The faint moonlight cast mottled shadows on the desk through the branches, and the air was filled with a faint sadness.

Sitting in front of the window, blowing the night breeze, my eyes suddenly became confused. The vast snow eight years ago became an eternal pain for her, and every time she thought about it, her heart still hurt tightly.

"Hey. Murong Zhen sighed lightly, wanting to show irritability in his heart. Under the slightly frowning brow, a pair of eyes contained too much helplessness and pain.

In the mottled light and shadow, dots of blue light jumped and flashed, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance. Thinking of the fluorite that has accompanied me for three years, I feel relieved. Every time I hold it in the palm of my hand, there is such a cool breath that runs through the whole body.

Looking at the 'blue angelica' that was gradually turning to a light color, I couldn't help but reach out and touch it. As soon as the fingertips touched the surface, I clearly felt a trace of chrysalis inside, and when I reconfirmed, there was no change in the slightest.

"Zhen'er, are you sleeping?" With the knock on the door, an elegant figure suddenly appeared outside the door.

Master, why is he here?

"Ahh Not. ”

Gently pushing the door open, I saw the lonely figure sitting quietly in front of the window.

Under the flickering candlelight, there was a deep sorrow in the cold eyes.

Eight years later, she still can't forget it.

"Master!" Murong Zhen called softly.

Wataru came to the window, reached out and closed the window, turned around, and swept his gaze lightly over the table. "It's late at night, go to bed early, and we'll go down the mountain tomorrow." ”

"Down the mountain?" Murong Zhen wondered.

"Just go out and relax. After speaking, he picked up the stone on the table with a faint blue light and played with it. If he's not mistaken, this thing was here three years ago. It seems that the original color is much darker than it is now. "Zhen'er, it's been eight years, and you haven't forgotten it. ”

Murong Zhen sat down at the table and reached out to hand over a cup of tea, his expression was extremely calm. "Master, drink tea. ”

"Zhen'er, do you want to go back and have a look?"

Murong Zhen raised his head suddenly, his eyes met the gentle and elegant handsome face, and the orange candlelight faintly cast a layer of golden light on his side, warm and hazy.

"Zhen'er's 'Fog Clear' is really getting better and better. The white hands picked up the tea cup and gently stirred the tea leaves, and the curling mist accompanied by the faint fragrance of tea came to the face. Take a sip, and the quiet and elegant tea fragrance fills between the lips and teeth.

His eyes swept over the candlelight on the desk, looked at the beloved disciple who was sitting and meditating, and sighed helplessly, "It's not early, rest early." ”

After finishing speaking, he glanced at her helplessly, and then Shi Shiran turned around and left.

"Girl, you're already far away. ”

Talking about the embarrassment, Murong Zhen turned his head in embarrassment. When he came back to his senses, he looked around.

Nobody! No, someone was talking just now. Just as he was wondering, a burst of laughter came again. "Girl, I'm here. ”

Under the bright moonlight, an old man in a dark blue robe was sitting cross-legged on the thick branches.

A trace of doubt flashed, and then he was alert: "Who are you, why are you here?"

In the night, there was a soft sigh, and the old man teased: "Girl, you forgot if you haven't seen you for a long time?" As soon as the words fell, I felt a gust of breeze blowing, which seemed to be real and illusory. Subconsciously turned his head, but saw that the old man was already sitting at the table, leisurely drinking tea alone.

Murong Zhen's brows furrowed slightly, and his face showed a bit of anger.

Damn! Touching my stuff casually.

"That's good! It's really good tea!" The old man ignored Murong Zhen's anger and said very seriously: "Girl, what kind of tea are you?

"Who are you?"

"Girl, you say, what do people live in the world for?"

I didn't expect the old man to ask like this, Murong Zhen couldn't help but be stunned. What do people live for?

Yes, what do people live for?

What about yourself? What are you doing all these years? Why are you so confused now, and you can't find a clue.

Avenge!

Right. Haven't you lived for revenge all these years?

The old man stroked his gray beard and took in Murong Zhen's expression. How could this girl have such a heavy heart at such a young age.

"Girl, your Yuqing Dan can only temporarily suppress the pain, but it can't cure it completely, why don't you be my apprentice, how about I help you improve the prescription?"

Murong Zhen, who was meditating, couldn't help but come back to his senses. 'Who is he, how does he know everything?'

"Girl, be my apprentice!" the old man leaned in with a salivating face. Since he met at the foot of the mountain today, he has been attracted to this girl who exudes a cold breath.

How could this old man be so hateful? Repeatedly pestering scoundrels, it should be more than just trying to accept apprentices!"You go back, I have a master." ”

Looking at the girl's stubborn expression, the old man sighed helplessly. "Girl, you and I are destined, we will meet again. “

Murong Zhen chuckled. When he turned his head, there was still a half-clone figure of the old man, only the fragrance of tea in the room and a cup of steaming tea remained.

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