() Mu Wenxuan stood alone by the creek, feeling a little desolate in his heart.
"There are many things in life that are free of charge." Little Thumb's Huanlao sighed slightly.
Mu Wenxuan did not speak, looking at Nan Xiang's thin back. He was filled with various emotions that no one knew. He also did not tell anyone about the deep love he felt in his heart.
This kind of love is different from the one for Meng Fan'an. It is a feeling accumulated after experiencing several life and death separations. It can be as deep as blood and as light as a feather. However, because of Meng Fan'an, Mu Wenxuan
I really don’t know how to face this feeling, let alone how to accept it.
"Little mosquitoes, it has been difficult to become a saint since ancient times. If you love, why bother to fake it?" Huan Lao sighed slightly: "Love is born out of purity. Love is pure and flawless. If you are so timid, no matter whether it is for dreams
It’s unfair for the youngest daughter in the family, or this girl from the south.”
A burst of simple words aroused ripples in Mu Wenxuan's heart, and he fell into deep thought for a long time.
For Nan Xiang, Mu Wenxuan also had an unexplainable, indescribable, and indescribable feeling. After experiencing countless separations of life and death, he realized that life was hard-won and that he had never dared to face the love.
A moment came to mind deeply, especially the way Nan Xiang cried for him, hugged him tightly and shouted.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
Mu Wenxuan sighed deeply. He didn't reply. He sat by the stream and gently washed his face and rinsed the wounds on his shoulders. Then he jumped into the water and looked up to the sky with a roar, accompanied by
Hearing the suddenness of his voice, the cold water gradually calmed him down: "Since everything has gone, let's go. There are many things going on, but it all comes down to one's heart. If we are destined to stay together, we will meet again sooner or later."
...
Xiao's backyard in Hongyun City.
This place is no longer as lush as it was when Mu Wenxuan first arrived. In autumn, fallen leaves are falling all over the mountains and plains.
I saw a woman with long blue hair and a melancholy face, sitting alone next to a stream, her feet rippling in it, feeling a slight coolness.
This scene has become the long-lasting scenery of the Xiao family. Almost every day and night, this woman will sit here, her face always as cold as frost, and her eyes mixed with casual sadness. No matter who persuades her, there is no
effect.
There was light red blood flowing in the stream, which made her a little lost in thought, and she hummed softly: "Brother Wenxuan, I miss you. I miss you so much that we can drink the water of the Yangtze River together without seeing you."
"Brother Wenxuan, when will you come back?" He gently lifted up the red blood in the river with one hand, making Meng Fan'an feel in a trance, and tears flowed inexplicably from his eyes: "Brother Wenxuan, come back soon,
I really miss you."
...
As for the way back to Nan's home, Nan Xiang, Nan Lulu, and Liu Jianjie's mother were traveling together.
Nan Xiang walked alone at the front, his mind filled with broken five-flavor jars, with all kinds of emotions constantly echoing and surging.
"Sister, sister, why don't you take brother Wenxuan with you?" Nan Lulu followed behind, her childish little face blinking with confused eyes.
This sentence disrupted Nan Xiang's thoughts and made Nan Xiang pause for a moment. Then he scratched Nan Lulu's nose with a wry smile: "Little Lulu doesn't understand. Brother Wenxuan already has his sweetheart, and sister
After all, we are not the same people as him, so why should we go together?"
"Sister, you're lying. You obviously like Brother Wenxuan, and it's written all over your face."
Embarrassed for a moment, Nan Xiang's face suddenly turned red, and he was speechless. He didn't know what to say.
"Miss Nanxiang, don't you know if I have something to say or not?"
"Auntie, you just say it's okay." Liu Jianjie's mother spoke at this time, and Nan Xiang quickly motioned for her to continue. She respected these people of the older generation very much.
Liu Jianjie's mother found a tree, rested slowly, took a deep breath and said, "Miss Nanxiang, why are you doing this? Love is pure and sacred, and it should not be affected by anything.
Concealing something, let alone deceiving it, Xiao Lulu is right, since you like it, you should boldly pursue it instead of being evasive."
"But...but aunt, there is a kind of love that is selfless."
"How do you say this? Can you call it selfless when you leave Mr. Wenxuan? Will this kind of selflessness make him feel happy?" Liu Jianjie's mother spoke at this time and said slowly: "I can leave from Wenxuan
I can see in the young master's eyes that he is reluctant to leave you. He still has feelings for you.
Feelings exist, maybe he still has a very important girl in his heart, but I think love is pure, and this purity is not just unique. I can see that Mr. Wenxuan is not a beautiful person, he can
There are absolutely very few people who can tempt him."
Nan Xiang was stunned by this sentence and said in shock: "This... how is this possible? Mr. Wenxuan treats me... this is impossible."
"There is nothing impossible about this. This is the so-called "obsession with the authorities". Liu Jianjie's mother said slightly: "As a person involved, you don't know it clearly, but as an outsider, I can see it very clearly."
After being shocked for a long time, Nan Xiang fell into deep contemplation and suddenly murmured to himself with a wry smile: "So what, I will eventually turn into a bow and be separated from Wenxuan by life and death. I will go on the Phoenix Stage to keep my appointment."
, waited all night, and from then on we howled thousands of miles south and north of the Yangtze River. This is destined to be our fate."
No one knows what these words mean. Only Nanxiang understands in his heart that this is the destined result of a dream. Even if the beauty grows old, the beauty will fall and the person will die. Miss Nanxiang, you have to think
It’s clear.”
...
Back to the topic, everything is over, and Mu Wenxuan is rarely free.
Everyone who had been dispersed all embarked on the journey, and Mu Wenxuan did the same. It took him half a month to organize himself. The fatigue he had suffered these days gradually recovered a lot, and the oath was finally perfected.
And not only that, in the past half month, Mu Wenxuan's strength has improved again, completely absorbing the green totem of the blood-horned bat, as well as the yellow totem of the giant lizard, and now only the ring finger of his left hand can be seen
Above, there are twelve faint rays of light emitting, which have reached the level of full connection of the twelve constellations.
Although he has been in danger many times this time, it can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, and the rewards are self-evident. What will greet Mu Wenxuan next will be the condensation of the second ring, and the search for the second golden bone, the golden bone of ice.
Whereabouts, only in this way can the marriage between Meng Fan'an and Master Shen be solved, and can it be recognized by the Meng family of the nine ancient tribes, so that lovers can fall in love with their families.