Qiu Shi remained silent for a long time before finally laughing out loud, "Should I say that Feng Guang truly lives up to his reputation? He always manages to say such...heart-stirring things."
He lowered his voice when he said the last few words.
Feng Guang looked up and saw him staring intently at her. In his slightly curved phoenix eyes, besides the smile that served as a protective facade, there was also a tenderness that sent chills down one's spine.
She felt a strange sense of familiarity, followed by a strange anger. Her voice involuntarily turned cold. "For Mo Qing, I would do anything."
"I believe it." He looked at the snow-covered landscape and said softly, "Feng Guang is willing to give up so much for the person he loves."
She scoffed, "Don't talk like you know me so well."
He lowered his head and smiled, "Isn't Feng Guang curious about things that happened three hundred years ago?"
Mo Qing said, "If I've forgotten, then I've forgotten. Since I've already forgotten, there's no need to remember."
"What if Feng Guang had a man she loved even more three hundred years ago?"
She was slightly taken aback. "What did you say?"
"What if I told you that it was because of this man that you were so infatuated with Mo Qing?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint smile appearing on his thin lips, but there was no warmth in the wind and snow.
However, after a long silence, Feng Guang withdrew her gaze from him and said calmly, "Over the years, I have only been myself. I will create a lively world, a world with my father and my mother, but there is no man who can move my heart. Even if what you said is true, I can be sure that I do not like him anymore."
His smile finally froze on his face.
Feng Guang raised her hand, and a fallen flower landed in her palm. She lowered her head slightly and said calmly, "I don't think I'm the kind of woman who would give up on someone she likes. That only means that he gave up on me first, and that's why I forgot him. My brain is small and can only remember some important things. Those unimportant things will naturally be forgotten by me."
The wind and snow subsided in an instant, and the air remained quiet for a very long time.
After a moment, he raised the corners of his lips. "Really?"
She looked at him strangely.
He laughed, "Thanks to the beautiful scenery, I suddenly want to live even more. Let's end today's meeting here. The next time we meet, you will be mine."
He gently stroked her cheek, and before she could react and try to pull away, he had already disappeared.
Feng Guang suddenly felt a strong sense of unease.
She inexplicably wanted to see Mo Qing, but the barrier set up on the mountain prevented her from leaving. At dusk, Zhiwei arrived.
"Daoist Master!" Feng Guang hurriedly went over, "Please, please, let me see Mo Qing!"
Zhiwei remained silent.
"Taoist Master?"
After a moment of silence, Zhiwei finally spoke, "Do you want to regain your past memories?"
Where is Mo Qing?
"What Mo Qing does is up to you."
She stood there, lost in thought, as if she had realized something. After a moment, she said softly, "I am willing to remember the past."
Zhiwei sighed, touched her brow with her finger, and her head throbbed with pain as her consciousness returned to what it was back then.
The residence of Prime Minister Xia three hundred years ago.
The mansion was haunted, so Prime Minister Xia had to go to the immortal sect to invite a Taoist priest to exorcise the ghost. Just as the priest entered the mansion, a soprano voice came from not far away, "There's a ghost!"
Suddenly, the Taoist priest was tackled to the ground by a girl running towards him.
After a long while, seeing that the person clinging to the white-robed Taoist priest didn't get up, the young Taoist couldn't help but say, "Hey, let go of my master!"
"Your master?" She finally came to her senses, looked up and saw the person in front of her. She wiped away non-existent drool from the corner of her mouth, took the person's hand and said very politely, "My name is Xia Fengguang. May I ask your name?"
The man smiled good-naturedly and said, "I am Mo Qing, the 30th generation disciple of the Immortal Sect, of the Mo generation."
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