Wuyong and Qinglian lived in the courtyard in front of Su Die, and Moyun arrived in a short time.

When he entered the room, he saw his father writing a pen, and he stepped forward to see that a poem had jumped on the paper:

When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?

Xiaolou had another east wind last night, so the country could not afford to look back at the moonlight.

The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but the face has changed.

How sad can you be? It is like a river flowing eastward.

Father's font is powerful through the back of the paper, magnificent, Moyun looks in awe, since he was a child, his father is his model. Wen can teach and educate people, and Wu can set the country and the country; Tenderness is paid to one person, thoughtful, stable and outstanding. Mo Yun once thought that if he could be like his father, he would be content.

Wuyong put down his pen, looked at Mo Yun, stood with his hands behind his back, as if talking to himself, and said slowly: "Ah Yun, what do you think of the self-surrender lyrics and songs?" ”

"The lyrics and songs rhyme beautifully, but the meaning of the words ......" Mo Yun hesitated, not knowing whether to say it or not.

"Between you and me, father and son, there is no need to take care of anything else, if you have any thoughts, you might as well say it directly."

"Yes, father. Ah Yun thought that although the lyrics and songs were good, they were just ...... Too sad. In and out of the words, the author is full of nostalgia for his homeland, and he is depressed. Mo Yun knew that his father would not ask him for his opinion at will, so he must have a deep meaning when he asked. didn't dare to be sloppy, sentence by sentence, and answered truthfully.

"Yes, that's a bit of a tragedy. Do you know who made it? ”

"The son is lonely and unheard, and he doesn't know it, and he still hopes that his father will teach him."

"The lyrics and songs were written by the last monarch who called Chongguang, and they have been passed down for a long time, only fragments remain, and you don't know if it's natural."

"Monarch? It is really Wen Taowuluo, and the knowledge of this lyrics and songs comes from everyone's hands, and it is an extraordinary product. ”

"That's nature. This lyrics and songs, the ancestor has always liked it very much during his lifetime, I watched it from the sidelines, and I watched it over time. Whenever I think of the Lord, I write about it. ”

"It was the love of the ancestor before his death, no wonder my father wrote it so familiarly. It was a remembrance of the deceased. ”

"Not bad. For the Father, I remember the deceased here, and those who like this poem also like it because of the remembrance of the deceased. ”

"Ah Yun doesn't quite understand, it's just ...... Ayunjue, you seem to have a lot on your mind today? ”

Hearing Mo Yun's question, Wu Yong turned around. With a long sigh, he said with a slight sadness: "Ah Yun, I called you here today, I have important things to tell you about your mother." ”

Mo Yun rarely saw his father's serious appearance, and bowed down and said, "Father, please take care of Yun'er." ”

"Ah Yun, you don't need to be so restrained, just listen carefully. Wuyong, don't scare the child with a cold face. Qing Lian walked in from outside the house at some point, and said with a smile.

"Mother, there is no restraint. It's just that you and your father haven't arranged things for me alone like this for a long time, and I'm a little ...... Not adapting. Moyun touched his nose and said mischievously. Though he said so, he ...... in his heart but it is heavy. The family is connected by blood, and the feeling in my heart is the most straightforward.

"Good boy, you have to remember all the words of today, don't be childish."

"Moyun remember."

"Husband, come on." Qing Lian looked at Wu Yong, the two glanced at each other and nodded.

The three of them sat down at the table, and Wu Yong slowly spoke: "Ah Yun, you are old, and you are not a living teenager. On your shoulders, it's time to take on some loads. ”

After a pause, he continued: "Ah Yun, do you know why your mother and I have been guarding Butterfly Valley. ”

"Because of the master and the ancestors?"

"Not bad. Your mother and I can have all this, all because of the love of the ancestor and the illusion master. We are already feathered people, and we have a belief that has survived to this day, all in order to protect everything that the master and the ancestor left in this world, and keep the covenant of peace between the two of them. They'll come back, and we've been waiting for you and your mother. ”

Mo Yun heard this and did not make a sound. He knew that his parents had been able to survive so far by using secret techniques, but he didn't know what other twists and turns there were.

"My days with your mother are numbered now. Many things will be entrusted to you. ”

"Time is running out? Father! What are you talking about? Mo Yun was taken aback when he heard this, and couldn't help but stand up.

Qing Lian took Moyun's hand as if soothingly, and motioned for him to sit down. She took Wu Yong's words and continued: "Child, don't be shocked. Life and death are fate, your father and I have already extended too many birthdays, and when the time comes, we have to leave. ”

"Mother......" Mo Yun's eyes were bloodshot when he heard this. He knew that his parents were using secret techniques to prolong his life, but knowing and really hearing were completely different feelings. At this time, he understood Su Die's feelings at that time. No matter how clearly outsiders see it, the authorities still can't accept it.

"Child, do you know why you planted it in the hands of the cloud village master this time? Why did he want to catch Fluttershy alone? ”

"Mountain bandit hooligan, why did my mother mention him?"

"Mountain bandits? Have you ever seen a mountain bandit cultivator with spiritual power? You've seen it with your own eyes, he will burn his heart, and he is skilled in drawing the ground as a prison, and he is familiar with the heart shield, and you don't doubt his identity? ”

"I doubted, but I couldn't figure it out. With a blue-blue aura, I can't think of anyone else besides Shizun. ”

"You're right, that person is Shizun. In this world, except for the master, no one will burn their hearts anymore. ”

"Master?! Isn't Fluttershy the Master? Why did he become Yun Yan again, he is obviously a man?! Mo Yun's voice was raised a few points by Qing Lian's words, Yun Yan is a master? What's going on here?!

"Don't be in a hurry, listen to me. Yun Yan is a master, but he is not. Shizun was born as a spirit girl, and since she was born with it, she is different from ordinary people. Her spirit butterfly is one with her, living and dying with her, and at the same time, it is an independent existence. At that time, in order to save the first emperor, she purified the spirit and sent the spirit to the life of the first emperor. Presumably, at that time, this spirit butterfly gradually transformed its own ideology, until the first emperor died, it broke free from the shackles of the first emperor's personality, and then it took shape and took root. ”

Mo Yun let out a long sigh and asked suspiciously: "Shizun is a woman, why is this spirit butterfly transformed into a man?" ”

"Ah Yun, although the spirit butterfly is a spirit, it is much the same as the soul of a mortal. You think, it was originally one with the master, it was forcibly purified and extracted by external forces, and then trapped in the life grid, after the death of the first emperor, although it was free, but there was nowhere to hide, and the lonely soul and wild ghost, there is no difference. Because in the end, he got out of the life of the first emperor and transformed into a man, which is not surprising. ”

"So it was. I don't want the master's spirit to be so powerful, to be able to transform and form with faith, and wait so long. Mo Yun didn't know what it was like, and while he was worried about his father, he couldn't help but realize that Fluttershy's future road seemed to be more bumpy.