Peach blossom peak.

Annex.

Mo Wanyun was dressed in a white sable fur, a shawl filled with snow, sitting by the window, his feet hanging on the chair and wandering, his hands were pestle and his chin, his cheeks were shallow, a pair of bright eyes looked at the frost and snow outside the window, and a cold plum bloomed quietly in the corner of the wall, refreshing his nose and fragrance.

The incense charcoal is warm, and the Accord is full of bookish atmosphere.

Mo Fanchen, the great Confucian of the Holy Academy, was holding a book of saints' rites, and there was a fragrant tea steaming in front of him, and he was looking at it intently.

Mo Wanyun reached out to catch the snow and let the snow melt in the palm of her hand, she had never cared about the shape of the snowflakes, but today, she thought about it carefully.

Nothing to do with the wind.

Nor about snow.

It's just a little boring.

The cold wind blew gently, and the snowflakes fell on her sideburns, and she dusted her fingertips lightly, and the snowflakes swept with the wind one by one.

"It turns out that the snow scene of Qingping Mountain is also extremely beautiful."

Mo Wanyun thought so in her heart.

But she always felt that there was something missing in this silver-covered world, she looked at the peach blossom forest under the peach blossom peak, and in the white snowy scene, the ridge of the small courtyard was also covered with frost and dust, as if isolated from the world.

Finally, Mo Wanyun waited until a young man returning from the wind and snow appeared on the long path, her eyes suddenly became bright and bright, she opened the window, wanted to ride on, and was afraid of alarming her grandfather who was concentrating on reading, so she tiptoed up and stretched her head out of the window.

In Mo Wanyun's eyes, the bearskin jacket Gu Yusheng was wearing looked a little bloated, and he was a little restrained in his feet and arms when he walked.

Mo Wanyun seemed to think that this was not good, and raised her sleeves to cover her face, but she had always been very arrogant, and she had never shown the appearance of a little girl in front of the young man.

The girl's mind was difficult, she silently clenched her fists, and couldn't find a reason for it, muttering: "Such a good bearskin jacket, I don't know how to cherish it, and I will beat him when I have time." ”

Mo Wanyun made up for the appearance of Gu Yusheng, and once again showed an arrogant smile on his face, at this time, Mo Daru's somewhat gray frost hair stretched out from the window, and gently knocked on Mo Wanyun's head with a book in one hand.

"Wanyun, let you read, why did you desert again?"

Mo Wanyun flattened her mouth.

"Grandpa, I have a book."

Mo Fanchen stood with his hands in his hands, standing behind the threshold and looking at the cold plum.

"Then you carry it and I'll listen to it."

Mo Wanyun collected her thoughts and said silently: "Hanmei was born in a secluded courtyard, no one appreciates it and she is alone, a gentleman cultivates morality, it is not a festival of poverty and ambition......"

Mo Fanchen listened for a while, and then said, "Wanyun, do you know the simple truth in this book of saints?" ”

Mo Wanyun nodded, a little dazed, and said with rare modesty: "Grandpa, I didn't understand it in the past, but now I may understand a little." ”

Mo Fanchen said meaningfully: "Wanyun, you, you don't have to look at that kid at the window every day, let alone feel that he suffers from the unfairness of Qingyunmen, snubbed, many things, there are two sides, the road of life, cultivation depends on the individual, a momentary detour, may not really be able to see the scenery on the road, grandpa knows, the kid in the peach blossom forest saved your life, you must be wondering, I, who is a grandfather, why don't I say anything at all, don't worry, the most difficult thing to repay in this life is human affection, from now on, you have to practice more." ”

Mo Fanchen turned around and took out a bag from the bookshelf and put it on the tea table.

"There is a Bodhi fruit from Xianhuzhou inside, this thing is extremely precious, it is very helpful for your cultivation, don't waste it easily."

Mo Wanyun's eyes lit up.

"Grandpa, I'll take it."

"Go to practice, don't disturb me studying, your father passed the book yesterday and asked about your cultivation, if you fall to practice in Qingping Mountain, you have to go back to the Holy Courtyard early......

Mo Wanyun's eyes were like jade, and she nodded silently.

"Grandpa, I'll work hard to cultivate."

Peach Blossom Forest.

Small courtyard.

A candle with yellowish light.

The frost and snow outside the window are miserable.

Gu Yusheng sat alone at the wooden table, counting the things given by the sect in the baggage, several cultivation codexes, the codex recorded the cultivation experience from the Yuan Fetus to the Bone Refining Realm, Gu Yusheng read it carefully for a while, and felt that the contents recorded in these codexes helped him a lot, especially in some details of daily practice, which were elaborated in detail, making up for the places he ignored in his daily practice.

He is not a disciple of the Six Peaks, and he is usually taught by elders and karmic teachers, so he can only practice on his own.

Now that he has these codexes, he can usually focus more on his cultivation and allocate his time more reasonably.

Reading a few codexes, Gu Yusheng twisted the wick in his hand and exhaled silently.

Although he went to the Temple of Things today and didn't find out how many sect contribution points he had, he was very satisfied with the rewards that the sect gave him in the last Demon Hunting Forest trial, although these codex are not cultivation cheats, but their preciousness is no less than the cultivation cheats, after all, the path of cultivation depends on individuals, and few people are willing to share the path they have traveled with others.

Thinking of this, Gu Yusheng was secretly grateful to the seniors of the sect who wrote this codex.

Since he entered the Qingyun Gate, his cultivation is like walking blindly on the rough sea, but now, the cultivation experience in these codexes has allowed him to find a lamp to guide the way in the dark.

Gu Yusheng got up, stared at the bamboo forest bent by frost and snow outside the window, and said secretly in his heart: "Gu Yusheng, you must cherish everything you get, don't live up to yourself, don't live up to time." ”

Next to the Codex, there are two boxes, one box contains dozens of medicinal materials, which are not precious, but they have been prepared, which can be used to bathe and cleanse oneself and expel the dusty qi in the body, which is not directly helpful for cultivation, but can play a refreshing role.

Gu Yusheng didn't care too much, he practiced in the cold cave every day, and these medicinal materials didn't help him much.

I picked up another box, and there were a few spirit fruits in the box, these spirit fruits can also have the effect of cutting the marrow of the I Ching, and in the hall of things, they can be exchanged for sect contribution points.

Gu Yusheng put them one by one into the wine gourd.

When he was about to put the last one, he was slightly stunned.

"What is this fruit?"

Gu Yusheng picked up a dark red fruit, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently, a refreshing aroma shocked his spirits.

"It smells so good!"

Gu Yusheng always felt as if he had seen this fruit somewhere, and he couldn't remember it for a while.

Tuk tuk!

Right now.

In the frost and snow, there was a knock on the door of the small courtyard.

Gu Yusheng pushed open the door, and under the faint candlelight, behind the door stood Mo Wanyun's beautiful white figure, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

"Miss Mo? It's so snowy outside, why did you get here? ”

Gu Yusheng was a little surprised.

Subconsciously reached out and grabbed Mo Wanyun's wrist, turned around and walked into the house.

"Come inside, the snow is melting, it's cold."

Gu Yusheng walked a few steps and found that his hand had the power to resist, he realized something, stopped under the eaves, and under the candlelight, Mo Wanyun was staring at him with a pair of eyes, and he couldn't tell if he was angry or what.

"That, Miss Mo, I forgot."

Gu Yusheng hurriedly withdrew his hand and scratched his head honestly.

"This is no place to hide in a cave."

"Hmph."

Mo Wanyun hung the oil-paper umbrella on the wall and stepped on Gu Yusheng's instep as before.

"I'm passing by, come here to have a look, and see if you've been frozen into a wild bear by this day."