Mu Lin was very glad to accept Xi Lan as her apprentice, so that when she didn't want to go back to Yingzhou, she had another choice of where to go. Ming Yijian had laughed at her before, and she was so familiar with Beihai that it was like her own backyard.
Mu Linzhen found it boring when she arrived at the North Sea. She was received by the chief steward Clam, because the North Sea Dragon King and his wife took Xi Lan out for a trip. The huge Dragon Palace had only one owner, the little dragon egg, who lay obediently and quietly in the egg-raising formation, with no sense of existence at all.
Mu Lin fed him some water jade and then said goodbye and left.
He wanted to go back to Yingzhou directly, but when he passed by the East China Sea, he suddenly remembered the pair of white dragon horns, so he stopped and went to the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea. Mu Lin failed twice today. Ao Xin went to learn martial arts from his master Zhu Xian Daojun. Mu Lin wanted to fight him, but it seemed that he could only make an appointment for next time, so he handed the pair of white dragon horns to the kind and enthusiastic Dragon King of the East China Sea.
"This is... a white dragon horn!" The East Sea Dragon King's expression changed: "This is the dragon horn of my white dragon clan ancestor. I wonder where the Nine Cang Immortal Lord got it from?"
Mu Lin remained calm and said, "I killed a few nightmares a few days ago and got this from them. I realized it was a relic of the White Dragon Clan, so I brought it back."
The Dragon King of the East China Sea bowed solemnly to Mu Lin and said, "Thank you, Immortal Lord, for returning it to me."
Mu Lin exchanged a few pleasantries with him and asked, "I have been away from home for many years, I wonder how my master has been doing these years?"
The Dragon King of the East Sea shook his head regretfully: "Emperor Zhechuan has never liked crowds. Although the East Sea and Yingzhou are neighbors, he has only set foot there a few times in the past few hundred years, all of which were to buy clothes for the Immortal Lord."
"Buy me some clothes?"
Mu Lin didn't know about this. Did the Dragon King of the East China Sea remember something wrong
Unexpectedly, the Dragon King nodded affirmatively, stroking his dragon beard and said, "Yes, back then, when Emperor Zhechuan was still a real person, he suddenly set foot in the Dragon Palace. I was very surprised, and I didn't expect that he came to buy clothes for a woman. The real person selected for a long time, bright and plain, and finally feared that they would not suit the other party's preferences, so he simply packed them all and took them away. At that time, I thought that the real person had a sudden realization of the word love, and it turned out that he was preparing for his precious disciple... After that, every time he came, it was for this matter."
Mu Lin felt mixed emotions and smiled: "Master never mentioned this to me."
In fact, the master had done a lot for her. For example, when she was tired from practicing the piano, he would sometimes find brewed tea on the table; for example, the master could always see through her stubbornness and enlighten her at the right time; for example, he would quietly forge her natal sword... She could always feel the master's dedication from the subtle details, like a trickle of water soaking into her mind.
Over the long years, Mu Lin went from being touched to getting used to it, and finally took it for granted, and no longer felt grateful or cared about it. She enjoyed the love of her master alone, the spring water warmed her cold life, and the greed nurtured her childish thoughts, so when she found out that her master had deceived her and was just using her as a substitute, she was so desperate.
Unspeakably complicated and awkward.
Mu Lin's smile gradually faded. The Dragon King of the East China Sea saw something strange in her expression and couldn't help but sighed, "My Lord, please don't blame me for being so talkative. The Emperor has lived in Yingzhou for many years and is used to being alone. He rarely thinks about things other than cultivation. He only tries his best to do well in your affairs. You are his only disciple and the one he has devoted his heart and soul to. You should also think about him..."
Mu Lin didn't know what to say.
"It's rare for my little rascals to have a home. Even parents often miss them. Master and disciple depend on each other. You've been away from home for years, so the emperor must be worried about them even more. If you're free, please spend more time with the emperor..."
It is cruel to let people who are used to companionship fall into loneliness again.
But no matter how she listened to these words, they didn't sound like what her master said...
The master would occasionally think of her and send her a letter, but how could he say that he was very concerned with his indifferent personality? Even if she disappeared for thousands of years, the master would not be anxious, right? When she returned, he would not blame her for anything, but would just say hello calmly, and the master and disciple would go about their own business again...
But Mu Lin still nodded and said goodbye.
What surprised her was that she did not see her master after returning to Yingzhou. She searched the entire Suyuan Palace but could not find any trace of her master. Her master certainly did not expect her to come back and did not leave any letter.
Going out for a trip
He couldn't have gone out to look for her, did he
Mu Lin sat down and poured himself a glass of water. The cold water tasted refreshing and he felt comfortable being alone.
Mu Lin put down the cup and walked around. The wonderland of Yingzhou had not changed at all since she left, but many memories popped up for no reason, making her feel uncomfortable.
The master often played the zither under this tree. Whenever she heard the exciting music, she could not help but practice sword skills beside it, and her sword energy cut off countless petals...
The tooth marks on the stone table were made by Ah Fei. At that time, Ah Fei stole her medicine pills and she wanted to drag him back to get beaten. But he bit the edge of the stone table tightly and refused to let go...
The side hall at the west end was filled with the aroma of wine. It was when Immortal Luochen came to visit Master that he got drunk and used his homemade wine as water for the flowers, spilling it all over the floor...
Countless beautiful and ordinary fragments are inadvertently imprinted in my mind. When I revisit the old place and recall the memories, how can I not feel emotional? What was considered commonplace at the beginning is now a luxury.
Mu Lin was full of thoughts and unknowingly walked to the East Pavilion - the place where she accidentally revealed the truth and fled a few years ago.
It still looks the same as before.
I wonder if that book is still available
Mu Lin walked up the stairs one floor at a time. The top floor didn't seem to have changed much and the book had returned to its original place.
…it could only have been put back by the master.
He knew that he had seen the portrait. Mu Lin's sarcasm was mixed with a hint of guilt, and he turned around and went downstairs.
Returning to his room and lying on the soft bed, Mu Lin smelled the faint fragrance of the crystal orchid, covered himself with a thin quilt, and closed his eyes.
She didn't want to think about anything anymore, so let it be.
Mu Lin fell asleep in a daze. Having returned to a familiar place, he probably relaxed subconsciously and had a rare sound and dreamless sleep.
This sleep lasted for seven or eight hours, the sky gradually darkened, and then the night fell... the morning light was dim... the midday sun was bright...
A beam of sunlight reflected in her eyes. Mu Lin frowned and slowly turned over, yawning and opening her eyes.
She changed into the light Hu clothing she usually used for practicing martial arts. The rose-red robe set off her rosy complexion, and she looked radiant.
Mu Lin found an open space, summoned the Yao Ning Sword, recalled for a moment, and performed a complete set of Feixian sword techniques.
The movements were a little sluggish at first, but became smoother and smoother later, like flowing clouds and running water, graceful as a startled swan, elegant as a swimming dragon, glorious as autumn chrysanthemums, luxuriant as spring pines. It was like a light cloud covering the moon, and floating like snowflakes blown by the wind.
After practicing a set of sword techniques, Mu Lin was sweating all over. He put away his sword and went to bathe in the lake behind the mountain. The lake was as smooth as a mirror, the water was clear and cool, and in the distance, pink and white water lilies were blooming. The fragrance of the lotus was even more refreshing, which made people feel relaxed and happy. Mu Lin was not afraid of the cold. His clothes fell on the big bluestone and he entered the water like a fish.
The lake water was not as cold as she imagined, and it became warm after a while. Mu Lin leaned against the stone, thinking of the hot springs in the Dragon Palace in the North Sea, and wondered how to persuade her master to build one.
It is indeed comfortable to soak in hot springs, especially the spiritual springs in the fairyland. Just soak in it for a while and all your fatigue will disappear easily. It is much easier than meditating.
A few small red fish swam around Mu Lin, touching her toes from time to time. Mu Lin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she dived into the water and swam for a while. As the sun set, the sky gradually darkened. Mu Lin put on her clothes and went ashore. Her wet black hair was draped behind her, dripping with water.
The water element quickly peeled off from the body and merged into a water ball. With a light poke of the slender finger, it shattered and fell into the soil.
"Rin'er?"
A figure slowly walked out of the deep forest, and the mischievous smile on Mu Lin's lips froze for a moment.
"Master..."
The scene of meeting again was too dramatic. Mu Lin looked at the person who came in surprise. He didn't react for a moment and subconsciously gathered his loose scarlet robe.
The red dress shrouds her snow-white skin and slender figure, but not wrapped tightly. The moonlight shines on her delicate collarbone, like the wings of a swan spreading its wings ready to fly. Her calves have graceful curves and her bare feet are soft, white and tender.
Orikawa's gaze fell on her. He was startled for a moment, then immediately looked away and said in a calm voice, "Put on your clothes first. I'll wait for you outside the woods." Then he bent down, put something on the ground, and turned to leave.
A breeze blew by, and Mu Lin felt that her brain was as messy as her hair. She walked closer and saw that it was a pair of brand new shoes and socks, with a plain white background and pale yellow flowers embroidered on them.
"… "
On the day he agreed to take her in as his disciple, he also placed a pair of shoes and socks like this next to her.
Mu Lin lowered her eyes and looked for a moment, then flicked her sleeves lightly, and her shoes and socks disappeared. She took out a pair of shoes and socks and put them on. The hawthorn red color was as bright as blood.
Mu Lin changed into a light red dress with matching shoes. She was dressed neatly. The conditions by the lake were limited, so she used her hands as a comb to simply comb her long hair, which was as long as black silk and reached her ankles.
The master and disciple looked at each other for a while, without saying a word, and just walked side by side on the road.
The night is exceptionally quiet tonight. It's a rare opportunity for us to spend time together after not seeing each other for many years, and the people around me have no intention of talking.
Finally, it was Mu Lin who broke the silence: "Master, where have you been?"
"Jiuxian Mountain."
"Oh." Come to think of it, Master doesn't have many friends, so the possibility that he went to Jiuxian Mountain is the greatest.
"And you?"
"The human world... and the Demon Realm." Mu Lin didn't know her master's attitude towards the Demon Realm, but she had nothing to hide.
"Um."
A completely indifferent attitude.
"… "
Mu Lin looked at the Suyuan Palace under the moonlight and said, "It's getting late. You should go to bed early. I'm going back to my room."
"Rin'er." Orikawa called her, "Xuan You Han Bing missed you and has been making trouble in the underground palace."
Mu Lin was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly: "Master, I understand. I will go and appease it tomorrow."
Orikawa stood there and nodded barely audibly. Mu Lin bowed to him and left without looking back.
As expected... it doesn't matter at all
Where she went, what she went through, as long as it is not mentioned, it does not matter. Yes, who needs to care about the thoughts of a substitute