Chapter 1149

"It seems that only in this Lingering Fragrance Mountain Villa, the Lingering Fragrance Mountain Villa that once had his aura, the Lingering Fragrance Mountain Villa that shared memories with him, I … can let my half-cold heart … have some real comfort!"

"Perhaps … you might not know … the origin of this' Lingering Fragrance '…" Yue Ming Xin's voice lowered a few notches. Zhang Xiaohua didn't know if it was because of the lack of Yuan Qi or because of Yue Ming Xin's shyness, but he could almost see the slight redness on Yue Ming Xin's veiled face …

"Spring dreams leave no trace, autumn tent leaves no fragrance."

Yue Ming Xin's mouth murmured. Her face was facing the sky again, almost losing control of her emotions. She said sorrowfully, "Yang Lang, Yang Lang, when were you and I incomparably in love? While reciting this poem, you drew my eyebrows. Is there a need for such happiness in the bedroom?

Such happiness … don't tell me … you don't miss it at all? "

"Even if you have obtained the Immortal Dao, even if you have obtained immortality, but … the Immortal Dao is bleak. Without my company … can you live happily?"

"Ten miles of calm lake filled with frost, every inch of black hair worried about the glorious years. Looking at each other in the shape of the moon, I only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals!"

"Oh, Yang Lang, even ordinary people can understand the logic behind this. Why … are you so stubborn … If … if we weren't seriously injured, I wouldn't have stopped you like this. But … since the path to immortality is impossible to achieve, and you and I have such an ill-fated relationship … why can't you … throw everything aside for me?"

"Perhaps to a woman, no matter if she is a village woman or a fairy, this is a kind of concern. But to a man, it is only a kind of burden, a kind of experience … Yang Lang …"

Yue Ming Xin's voice was no longer as clear as before. It was already filled with sorrow … Sobbing sounds gradually rose …

"Hua hua hua" After a series of flashes, Yue Ming Xin's primordial spirit projection gradually dimmed. At this time, Yue Ming Xin raised her head and said in a helpless tone, "Immortality is perhaps the lifelong pursuit of cultivators of my generation. Emotions should also be a necessity for cultivators of my generation. Without emotions, what joy is there in becoming an immortal?

Fellow Daoist, I've talked for a long time, but I've made a fool of myself!

Well, there's not much time left. Yesterday, I received a message from the Great Master Xuan Kong. He wants to settle his grudge with I at the Nameless Lake at noon today. I know that I provoked Karma at the Dalin Temple last time. The Great Master Xuan Kong's cultivation is not inferior to ours. Now that I's cultivation has regressed, I'm most likely no match for him.

"This wooden hairpin was personally made by I. Originally, I wanted to keep it for Yang Lang to see when he returned. But now … Fellow Daoist, you're here, but Yang Lang still hasn't come. Furthermore, the projection of I's primordial spirit is about to dissipate. I'm afraid … Fellow Daoist, whether you're a man or a woman, I'll leave this wooden hairpin to you. Tell the story of this wooden hairpin to your lover and make him cherish your fate even more!"

"Ten years to meet, a hundred years to cross on the same boat, a thousand years to sleep on the same bed …"

"How can a person's love be judged only by time?

If we're not fated, even if ten thousand years … how can we meet once?

Sigh … it's better to forget each other in the pugilistic world than to help each other in times of need. Xiao Hua, Daoist Xiao … I only understood your words today … "Yue Mingxin suddenly murmured again. Her eyes looked into the distance with some reluctance.

"Xiao Hua?

Who … is this? "Zhang Xiaohua unconsciously stared blankly. She had never heard Wan Wuxin mention this name before.

"But, if it wasn't for you, Daoist Xiao … even if my cultivation was greatly reduced, I wouldn't have fallen into the mortal world … causing such a tragedy …" Yue Mingxin murmured a few words in a low voice. She was almost silent. Then, she raised her head and smiled. "Alright, Fellow Daoist … you know why I call you Fellow Daoist, right? Your true qi is clearly different from the mental cultivation method of the Incense Sect. It must have been hard for you … to listen to my story … for so long … and … the Dalin Temple … Xuan Kong … there's a problem … I'm …"

Hearing Yue Mingxin's tone change, calling herself I and calling her Fellow Daoist, Zhang Xiaohua stared blankly. Hearing Yue Mingxin's words, she seemed to already know that she wasn't a disciple of the Incense Sect. But then … Yue Mingxin's primordial spirit projection gradually dimmed. She didn't even finish her last sentence before turning into a ball of light and dissipating between heaven and earth!

"Sigh, Yue Mingxin, the founder of the Incense Sect, a person at the peak of the Immortal Dao.

But … as a woman … she actually had such a sad and graceful love story!

Carefree Girl, Yue Mingxin, which one is the real Yue Mingxin? "

Seeing Yue Mingxin's primordial spirit projection turn into light and disappear, Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but feel sad. She thought to herself, "When she left behind her primordial spirit projection, Senior Yue didn't know that she would end up being suppressed under the Frown Pagoda.

But even so, she didn't forget to leave a trace of remembrance for Senior Yang, hoping that Senior Yang would come and take a look. Unfortunately, it's already been tens of thousands of years … Senior Yang is nowhere to be found. Senior Yue is suppressed under the Carefree Lake. What is Senior Yang doing?

Senior Yang didn't come, but I … came. This … the 'cause' from tens of thousands of years ago became the 'effect' now. But this' effect 'isn't an ending. Perhaps it's a silent ending! "

"But … Senior Yue's last sentence … what does it mean?

There's a problem with the Dalin Temple's Master Xuan Kong?

What's the problem?

… It's all from tens of thousands of years ago. Even if there's a problem, there's no problem … "

Senior Yue, this little one will remember senior's story. Actually … you might not know, but your story as the Carefree Girl has long been spread around the Carefree Lake. Countless scholars and literati have been reciting the story of the Carefree Girl … although … the story is different from what you said … but … the pursuit of perfection and the pursuit of love is no different from senior's from tens of thousands of years ago … if you knew this … perhaps you would be able to rest in peace at the bottom of the Carefree Lake! "

As he spoke, Zhang Xiaohua looked at the wooden hairpin carved from ordinary peach wood on the table. In his heart, he felt that it was incomparably precious. It was more important than the real purple phoenix hairpin. Zhang Xiaohua reached out and put the four different but identical purple phoenix hairpins into his money pouch. He began to imagine how he would tell Meng the story of the Carefree Girl in the future, how he would personally insert the wooden hairpin into Meng's hair bun, and how he would bite Meng's earlobe and recite the poem 'A spring dream leaves no trace, an autumn tent leaves no fragrance' to her!

But … suddenly, his heart trembled. "Meng is the Saintess of the Demonic Dao, and I am a cultivator of the Immortal Dao. She carries the inheritance of the Demonic Dao of the Tenryū Sect, and I carry the great task of establishing the Beidou school!

This … isn't this … even greater than the difference between Senior Yang and Senior Yue?

This … this is karma. Could it be that you made me travel thousands of miles from Ping Yang City to Carefree City just to give me a warning?

Could it be that … my heart palpitations in Ping Yang City were because of … this … "

For a moment, Zhang Xiaohua was sweating profusely. He felt as if he was being controlled by an invisible hand!

He turned and went downstairs. Zhang Xiaohua stood in front of Yue Mingxin's portrait again. Although her face was covered by a veil, Zhang Xiaohua seemed to be able to see Yue Mingxin's face. He seemed to be able to see her frowning because of love. He also seemed to be able to see a bit of joy and a bit of slyness in her eyes!

"Sigh, forget it." Zhang Xiaohua bowed deeply and muttered to himself, "Senior Yue, if … if Meng is like you, missing me so much that it becomes a disaster, what harm is there in giving up the Immortal Dao and the cultivators of the Immortal Dao?"

"A person's life is only a few decades. If I have Meng's company, my life will not be wasted.

However, if I can help the Tenryū Sect find a Sakra so that the Tenryū Sect's orthodoxy can be passed down, then … will Meng be able to roam the Jianghu with me? "

"But … that won't do. Meng's daughter still has to be the Saintess of the Tenryū Sect … Sigh, I am puzzled. How can the child of Sakra and the Saintess be a daughter?"

The more Zhang Xiaohua thought about it, the more vexed he felt. It seemed that … unless he went to the Tenryū Sect to work as a Sakra, he could only be with Meng. Otherwise … there was no good way at all!

"God, since you let me meet Meng, why did you let me make such a choice?"

Zhang Xiaohua glanced at Yue Mingxin's portrait one last time. He leaped up and flew towards Poyang Town like an arrow, as if he wanted to escape from Mochou City. It seemed that the further he went, the further he would have to choose!

Previously, he had the thought of going to the Tenryū Sect to see Meng, but at this time, the urgency of making a choice had completely killed it. Zhang Xiaohua even thought about what he should do if he saw Sakra and asked him to go to the Tenryū Sect.

After a few days, Zhang Xiaohua returned to Poyang Town. Seeing Zhang Xiaohua's slightly gloomy expression, Li Jinfeng suppressed his astonishment. He didn't ask Zhang Xiaohua how she "flew" back to Poyang Town from the distant Mochou City so quickly. He only asked with faint concern, "Xiaohua, have you finished handling the matter?

We … can go back now? "

Zhang Xiaohua silently nodded.

Qu Zhigao's family regarded Zhang Xiaohua as Master Immortal, so they naturally panicked and didn't dare to say anything.

During the few days when Zhang Xiaohua left, Qu Zhigao had already prepared everything. He even bought two carriages and even hired a coachman to help him drive the other carriage!

At this time, when he saw Zhang Xiaohua coming back and also leaving, he hurriedly prepared the two carriages and invited Zhang Xiaohua to get on. Zhang Xiaohua looked at him and said in a low voice, "There's no need for a coachman. It's so far away, let him make a trip. When we arrive, he will have to come back. I can drive the carriage myself!"

Qu Zhigao was so frightened that he hurriedly stepped forward and smiled apologetically, "Master Immortal, what are you saying? You … are my son's teacher, how can I let you drive the carriage?

Absolutely not, absolutely not! "

"What's wrong with that?"

Zhang Xiaohua's face turned cold and said, "I used to do this many times, don't worry … I won't be worse than you!"

However, the coachman at the side who was driving the carriage had an anxious look on his face as he hurriedly said, "This … Young Master, you … let this humble one do the work. This humble one … My entire family is waiting for this money to live. Shopkeeper Qu gave me three cents of deposit and this humble one has already used it to buy rice. If you drive the carriage and this humble one doesn't go … This humble one doesn't have the money to return to Shopkeeper Qu and this humble one's four year old child … will starve again!"

"This …" When Zhang Xiaohua heard this, she looked at the man's face full of wrinkles, full of traces of wind and frost. He was no different from her father a few years ago. She couldn't help but feel her heart ache and tears almost flowed out!

Then, Zhang Xiaohua seemed to be enlightened. She laughed and hid the tears in her eyes and said, "When I was young, I didn't know the taste of worry and forced myself to say that I was worried. Now that I've tasted the taste of worry, I think it's a cold autumn!

The ancients didn't lie!

Others are still bending over for five buckets of rice, what right do I have to talk about my worries in front of others!

This uncle, please drive the carriage … I will double the fare … "

"Yes, thank you, young master!" The man was overjoyed and a smile appeared on his face!

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