This year, Meng Tinglan turned sixteen.
It was the time when the flowers were blooming in the sixteen-year-old girl’s house. She is very beautiful, and her every move and smile has a different kind of youthfulness.
Before she was ten years old, she lived a life of fine clothing and fine food.
When she was ten years old, she was punished by her father Chen Yang and abandoned in the snowy wilderness. Later, she learned from her master Yuan Ruyan that the Zi Mansion was destroyed and her mother left.
As a last resort, she became a disciple of Aunt Gongsun.
Time passed very quickly. In the past six years, Meng Tinglan had become accustomed to this kind of life.
Her cultivation speed is not slow and her talent is very high.
Now, her cultivation has reached the Virtual Immortal Realm.
All of Aunt Gongsun's disciples are about the same age as her, and Meng Tinglan has the highest level of cultivation among all the disciples.
On this day, in the afternoon, Meng Tinglan came to a courtyard.
This courtyard is in the forest.
Danube is covered with snow all year round, and the sun cannot melt the snow.
Meng Tinglan was wearing a snow-white dress, and her eyes were blue, as if Snow White had come to the world.
There was a faint sunlight shining in the other courtyard.
Meng Tinglan came to the front of the courtyard and saw that the door was closed.
She reached out and knocked on the door.
After a while, Aunt Gongsun's voice came from inside.
"come in!"
Meng Tinglan pushed open the door and entered.
In front of the courtyard is a house with two floors.
On the second floor, Aunt Gongsun was sitting on the balcony.
She is making tea.
The steaming tea gas contains the aroma of tea.
Aunt Gongsun is from the dragon tribe, and she has cultivated to the point of human form.
This is because the dragon tribe feels that human limbs are flexible, so they are evolving in this direction. When fighting, they can still return to their original form.
Aunt Gongsun’s cultivation is at the second level of Creation Realm.
She looked to be in her thirties and very beautiful.
She also has two horns on her head.
Meng Tinglan walked up the stairs to the second floor. She stood in front of Aunt Gongsun, then saluted respectfully and said, "Disciple, I pay my respects to Master."
Nowadays, Meng Tinglan has a sense of calmness about her body.
She doesn't look like a sixteen-year-old girl at all, she doesn't have that innocence about her.
Some are mature and sophisticated.
"Without courtesy, sit down. Try the tea I made for you!" Aunt Gongsun asked Meng Tinglan to sit next to her, and poured a cup of hot tea for Meng Tinglan.
Meng Tinglan took it respectfully, took a sip, and said, "It's very fragrant. Although it's bitter in the mouth, the aftertaste is endless. There's enough spiritual energy in it. This is a rare fairy tea before the rain."
Aunt Gongsun smiled and said, "Not bad, not bad."
Meng Tinglan then said: "I wonder what the master's instructions are for recruiting disciples here?"
Aunt Gongsun smiled and said, "Tinglan, what did you gain from going to Jinyuan City last month?"
"Jinyuan City?" Meng Tinglan was slightly startled, and then said: "You mean that Third Young Master Long? He intended to tease my disciple, but she was later killed by you."
Aunt Gongsun said: "That Long San is the son of the Lord of Jinyuan City. He has been a little overlord since he was a child. Whatever he likes and likes, he must get it. When he got into trouble in the past, his father took care of him. But this time , he actually molested you, this is retribution and an unforgivable crime. So, I killed him!"
Meng Tinglan lowered his head.
Aunt Gongsun said: "Why don't you speak?"
Meng Tinglan smiled bitterly and said, "I understand what you mean. You want to tell me that if I were still by my mother's side, maybe Long San's fate would be my fate."
Aunt Gongsun said: "You already know that Zi Mansion has not been really destroyed. Why have you never thought of returning to Zi Mansion for so many years?"
Meng Tinglan fell silent.
After a long time, she said to Aunt Gongsun: "Master, I don't want to talk about this. If you have something to tell me, I will do my best to do it."
"Are you blaming your mother?" Aunt Gongsun asked.
Meng Tinglan said nothing.
"Tinglan!" At this moment, Meng Qingchen's voice suddenly sounded.
Then, the door to the void opened.
An extraordinarily beautiful purple-haired woman walked out of the Void Gate.
This woman is none other than Meng Qingchen.
Meng Qingchen came to Meng Tinglan and Aunt Gongsun.
Aunt Gongsun immediately stood up, saluted, and said, "Gongsun has met the senior!"
Meng Qingchen smiled at Madam Gongsun and said, "Miss Gongsun, you are Tinglan's master. We are equals to me, so don't be polite. This will offend me too much."
Aunt Gongsun smiled and said, "Senior, you're welcome."
Meng Qingchen said with a smile: "Didn't we all agree that you can just call me Qingchen? Don't be so divided between us."
Aunt Gongsun stopped refusing and said with a smile: "That's good!"
Then, she said: "I will leave first so as not to disturb your mother-daughter reunion."
Just as Aunt Gongsun was about to leave, Meng Tinglan said, "Master, I'll go with you."
When Meng Qingchen appeared, she was excited, but she tried her best to restrain it.
"Nonsense!" Aunt Gongsun said to Meng Tinglan, "Just stay here."
After Mrs. Gongsun finished speaking, she left in a flash.
Meng Tinglan is about to leave with him...
Meng Qingchen just waved his hand and sealed the surrounding area.
She smiled slightly at Meng Tinglan and said, "Why, now that your wings are hardened, you don't even want to recognize your mother?"
Meng Tinglan turned her back and said one word at a time: "As early as six years ago, I lost my mother. I have no father or mother, only my master!"
"Tinglan, you have grown up." Meng Qingchen sat down and said, "I can understand that you have resentment in your heart. You haven't seen your mother in six years, but your mother is paying attention to you every day. Mother. It’s not that I don’t care about you, in these years, every time you cry at night, every time you are hurt, sad and happy, my mother knows.”
"Just because... I kicked that Qilin, I have to be punished like this, six years?" Meng Tinglan suddenly became excited, she turned around and said with red eyes: "Am I your biological daughter? "
Meng Qingchen looked at Meng Tinglan. After a moment of silence, she said, "Sit down and listen to what I have to say, okay?"
"I don't want to hear it!" Meng Tinglan blocked her ears.
Meng Qingchen smiled bitterly and said, "Your personality is really like my mother's, that's why your father is so afraid that you will grow crooked."
"I don't have a father, I don't!" Meng Tinglan said with some excitement.
Meng Qingchen stood up, came behind Meng Tinglan, put her hands on her shoulders, and said, "Girl, don't be angry with me anymore, okay? I know you have a lot of resentment and hatred, and there are also a lot of I don’t understand. The reason why I came today is because I think you have really grown up. The truth should make sense. Didn’t you tell your master a few days ago that you finally understood the difference between me and your father? Have you worked hard?"
"That's what I said on purpose." Meng Tinglan said.
Meng Qingchen smiled and said, "Even if you said it on purpose, you still want your mother to come over, don't you?"
Meng Tinglan suddenly burst into tears and said, "I hate you. You abandoned me for so long and suddenly reappeared. What does this mean? What does everything you have suffered in six years mean?"
Meng Qingchen said: "These six years will be the most valuable experience in your life, right? Your father left three months after you arrived here. Later, I could have taken you back, but I didn't. You Do you know why?"
"Why?" Meng Tinglan couldn't help but ask.
Meng Qingchen took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears, and then said: "Two reasons. First, you have indeed changed a lot with your master. It is changing for the better! Second, because I saw your father A letter left for you. I will give you this letter now."
After she finished speaking, she took out a letter.
Meng Tinglan refused directly and said, "I don't want to read his letter."
Meng Qingchen smiled and said, "At least you should be curious about what the person who trapped you here for six years would say to you, right?"
Meng Tinglan was really curious about what was written in this letter.
After hesitating for a while, she accepted the letter.
Inside the envelope is a jade slip with many words on it.
Meng Tinglan read it with magic power.
"My daughter Tinglan: See Xin'an.
I originally told your mother that we would see your performance in three years. If it's already good, I'll take you home. But in fact, as a father, I am not sure whether your mother can do it.
You and I have only met each other a few times, and I'm sorry that I have caused you so much suffering just after we met. You already hate being a father. I'm afraid I don't even bother to read this letter now. Therefore, when I wrote this letter, my father also felt uneasy. If you don’t want to be considered a father, even a father can understand.
I can't help you. From the time you were born until you were ten years old, I never fulfilled my responsibility as a father for a single day. I can understand whether you hate, complain, or deny me. The reason why I sent you to Aunt Gongsun for training is because I know your mother is too doting on you. In my life, I have experienced a lot and seen a lot of karma. What's more, I'm worried that you developed a lawless character around your mother, which will sow evil causes and reap the consequences in the future. By then, we will all regret it.
I’ve been since I was little…”
Meng Tinglan saw that in this letter, the father she had never recognized talked a lot.
She saw her father growing up with her master, and later she learned that her mother was killed by her biological father. The half-brother was also lawless because he was doted on since he was a child, and eventually died of the backlash.
At the end of the letter:
"Tinglan, it doesn't matter whether you recognize your father or not. What's important is that your life is not for me, nor for your mother. You have to live for yourself and think about what you want to be. What kind of person. Suffering, if you can't get through it, is a terrible and terrible life. Suffering, if you can get through it, is the fragrance that once flowed in your life. It will become a precious experience in your life! So, Aunt Gongsun here Will this experience become the fragrance of your life, or will it be a bad past that you don’t want to remember? It all depends on how you choose."
The last signature of the letter is, I love your father, Chen Yangliu!
After reading the letter, Meng Tinglan held the jade slip tightly in her palm.
She was silent and didn't say a word, but she didn't know what she was thinking about at this moment.
