It's midwinter, and Cangshan Mountain is covered with snow.

The entire Jingting Mountain stands like a pair of snow-covered lovers in the sea of ​​clouds.

The top of the sea of ​​clouds, the foot of the mountain of books.

Wearing neon clothes, Mo Wanyun looked as graceful as a giant dragon. Her slender figure stood at the end of the wind and snow corridor, her temples dyed with frost and snow, her long black hair, and her bun full of snowflakes.

Her eyes were as bright as stars, looking at another mountain at the end of the sea of ​​clouds.

The beautiful figure stood there for a long time and sighed quietly: "I never get tired of looking at each other, only Jingting Mountain, but unfortunately that one is not Qingping Mountain."

Mo Wanyun stretched out her hand, and snowflakes fell on her hand one by one. She walked to the other side of the corridor and stopped in front of the blooming winter plum.

Her fingertips got closer to the blooming winter plum, and finally stopped when they were still a little away from the plum blossom.

She thought of distant places, that peach blossom forest and that small peak, where plum blossoms had also bloomed.

Snowflakes fell from the corners of my eyes, making me confused a little bit.

In a daze, she thought of the thin boy, the Gu Yusheng who grew taller and older year by year in her memory, with clear eyes.

Not knowing which event in his memory was awakened, the corners of Mo Wanyun's mouth raised slightly.

She actually wanted to pick a plum blossom as a reminder of winter.

Unfortunately, the plum blossoms in front of me are from Jingting Mountain, not from Qingping Mountain.

Just when she felt a little regretful, a bird appeared from the sea of ​​clouds. Its figure was huge, as if falling from the sky, and the strong wind whipped up by its wings blew the snowflakes around Mo Wanyun's body.

She couldn't help but cover her face with her hands, with a little surprise in her eyes.

She had never seen such a strange bird.

It's just too fast.

In the blink of an eye, the bird was perched on the wintersweet tree in front of her.

Mo Wanyun was secretly on guard.

But I saw it suddenly spread its wings and blew out a strange strong wind from its beak. I saw something falling in the strong wind.

Mo Wanyun had condensed her energy on her fingertips. When her eyes swept over the object in the strong wind, her body trembled.

Snap.

The ice cube wrapped in a plum blossom fell into Mo Wanyun's palm.

Ice cubes are refreshing to the bone.

The frozen plum blossoms inside bloomed extremely brilliantly!

She could even smell the fragrance of plum blossoms.

Mo Wanyun's hand held the piece of ice tightly, fearing that it would melt and that her own temperature would not dissolve the plum blossom.

In the snow.

She stared for a long time, looking at it, with a charming smile on her lips, and two drops of crystal tears quietly fell on the ice in her palm. The hot tears melted the ice, and the plum blossom was in her jade hand.

At this time, the bird flapped its wings impatiently and wanted to fly away.

"etc!"

Mo Wanyun shouted softly, and she picked a plum blossom and handed it to the bird, with a pious and pleading look on her face.

"Can you bring it to him for me?"

"This is the plum blossom of Jingting Mountain."

The blue bird with the blood of ancient spiritual birds tilted its head and stared at the plum blossoms in the hands of the girl in white. It has thousands of years of wisdom, and with a pair of huge wings, it has jumped over countless mountains. In its eyes, humans are as tiny as ants.

.

Only it does not understand human thoughts.

He gave her a plum blossom.

She gave him another plum blossom.

Fly thousands of miles away.

Isn’t it good to look at your own plum blossoms?

The blue bird doesn't understand.

But it was hard to refuse the girl in front of him.

Her tears were like pearls.

I have to fly back anyway.

The bluebird holds a plum blossom in its beak and flutters its wings high again.

"Thanks."

Mo Wanyun was holding plum blossoms in his hands, sitting in front of the porch, leaning on the railing.

The flying snow in the eyes is not as good as the plum blossoms, which are lowered and smelled.

The sound of footsteps disrupted Mo Wanyun's thoughts.

She quietly hid the plum blossom deeply, turned around and walked to the corridor, only to see a great scholar from the Holy Academy Shushan walking slowly, followed by dozens of Shushan disciples.

As soon as these Shushan disciples landed on the ground, they spread out and surrounded the entire Fengxueting.

In the crowd, Mo Wanyun saw his father, Mo Xiaoxiang, smiling apologetically at Master Shushan, who looked solemn. There was hidden worry in that smile, and his eyes kept hinting at something to Mo Wanyun.

Mo Wan Yun stepped forward and stopped, neither humble nor arrogant: "Wan Yun pays homage to Master Jiao Yu, you masters, the seniors of the Holy Academy."

"Wanyun pays homage to father."

Mo Wanyun turned around and was filled with happiness and grace.

Yin Shen, the eunuch of the Holy Academy, had a hint of impatience in his expression. Seeing that Mo Wanyun was generous in giving gifts and extremely decent in etiquette, he reluctantly suppressed his emotions and said, "Miss Mo, since you are already at the foot of the Book Mountain, why have you not entered the holy world for so long?

Hospital? Has your grandfather ever returned?"

Mo Wanyun's eyes showed a little sadness and he shook his head slightly.

One of the oracles was impatient and said directly: "What about the books from the Holy Court? Have you ever brought them back?"

Mo Wanyun took out a small book box and handed it over.

"My grandfather copied this."

Several oracles, academic officers, and instructors hurried forward and surrounded the book box, each using different correction methods to inspect them one by one.

Jiaoyu Yin Shen frowned and said: "Qiu Zhangyu, Si Zhangyu, please send these books to the Holy Court as soon as possible."

"yes."

Two oracles, together with more than a dozen disciples from the Holy Academy, escorted the book box and flew into the sky. Their formation was like flying geese, and they were extremely cautious.

Mo Wanyun's father, Mo Xiaoxiang, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could calm down, he heard Yin Shen ask: "Miss Mo, are there still hundreds of books passed down by saints?"

"I have no idea."

Mo Wanyun shook his head.

"It should be on grandpa."

"snort!"

The oracle just now snorted coldly: "Mo Wanyun, are you pretending to be confused, or you really don't know that your grandfather took the Book of Saints to the Demon City and defected to the Demon Saint!"

Mo Wanyun's delicate body trembled, and her clear eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of mist, with a look of disbelief on her face: "No, no, my grandfather wouldn't do that."

"Haha, the disciples of Shushan have seen this matter with their own eyes, can it be false? We are here today just to verify this matter. If you can hand over all the saint's books, there is still room for maneuver. If

No, your Mo family will be punished for treason!"

Mo Wanyun couldn't help but take a step back, biting her teeth lightly. She glanced at her father, but she saw that Mo Xiaoxiang was so shocked that cold sweat was dripping from his forehead. He had lost his calm a long time ago and said urgently: "Daughter, hurry up, take the rest."

Take out the book."

"Father……"

Mo Wanyun felt like she was struck by lightning, and couldn't say a word for a while. She originally wanted to explain the attack, but when she saw the panicked face, she didn't even have the heart to explain.

Because she understands.

This is a game.

A situation far beyond what she can currently solve.

Suddenly.

She recalled her encounter with the muddy boy at the foot of Qingping Mountain that year.

She originally thought that after spending three years with Gu Yusheng, she would be able to empathize with him.

But now.
To be continued...