Chapter 1 Sunset and Huo

Muyu likes to sit on the top of Mingyuan Mountain and watch the sunset.

The reason why the sunset is called sunset is just because of the quiet Mingyuan Mountain and the bustling Xianghai City at the foot of it day and night.

The hills offer tranquility and beauty, while the bustling city gives you breath. Without any one of them, the sunset will lose its meaning in her eyes, and become a fireball hanging in the air, trying to fall and die.

The golden color gushing out from the rays overlaps with the burning flames in the dream again and again, and every breath of the setting sun corresponds to the fleeting enthusiasm in those black eyes.

For the 913th time, she looked at the glow in the sky and thought about this number. Last night was the 913th time she dreamed of that scene - a small room, a dim sky, two blurry figures, one large and one small, and a burning fire in the corner of the room. flame. This time it seemed much clearer than before. If everything in the dream was still covered in fog before, then gradually the fog seemed to be pushed away by unknown hands and covered with soft gauze.

Anyway, it is one of the few bright colors.

"Xiao Yu."

She was very familiar with her grandfather's voice. After all, since she was born, only her grandfather and grandson had lived in a small building on the mountainside in the entire Mingyuan Mountain.

Warm big hands caressed her head. It was the same hands that took her for walks in the mountains again and again. Occasionally they took her to a bun shop at the foot of the mountain to eat her favorite crab meat dumplings. Time and time again, she was haunted by nightmares. After Guang woke up, he held her tightly.

She had taken it for granted that every family in the world should be like this. Until she saw a man and a woman holding a little boy holding marshmallows at the foot of Mingyuan Mountain.

She could quickly understand the contents of the book, and in just a few deductions, she could deduce exquisite formations, draw complex talismans, and cast spells. However, she could never figure out why the little boy surrounded by a man and a woman showed such a bright smile. smile.

The book says that it is called family affection, a kind of love.

Does grandpa have affection for her? Does grandpa love her?

Grandpa was strict with her. The training never stopped in the harsh winters and scorching heat. He once told her over and over again, Xiaoyu, you have to seek your own way. He once told her, Xiaoyu, you have to learn to be strong.

So strong that no one helped her.

Grandpa must love her, otherwise he would not have given her medicine every time she fell and suffered a bruise, and he would not have forgiven or even covered up what she had done in the past. But this kind of love may be different from the love of parents.

She finally asked her grandpa if her parents had abandoned her.

"Xiao Yu," she could feel the sadness in it. She was always so sensitive to people's emotions, "Your father unfortunately passed away in an air crash. Your mother was traveling in England at the time, and was frightened and had difficulty giving

birth after hearing the news. "But they are all monks. How could an air crash and dystocia easily kill them?"

Silence means secrets - this is a truth she learned early on. . The secret would emerge one day, she just had to wait.

What do her parents look like? Her father must be tall and humorous, and her mother must be gentle and kind. If they were still alive, they would hold her hands, one on the left and the other on the right, like the little boy with the marshmallows.

That night she did not dream about the dream of burning flames, nor did she dream about running desperately in that corridor. She dreamed about her parents. Her father lifted her on his shoulders and talked and laughed loudly with her, while her mother watched tenderly. them.

After all, the love between parents described in books is mostly like this.

Just a dream. She learned early not to dwell in dreams.

Thousands of thoughts passed by in an instant, and she never looked back: "Grandpa went to Kunlun to visit Grandpa Xu. Is his injury better?"

"After all, he was plotted back then. Eleven years later, it's still the same, with not much improvement. ."

Muren sat on the bench with her on the top of the mountain, and the summer sunset fell extremely slowly. The last bright light allowed him to take a closer look at this outstanding granddaughter.

She... doesn't have any trace of her father, much less her mother. Her beauty is non-aggressive and classically beautiful. Like a piece of beautiful jade, it is not very dazzling, but it has its own dignity.

She also doesn't like to tie her hair up with colorful hair ropes or braid it in many patterns like other little girls. The smooth black hair hangs naturally on her shoulders and is combed extremely smoothly, which also makes her less energetic and more gentle than an eleven-year-old girl should be.

How long has it been since then that gentleness has become the first impression she gives people?

"Xiaoyu, you have a formation on the bookshelf in your room. It is such a clever puzzle that it took me a long time to solve it. What are your attainments in formations?" Very high."

His tone was calm and strong, as if he was really complimenting. Mu Yu moved his fingers slightly when he heard the formation.

""The Weakness of Human Nature", "The Prince"... Xiaoyu, how long have you been reading these?" It seemed like it was just a chat between an elder and a junior, but it seemed a little weird under such circumstances.

Mu Yu pursed her lips, and then she turned her head and smiled lightly at the old man who was so worried that he couldn't hide it: "You let me enter the study at will. I took these from the study." "Yes. I'm just curious."

Mu Ren originally wanted to ask you how much you understood, and he also wanted to ask Mu Yu about the school. Mu Yu's class teacher was inexplicably suspended for corporally punishing students. Several classmates in Mu Yu's class got into fights over some minor conflicts. But the thousand words only turned into a long sigh when he saw her gentle smile.

How could he think of asking Xiao Yu like this. What happened in the past had such a deep shadow on Xiaoyu, but now she seems to be slowly coming out of it. How could he ask Xiao Yu without any basis because of what happened in the past. He has already felt sorry for Xiaoyu once.

Over the years, the harder Xiaoyu worked and became stronger, the more guilty he became.

"Your eleventh birthday is coming soon." He took out an envelope from his coat pocket, and the emerald green ink on the envelope shone in the sunlight.

"Grandpa" seemed to have expected something. Mu Yu took the envelope, and the flying cursive characters on it seemed to burn with the sunset.

"You were born in England, so you should go to Hogwarts, a seven-year schooling. After you finish your studies, you can stay or go back to Kyushu." Muren paused, and finally added, "You want to go to Kunlun?" College, I also understand your persistence in the mysteries of life. Xiaoyu, you have always been concerned about the death of your parents."

Mu Yu clenched his fists. It turned out that grandpa always knew.

At this point, he stopped, not knowing what he was worried about.

Mu Yu continued meekly: "From the time I was three years old, when I was training my Taoist heart and polishing the foundation, until now, for eight years, I have only learned Eastern magic, and rarely dabbled in Western magic. And I... can't bear to leave you."

I don't know . Is it an illusion? Grandpa is getting older every year. After knowing what she had committed a few years ago, the old man stood in the middle of the courtyard with his back straight and scolded her to kneel down, pretending to be disappointed with his strength.

In fact, he doesn't need to cover it up, it doesn't make any sense.

"The world's great road leads to the same destination." Muren didn't sound like he was worried about her studies at all. It seemed that something had been bothering him since he came to the top of the mountain.

A gust of cool wind swept across the river and drifted towards Mingyuan Mountain, and at the same time it brought his extremely gentle words: "Your mother is actually..."

The cool breeze in summer came gently and disappeared quickly.

Mu Yu was very sensitive to the word mother, but she also understood that her grandfather obviously did not want to continue talking.

Asking questions does nothing but spark more curiosity. So she chose silence and continued to sit on the bench on the top of the mountain to watch the sunset.

Except for the sunset, she does not accept any other form of so-called beauty.

On the eve of disappearing, it uses colorful colors to render azure and pure white, sinking step by step into the invisible underground, leaving only darkness.

Perhaps the ultimate beauty is hidden at the junction of the horizon. she thought.

She seemed to be really looking at the sunset, as if she really didn't care about the information about her mother.

Muren didn't say anything in the end. He touched her head: "Well, now is not the time to talk about this. Xiaoyu, let's go, the sun is setting, go home."

It has always been like this, no matter she is outside No matter how late she stayed, no matter what she experienced, there would always be such a person who found her and gently said, "Go home."

Apart from that dream, there was only one home she could hope for. Dreams are ethereal, but home is real.

Mu Yu took his grandfather's calloused hand, and the two of them walked slowly toward the mountainside in the dim light of the setting sun.

She found that no matter how slowly she walked, her grandfather was always several steps behind her, and it seemed difficult to keep up with her.

You must know that grandpa's cultivation level should be far higher than hers.

This was the first time that Mu Yu intuitively felt that her grandfather might be getting older step by step and entering the death that her parents had already experienced.

The ascetics seek the Tao throughout their lives, but it turns out that they cannot last forever.

So what is the avenue?

In the darkening sky, Mu Yu vaguely understood this truth.

Is there an eternal way?

"Xiaoyu, I don't ask you to do great things in the world. I only want you to live for your own peace and joy. You are not anyone, and you are not for anyone, you know?"

Muren stopped at the door. , suddenly said such a sentence. His eyes looked at her softer than ever before, as if he wanted to take a good look at her before the last light faded.

"You are going to a brand new place, and everything may not go so smoothly. But remember, you have to blend in like water."

Don't evolve your power into a tool to conquer people like you did before.

Mu Yu silently muttered his unfinished words.

He let go of her hand and walked towards the house first.

The encroaching darkness in the house gradually swallowed up the hunched back.

Those big warm hands seemed not as strong as before.

She hoped to dream of that blurry scene again tonight, suffocating again and again in the blazing flames and the passion of those black eyes.

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Yes, I'm back again. I always feel like there's something missing if I don't rush down to the new level.

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