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After the magnificent battle between immortals and demons, Molan decided to undergo solitary training to calm her mind and cultivate her skills. She chose a secluded valley in the northern part of the immortal realm as her destination, where the scenery was beautiful and the spiritual energy abundant, perfect for quiet cultivation.
Halfway there, a beautiful meteor streaked across the sky, prompting Molan to make a wish involuntarily. Just as she was immersed in that brief moment of beauty, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice broke the silence: "To encounter the fairy Molan in this desolate place is truly a blessing of a lifetime."
Molan turned around and saw a man in black standing leisurely in the moonlight, the same mysterious man she had encountered before. In the moonlight, his face appeared even more profound, exuding a charm that was hard to grasp.
"Is it you?" Molan was slightly surprised, then smiled. "Meeting again, it seems fate has brought us together once more. I just didn't expect to see you here."
The man smiled slightly, his steps light as he approached Molan: "Coincidences in this world are as numerous as the stars, who could have predicted this? However, to meet the fairy Molan again this time, I am quite pleased."
His voice slowly came through the night breeze, carrying a softness that was inadvertently revealed, forming a sharp contrast with the mysterious and contradictory atmosphere around him. Molan looked at him, slightly surprised by this encounter, yet a hint of curiosity also arose in her heart.
" Cheng Moyao, is this your name?" Molan asked softly, remembering that she hadn't learned his name during their last encounter.
Cheng Moyao nodded, a look of surprise in his eyes as if he hadn't expected Molan to directly mention his name. "Yes, Molan fairy, I am Cheng Moyao. I haven't introduced myself, it seems I have been a bit rude," he said, smiling gently, his smile containing an indescribable charm.
Molan nodded slightly, feeling even more curious about this mysterious man. " Cheng Moyao, you always appear so suddenly, catching people off guard," she said with a light laugh, her tone tinged with a hint of playfulness.
"Perhaps this is what they call fate," Cheng Moyao approached step by step, his voice deep and charming, "To meet again in this vast immortal realm, can it be simply attributed to coincidence?"
Molan listened and couldn't help but feel a strange palpitation in her heart. She took a step back, maintaining an appropriate distance from Cheng Moyao, seemingly being cautious of his charm. " Cheng Moyao, you always say things that are hard to figure out. However, I have indeed become somewhat interested in you."
After hearing this, Cheng Moyao's eyes flashed with a gleam. He knew well that his charm and intelligence were enough to captivate most people, but Molan's frankness and honesty made him feel somewhat intrigued. "Molan fairy, your sincerity is admirable. In that case, why don't we exchange more thoughts?"
Two people converse under the moonlight, and although the atmosphere is relaxed, they both understand in their hearts that this encounter is not just a simple coincidence. For Molan, Cheng Moyao is full of mysteries, and for Cheng Moyao, Molan's personality and reactions also pique his interest.
This kind of encounter may truly be a destined fate, or perhaps there is another hidden reason. However, regardless of the outcome, this moment of interaction undoubtedly sows a subtle connection between the two.
Cheng Moyao, under the gaze of Molan, seemed to have no hesitation as he began to recount his past. His voice was deep and magnetic, as if every word could reach directly into one's heart.
"In ancient times, my family was a powerful force in the immortal realm," Cheng Moyao spoke slowly, without any arrogance in his words, yet conveying a sense of gravity, "But the good times didn't last long. Due to power struggles and conflicts in the immortal realm, my family gradually lost its former glory."
Molan listened, her brows slightly furrowed, feeling the helplessness and desolation in Cheng Moyao's words. She asked softly, "And what about you? What did you do when your family faced difficulties?"
Cheng Moyao smiled faintly, a hint of bitterness in that smile. "I tried to save them, but it was in vain. The rules of the immortal realm are far crueler than I had imagined. In the end, I chose to leave and began a long journey of wandering."
Molan After listening, my sympathy for Cheng Moyao deepened. She could feel that this seemingly carefree man actually carries indescribable pressure and pain.
Cheng Moyao gazed into the distance as if traversing through time and space, back to those difficult years. "During my wandering days, I witnessed the vastness of the immortal realm and encountered various creatures. These experiences have given me a deeper understanding of the immortal realm and taught me how to survive using wisdom."
Molan Hearing this, I couldn't help but ask, "So, what is your current wish? Do you still want to regain the former glory of your family?"
Cheng Moyao fell silent for a moment, then said lightly, "My wish? Perhaps just to find a peaceful place of my own in this immortal realm. As for the glory of my family, that is already a thing of the past."
Molan listened to Cheng Moyao's words and couldn't help but feel a strange sense of emotion. She could feel that every word from Cheng Moyao was not empty talk, but his true feelings. In this strange and bizarre fairy world, being able to hear such sincere words was undoubtedly a precious experience for Molan.
Cheng Moyao's past was like a wonderful book, with every page filled with stories.
Later, Cheng Moyao took Molan to explore a hidden ancient site. There, they not only encountered unexpected dangers, but also unexpectedly discovered some treasures related to Cheng Moyao's family. These discoveries deepened Molan's understanding of Cheng Moyao and added a subtle complexity to their relationship.
On a cool night, Cheng Moyao revealed his inner thoughts to Molan. His words were full of wisdom and revealed a sense of resignation and acceptance towards the past. As Molan listened, she not only deeply resonated with Cheng Moyao's story, but also gradually understood the mysterious charm within him, which stemmed from his profound insight and detachment from worldly affairs.
" Cheng Moyao, your past indeed evokes a kind of inexplicable tragedy, but your ability to face it so openly is also a rare courage," Molan sincerely said, her eyes filled with respect for Cheng Moyao.
Cheng Moyao looked at the sky full of stars and smiled lightly, "You flatter me, Molan. How can everything in life go as one wishes? Learning to let go is also a form of cultivation." With that, he turned his head and looked at Molan with profound eyes, "I am curious, Molan, why did you choose to embark on the path of cultivation?"
Molan fell silent for a moment, then softly shared her story, from being an ordinary female student who crossed over, to her determination to establish herself in this immortal realm, every step filled with difficulties. Her words revealed a strong will and an aspiration for beauty.
Cheng Moyao listened, his gaze deep and thoughtful, as if pondering something. After a moment, he softly said, "Molan fairy, your experience is another kind of inspiration for me. Perhaps we are all seeking our own paths, no matter how difficult the process may be."
The two of them communicated their inner journeys under the moonlight, finding a special resonance in each other's stories. As time passed, their understanding and knowledge of each other deepened, and this unique friendship quietly took root in their hearts.
As the night grew darker, the two reluctantly bid farewell, and Cheng Moyao's figure disappeared into the night, leaving Molan with deep thoughts. She felt that this chance encounter not only deepened her understanding of Cheng Moyao, but also added new colors to her path of cultivation.
Back at the Bi shui Palace, Molan lay on the bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time. Cheng Moyao's words echoed in her mind, and the thoughts about letting go and transcending seemed to give her new insights. Throughout this journey in the immortal realm, every encounter and experience continued to shape her soul, making her stronger and more open-minded.
From Cheng Moyao, Molan learned not only about the understanding of cultivating immortality, but also gained a profound understanding of the meaning of life. His past was like a mirror, reflecting certain desires and struggles deep within her own heart, and it made her realize that everyone's path to immortality is unique, filled with personal choices and efforts.
In the days to come, Molan became more focused on her own cultivation, but at the same time, she also began to pay more attention to the world around her and to those who were striving in this world. Cheng Moyao gave her an inspiration, that even in this immortal world full of dangers, one should not forget their original intention and overlook the beauty on the path of cultivation.
As time flew by, Molan's cultivation in the immortal world increased. Her wondrous encounter with Cheng Moyao became a precious memory in her heart. Although she didn't know if they would meet again in the future, Molan believed that every encounter had its special meaning and was arranged by destiny.
The story of Cheng Moyao is like a clear spring, nourishing Molan's soul, making her more determined and confident on the path of cultivation. As for Cheng Moyao, Molan has become an indelible tenderness in his heart, reminding him that even in this ever-changing immortal world, there are still things worth protecting and cherishing.
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