The dream-like journey ended without warning. She shuttled through this cold city like a zombie every day, lingering for breath, leaving Mu Zili, Yifeng, and the world.
Everything is buried deep in my heart.
No one knew her suffering and pain. Whenever people were quiet at night, she would always look at the green bamboo leaf in amber and feel sad.
As time went by, she gradually couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams. Even Mu Zili's appearance was blurred, and she could only vaguely remember the green shirt. Whenever the wind blew, the fragrance of vegetation sliding through the air would make the corners of her eyes sour inexplicably.
swell.
It's Mid-Autumn Festival again, and the full moon is in the sky.
She felt melancholy in her heart, but she couldn't remember why. She only felt a dull pain in her heart when she raised her head to look at the moon.
There seemed to be something missing in the small courtyard outside the window, and the smell in the air was different from usual.
These days, she has become thinner and thinner, but her five senses have become more and more acute.
"Who?" She stood in front of the window and shouted softly.
When the sound of "Meng'er" came into her ears, she saw a man in a green shirt walking out under the moonlight, with handsome features, as if she had seen him before.
When she was stunned, the man slowly walked to the window and said softly: "Meng'er has been waiting for a long time."
The warm voice and the handsome but affectionate eyes looked straight into her heart.
She put her trembling hands on his perfect cheek, and the slightly cool touch awakened her memory bit by bit.
"Senior Brother Mu?" She called him hoarsely. Mu Zili was right in front of her, but she couldn't believe it, fearing that everything was just a dream.
Mu Zili held her hand and looked at her with a smile, the affection in his eyes was as deep as before.
But she frowned and glared at him and said: "It's really you! You dead piece of wood, rotten piece of wood, I thought I would never see you again..." She was angry and resentful of him in her heart, and now she was letting it all out.
Like an angry child.
The hand held by Mu Zili tightened slightly, and he said slowly: "I'm sorry for causing Meng'er to worry."
Just looking at him like this, she had the illusion that she was still in that other world and had never left.
At this time, a piercing whistle suddenly sounded in the distance, bringing her thoughts back, and she was shocked to realize that she was not the real purple jade butterfly, and everything that happened there was probably a dream of that butterfly, and she was just
He is the one who accidentally broke into this butterfly dreamland.
Now that I wake up from the dream, I should naturally tell Mu Zili everything truthfully.
"I'm not Xi Meng." She didn't dare to look at him. She just looked up at the night sky and said, "This is not the place you should be. You should leave quickly before anyone finds you."
The world she lives in is too cruel and ruthless. If anyone knows Mu Zili's identity and abilities, they will definitely try their best to capture him and send him to do various experiments. Maybe they will drain his blood and put him to death.
His body was made into a specimen and put on display in a museum where tickets were sold.
When this thought came to her mind, she couldn't help but shudder, but Mu Zili's figure gradually became transparent, and the next moment he was in her study, holding her in his arms.
"Don't be afraid, Meng'er! Those mortals can't see me."
"Really?" She naturally knew what he was capable of, but she still trembled when she remembered that when Cang Xuan injured him so badly that only a withered skeleton was left.
"When did I ever deceive Meng'er? With the help of my master that day, my soul was preserved. Now that I can form a human form, most of my spiritual power has been restored. If I don't want to see people, they will definitely not be able to see them.
Come to me."
Hearing what he said sincerely, she relaxed a little and thought that he probably knew her identity already, otherwise he wouldn't have come here to look for her, and she felt guilty and uneasy.
"No matter what, you should leave quickly. This is not the place for you."
Seeing that she wanted to drive him away, Mu Zili said hurriedly: "Actually, I have never left Meng'er. The amber in the basin was made of Meng'er's tears, and the green bamboo leaf
It’s my soul. Only with Meng’er’s careful care can I condense it into shape again.”
"Why don't you understand?" She shook her head and frowned, "I... take a good look at my face and my eyes." She stepped away from his arms and pointed at herself and Shi Menghao.
The face with no similarities, the dark pupils flashing, and the emotion was a little excited, "As you can see, I am just a mortal, not a butterfly monster like a dream, that is all just a dream. You have woken up from the dream, you
Even if you followed me here, so what? I'm happy that you are fine, but that's all."
She was really happy to see him again. At least, she would no longer regret that dream.
But the moment I woke up from the dream, many things were destined to be fruitless.
He is the most proud disciple of his master, and he will eventually return to Mount Wangyou to cultivate immortality with his master.
And she was just a mortal of flesh and blood, and there was a gap between them that could never be crossed.
Mu Zili, who was only a few feet away, had a sluggish expression on his face, but without a moment's hesitation, he took up her hand with a flick of his sleeves, held it tightly, and said seriously: "No matter how you look on the surface, it's all you." I was thinking and thinking in my heart,
I will always love you. Whether you are a butterfly demon or a mortal, there is no difference to me."
Hearing this, she was shocked all over, and her heart felt warm.
Just listen to him continue to say: "Meng'er, do you still remember that when you were in Bingzhou, you said you wanted to cultivate immortality with me?"
"Of course I remember, but at that time I..." She was still a purple jade butterfly with thousands of years of practice, but now...
Seeing her hesitation, Mu Zili suddenly raised his hand and gently covered her lips without waiting for her to finish speaking.
"Now, is Meng'er still willing to go back to Forget You Mountain to cultivate immortality with me?" Mu Zili's expectant eyes left her with nowhere to hide.
His invitation was too tempting, and she was already a little excited in her heart, but she still worried about her mortal status, and couldn't help but feel inferior and said: "How can a person like me go to such a fairyland and wonderland? Moreover, if the master knew about me,
Being so ordinary, I'm afraid you will regret accepting me as your disciple."
Her voice was very low, and she just felt that she should not have concealed her identity from the master in the first place.
"Silly girl, how can you hide your thoughts from me?" In the quiet night sky, a breeze suddenly blew, and the hearty laughter and words that came with the wind made her raise her head suddenly, and even the people beside her
Mu Zili was also slightly surprised, and they both looked out the window.
I saw a black figure slowly falling from the air. The dim moonlight shone on the animal bones with his hair tied up, shining with a strange cold light. The beard on his face was trembling slightly in the wind. He looked at the shocked people in the room with a smile.
Two people.
"What? It's just that you don't bow to your teacher when you see him. Why do you still show such an expression as if you've seen a ghost?" The person who came had a loud voice, and it was Gu Huai, the god of martial virtue.
Upon hearing this, Mu Zili in the room hurriedly led Xi Mengfei to the courtyard, then knelt down and kowtowed: "Disciple, pay homage to Master!"
Si Meng on the side was still in a dream, her eyes widened as she couldn't believe that the master had actually come to this world. The moment he landed, she couldn't help but lift up her sleeves and rub her eyes hard.
When she raised her head and opened her eyes again, Gu Huai was waving to her, "Meng girl, what are you still doing? I came to pick you up personally, isn't it sincere enough? Since you have gone through the apprenticeship ceremony, you are my disciple of Wangyou.
How can I not know your identity as a teacher?"
"This..." Simeng suddenly felt ashamed, lowered his head and bowed respectfully, "Disciple has met the master!"
"Hahaha! OK, OK! Get up, everyone, get up!"
Gu Huai was so happy that he stepped forward to help them both up, and then said: "Little Lingge is looking forward to you every day in Wangyou, so let's go and become my master!"
"Yes! Master." The two of them responded in unison. When Shi Meng heard Master mention spiritual songs, he was already full of expectations for the journey of forgetting worries that was about to begin.
Suddenly, the small courtyard was filled with brilliance, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, virtual and real, like a dream or an illusion. Mu Zili held Shi Meng's hand tightly, the two looked at each other and smiled, and in an instant they disappeared with Gu Huai in the dazzling brilliance.