Today the Flowers Are Like Snow

In the past, the snow was like flowers, but now the flowers are like snow. [Master of the Flower of the Clear Breeze and the Moon on the High Mountains × Disciple who is gentle, compassionate and considerate of all living beings] Eight years ago, fifteen-year-old Wen Jing'an rescued a child who was haunted by evil spirits. Unexpectedly, this child turned out to be the young master of Yuantianmen. He accepted him as his disciple, preached and received his vocation. Unexpectedly, within a year, Wen Jing'an left the sect because he disagreed with the sect's concepts. In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the snow is as white as flowers. Rong Wanyi asked him: "Master, why are you leaving?" The young man in white clothes in front of him just shook his head and said, "I will tell you when you grow up." Before leaving, he gave Rong Wanyi a jade pendant and said to his seven-year-old apprentice: "There are mountains and rivers in my heart, and compassion in my eyes." A few years later, Yuantianmen was destroyed, and Wen Jing'an rescued twelve-year-old Rong Wanyi from the sea of fire and brought him back to Fuguang Sect. Under the bright moon and the clear breeze, fifteen-year-old Rong Wanyi knelt in front of Wen Jing'an after the hairpin banquet and asked him why he left back then. "Master, I have reached your age, can you tell me?" Unfortunately, she still didn't get an answer. Later, she didn't ask again. A few months later, Rong Wanyi left the army. But the good times didn't last long. Not long after she left the army, she encountered the catastrophe of misaligned stars. Took away her master. After she held the funeral for her master, she somehow returned to eight years ago with her current body. It happened to be three months after Master left Yuantianmen. At the end of Mao month, the plum blossoms are as white as snow. She looked back at the attic of the inn and saw the boy in white from eight years ago. She didn't know how she felt, whether it was lost or found, she just wanted to be by his side, in any capacity. Soaked in ink at night, the moon is still young. The two sat opposite each other, leaning over to pour wine, drinking under the moonlight. In the dimly lit room, there was a hint of eyebrow raising. Rong Wanyi has been living with Wen Jing'an in this world for nearly a year, and she pretends to be very good. But paper can never hold fire. After hearing her explanation, Wen Jing'an felt no blame or blame as she expected. He was just silent for a while, and then spoke after a long while: "Silly boy..." One night, Rong Wanyi returned to her original world. The dead master gave her a dream, saying that this world was fake. But the self in that world is real. "Wanyi, bring him back and merge his soul with my other two souls, and the master will be back." Rong Wanyi went back to find Wen Jing'an when she was a boy, and said, "You don't blame me now, but based on your experience and views after merging your soul, it wouldn't necessarily be the case." Wen Jing'an just shook his head and patted her shoulder: "No." Intention: Never forget the original intention