Mo San didn't know how long he remembered, and at this time he seemed to be in a dream. All kinds of pictures keep coming to mind, and those pictures appear one after another as if they were singing a big opera. Soon, it was time for Mo Sang to enter Beijing and just take the exam. I still remember that at that time, in order to give Moisan a better environment for studying, my father did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to build a courtyard on the mountainside. Mo Sang reads in the courtyard every day, cultivating himself, and his appearance is becoming more and more handsome, and he has a lot of bookish temperament between his speech and demeanor. The girls from all over the country regard him as the most perfect lover, and many big families also come here to get married.

Mo Sang didn't care about these at first, he looked at those girls who were full of spring flowers and branches just like admiring a delicate flower, but he couldn't be moved. However, it all changed because of the appearance of one person.

Ling'er is the most beautiful and aura girl Moissan's ever seen. Mo Sang was fascinated by it when he first saw him, and he felt his heart pounding for the first time. The joy of drinking and writing poems and talking all night made Moissanite intoxicated. Mo Sang felt that his whole heart no longer belonged to him, and he fell in love with Ling'er.

It was the first time that Mo Çan had made such a big determination to do something, and perhaps only a beloved could make Mo Çais so valued. Mo Sang and Ling'er met on the stone bridge, knew each other on the grass house, and made a love under the moon. Everything came so fast that it was dizzying. Mosanna may be his happiest time, and what a wonderful thing it is to have a lover in his heart, a sustenance and concern. However, good things never come too easily, maybe God is deliberately making things difficult for him, maybe God is jealous of himself.

Hua Hu, although this person has not really persecuted himself. However, everything that Moisan suffered was caused by this man, and perhaps God was to arrange such a powerful enemy to stand in front of him and stop him from moving forward. Mo Sang was under great pressure to deal with it, fighting wits and courage with Concubine Hua, and the scenes on the Jinluan Palace were vividly remembered.

Xuanzang, the cultivation of the golden body period. In addition to a huge background background, he also has a strong strength. Xuanzang was like a mountain in Mo Sang's heart, and he couldn't breathe, and when Mo Sang saw Ling'er again, he had a kind of melancholy that separated the two sides of the strait. Mo Sang was always restless, as if Ling'er was the feeling of seeing one side and missing the other. It wasn't until Ling'er sent him away that Mo Sang felt for a moment that he was going to be separated from his beloved forever.

Zhong Kui, when Mo Sang saw him, he was just a peculiar Taoist. Perhaps the inadvertent extraordinariness attracted Mo Sang's attention, but the inadvertent outpouring made Mo Sang suddenly realize that maybe Mo San had already known him in the dark.

I remember when I was apprenticing, the master said that you and I had a master-apprentice relationship, and now it is logical. When he was a child, Mo Sang had heard his father mention more than once that the Taoist who hid in Mofu to take shelter from the rain. Every time Mo Yuan mentioned it, his eyes revealed an inexplicable admiration. That kind of admiration is by no means a simple gratitude, there is also a little expectation, but Mo Sang has never known what his father is looking forward to.

I don't know how long I was in the house, but Mo Sang felt a hint of something strange coming from his body. It was as if something had tripped over his feet, and the thing slowly climbed along his feet and wrapped itself around itself like a snake. Mo Sang woke up from his meditation and opened his eyes. In front of him was the white and flawless white lotus, and a few drops of dew fell into the lotus, but it made it appear more pure, like a girl's cheeks were moist and transparent.

There are many strange places where this lotus flower grows alone in the spring water, and why did Mossan appear here when he was only far away from the lotus flower on the shore? Mossan saw that he had a stalk wrapped around his body at this time, and the stalk was not like the lotus stem in the spring water, but much thinner, like the stems of some vines. Mo Sang was amazed, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart: Where did this thing come from? Why did it get wrapped around me? Why did I end up here?

Mo Sang wanted to reach out and peel off the stems wrapped around his body, but those stems seemed to grow on Mo Sang's body, so he couldn't pull them off and couldn't pick them off. Mo Zang struggled for a long time to no avail, so he had to give up. Looking up at the lotus flower, he felt more and more wonderful, and Mo Sang was happy to want to appreciate it.

The ancients said: Out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons. You can only watch from a distance and not play with it. Mo Sang was interested, stretched out a hand to touch it, but the lotus flower suddenly pierced through Mo Sang's palm like a phantom.

Moisan did not want to pick the lotus, he admired the beautiful things but did not want to possess them. Since he couldn't touch it, Mo Sang was a little unwilling but had to give up. However, the white lotus suddenly shone brightly. In the white light, there seemed to be a fairy dancing. Mo Sang couldn't see the woman's face, but he could see her figure clearly. The graceful body shape and the smart dancing posture made Mo Sang fascinated.

In a trance, Mo Sang seemed to be in it. The white light quickly enveloped Moissan, who felt as if he was stepping on a cloud. The soles of the feet are soft, and the body is light and fluttering without a sense of weight. Mo Sang wondered in his heart: What is this place? Could it be that I have entered the dream again? Why is this dream so real?

Moissan's eyes wandered around, but everything he saw was blank. Mo Sang drifted for a while, and suddenly the white light around him gradually disappeared, and some scenes began to become clear.

At this time, Mo Sang was standing on a bamboo raft, which was drifting along the current. The raft floated on a pond with many lotus leaves but not a single lotus flower. The scenery in the distance gradually became clearer, and there was a high mountain in front of Moissan, and there was a waterfall on the high mountain. The water slopes down the rocks into the pond, like a fairyland on earth.

Mo Sang was drifting along the raft while enjoying the dream-like scenery, and since he didn't know where he was, he could wait with peace of mind. Anyway, there shouldn't be any danger in the Xuanzong Sword Sect, Mo Sang remembered the master's advice before leaving, and only thought that this was the wonder of Xuanyin Spring, as long as he experienced it with his heart.

I don't know how long it has been drifting, but the waterfall is getting closer and closer, and Moisan can already vaguely hear the sound of the water. There is a gazebo next to the waterfall, and in the pavilion sits a woman dressed in white. The woman's black hair fell down her chest, and Mo Sang eagerly wanted to take a closer look at the woman's face but could not do so.

The woman bowed her head slightly, and her hands were holding a guqin. The color of the piano is crisp and beautiful, and the person who caress the piano is even more awe-inspiring. Mo Sang jumped up and flew towards the gazebo, the breeze gently blowing on Mo Sang's face with an indescribable apology.

After a while, Mo Sang was in front of the gazebo. The woman who was stroking the qin also seemed to have noticed Mo San, and she gently pressed the strings and stopped playing. The woman stripped off the long hair on her forehead, revealing a delicate and handsome face, and smiled at Moissan.

The smile is sweet and intoxicating, as if the rain and dew moisturize the fields, and like the sound of strings around the ears, people can't calm down for a long time.

"You're here, come and sit. ”