Mu Lin felt that she might have underestimated her master.
It was a rare occasion for the master and disciple to sit down and have a meal together. After the meal, Mu Lin cleared the bowls and chopsticks, and the master and disciple went for a walk on Baiwan Mountain together.
The sun has sunk below the sea level, but the night does not seem dark. After all, the stars are shining and the moon is bright, covering the surrounding scenery with a faint glow.
The sea breeze blew in from afar, cool and moist, instantly dispelling the sultry summer night. Mu Lin squinted his eyes in enjoyment, "If only it could be like this forever..."
Mu Lin is actually quite easy to satisfy. If she didn't have so many burdens, she would definitely be able to live a simple and happy life.
It's a pity, who in the world is not struggling in the furnace? Those who seem to be carefree are just carrying the burden for others. Even if they are so dedicated, how long can they last
Before Mu Lin came back, there were many things she couldn't wait to tell her master, but when she really met her master, she didn't have so much to say.
In the fairyland Yingzhou, in front of her cool and elegant master, the hustle and bustle outside suddenly faded away, leaving only the peace and tranquility of the moment.
Zhechuan was not a talkative person either. The master and disciple walked side by side, their white sleeves fluttering in the wind. One was indifferent, the other calm. From a distance, they looked like a perfect couple.
"It's getting late, let's go back."
Mu Lin nodded. She rushed back to Yingzhou from the North Sea and cooked a table full of dishes. She was indeed a little tired, so she went back to the bedroom to rest early.
The master and disciple then returned to their respective bedrooms to rest.
Mu Lin used a long whisk to sweep the dust in the room, then lay on his soft bed, smelling the familiar scent of the crystal orchid and fell asleep peacefully, without any dreams that night.
The next day, Mu Lin woke up in high spirits. She changed her clothes and walked towards the East Pavilion in a very good mood.
Mu Lin wanted to find some records about the Yushu Divine Grass. She heard Mo Wangchen say in the East Pavilion yesterday that the Yushu Divine Grass could condense souls and recall the dead, which made her very concerned.
Could she also hope a little that one day she could reunite her father's soul
Mu Lin looked through all the books about immortal plants but couldn't find any relevant records, which made her a little frustrated. She looked away from the book in her hand and unconsciously raised her head to the top. A thought slowly arose in her mind: could it be on the top floor
The books on the top floor were banned by her master. They were the only ones she had not read. If there were any records, they could only be there.
Mu Lin climbed up slowly, feeling a little distressed. What should she do if her master got angry with her
Finally she decided to take a look.
If the ban was still there, she would come down quietly and pretend nothing had happened; if the ban was gone, it would mean that the books could be read, so naturally there would be nothing wrong... Of course, the second possibility was very small.
Mu Lin slowly walked up to the top floor, stood on the wooden floor, and looked at the neatly arranged layers of books in surprise. The ban was actually gone.
Mu Lin walked up to the bookshelf, took down each book in turn and looked at the cover. When he saw a book titled "Rare and Exotic Herbs", he took it down directly.
This should be the one...
Mu Lin opened it and indeed found the Yushu Magic Grass in the category of Resurrection.
The records in the book are very detailed. Yushu Magic Grass is a kind of magic grass that grows on Yueshen Mountain. It is extremely unique and beautiful. Its leaves are like ginkgo leaves, dark blue all over, and the veins are silver. There is also a simple diagram on the side.
Mu Lin vaguely remembered that he had seen it somewhere, but couldn't remember where it was for the moment, so he continued to read the introduction to its uses.
As long as you can find the place where the soul is scattered, you can use the Yushu Divine Grass to gather the soul and recall the dead. The magic of the Yushu Divine Grass is that it can be achieved by humans, immortals, demons, ghosts and monsters.
However, because it is too powerful, the conditions for use are extremely harsh. It must be used by someone who has a deep obsession with the deceased and nourishes it with his own blood every year. This needs to last for ten thousand years for the flower to bloom.
Such harsh conditions further confirmed what Mu Lin was thinking, and slowly raised a glimmer of hope in her. If her father could be resurrected...
She has endured for such a long time, it is impossible for her to lose her patience. She will definitely go to Yueshen Mountain to look for the Yushu Divine Grass, but not now.
Mu Lin's fingers were carefully tracing the simple sketch of Yu Shu's magical grass. Suddenly he stopped, put his fingertips on the tip of his nose and sniffed lightly, and a strange color flashed across his gorgeous peach blossom eyes.
She used water magic to sweep the paper, and the words and pictures on the paper seemed to be washed away, gradually turning into another picture - a half-length portrait of a woman.
Mu Lin looked at the portrait and fell silent.
The appearance of the woman in the painting was very similar to hers, even the shape of her peach blossom eyes was 80% similar, but Mu Lin was sure that it was not her because her temperament was completely different.
A crystal orchid was pinned on the woman's soft and thick long hair, fresh and elegant like an orchid in a valley. Her picturesque eyebrows and eyes contained the tenderness and affection that came from the misty rain of the south of the Yangtze River.
To be able to depict a person's expression so vividly, the artist's skill must be very high... or the deep emotions invested in it, no one would believe that they were not his closest relatives.
What's more, there is a line of small words below: I love you, all my life.
A sentimental love story, yes? No
Mu Lin is not a fool, but she has never seen her master's handwriting. She needs to confirm one thing now, urgently... Her mind is a little confused... She hopes it is not what she imagined.
Mu Lin pursed her lips tightly, and her hand trembled slightly as she put down the page. After a long time, she seemed to come to her senses suddenly, and hurried downstairs, her face pale and her eyes empty.
Mu Lin did not notice that light white dust gradually floated above the open page of the book that she hastily threw on the table, and the portrait on the page disappeared, turning back into the original simple sketch of Yu Shu's magical grass.
Like a colorless spider web woven into a hazy dream, it quietly opens its bloody mouth. There are always people who throw themselves into it. Who knows if it is an abyss or a fairyland
Mu Lin broke into her master's study. She rarely entered here, but the furnishings around were not unfamiliar to her. At this moment, she had no time to care about anything else. She casually opened a book on her master's desk, and finally confirmed the handwriting when her eyes fixed on it.
She accidentally knocked over a scroll, which rolled to the ground and slowly spread out. The smiling woman in the painting had a gentle look and her facial features looked very much like Mu Lin's twin sister.
Undoubtedly a substitute, who is she a substitute for
It turned out that she never really understood the lesson Zhongli taught her.
Yes, who in the world would be nice to others for no reason? You are qualified to be cared for only if you are useful...
The whole person seemed to be in darkness, and his pupils were slowly stained and submerged by the darkness.
Gently, something in my heart seems to be broken and lost...
The things she tried her best to protect, those ties, were like fine sand in her palms, warm at first, but actually piercing her palms. No matter how hard she squeezed, she couldn't stop the sand from scattering, and the only traces left were countless tiny wounds.
Not fatal, but painful enough.
Mu Lin is a very smart person. She should have understood everything when she saw the portrait, but she just didn't want to believe it.
The unique and gentle Crystal Orchid, the loneliness of watching over year after year, the Yushu Divine Grass that has been nourished with essence and blood for nearly ten thousand years, and even this disciple who looks so similar to her...
Mu Lin had never realized that he was so proud, so proud that he could not accept this at all.
She didn't know how she calmly put away the scrolls, put the books back in their places, and sat in her master's study like a puppet, not moving at all.
This was the scene that Zhechuan saw when he came in. The disciple was sitting quietly in front of the table, his face calm without any fluctuation, like a puppet with his soul sucked out.
Orikawa said worriedly: "Rin'er..."
Mu Lin slowly raised her head to look at him, at the master she admired and relied on. A myriad of emotions tore at her brain, and she let out a painful wail that almost tore her life apart. In the end, she returned to silence, and slowly slid down the empty hole in her heart. She smiled lightly, "Master, there are some things I don't understand in my studies, so I wanted to ask you."
It seemed as if something was out of control, something was changing quietly, sliding into an unpredictable abyss, moving forward without hesitation, and being shattered to pieces.
"Lin'er, you don't look well, go back and rest first."
Zhechuan raised his hand to touch his disciple's head. The faint scent of pine snow filled the air, but Mu Lin stood up, seeming to avoid it inadvertently. Something in her stomach was churning wildly. Her face became paler and she only said softly, "Disciple, I'll take my leave."
Only his complexion and spirit were not very good. Mu Lin's behavior was no different from usual. Maybe he just didn't get enough rest.
Mu Lin left in a hurry. Zhechuan looked at her back with some worry, but he couldn't tell what was strange about her.
Mu Lin wanted to go back to her room, but she couldn't help vomiting on the way. She held on to the cold railings on the corridor and vomited clear saliva all over the floor. She kept vomiting and even vomited bile, and her mouth was full of bitterness.
Mu Lin squatted on the ground weakly, gently wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes due to vomiting. After a long time, she stood up expressionlessly and cleaned up the mess.
In the following days, Zhechuan hardly saw his disciple. It seemed that the closeness between the master and the disciple, eating at the same table and walking in the mountains, was just an illusion. However, he was indifferent by nature and would not delve into the changes in his disciple.
Mu Lin lost the last bit of her youthfulness and innocence in just a few days. Her beautiful eyes and eyebrows began to blossom, and she was as gorgeous and beautiful as the red lotus of Tianshan Mountain, but contained a bit of coldness. The extreme contradiction produced a special beauty, and her clear and indifferent expression was somewhat like that of her master.
Before leaving, Mu Lin did not say goodbye to her master. She only left a letter saying that she would continue traveling.