I don’t know how to repay kindness, and I still have half a trace of sorrow and longing.
"Ah..." A cry that startled countless birds also woke Qing Shui from his wandering thoughts.
"What's going on?" Qing Shui teleported to the source of the sound, which turned out to be a pharmacy.
"Master~Rongrong, look at what happened to Rongrong," Wan'er cried.
Qing Shui's heart tightened for no reason, "Oh, it's okay. He took too many elixirs and may have to be in a coma for a while to digest them properly. Wait, too many elixirs? Ah! My century-old snow fruit, my thousand-year-old dragon ginseng
, my ten-tailed fish bones, two-headed snake gallbladder, and nine-headed phoenix feathers are gone too.”
He turned to look at the sleepy little thing. There was a nine-color feather stuck in the soft hair, and he was holding a ginseng whisker in his paws. When he saw the master lifting it up, the little thing burped with satisfaction.
, spitting out a core, and seeing the master's eyebrows twitching, Song Wan knew that this was a sign that the master was about to get angry.
Not wanting to lose the pet she just got, Song Wan snatched the little thing from Master's hand, hugged it tightly in her arms, turned her back to Master, and said: "Okay, Master, I've eaten everything, and I can't vomit."
"Come out, didn't Master say that everything in the world has its own destiny? Just think of it as the creation of Fluffy. It's useless for Master to keep it..."
"Good fortune? Good fortune has come to my pharmacy. Did you know that these things have saved the master's fortune for most of his life!" All that was left to Qing Shui was Song Wan's petite back. He heard Qing Shui sigh decadently, "Oh, forget it.
If I keep it, it will be given to you in the future, so just go with it."
"Have you packed everything? Let's set off now."
"It's packed, let's go, hee hee." Song Wan stepped forward without hesitation, holding her master's sleeves and walking out.
In Songwan's eyes, she was picked up and brought up by her master. Master, master. As both master and father, there is no need to have any taboos.
Although the mountain road is rugged and difficult to navigate, Songwan, who is about to break through the Taoist realm and enter the realm of Taoism, is not even qualified to prepare side dishes for herself.
Song Wan was as cheerful as a bird entering the deep forest, and the corners of Qing Shui's mouth behind him could not help but turn up slightly. Her mind went back to a hundred years ago, when the Fairy Treading the Snow for the first time she met was also so pure, like the bright sunshine in spring, it made people's hearts wander.
Nuan, it's a pity that I have burdened her because of myself.
It usually took more than an hour to walk the mountain road in less than half an hour. The village at the foot of the mountain was already in sight. Somehow, Song Wan felt inexplicably sad in her heart and slowed down her pace.
A seven-year-old child doesn't know how to hide his thoughts, and all the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are written on his face. Songwan's changes in mood did not escape the master's eyes. Songwan took a few steps quickly and grabbed the master's sleeve. Qingshui asked doubtfully.
: "Why doesn't Wan'er seem unhappy?"
"Wan'er doesn't know, but every time I come here, I feel inexplicably sad. Wan'er is heartbroken!"
Qing Shui Mo Ran, being abandoned like that is a bit hard for a child to accept. Seeing the sorrow in Master's eyes, Song Wan quickly said: "It's not what Master thought. Wan'er feels that she is not abandoned."
I don't know when Songwan began to feel that she could understand her master. That's right, she could understand her master's expression. She knew what it meant.
Qing Shui was speechless, "Wan'er is so cute, how could anyone be willing to abandon her? Of course she is not abandoned."
"Master, can we stay in the village for one night? Wan'er doesn't want to leave again."
"Okay, you can stay here as long as you want."
"Just one night is enough. Wan'er always feels that if she leaves like this, she will miss a lot of things. Maybe she will never get them back in this life." Song Wan said with big tears rolling down her cheeks.
Qing Shui frowned, what's going on? Wan'er has never been like this before. Could it be that she still has the memory of that time? Or is this really her opportunity? Maybe, maybe she practiced too fast and her foundation is a little unstable.
It just so happened that walking around in the world of mortals could help her solidify her basic skills and make breakthroughs easier. Qingshui's thinking did not affect the two of them moving forward, and they quickly arrived at the wooden house where Xiaocun used to live.
Song Wan didn't know the origin of this village. She only knew that she heard from her master that a hundred years ago, she descended from the fairy world and randomly chose Mucang Mountain as her residence. Later, monsters invaded the village and the master who settled on the mountain passed by here and disappeared.
True appearance, resolving the danger through water and fire, subdued the sky-piercing beast and suppressed it in the village, built the small wooden house on the seal. The master once said that monsters have spirits, and if they can correct their evil ways, they can get out of trouble.
Otherwise you will be banned for life.
It was expected that the beast that penetrated the sky would have turned to ashes long ago if it had not been able to escape. The villagers were grateful for Master's life-saving grace, and spread the idea that there was an immortal living in the mountain. This immortal often walked down the mountain, but no one had seen him.
True appearance. There are also rumors that,
That god is the ancestor of the village. Song Wan often heard her master laugh and say: "This is a coincidence. Their ancestors lived in the mountains and left good stories. I also live in the mountains. The village was attacked by the beast that penetrates the sky. They prayed for mercy from their ancestors."
, but I accidentally bumped into him."
Over the past hundred years, Master would come here every once in a while to feel the atmosphere of fireworks in the world. Ten years ago, Master transformed into a young man passing through a village. He told the villagers that he was tired from traveling and traveling and wanted to stay overnight in the village.
One night, the villagers arranged for him to stay in a small wooden house.
Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, the master heard the cry of a little girl, who kept crying, "Father, mother, don't abandon me. My daughter will be obedient. Don't leave." At that time, Qingshui felt that the girl must have been abandoned by her parents.
He also sighed and said, "In today's world, men are superior to women. Although it is not a big deal, leaving children to fend for themselves is too much."
The master originally planned to hand him over to the villagers to raise him, but when he approached, he met his eyes and looked up at him timidly, "Uncle, did I disturb you?"
"Why are you here alone? Where are your parents?"
Later, I often heard Master say, "What kind of eyes did I think they were at that time? They were as pure as if they had never been contaminated by dust, and they seemed to be able to see through the vicissitudes of people's hearts at a glance. I didn't expect that I, Master, would be deceived by you, and I would treat you like this like this."
I brought back the little trouble."
At that time, Songwan was still walking with a little stagger, and her moans were like those of an ordinary child who has not yet been weaned. "Father and mother... they don't want me anymore." At this point, Songwan, who was only two or three years old, began to sob.
Tears rolled down the thin clothes.
Perhaps Qingshui was moved by the cry, and Qingshui took Songwan back to his residence and taught her how to read and practice.
Songwan often heard from her master that her qualifications were very good. She could read and write well within a year. She quickly memorized all the degrees and meridians, and successfully opened up the Ren and Du meridians in just the first try. She also
I remember that my face was covered with sweat, my body was shaking even though it was painful but I refused to make a sound, I was a little timid but looked at my master with an expression of obvious joy.
"Master, I succeeded, right?"
"Yes, it was successful." Seeing the master gently wiping the sweat off her forehead, Songwan felt happy and felt that the suffering she had suffered was worth it.
The master spent ten years helping the girl build the foundation, and in less than a year, he successfully broke through the Dao and entered the realm of transformation without the protection of the master. When the master came back from the mountain, his face was filled with guilt and confusion.
surprise.
In the evening, Master made Songwan's favorite mung bean porridge, but Songwan fell asleep early. "Are you tired? Or did you think of something again?" Qingshui didn't know and felt helpless. In recent years, Songwan always said to him
I often dream, and the scenes in my dreams are almost the same...
In the evening, Songwan woke up with a tired face. She ate a few mouthfuls of porridge and then went back to the hut. She didn't dare to look at the master, not wanting him to see the wet tears in the corners of her eyes. She was stunned for a long time, not knowing what to do.
I wanted to talk to Master, but found that I was the only one in the room, and smiled silently...
Silently, she picked up the sleeping Rongrong, rubbed her soft fur head, and said with a hint of melancholy: "Rongrong, why do you think my parents don't want me anymore? Is Wan'er not good enough? Wan'er can do laundry.
I can cook, I don’t eat a lot, and I can do many things to make my parents happy. Why did I abandon Wan’er? Brother Apeng and the others all have aunties who love them, so why can’t Wan’er do that? Wan’er wants that too...
.”
"Zhizhizhizhi..." "Is this what you said?" At this moment, Wan'er clearly understood that Rongrong was comforting herself. She still had a master! "In this world, only master treats Wan'er the best, but
, Wan'er doesn't want to be teased anymore. She is the child no one wants. 5555"
It was a long night, and I don't know when, Song Wan sobbed and fell asleep in the room. I don't know when, the door of the room opened gently, and the ethereal figure slowly walked to the bed, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and blew them out.
The restless candlelight.
Fluffy, who was lying on the bedside, opened his eyes alertly, saw the visitor and slowly fell asleep again.