want Li'er anymore? ”

The milky baby voice echoed in the night sky, but there was no response.

The little girl burst into tears, feeling only endless loneliness in the dark night.

Suddenly, she found herself bumping into a person and sitting on the ground with an "ouch" sound.

The little face that was crying smiled and thought that her mother had finally come back to find her, but when she raised her head, she was matched with a pair of unfocused eyes.

Mu Rong squatted down and looked at the little girl seriously. Her face was flushed, her big watery eyes were still stained with tears, and she couldn't stop looking at herself with horror and curiosity.

"Sister, did you see my mother kissing?"

Mu Rong's cold face softened, and she seemed to have an illusion that she had jumped back to the picture of meeting the father-like man next to her thirteen years ago.

"Uncle, did you see my mother's kiss?"

The self and the little girl in front of them seemed to overlap together, they didn't know what abandonment was, only deep fear.

I am lucky, this girl met me like a reincarnation, is it a kind of luck?

Mu Rong shook his head and said, "Your mother will never come back, are you willing to go with me?" ”

The little girl's lips twitched, as if she was about to cry again. But looking at the beautiful sister in front of her, she asked like a ghost: "Do you have steamed buns?" ”

Mu Rong touched his little head and said softly, "Yes." ”

The little girl tilted her head and thought for a while, and said, "Okay, as long as there is something to eat, I will go with my sister." ”

Mu Rong naturally took the little girl's right hand and asked, "What's your name?" ”

The little girl said crisply: "My name is Chen Junli." ”

"Junli ......" Mu Rong muttered twice, "From now on, you will be called Mu Junli." ”

The little girl blinked and asked, "Why did you change your name?" ”

Mu Rong explained: "When you enter my Snow Mountain, you must have the surname Mu..."

The little girl pouted aggrievedly: "I don't want the surname wood!" ”

Mu Rong couldn't help but sigh, pursed his lips and said, "Then do you still want to eat steamed buns?" ”

"Want to ......" The little girl's momentum suddenly weakened, and she said aggrievedly: "My sister said that her surname is wood, and Li'er is surnamed wood." ”

No one would have thought that because of Mu Rong's benevolence, he achieved the world-famous "Tianshan Goddess Mu Junli" more than ten years later.

Mu Jingfeng next to him sighed and said, "Rong'er, we are going to Bianjing City at the moment, and I don't know if we can survive as a teacher, are you sure you want to take her?" ”

Mu Rong definitely nodded and said, "You did this thirteen years ago, and thirteen years later, Tang An will definitely do the same." ”

Tang An, Tang An.

Mu Jingfeng showed a rare look of curiosity. He knew that his life was saved by this man named Tang An, and he also knew that he had a lot to do with his cold disciple.

Because Mu Rong, who never takes anything to heart, has mentioned this name twenty-one times since he returned to Daxue Mountain to the present.

Some things are difficult to explain, but they will take root in people's hearts.

He couldn't help but think of a person, a stubborn woman.

Every time she was defeated in her own hands, she would disappear and study hard, and then come to Datang with that scimitar to find herself, repeating that sentence to herself with a resolute face.

"Xia Guoshen Martial Sect Ling Bingyan has learned something, please teach Mr. Mu!"

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing Mu Rong's words of concern, Mu Jingfeng came back to his senses and said, "Oh, it's nothing. Velvet, how old are you? ”

Mu Rong said: "Nineteen." ”

"Nineteen years old, my little Rong'er has grown up, time flies so fast..."Mu Jingfeng smiled slightly, turned his head and said: "I really want to know what kind of son-in-law Rong'er will bring to Daxue Mountain?" ”

In other words, what kind of person is Tang An?

Mu Junli blinked her eyes wide and asked, "Sister, what do you mean by 'son-in-law'?" ”

Mu Rong's face was slightly red, and thanks to the cover of the night, she couldn't see her blushing cheeks and undulating chest.

She no longer paid attention to Mu Jingfeng, pulled Mu Junli and walked forward, and said coldly: "Children don't ask so much, hurry up!" ”

Mu Jingfeng sighed slightly, her daughter is too old to pay attention, and she is going to marry after all. She is already nineteen years old, just the same age as flowers, if this Tang An is worthy of trust, he will only be happy for Mu Rong.

Of course, the premise is that they can survive under the pressure of the Far Away from the East.

"Tang An, Tang An, Datang Ping." Mu Jingfeng looked at the night sky with deep eyes, "I hope he can guard Bianjing City and protect the peace of my Tang Dynasty......