The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

After listening to his description, Mo Xiaolan couldn't help but smile, looked up at him and said: "Everyone has a mask. It is just a kind of protective shell for us humans. Just like you often hear my title in the cultivation world as the flower of the high mountains, and the title of "Strange People Keep Away", but when you really see me, am I like that?"

"No." Ming Fan said quickly: "You are a very nice and lively person. It's fun to be with you. You seem to have magic power. You can always make me feel relaxed easily."

"That's because I'm only like this to people close to me." Mo Xiaolan turned her head to look at the bright moonlight and continued, "What your sister wants is just your true self, not the perfection you think you are."

"But I really can't take off this mask."

Suddenly, Mo Xiaolan reached out and twisted his face, making him face to face with her, then she seemed to really tear something off and threw it away: "Okay, the mask is gone."

"Hmm?" Mingfan touched his face, but there was clearly nothing.

"The mask is invisible. You have to learn to use it freely and put it down when you can. No one can teach you this kind of thing. You can only understand it yourself. Let's put it this way."

Mo Xiaolan stood up and walked back and forth on the steps of the eaves. Mingfan subconsciously reached out his hand, not to stop her, but to catch her in time in case she accidentally fell.

"You put down your mask in front of me because I am someone you have grown familiar with from a stranger. You have seen all my joys, sorrows, anger and happiness. You have already put aside your prejudice against me and are willing to welcome me with your heart."

Mo Xiaolan squatted down and faced him: "As for your sister, you just want to be a perfect brother in front of her. You don't treat her with your true self, so she thinks you are cold and heartless. In other words, you cherish her too much, but it is easy to lose her."

If you cherish too much, you will lose it easily...

Ming Fan paused, and then smiled. This smile was not his usual warm and elegant smile, but a most sincere smile from the bottom of his heart. He also stood up, pulled Mo Xiaolan up and hugged her in his arms: "I know, I understand, Xiaolan, thank you."

Mo Xiaolan was stunned for a moment, then hugged him back.

A mask is a protective shell that is formed naturally.

How much innocence and childhood friendship are ruined here. People grow up in an instant, but it takes a long time to create a mask.

Create a person who seems perfect, but underneath the mask is a heart full of holes.

Maybe it’s because it’s been so long that even I have forgotten what I was like back then.

I don't want to make my family worry and disappointed, and I want to be perfect, so over time, even I have become like this fake person.

But can a mask really make that person happy? The answer is of course no. Masks are used to fight against any unknown factors that may hurt oneself, not to face one's family with sincerity.

Wearing a mask will only bring endless harm to yourself and your family. Family members should be real people, but once you put on a mask, you lose your true self and can only treat others with a false surface.

Therefore, freely mastering the mask is the best way to protect yourself and those around you.

"Master..." Duan Shuangying looked at the man beside him who was clenching his fists, with many blue veins on his fists.

Mo Luofan looked at the two people hugging each other tightly on the house not far away. His body seemed to be half frozen. He did not dare to move forward to disturb them. He could only be angry with himself. Even though his nails had sunk into the flesh and were dripping with red blood, he did not care at all, because the scene in front of him made him feel helpless and angry.

I thought I had touched my master's heart a little bit, even if it was just a little bit.

It turned out that he was just treating himself as a clown to attract attention. Since the master already had someone else in his heart, how could he have room for him?

Thinking of this, he silently released his clenched fists and left. He really didn't have the courage to take a step forward and talk to his master face to face. In the end, he chose to escape cowardly.

After seeing Ming Fan off, Mo Xiaolan rushed to Qingling Peak without stopping. It was already night, and the moon was hanging high in the dark sky, with many tiny stars twinkling around it.

Qingling Waterside Pavilion was still as quiet as ever, so quiet that it made her feel a little uneasy.

I thought that at this time in the past, there should be a lot of joy inside the Qingling Waterside Pavilion.

In the past, Zhu Fan always played tricks on Zhu Ling, pulling her braids and putting bugs in her books. He had done all these things.

And what about Meroving?

He often followed her around and acted like a spoiled child beside her, which caused the head senior brother to criticize him many times, saying that boys should be self-reliant and not follow their master around all day long. However, Mo Luofan always agreed superficially and then continued to stay by her side.

At that time, she felt that everything was so beautiful and all she had to do was to be happy every day. But now, people have left and the tea has forgotten her. The children back then have all grown up and become adults who can stand on their own. They no longer need to grow up under her wings.

Ever since Luo Fan fell off the cliff five years ago, Zhufan and Zhu Ling would sometimes clear their minds to make her laugh and chat with her, but what was lost was still lost. Without Mo Luofan, Qingling Waterside Pavilion became quieter and quieter day by day. Sometimes she still fantasized whether everything would be different if she had concealed the matter for Mo Luofan at that time.

As you walk into the Qingling Water Pavilion, gusts of cool breeze blow by.

The two people in the pavilion stung her eyes deeply. Luo Fan was sitting in the vermilion pavilion, his back leaning against one of the octagonal pillars of the pavilion. Ruo Xiangsi was standing and bending down to kiss him, and Mo Luo Fan did not refuse. Instead, he looked like he was enjoying it and closed his eyes and let the person in front of him kiss him.

Mo Xiaolan covered her mouth and nose and dared not breathe loudly. After taking a few steps back, she fled the place in a panic.

Ruo Xiangsi seemed to have heard some noise and stood up immediately. I checked again to make sure there was no one there and thought I had misheard, so I felt relieved.

Mo Luofan was already drunk and unconscious. After returning from Qingxuan Peak, he had been drinking until he finally got himself drunk. He fell asleep peacefully only when his mind could no longer remember the scene of them hugging each other under the moon.

Ruo Xiangsi had been by his side the whole time. She had just acted a little too far because she was moved by emotion. How could she not be moved by emotion when she saw her beloved man drunk beside her? She had thought it was just a simple kiss, which would only take a moment, but she had not expected that because of this moment, the two people who had originally begun to get closer would start to drift apart again.

Mo Xiaolan had not run far when he felt unbearable pain in his heart. He stopped and squatted down unbearably, but his chest still hurt a lot. Even though he tried hard to relieve the pain by pressing, it was of no avail. There was always a sharp thing trying to break through his chest.

"It hurts so much. Why does it hurt so much? It hurts like my heart is being ripped out."

She used her spiritual power to relieve the pain in her heart, but once the spiritual power entered her body, many memories that did not belong to her began to emerge in her mind. At first, those memory fragments were still vague, but as more spiritual power entered her body, the pictures became clearer and clearer.

In the memory fragments, under the moonlight, Mo Luofan, dressed in light blue clothes, hugged and kissed Ruo Xiangsi. Mo Luofan seemed to see her, and gave her an evil smile while kissing Ruo Xiangsi in his arms.

Then the scene turned again, and she seemed to be in a busy street market. Everyone on the street was laughing and talking, and there was joyful laughter everywhere.

The gongs and drums started beating, and a wedding couple came into her sight. Mo Luofan was riding on a tall white horse, wearing a bright red wedding gown. With a smile on his face, he looked at the woman in the sedan chair behind him from time to time. The woman in the sedan chair was not covered with a red veil, and her whole beautiful face was exposed. Yes, she was Ruo Xiangsi.

Mo Xiaolan ran forward uncontrollably, following the wedding procession. Suddenly someone knocked her down. She could only stare blankly as the wedding procession went further and further away.

Suddenly, her throat felt sweet and she spat out a large mouthful of blood. Mo Xiaolan opened her eyes and realized that this was Qingyuan Gate, not the festive street.

Yes, that's right, this illusion reminded her, don't be so self-indulgent, she has a destined marriage, Mo Luofan himself is a big man with thousands of harems, it's just a kiss, maybe, maybe, maybe he has kissed many people.

She stood up suddenly, and no matter how weak her body was, she walked slowly holding on to the tree trunk beside her. She just wanted to leave here?

Suddenly, my legs went weak and my vision went dark. I fell hard from the high steps and rolled all the way down the mountain.

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When she woke up, she didn't know how she ended up in Qingyitang. When she moved slightly, her whole body felt like it was run over by a car.

"Hey, don't move!" Hua Ruoruo walked in holding dried herbs. "You fell from such a high place and you didn't know how to use your spiritual power to protect your body. You're lucky if you didn't break your legs or arms."

What happened last night replayed in her mind like a movie. She did remember that she accidentally fell down the stairs, but who sent her to Qingyi Hall? Mo Luofan? It was hard for him to flirt with the heroine without forgetting to stimulate her outside.

"But you really have to thank Qi Run." Hua Ruoruo turned around and leaned against the table and said, "This morning, Xianke found that you had not returned home all night. When he knew you were missing, he cried and ran to find Qi Run. Qi Run found you at the foot of Qingling Peak."

"Qi Run?" Mo Xiaolan frowned and said, "Isn't today the written test for new disciples? How come he has time to come to me?"

"I don't know." She played with the herbs in her hand. "When he brought you here, it was almost time for the exam. I asked him if he needed me to go and testify for him, but he said he didn't need me and he could run over. I'd better treat you well, so I left him alone."

"Doctor." Mo Xiaolan propped herself up and sat up: "Don't you know that your Qing Medical Hall is quite remote?"

"Is it remote? It only takes a few minutes to fly with a sword."

"How can a new disciple fly with a sword?" Mo Xiaolan sighed, and walked out of Qingyi Hall with all her might. Hua Ruoruo followed immediately. She had just been bandaged, and although she looked like she could stand up, she had no idea how long she could hold on.

When they arrived at the Qingyuan Hall, it was noon. The sun was high in the sky, and the sunlight spread over the entire mountain, making people feel very hot. The written examination venue was in a side hall next to the Qingyuan Hall. When Mo Xiaolan saw it, Qi Run was kneeling outside the examination room. It seemed that he had been kneeling for a long time. Big beads of sweat kept flowing down, and a large part of his back was wet.

"Qi Run?"

Hearing someone calling him, Qi Run raised his head and said respectfully, "Master Mo Feng."

"Why are you kneeling here? Why don't you go in and take the exam?"

"I..." Qi Run lowered his head and stammered, "I'll..."

"He is half an hour late." Duan Shuangying pushed the door open and came in. There was no doubt that she was the invigilator for this year's written examination.

Mo Xiaolan explained: "There is a reason why he is late. Let him take the exam first. I will bear all the consequences."

Duan Shuangying smiled and said, "This new disciple is really someone important. Even the peak master is begging for him."

Mo Xiaolan rolled her eyes at her and said, "You really act like a tyrant when someone is backing you up. Don't forget that you are just a disciple."

Duan Shuangying snorted nonchalantly, his whole body exuding the word "arrogant": "So what? I am the invigilator this time. Could it be that the leader of the sect has broken the sect's decades-old rules and allowed a disciple who has no sense of time to come in for the exam?"

"I told you there's a reason!" Mo Xiaolan's face was slightly angry and her brows were furrowed. This action scared Duan Shuangying. Mo Xiaolan has always been known as an icy beauty. When facing unfamiliar people, it is difficult to see emotions on her face. When she is really angry, it really makes people feel dangerous.