() "Huan Lao, um, when will you teach me your skills?" After standing up, Mu Wenxuan couldn't wait to ask, his eyes widened as if they were shining.
Mr. Huan smiled kindly, and then said: "Silly boy, I have already said that becoming a cultivator does not happen overnight. Don't worry. Now that you have just fused the Xingya phalanges, it will take at least three days to fully adapt. During this period, I advise you
You'd better apologize to the little girl from the Meng family properly, and don't miss her good intentions."
After hearing this, Mu Wenxuan remembered what happened to Meng Fanan that morning, and felt a little sorry.
But he thought of the insults and warnings given to him by the three Xiao Langya brothers. Finally, he shook his head helplessly and said with a self-deprecating smile: "I think it's better to forget it. The dream girl is a lady and comes from a wealthy family, but I was born poor.
I have nothing to do with them."
"That's not what I said. Let's not talk about the rest. Just for the matter of Xingya's finger bones, you already owe her a lot of friendship. These are all your responsibilities." Mr. Huan was particularly kind at this time, raising his hand and patting her gently.
He patted Mu Wenxuan on the arm: "As you said, people can be poor, but their ambitions must not be short-lived. Men must learn to take responsibility."
Mu Wenxuan was stunned for a moment, but then his eyes darkened again, he lowered his head and said with a bitter smile: "She doesn't need me to repay anything at all. The Xiao family treats her as a treasure, so I'd better stay away from them so as not to cause trouble to them.
good."
The bleak wind blew gently, and there was a rustling sound in the mountains and forests.
"Wenxuan, once in life, you have already said that you must make a difference. If you are afraid of this and that, will you achieve anything?" Mr. Huan looked up at the sky, and suddenly felt special and deeply moved.
He sighed and said: "Be brave enough to act, love and hate. No matter what the outcome is, in the future, when you think about it, at least you chased it boldly. Don't wait until it doesn't come in time before you know how to regret it."
At this moment, Mu Wenxuan suddenly felt that Huan Lao was particularly tall and majestic.
Every sentence deeply moved Mu Wenxuan's heartstrings. What Huan Lao said was right. Although we cannot predict the future results, the process is often more important than the results. At least if you have done it, you will not leave any regrets.
"I only said this much. You know in your heart whether you have feelings for the little girl of the Meng family. Remember, nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing. Your future achievements will all lie at your own feet. Don't let it happen because of small difficulties.
I will leave myself with lifelong regrets." Huan Lao patted his arm, looked up to the sky and smiled, turning into light blue fluorescence and penetrating into his little finger.
Mu Wenxuan was left standing in the forest. He fell into deep thoughts. He had to admit that he felt admiration for Meng Fanan. This admiration was unprecedented in this world. It was not
Simple appreciation, but strong love.
As for when he felt this kind of admiration, he himself didn't know. It may be in line with the old saying, love cannot be overturned, but it goes deep.
A head of long blue hair has been firmly engraved in his mind.
"Mu Wenxuan, what are you afraid of?" He suddenly raised his hand and slapped his forehead hard. Then his expression became resolute, he clenched his hands into fists, and made a bold decision in his heart.
...
When he returned to the room at night, Mu Wenxuan was lying alone on the bed with his right hand on his pillow, raising his left hand and constantly looking at the strange dream characters on his left hand.
"Hey, kid, why are you always looking at me? Do you think there is something wrong with your sexual orientation?"
"Bah, who's looking at you?" Hearing Huan Lao's voice, Mu Wenxuan rolled his eyes angrily, then put his hands down, looked up at the sky and thought to himself: "Go find Miss Meng tomorrow morning, you should really have a good time
Apologize to her."
Ever since he heard Mr. Huan's teachings to him in the mountains and forests, he finally got rid of the confusion that had surrounded him since childhood. As Mr. Huan said, if people are afraid of this and that, how can they achieve anything?
It all depends on your own hands. Without trying, how can you know the ups and downs, how can you know success or failure?
Of course, what Mr. Huan taught him has now been completely applied to his love for Meng Fanan.
...
Meng Fan'an also had trouble falling asleep that night. Today, he was in a particularly bad mood and was depressed.
Sitting alone on the bedside, thinking sadly about what Mu Wenxuan said to her during the day, she grinned at herself: "Meng Fan'an, why are you so stupid? He is a humble little person, why do you want to follow him?
Where's the anger?"
After thinking for a long time, she turned over and lay on the bed, pouted and murmured: "You are the one who said the words, but don't blame me, Meng Fan'an, Meng Fan'an, you are so stupid, you even took away the family's dream gold.
If you give your bones to that stupid boy, he won't accept your favor at all."
"Stop thinking wildly. If you can't find the second golden bone within three years, your own destiny will be deprived of it. Just take it one step at a time."
The night passed quickly, and the waxing and waning moon hung high in the sky, emitting bright moonlight.
Surprisingly, Mu Wenxuan did not dream that night, nor did he dream the dream that had been surrounding him for three months, but the four familiar sentences were still echoing in his mind.
"The dazzling starry sky shines through the mirror, the Qinghai coral paddlewheel dream, the silver feather feathers pierced through the throat, a cold-winged destiny halberd."
Since there was no need to practice within three days, Mu Wenxuan did not get up too early. In the early morning, he woke up with four sentences that he knew by heart. He blinked and said,
"Ugh, four damn sentences again." Mu Wenxuan muttered to himself. He originally wanted to ask Mr. Huan about these four sentences, but because the two had just gotten to know each other,
There were still a lot of grudges between hearts, but in the end I still didn't open my mouth.
After standing up, he looked out the window and saw that there were already many people walking in the Xiao family courtyard.
"I don't know where Miss Meng is. I have to apologize to her today."
After leaving the room, he walked towards the door, but as soon as he went out, what he saw was the long blue hair. He saw Meng Fanan sitting on the stone steps not far from him, surrounded by many people.
The child kept chirping and chatting with you and me.
"Sister Meng, why didn't you practice today?"
"Yes, Sister Meng, I have a lot of questions to ask you about cultivation. Yesterday, my mother asked me to sit cross-legged, but my legs hurt so much. What should I do, Sister Meng?"
These children are extremely cute, with childish smiles on their faces, and eyes full of innocence and flawlessness. They are at their purest age, like clean pictures, unaware of the dangers and evils of the world. They cry when they want to.
Laugh when you want to, no need for any reason.
It can be seen that Meng Fan'an likes children very much. Sitting among the children, he doesn't look as cold as before. He keeps teasing the children and answers innocent and childish questions, always with a slight smile on his lips.
, accompanied by the morning light of the rising sun, like the first blooming ice lotus.