hotmtlnovel Chapter 169
Chapter 169
After the two of them returned to Aozang Mountain, the immortals had also arrived.
Mu Yang didn't know whether Shen He had really let go after telling the story.
But, being willing to tell these things at least showed that she chose to face it bravely instead of just avoiding it.
Mu Yang appreciated this very much.
He rubbed Shen He's hair again and said some comforting words.
Finally, he said, "Go back, Master Xue Yue Zhu Yang and the others should be here."
Little Shen He nodded obediently, "Yeah."
The two returned to Aozang Mountain, and the immortals had also arrived.
In fact, Master Xue Yue Zhu Yang mentioned the matter of binding the soul with a red rope to Liu Yun after the divination that day.
However, Liu Yun did not adopt it directly at that time.
Shen He was too young at that time, and she had never been exposed to any training in immortal arts, which had a great impact on her growth.
And it was not as serious as it is now.
But now it is not possible. Her rage was not suppressed by her cultivation.
Instead, as she grew older, her fangs gradually showed.
If she continued like this, she would definitely hurt herself, so it was time for a last resort.
Master Liuyun Jiefeng said, "Shen He, Mu Yang has told you, right?"
Shen He nodded, "Yes, I know, I will listen to Master."
She was still as sensible as ever, not crying or making a fuss, nor did she complain about the unfairness of fate.
The ceremony of binding the soul with red rope began.
Master Xueyue Zhuyang formed a formation, and the other immortals injected power...
From that day on, Shen He gave people a different feeling.
When Mu Yang came over, she would still immediately stop her cultivation and greet him.
However, it was difficult to see the natural smile on her face again.
Mu Yang felt a little uncomfortable, but there was nothing he could do.
However, this did not seem to be a bad thing for Shen He.
She now had more energy to focus on her practice and made rapid progress.
Many years later.
In the Aozang Mountain, two white figures were practicing.
Mu Yang still used a long wooden stick.
But Shen He was proficient in all kinds of martial arts, and she used various weapons in turn, and she was very good at it.
She can now skillfully use Mu Yang's sword skills, and can also apply them to other weapons.
After all, the principles are the same.
And Shen He also has her advantage, which is to combine the strengths of hundreds of schools.
With the protection of the talisman, she finally cut off a small part of the long stick in Mu Yang's hand.
"Master Mu Yang, have I made progress?" Shen He walked to Mu Yang and asked.
Although there was no expression on her face, there was some pride in her words.
"Yes, you have indeed made progress. What reward do you want?"
"I want to eat the dragon beard noodles made by the master."
My apprentice has made progress, so as a master, I naturally cannot be stingy with her reward.
Mu Yang entered the Liuyun Jiefeng Cave to prepare the dough.
The dough must be stretched many times before it can become dragon beard noodles as thin as autumn hair. This is the most exquisite skill among Liyue noodles.
Stir-fry the chopped green onions, add the broth and side dishes, and finally put the noodles in.
Mu Yang served the dragon beard noodles to Shen He.
The noodles as thin as dragon beards are like a waterfall, with three thousand fine threads falling into the broth that condenses the essence of mountain delicacies.
Mu Yang did not make this dish perfect, but tried to restore Shen He's description.
He knew what Shen He wanted to eat.
She was just reminiscing the taste in her memory.
That was the last time she ate noodles made by her mother...
She had repeatedly warned herself that she should not remember this taste.
However, she has been unable to let go for many years...
That night, Mu Yang was meditating.
Logically speaking, Shen He should also be practicing meditation nearby.
This is her current focus of practice.
She has already learned most of the immortal arts, and now she needs to temper her heart and practice restraining her murderous nature.
In this regard, she has done a good job.
At least those who trespassed into the immortal palace did not lose their lives...
Mu Yang noticed something in his meditation.
Although Shen He's movements were small, he still sensed that Shen He had left Aozang Mountain.
And the direction was the direction of Tianheng Mountain.
It seems that what happened during the day made the little girl unable to restrain herself.
Mu Yang released a divine consciousness to protect Shen He, and then returned to meditation and let her go...
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After living in the mountains for more than ten years and practicing, no matter how indifferent your heart is, it will be turbulent.
Even Shen He, who has a red rope to bind his soul, is no exception.
Today, she made progress in her practice. After eating the dragon beard noodles made by Master Mu Yang, she suddenly felt
tide, and wanted to go back to her hometown.
So she quietly went down the mountain under the cover of night.
She didn't know whether she still had a nostalgia for her home and relatives, but was just following some vague emotions.
She wanted to go to the house where she had lived before and see what kind of life her father, who had been stubborn and unrepentant, was living now.
However, when Shen He really returned to the village, she was dumbfounded-
The whole village was deserted.
She found the house where she lived when she was a child based on her memory, but what she saw was a wooden house that had been demolished for the most part...
Shen He was a little at a loss for a while.
In this vast world, it seems that you can go anywhere, but if you think about it carefully, it seems that you can't go anywhere...
Suddenly, she heard a voice coming from inside, and Shen He slowly approached. She didn't know what she was expecting.
Or what exactly is this emotion in her heart.
Does she want to see that person? Her father, is that also a father?
Shen He's thoughts were in a mess.
However, all her entanglements were interrupted by a cry.
"Boss! Yes, yes, yes, it's an immortal!"
It turned out to be just a few petty thieves from the treasure-stealing group, who didn't know what they were digging here.
The leader of the treasure-stealing group saw Shen He's temperament, kowtowed and apologized on the spot, and then fled.
"Immortal..." Shen He murmured.
She looked around the old house, which had been torn down beyond recognition.
It seemed to have been washed away by mountain torrents over the years, and half of it was buried in the soil.
The year when his father went crazy and left home, the five-year-old Shen He survived by relying on the help of neighbors.
Everyone was poor, so Shen He could only pawn everything he should, leaving only some of his mother's relics.
Shen He looked at the hole that the treasure-stealing group had just dug. She was now a cultivator, and her vision was different from before. There was indeed something underneath.
She started to dig, and in a short while, she dug out the box.
Shen He dusted off the dust on the box and gently stroked the pattern on it.
"Mother..."
Shen He opened it and saw some talismans on the top. With Shen He's current cultivation, these were just child's play.
She took out the talismans, and below them were needlework and a small sachet embroidered with a white crane.
At the bottom, there was a picture of her mother and her.
The mother hugged her with a kind smile.
Shen He picked up the picture and gently stroked the face of her mother, which was already blurred in her memory.
Tears fell from her cheeks at some point.
She hurriedly urged the ice element to protect the picture to prevent it from being wetted by tears...
Shen He took out everything in the box. She, who was proficient in mechanical arts, opened the interlayer of the box.
It was a folded letter:
A He, I wish you a happy birthday.
When you see this letter, it means that your mother has ridden a crane to the distant sky.
I will not be able to celebrate your birthday with you in the future.
This sachet is a gift for you. Your mother hopes that you will stay away from disasters from now on.
Don't laugh at me. My hands are not as flexible as Ah He's. I can't even embroider a white crane. I always get pricked when I use the needle.
......
If possible, I hope to spend ten or twenty birthdays with you.
But I'm afraid I can't do it. I know my body best.
......
Make a promise with me.
When you grow up healthy, you must tell the brightest star in the sky, okay?
I will always wait for your news in the sky.
I believe you can do it. My Ah He is the best.
......
Ah He, I really want to grow up with you...
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Shen He sat by the wall, buried his head in his knees, and cried...
The most sincere emotions in the world cannot be suppressed even by a red string.
After crying, Shen He looked up at the night sky and found the brightest star.
"Mother, I have grown up healthy as you wished."
"There are many people who love me, Master Liuyun, Master Muyang, Master Xueyue Zhuyang, Master Lishui Dieshan..."
"Today I ate noodles made by Master Muyang. He is very good and can make the taste exactly the same as yours..."
......
Shen He said more to the sky in one night than she had said in more than ten years.
Finally, she said she was tired and fell asleep.
She was awakened by people who came to work early in the morning.
Everyone in this village has moved out, but the fields are still here.
Those people call Shen He an immortal.
Shen He said that he was from this village, but no one believed him.
Helplessly, she stopped explaining and asked where the owner of this house had gone.
Someone told her that several years ago, his wife died of illness, his daughter disappeared, and her husband went crazy and hanged himself.
It turned out that the man had passed away
.
Shen He no longer paid attention to the voices of the people around him.
She just stood there silently, listening to the fleeting whistling sound from deep in her heart.
Resentment? Obsession? Relief?
She didn't know what feelings she still had for that person.
In an instant, everything was there, and nothing was left. There was only an ancient well without waves in her heart.
Even a completely dry well, without the water surface for ripples to exist.
But it doesn't matter, Shen He has found her nectar.
She picked up her mother's box and left in the face of people's surprised eyes.
Every step was taken slowly, but she never looked back once.