Qingyun Disciple

() Yun Mo has never felt that the mountain road of Qingyun Mountain is so difficult, just like he has never felt that Qingyun Mountain is so towering and stretching.

Although he behaved extremely free and easy in front of Suru and the others at Dazhu Peak, only he knew the anguish in Yunmo's heart. The inexplicable sense of fate kept impacting his will, so that even though he couldn't stop telling himself Cheer up, but it is inevitable that there will be a sense of powerless frustration in my heart.

He clearly knows all of this, and has made so much effort, resulting in such a big change, but everything seems to be like a private passenger minibus, although the distance is far from the official route, but the road After a long circle, he finally returned to a destination that had already been determined.

It's as if everything happened in reverse, as if there was an authoritative will in the dark that determined the result early on, while other processes were all derived from this fixed result.

But to Yun Mo, all his efforts seemed to be a joke—not only failed to achieve any expected results, but also seemed to have played some role in fueling the progress of all events—his crippled The right arm and the damaged dantian added a sense of sadness and irony to him.

He couldn't accept it, and he really couldn't figure it out: Mingming and Lu Xueqi had known each other since childhood, and there was an inexplicable but incomparably tacit relationship between them, but why she suddenly looked sideways at Zhang Xiaofan? How much blood did he vomit?Obviously little Bi Yao has never experienced any tragedy at home, and her parents are living a happy life, yet she falls in love with a slutty boy like Zhang Xiaofan?Obviously, I have countless opportunities to change the outcome of everything, but why does the superposition of countless times of work bring everything back to the original point?Obviously happiness is very close to me, but why was I suddenly thrown into the abyss?

All of this is too weird and absurd, making him unbelievable, but it makes him faintly have an absurd idea: Is there really a certain tyrannical existence that can control the general trend of the world, and has written all the scripts in advance, For example, a saint, or... the way of heaven.

This thought was fleeting in his mind, but it was like a thorn firmly planted in his heart, causing him to feel a small gray emotion involuntarily.

For some reason, he suddenly recalled many years ago, when he was still in another world, he searched so hard to break through the hurdle of refining qi.Looking back now, he felt vaguely that those gray years were indeed the happiest time in his life—at least at that time, he always had a clear goal in life, and he always had hope even after failure.But when I really stepped into this magical world and got a super high starting point, I felt so powerless.

His fate seems to have drawn a big circle, and practice has not changed his fate. Whether he lives on Qingyun Mountain or in a university dormitory, he cannot control his fate in his own hands.

This feeling really sucks.Therefore, for the purpose of venting or relaxing, Yun Mo did not fly in the sky as usual, but walked down the mountain step by step along the mountain road.

Qingyun Mountain stretches for hundreds of miles, with undulating peaks and peaks. There are seven peaks at the highest, soaring into the clouds. On weekdays, you can only see white clouds surrounding the mountainside, and you don't know the true face of the mountain top.Qingyun Mountain is densely covered with forests, waterfalls and strange rocks, rare birds and animals, and it is famous all over the world for its secluded and dangerous scenery.

But it's a pity that Yunmo has practiced in the mountains for many years, but he didn't pay attention to visit these scenic spots.Now I am walking step by step among the mountains, passing through the clouds, crossing the jungle, stepping over the stream, washing my face in the clear spring, criss-crossing among the cliffs, eating the wind and drinking the dew, but I feel at ease in my heart.He saw that the Qingyun Mountain has gone through many ups and downs but still remains majestic, he saw the mountain wind whistling and the clouds changing, and he saw the joy and joy from the heart of the panda Xiaoxiao, and he somehow dissipated the stagnant energy in his chest a little.

Yun Mo is an open-minded person, or he has a lot of nerves. If he can't figure out things, he simply doesn't get into the horns. Although his heart is still full of depression, he can temporarily put these gray emotions behind him. , let go of his heart, and had a good time with Xiaofeng, so much so that he left the mountain gate for two full days, but he still hadn't walked out of the range of Qingyun Mountain Range.

He happily took a big bite of the fresh wild fruit that Panda Xiaoxiao picked from nowhere, and Yun Mo leisurely strolled in the forest, the sun shone through layers of leaves and printed mottled light and shadow on his body, The tip of his nose gently sniffed the strange smell of rotting leaves in the air, and he felt an indescribable sense of leisure, so that a faint contradictory thought faintly arose in his heart - he wanted to find it as soon as possible. The way to solve their own injuries, but they are greedy for this kind of comfortable life that is free from worries, pressures and troubles.

Although he knew in his heart that he was doomed to find it difficult to enjoy this kind of leisure, and would eventually have to face everything that came next, but the human heart was so weird, the more he knew what didn't belong to him, the more he wanted to fight for it; Knowing that the years will pass away soon, but still want to stay in the inn for more - Yun Mo vaguely remembers that in the world he lived in the first time, he named this kind of psychology: procrastination.

"Shushasha..." A tree shook its leaves.

The panda Xiaoxiao, who ran wildly just now and didn't know where to hide in the forest, left the bushes and got out with a "Hula".Yun Mo glanced lazily, and saw that this guy was carrying another big unknown fruit in his arms, and ran back galloping on three legs with a silly smile on his face. Hastily stretched out his left arm to hold it firmly, let the guy stuff the bright red fruit into his mouth first, then stretched out his warm and dexterous tongue to greet his left ear familiarly Come.

A hot current spread from the ears with a tingling comfort, and traveled along the spine all over the body. Yun Mo held the fruit in his mouth without biting it, rubbed his little furry face with the side of his face, and walked leisurely. Bu Zi continued to walk down the mountain.Not long after, I heard a thin and dense sound of "snoring and snoring" coming in, but it was the little guy who was tired from playing and fell asleep in Yunmo's arms.

Feeling the weak hot wind blowing to the left side, Yun Mo suddenly realized that it seemed that he hadn't been so intimate with Xiao Xiao for a long time, and hadn't played with it for a long time. The little guy was so excited these two days, I'm afraid it wasn't just the Because the environment of the mountain forest is in line with its nature, and more because it is rare for me to play with it so freely.Thinking of this, Yun Mo suddenly felt a little sad. He calculated that he had been in seclusion for five years. , How lonely the little guy will be in his heart.

Yun Mo suddenly thought of Lu Xueqi, Suru, and the senior brothers on the mountain. It seemed that he hadn't communicated with them for a long time, just like he didn't know when Lu Daxin broke through the imperial object, and didn't know how Tian Linger sneaked in with them. When Qi Hao developed together, she didn't know how worried Suru was because he was making trouble outside.At this moment, Yun Mo suddenly felt that he had failed completely, that he failed to change the general trend of the world externally, and internally ignored the scenery around him.

It seemed that everything he did was a "wrong" word!

Tightly wrapping her arms around her little arms, Yun Mo strode towards Xiang with a feeling of depression and laziness.

At this time, a bright sun shines all over the body, the forest of Qingyun Mountain has come to an end, and the sight of Heyang City stands firm.