Zheng Xiao Mistake: The Mistake of Rebirth Provoked the Cold Master

The next morning.

It was daybreak, with a few thin clouds hanging in the blue sky.

On the bank of Mount Qi, Rong Yan was dragged by Zhu Zheng through thorns and bushes and entered the mountain, following his memory to find the foggy entrance to the mountain stream.

After returning home yesterday, Zhu Zheng asked Yan Niang in detail about the legend of Qi Shanjun, and then kept it to herself without telling Rong Yan. She was so excited that she couldn't sleep all night.

As soon as it was daybreak, she urged him to go into the mountains with her.

The morning breeze was chilly, filling my sleeves and making my hair flutter and tangle.

Zhu Zheng held Rong Yan's hand and walked slowly on the dead leaves on the ground, looking at the sky, the clouds, and the trees from time to time, trying to find the exact location of yesterday's adventure.

Last night, lying in Rong Yan's arms, she closed her eyes and thought about the fairy valley in Qi Mountain all night.

Gods and the like are too fantastic, Zhu Zheng doesn’t really believe in them.

But as for Rong Yan, Zhu Zheng took a closer look. The more she looked at his nose and eyes, the more she liked them. He was indeed as precious as a pile of stones and as unparalleled in the world.

Before she knew him, she had heard children in the streets singing his songs everywhere. After hearing them so many times, she had memorized them all.

The folk song says that he has a face like a lotus, the bones of a general, and the bearing of a banished immortal.

If she met such a person in the gloomy forest, she would probably think she had seen a god from somewhere.

The travel notes wrote about the famous Peach Blossom Spring and many stories about encountering immortals, most of which were false legends and were all about some mysterious tribes that reclusive from the world.

Qishan Valley is a secluded place like this worldly place, and it must be like the Peach Blossom Spring, with flowers blooming like clouds and spring-like weather all year round. It is home to a group of Rong Yan's ethereal relatives, each of whom is as extraordinary as he is.

Also, Zhu Zheng studied the map carefully last night. The Qi Mountain Range stretches for thousands of miles, running across Dayong from the west. It has changed many names, and it can indeed reach Chengxu Mountain to the north.

What a coincidence, what a coincidence.

She felt very happy for a moment. Gong Yixiu's first arrow let her know Rong Yan's past, and the second arrow helped her find his hometown. It was not in vain.

The more Zhu Zheng thought about it, the more she felt that everything made sense. Suddenly, she said, "It suddenly occurred to me that maybe you didn't know how to speak when you were a child, but you didn't know how to speak Chinese."

That's right! Because it was Chixi language, he couldn't understand it and couldn't speak it.

Rong Yan looked a little unnatural and cleared his throat.

"I couldn't speak when I was a kid...how do you know?"

Seeing that he was embarrassed, Zhu Zheng smiled and shook her head, "But I know more than just this. I know a lot more about you."

After searching for a while, Zhu Zheng finally found a big crooked tree covered with moss. He confirmed that this was the place where he fell and looked around.

I don’t know if it’s because it’s dawn, but this deep forest and this valley look different today than they did yesterday.

It seems too bright.

Zhu Zheng felt a little unsure, so she jogged a few laps on the spot and found her position. She looked left and right, but it was no use, so she tried the same posture and fell twice.

Until Rong Yan pulled her over and hugged her, wrapped Zhu Zheng in his cloak, and half held her in his arms.

"If you fall, I will have to die with you."

Zhu Zheng covered his mouth, "Pfft, don't say that. Suicide for love is too unlucky."

She still remembered the bad fortune she had drawn in the temple, but she no longer dared to speak without restraint as before.

Rong Yan held her hand tightly, and seeing that she frowned seriously, he nodded slowly, "Okay, I won't say it."

Zhu Zheng took two deep breaths and started spinning like a headless fly again.

Before setting off, Zhu Zheng only said that she wanted to take a walk in the mountains. Rong Yan was dragged around to look around. He held her hand to prevent her from slipping, and also had to be careful not to prick her feet with anything. Finally, he realized that she didn't seem to be taking a walk.

"What are you looking for?"

Zhu Zheng stopped and looked at Rong Yan with dejected eyes.

The surprise she prepared didn't seem so easy to realize.

The words that were held in her stomach turned from excitement to dullness. There was no need to hide it any longer, so Zhu Zheng carefully recounted what happened when she met Qi Shanjun yesterday.

Especially emphasized the same Pei Xiao, the same eyebrows and eyes...

Rong Yan fell silent after hearing this.

Until Zhu Zheng looked up and patted Rong Yan, "Can you play a song?"

He realized that he was distracted. "What do you want to hear?"

Zhu Zheng: "Anything is fine."

This morning she specifically asked Rong Yan to bring her purple bamboo nine-section flute, thinking that it could be used as a token of their meeting and recognition.

But it could be used now. The sound of his flute was clear and simple, and perhaps it could be heard in the valley below, attracting someone who understood its purpose.

Rong Yan was silent for a moment, then looked into Zhu Zheng's dark, glowing eyes with anxious anticipation, and then he took off the flute from his body and put it to his lips.

Melodious music then overflowed.

The song he played was "The Phoenix Returns to Its Nest".

The melody rises and falls like soft silk blown by the wind, caressing the clouds, dew, grass and trees of Qishan that have remained unchanged for thousands of years.

Wisps of sound drifted into the empty and bottomless valley, and the valley responded with a soft and deep symphony of echoes.

When the song ended, the echo in the empty valley gradually disappeared.

Two snow-white skylarks flew over the treetops.

The scene that Zhu Zheng imagined, where Qi Shanjun stepped out from the clouds and met Rong Yan, did not happen.

Rong Yan saw Zhu Zheng's head gradually drooping, so he reached out and pinched her face.

"what happened?"

Zhu Zheng felt inexplicably sad and buried her face in his robe.

"I thought……"

She did not continue.

Rong Yan knew what she wanted to say. He held the person in his arms with one hand and slowly stroked the patterns on the tail of the flute with the other hand, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.

These lines that he had touched countless times, perhaps they were not fish scales, but layers of valleys...

Naturally, there was no answer.

But Rong Yan was very calm.

This answer had troubled him and he had pondered it thousands of times in countless late nights. It accompanied him throughout his entire youth.

Now, I don’t care anymore.

Just like he didn't like the name "Rong Yan" before, but that night he sat in front of the marriage certificate, thought for a long time, and finally signed with this name.

Rong Yan.

Without being Cheng Yi, he wouldn’t be who he is now.

And if I keep being Cheng Yi, I will never meet her in this life.

Master once said, outside a mountain is another mountain, and at the end of a road is another road.

By chance, his path led to Chengxu Mountain and Yutian Temple, and he crossed Cangshan Mountain and Qingchuan Mountain, rivers and seas, and wandered through countless branching roads. He bet right every time and finally arrived at the day when he met her.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the mountains are quiet.

It took Zhu Zheng a long time to accept that the reason why an encounter is called an encounter is that it can only be encountered but not sought after.

She raised her head and asked with a little guilt, "Do you think I was lying to you?"

After all, there is nothing more cruel than raising someone's hopes and then extinguishing them.

Rong Yan lowered his eyebrows and looked at her, with a soft light in his eyes, "Is it you?"

Zhu Zheng pursed her lips and said hesitantly, "I...I'm not sure now."

A lot of things happened by coincidence last night, and she had been thinking all night, so she might have made up a lot of things that didn't exist.

She even hoped that Rong Yan thought she was joking.

But she would never joke about it.

Just when Zhu Zheng was feeling guilty and confused, Rong Yan suddenly pinched the tip of her nose.

"I believe."

The miasma of Qishan Mountain will make people see what they want to see most.

Just like when I walked out of that long snowy night in my childhood, I would have hallucinations from time to time, thinking that I suddenly saw light on the road ahead.

What Zhu Zheng saw might be an illusory world, or perhaps an immortal from the other world.

Basically, I want to find a place for him to come from and a family for him.

Her concern for him caused ripples in Rong Yan's heart.

He was willing to believe the story Zhu Zheng told him.

It’s just that the reason why the story starts is not that important anymore.

Because of her, many things have changed.

It was something different that he had never imagined and he didn't want anything to go wrong.

The ground was covered with golden Bubuyike flowers with their petals held high, and the rushing mist was like the roar of wild horses, coming and going in white.

The valley shaded by jungle is green and quiet.

The two stood side by side on the edge of the cliff. Seeing that he was in a trance for a long time, Zhu Zheng gently squeezed his palm and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

The mountain wind made Rong Yan's hair messy. He lowered his head to look at the person in his arms. There was mist on her eyelashes, and her black eyeballs reflected the world, as well as his shadow.

Rong Yan raised the corners of his lips lightly, leaned over and kissed Zhu Zheng between the eyebrows.

"I was thinking you saw them better than I did."

If he saw it, he would probably think about the past, but Zhu Zheng would only be happy for him.

All Bodhisattvas and Mahasattvas should subdue their minds in this way, and enable all sentient beings to enter into the Nirvana of no remainder and attain extinction...

The past was mottled, like the fog in the mountains, which dampened his life. But today, as he left the East Mountain, the clouds and fog had dispersed, and it was time to let go.

The rain and fog were thick, the thin clouds dispersed, and a ray of sunlight illuminated the valley obliquely.

Rong Yan stood by the mountain stream, his clothes fluttering, holding the purple bamboo nine-section flute in his hand, and finally rubbed the tail of the flute with his fingertips.

After a long time, he raised his wrist and threw the flute down.

Zhu Zheng was not prepared for his sudden action. She let out an "ah" and subconsciously wanted to pick it up.

Rong Yan grabbed her and brought her tightly into his arms.

The flute rolled into the deep valley, making an ethereal collision sound, which, along with Zhu Zheng's screams, startled a group of birds and caused them to fly away.

As the sunlight grew brighter, the birds flew by without leaving any trace, and soon there was no sound again in the dense forest.

Only Rong Yan's low voice was heard.

"The wind is picking up. We should go back."