Quickly wear a life of peace

Dujuan took Peony back to the mountain, quickly broke the flowerpot and let Peony out.

Peony was covered with scars and looked so miserable.

Du Juan looked at Mudan with heartache, tears streaming down her face. She looked at Mudan's wound and said bitterly, "Why did you make yourself like this?"

Dujuan found some herbs and bandaged Mudan carefully. Mudan endured the pain and looked at Dujuan with gratitude.

"Thank you, Dujuan. If it weren't for you, I would probably have died." Peony said weakly.

"Don't say that, we are friends." Du Juan said softly, "How do you feel now? Is it still painful?"

"Much better..." Mudan took a breath, "But I'm still worried about Fengsheng and Ling'er. Can you help me find them?"

Du Juan's face was filled with anger, and her eyes were almost spitting fire. Her voice was trembling with anger, and she pointed at Mudan and cursed: "Feng Sheng, that unfaithful man, abandoned you and your son, why are you still thinking about him!"

Mudan was stunned. She didn't expect Dujuan to be so excited. She tried to explain, but Dujuan didn't give her a chance and continued to scold Mudan.

Mudan's face turned pale, tears welled up in her eyes, she felt extremely wronged and sad. She listened to Dujuan's scolding silently, the pain in her heart was indescribable.

Dujuan couldn't bear it after all, so she whispered to Mudan: "Mr. Feng has moved away with his parents." When Mudan heard this, a look of surprise and disappointment appeared on her face.

"As for Ling'er," Dujuan paused and continued, "he lives with a hunter. I wanted to take him away, but he didn't want to."

Du Juan looked at Mudan's worried expression and sighed, "He is doing well now. I left them some money when I left. You should take good care of your injuries first. When you are better, I will take you to pick him up."

Mudan couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion in her heart. She imagined that Ling'er might be living a simple and happy life under the care of the hunter.

Mudan lowered her head silently, with a lot of thoughts in her mind. She felt sad for Feng Sheng's departure, and also felt sorry and worried about Ling'er's experience.

Du Juan persuaded Mudan again, "Don't think too much. Ling'er still needs you. What you need to do now is to heal your wounds."

Mudan nodded slightly, with a hint of determination in her eyes. She knew that she had to be strong and live well for Ling'er.

As for Feng Sheng, since he chose to abandon me and Ling'er, I will bless him!

Under Du Juan's careful care, Mudan gradually recovered. As the days passed, Mudan's longing for Ling'er grew stronger. She often thought of Ling'er's lovely appearance and hoped to reunite with him soon.

Finally, Mudan's body recovered completely, and Dujuan took her to the hunter's house.

When they arrived at the hunter's house, Mudan was so excited that she couldn't wait to open the door and walk into the yard.

Ling'er was playing in the yard. When he saw Mudan, he was stunned for a moment, then immediately ran over and hugged Mudan tightly.

Mudan burst into tears and hugged Ling'er tightly. At this moment, she felt endless warmth and happiness.

Mudan hugged Ling'er and cried bitterly, and Ling'er also cried and called for her mother. Dujuan watched from the side and couldn't help but cry.

After thanking the hunter, Mudan returned to the mountains with Ling'er and Dujuan.

From then on, Mudan and Ling'er lived a peaceful and happy life. Mudan taught Ling'er with all her heart, hoping that he could become a kind and responsible person.

As for Feng Sheng, after this experience, Mudan has become more open-minded and is no longer obsessed with love. When Ling'er grows up, she will be able to let go of everything and concentrate on ascending to become an immortal.

Time flies, Ling'er gradually grows up. He is handsome, smart and brave, and is loved by everyone. Xiyan is finally about to transform.

Her skin is as white as mutton fat, her eyes are like deep lakes; her long hair falls on her shoulders like a waterfall, gently brushing her slender body. Her beauty lies not only in her appearance, but also in her unique temperament, which is delicate and smart.

In the sunshine, Xi Yan danced gracefully, her figure was light and graceful, like a fairy descending to the earth. Her laughter was as clear as a silver bell, echoing between the valleys, making people feel happy.

Although Bai Lian was happy for Xiyan, she was even more sad because she still couldn't feel the opportunity to transform.

You know, now I am more powerful than Dujuan and the others, but I still can't transform.

But Dujuan and the others thought it was natural because the transformations of all the monsters were random.

Some can transform after hundreds of years, some after thousands of years, but the White Lotus was born with intelligence less than a hundred years ago.

Of course, the earlier one transforms, the lower his magic power will be, and the lower his status will be when he ascends to become an immortal in the future.

Ling'er still came to say goodbye to her mother and wanted to go out for a trip.

Ling'er told his mother about his idea that he wanted to travel through mountains, rivers and experience all kinds of things in the world.

Although Mudan was a little reluctant, she understood that her son had grown up and needed to go out and gain experience. She couldn't let him stay in the valley forever.

Before leaving, Mudan repeatedly reminded Ling'er to pay attention to safety, respect others, and make good friends.

Xiyan also wanted to see the outside world, so she decided to travel with Ling'er.

Xiyan and Ling'er left the valley together, and their figures gradually disappeared in the distance.

In the valley, the breeze blew gently, and the leaves rustled, as if sighing for their departure. The birds whispered on the branches, as if telling of the past bustle.

In this quiet valley, time seems to pass quietly without anyone noticing.

Xiyan and Ling'er have not returned yet, but Bailian is about to usher in the critical moment of transformation thanks to his unremitting practice.

The white lotus floats quietly on a pool of clear spring water, emitting a soft glow. Its petals are as white as jade and as delicate as silk, as if they contain endless vitality.

During the practice, the white lotus continuously absorbed the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and worked hard to condense its own strength.

As the practice deepened, the light around the white lotus became brighter and brighter, and its petals gradually unfolded.

A mysterious aura emanated from the lotus pod, foreshadowing the approach of transformation. Finally, at a certain moment, the light of the white lotus reached its peak, and its body began to undergo wonderful changes.

The petals gradually closed and turned into a white dress, wrapping a pure and elegant figure.

She has a beautiful face and clear eyes, revealing a kind of tranquility that is indifferent to the world. Her hair is like a waterfall, gently fluttering in the wind, exuding a faint fragrance.

Bai Lian's transformation was successful. She stood lightly by the pool, quietly feeling her new body and strength.