Her voice is soft, as comfortable as the wind on a summer night.

"Qinglan, I am an orphan, I have no parents, I only have a master. It was He who gave me new life, He who picked me up from the snow. ”

The picturesque gaze kept looking at the top of the tent, not moving an inch.

In front of her eyes, it seemed to be in the snow, when she was frozen to death, Mo did not hesitate to come slowly.

That moment she will never forget in her life.

Ye Qinglan leaned sideways, looking at Mo Ruhua's face full of smiles, as well as the softness in her eyes, and a thought suddenly rose in her heart.

Ink is picturesque and likes her master?

This thought came from the bottom of his heart, Ye Qinglan looked at Mo Ruhua immersed in memories and smiled happily, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

If she really likes Mo Wuxi, then her future path will be difficult.

Mo Ruhua seemed to be attracted by the beauty in the memory, Ye Qinglan saw that she had no voice, and shouted twice but did not respond, so she fell asleep by herself.

The smile on Mo Ruhua's face became more and more beautiful, like a flower blooming in spring.

Back then, Mo Wuxi came from a distance in white clothes.

The snow-white clothes blend in with the heavy snow. But she saw him.

Green silk like a waterfall, bright eyes, handsome face like carving, eyebrows and eyes like picturesque, he is like a fairy, he is lined with white clothes more fairy, an immortal to save her.

This is how he carved a deep imprint in Moru's heart.

At that time, looking at him, Mo Ruhua actually forgot the cold, forgot the hunger, and forgot that he was a dying man.

Mo didn't hesitate to see her dirty, so he didn't dislike it, but reached out to pick her up.

He frowned slightly, his plain white fingertips resting on her faint pulse.

"What's your name? How can you be alone in the snow. ”

Mo Ruhua's breath was very weak at that time, although she could die, but when Mo Wuxi's finger was on her wrist, her body gradually warmed up, and her consciousness gradually became clear.

"I, I don't have a name. There is no family either. She shrunk her head and whispered.

Mo Wuxi was stunned for a moment, and then took her back to Jiuhuamen.

It was this decision he made that changed Moru's life.

When he asked her to choose a name for herself, she blurted out "Ink is picturesque." ”

Mo is his last name.

And he, in her heart, is like coming out of a painting.

Picturesque, picturesque.

After that, Mo Wuxi would take time to hand over Mo Ruhua's skills every day, sometimes teaching her to practice swords, and sometimes teaching her to cultivate spiritual power.

Mo Ruhua practiced desperately every day, desperately improved, and made everything he had satisfied.

It wasn't until later that she finally passed the disciple qualification of Jiuhuamen, worshipped him as a teacher, and stood beside him and looked at him in a dignified manner.

Thinking of this, a faint bitterness appeared on Mo Ruhua's face full of smiles.

She can only be his disciple, for the rest of her life, she can only be a disciple.

Mo Ruhua looked sideways, Ye Qinglan and Xiling Qian had already fallen asleep, she closed her eyes, and the scene in the snow was in her mind.

She muttered softly, "Master, master—no pity—"

Feng Yanlin, who was outside the tent, held a wooden stick in his hand, poked at the bonfire, and his eyes fell on the picturesque tent, and his eyes were full of distress.

Yes, he liked his senior sister from the first time he saw her.

There seems to be an arrangement in the dark, when he was in the palace, he didn't know why, he just wanted to come to Jiuhuamen, and after he came, he finally knew why.

Because, here she is.

This girl who makes him feel distressed and likes.