The moon is gathering in the green mountains and the spring is late, and the breeze is blowing and the water is murmuring.

The winding path leads to the bamboo forest, who is stroking the qin and who is sighing.

The moon hangs high, and the green mountains are silent. The bamboo forest sprinkled with the bright light is even more green and translucent. The sound of the babbling spring water quietly lapping on the stone made a pleasant sound.

On a piece of bluestone in the distance, continuous white smoke wafted out from the incense burner, and when you sniffed it, it exuded a fragrance that penetrated people's hearts. He, quietly caressing the strings, closed his glasses and listened to the silence of the night. Although the sound of the piano is melodious and beautiful, like a breeze, gentle and tactful, it also reveals bursts of sadness.

The surroundings were suddenly strangely quiet, as if they were sad for him. He stopped stroking his hands, his slightly closed eyes were constantly moving, and suddenly, two lines of tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

"Mo Li, can't you still forget her?" In the dark of the bamboo forest, with a sigh, a woman in a long white dress slowly walked out, her long hair swayed slightly with the wind in the forest, and her light and dusty face made people admire, there was such a beautiful and refined woman, full of fairy energy.

"Why are you here. Mo Li heard the sound and said unexpectedly.

"Come and see you. Yaoguang walked up to Mo Li's side, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and said softly.

Yaoguang and Mo Li entered the Xuantian Sect in the same year, and among the senior brothers and sisters who entered the sect in the same year, only Yaoguang knew him best, and he was also the only senior sister who was willing to quietly accompany him to watch the moon all night. Among the fellow disciples, Mo Li is an out-and-out weirdo, he rarely speaks, is unwilling to communicate with others, and always cultivates alone and cultivates madly.

Yaoguang is not only loved by his master Jinghua Fairy, but also respected as a goddess by the brothers of the same sect in the whole sect, and always causes an uproar every time he appears. Over time, Yaoguang no longer goes out, but only on the 15th day of August, she will go out, because she knows that Mo Li will come to the back mountain alone.

Five years after such a day.

Yaoguang will never forget the scene he suddenly saw on that night five years ago, when he was pacing in the forest after his practice. Mo Li, sitting alone beside the bluestone, holding his head in his hands in pain, Yaoguang had never seen such a scene, a little boy was crying quietly there, and laughing inexplicably, and suddenly his head turned white. Since then, he has planted a seed in her heart, and now it has quietly sprouted.

"Do you have a lot of questions?" Mo Li wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and turned his head to look at Yaoguang.

"Yes, a lot. Yaoguang looked at Mo Li's silver hair and his eyes full of sadness, and his heart suddenly ached.

Looking at Yaoguang's clear eyes, Mo Li couldn't help but avoid, staring at the bright moon, his mind returned to the place he was most reluctant to recall ten years ago.

Yaoguang sat with him like this. After a long time, Mo Li talked about the past.

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It was an early morning, the red sun broke the silence, rising from the east, the sun was like a ribbon in the hands of a fairy, and the beautiful drizzle quietly washed this historic city.

Trois-Rivières City, a small city backed by green mountains, is surrounded by water on three sides. Every day, the rain comes and goes as fast as it comes, and there is always a rainbow bridge in the sky, which makes the city look more full of aura. The moist air, mixed with the smell of the earth and the fragrance of the surrounding flowers and plants, can not help but make people feel refreshed.

"Cluck!" accompanied by the crowing of a rooster, the street stalls, sellers, and sellers came out one after another, restaurants, shops, and tea shops were also opened, curtains were raised, and the day in the small town began.

Freshly recoated buns ,......

"Little rabbit, come to steal the buns again, see that I don't break your hand!" "The lady who sold the buns rolled up her sleeves and shouted viciously to the young man running in front.

"Aunt Zhao, what is this stealing, when I make money, I will definitely ......" The young man running in front of him, eating buns in his mouth, pulled the bulging clothes on his chest, and made a grimace and shouted.

Before he finished speaking, he bumped into a sturdy big man, and without looking up, he saw this person pressing the young man's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Stinky boy, go steal Aunt Zhao's buns again, don't choke you to death." ”

The young man raised his eyebrows, took a bite of the bun in his hand, looked at the strong man mischievously, and said with a smile: "Uncle Wang, I went to visit the kiln so early!

"You stinky boy, did you lie on the wall again last night, believe it or not, I broke your legs!" Uncle Wang said angrily when he heard this, and waved his hand at the young man.

The young man lowered his head and dodged Uncle Wang's fat palm, and then said as he ran: "I can't fight, I can't fight, I'll go and tell Aunt Wang." ”

"Hey, I said stinky boy, next time don't think I'll take you to Chunxiangyuan to play. Seeing that this Ye kid still had to make inches, Uncle Wang raised his head and threatened.

"Okay, I won't say it, next time Chunxiangyuan says okay, I want a little cuihua. This leaf also gestured to Uncle Wang and ran towards East Street.

Outside the east gate, a dilapidated Taoist temple.

"Ling'er, get up and eat steamed buns, I took a lot of steamed buns from Aunt Zhao today, but they are fragrant, hurry up!" The young man walked into the Taoist temple while eating the steamed buns, and shouted happily inside.

"Brother, did you go to Aunt Zhao to steal buns again, Aunt Zhao didn't beat you. Under the slightly reproachful voice, a little girl who was eight years old walked in front of her, with double mustaches and hair, a pair of big eyes under Qi bangs, with aura in the flash, and her face was so cute, and the straight people couldn't help but want to go up and take a bite.

"Ling'er, eat quickly, it's delicious. The boy said with a bun in his mouth.

"Brother, Aunt Zhao has always helped us, and it is not easy for her, so I will give her the money in a while. The little girl took out some copper plates from her purse and handed them to the boy.

The young man looked at the copper plate handed by the little girl and asked, "Where did you get the money?"

"This is what I earned by sewing clothes for the shopkeeper of Zuixianglou in the city, we can't always rely on Aunt Zhao, Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang, we also have to make money to support ourselves. If you're so lazy, how can you marry me in the future. The little girl blinked at the boy.

"Ling'er, you are disobedient. Didn't you say that I wouldn't let you go out to work? I'll look for a job in a while, and as long as my brother wants to find it, I'm afraid that I won't be able to find a partner, and my brother will find you a good family in the future. The boy touched the little girl, handed the bun over, and said.

"Hmph, brother, I will marry you in this life, don't you want to escape. The little girl pouted, took the bun, took a bite and said.

This young man, it is Mo Li, it was Mrs. Ye who picked it up from the door of this Taoist temple, Mrs. Ye saw Ye Chong cute, and thanked God for sending him such a big grandson, so she took it home, because a piece of jade pendant engraved with the word Mo Li, so she named Mo Li. At that time, a poor family couldn't even afford to eat, and Mrs. Ye lost her husband at an early age, but she fed Ye Chong to the age of eight with a handful of and urine, and then died.

After Mrs. Ye died, Ye Chong moved back to this dilapidated Taoist temple, and in his words, he wanted to serve the ancestor of the Sanqing Dynasty and let him continue the ancestral relationship with Mrs. Ye for eight years. In fact, this kid didn't have the money to bury Mrs. Ye, so he sold his only house. The rest of the money was quickly lost.

Duanmu Ling was a little girl it picked up, at that time, he saw it begging on the side of the road very pitiful, and he took pity on each other, he brought this little girl back to the Broken Dao Temple, and depended on each other for their lives.

In those years, Ye Chong was mixed in the world, and he was called a brother and sister to a group of three sects and nine streamers, and naturally he became a gangster, and he was good at kung fu, stealing chickens and touching dogs for a bite to eat. Despite this, he never let Duanmu Ling suffer a little, but he loved Duanmu Ling very much, and regarded this little girl as his own sister and cared for her. After many years, Mo Li has also become a twelve-year-old young man, although he is not handsome, he is also born with starry eyebrows and sword eyes, bright eyes, and his own heroic spirit.

For Mo Li, it's good to have such a day, he has no ideals, and he doesn't have great ambitions, he just wants to guard his sister well, watch her get married, start a family, and have children, then this life is not in vain.

It backfired, and on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, Duanmu Ling had an accident. He witnessed the few Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes and holding long swords, slashing Duanmu Ling's clothes one after another, and the blood marks were shocking......

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Speaking of this, Mo Li's breathing was rapid and undulating, and Yaoguang couldn't help but reach out and caress his back.

"She's really caring, and my brother did a terrible job. Mo Li looked at Yaoguang and said sadly, as if he wanted to get a trace of comfort from Yaoguang's mouth.

"You've done well enough, and I envy her for being such a brother as you. Yaoguang said.

"I'm going to find her, I'm going to make those people pay. Mo Li looked at the flickering moon and said firmly.

"Ling'er is still alive?" Hearing Mo Li's words, Murong Xue said with a sigh of relief.

"I was captured, and my life and death are unknown, so I am practicing like crazy every day. ”

To be honest, Yaoguang was very envious of Duanmu Ling, she could have such an elder brother, an elder brother who was white overnight for him. Maybe she was too used to being lonely, but when she knew the sad story of Mo Li and Duanmu Ling, her heart melted.

"In the future, I will accompany you. After speaking, Yaoguang suddenly felt that his cheeks were hot, turned around, and kept rubbing his hands.

Hearing Yaoguang's words, Mo Li had an indescribable feeling. Yaoguang is the brother who knows him the most, but they haven't had much intersection in the past five years, but every night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, she will appear here and sit quietly with him for a night. She is a lady of the sky, her cultivation far surpasses her, and she is expected to become the first seat of the Xuantian Sect's Water Moon Peak in the future, and he is just a mediocre talent with low cultivation, how can he walk the next road together?

"Senior sister,......" Mo Lidun said in a panic.

Yaoguang looked at Mo Li's flustered expression, even more worried, and a little embarrassed, and hurriedly said: "I'm talking about accompanying you to find your sister, don't misunderstand." ”

The night was long, and there was no word for the night.