"My lady, you're back!"
As soon as I stepped into the inn, the man walked over quickly.
Xihe nodded, holding his hand as they went upstairs, feeling somewhat guilty: "I'm sorry, I didn't tell you before because I saw you weren't awake yet. I won't do that next time."
Fan Xiu shook his head and asked, "But what happened?"
"I went to see Qingle."
"Qingle? She is in Tianmu City?"
"Um."
Fan Xiu seemed lost in thought. It had been a long time since he had heard this name, and he was a little dazed for a moment: "What is she doing now? What happened over there?"
"Nothing happened, it's still the same as before."
Xihe didn't know why he made this trip, but he suddenly felt something in his heart, so he came.
She wrapped her arms around the man's neck, fell on the bed, and said, "Although I have sealed her sea of consciousness, I have not imprisoned her soul. Everything she does now, every move, is clearly seen by her other self."
Therefore, Qingle knew all her grievances and debts during this period.
How to do it? What is the choice?
When the ban is lifted one day, she can make her own choice.
Fan Xiu nodded: "That's good."
He was good at self-regulation. After a period of self-relief, he had long been able to look at everything that had happened before calmly. How Qingle was doing was none of his business. He didn't care, and he didn't care.
As the sun rose higher, the inn gradually became lively.
After lunch, the three asked the waiter what was fun in Tianmu City and what was worth visiting. Then they spent the afternoon touring the city and went to the famous Lotus Lake outside the city the next morning.
The lotus leaves are endless and green, and the lotus flowers are particularly red in the sun.
It was so charming that people couldn't help but stay there for two days, and only went somewhere else after they had enough fun.
"To refine the Er Pei Yuan Dan, you need to use an open flame, Uncle Zhong, you forgot again."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Madam. I've been confused again."
In addition to playing, he also practiced. Xihe would take out an hour every day to teach Uncle Zhong how to make elixirs. Whenever this happened, Fan Xiu would read or write by himself, and he was quite happy.
Although Liangyuan is nice, it is not a place to stay for long.
Fan Xiu's dream was to travel around the Thousand Mountains Realm. After staying for a few days, the group set off again.
The carriage left the city and headed towards the eastern part of Qianshan Realm. It was on the official road, so the journey was not too bumpy... and passed by an old woman with a cane.
Xihe seemed to sense something and turned around, seeing the old man staggering.
The sky was cloudless, the mountains were lush green, the wild grass was knee-high, and green fruits hung on the branches. The old woman raised her crutch to knock them down, bent down to pick them up, wiped them on her waist, and put them to her mouth to chew.
It's astringent and bitter, making your teeth fall out.
The old woman ate expressionlessly, and when she was full, she climbed up the grass stems step by step into the mountains.
The wind blew, the treetops swayed, and the birds, monkeys, and fearless rabbits in the mountains passed by her feet. Qingle passed by with an expressionless face. Occasionally, a tiger passed by her, but she remained calm and at ease.
tiger:? ? ?
He couldn't help but lean over and roared at her: "Roar——"
Qingle kept walking on her own path, across the grass, on the dirt path, and along the stream, from dusk till dawn. One day, she suddenly heard someone calling her, "Hey, old lady!"
Qingle looked up and saw a wide view full of lush greenery.
The green lake was surrounded by green mountains. A young man in coarse linen clothes looked at her with a smile. Under the scorching sun, the smile was eye-catching.
The young man ran over and said, "Old man, why are you here alone?"
"Oh, your foot is bleeding. It must be very painful. Let me take a look at it for you." He scratched his head and smiled innocently. "I learned some medical skills from my grandfather. I can do a simple bandage."
Qingle stared at him without saying a word.
The boy felt a little embarrassed by being stared at, so he picked up the straw basket and said, "I live not far away, please come with me."
The young man strode ahead, took two steps, and then stopped immediately. He waited until she came to his side before slowly walking towards the thatched hut in the distance.
The cottage was built in the mountains, with a crooked fence. A big black dog was tied in the yard, and it would bark "woof woof woof" when it saw Qingle. Skins of various wild animals were hung on the wall, and a chair was shaking in the yard.
The young man bent down and treated Qingle's wounds, asking if it hurt every time he treated a part.
Qingle looked at the boy's frizzy hair, his eyes blank, his mind wandering to nowhere. The boy didn't care, he fetched some water and some clean old clothes for her to wash.
The young boy looked to be about eight or nine years old, but he was very experienced in his work.
Perhaps because grandpa was no longer around, he was particularly kind to Qingle and didn't drive her away. He allowed her to stay, so the small yard with one person and one dog had one more person.
The boy went to collect herbs during the day, and always came back with one or two prey in his hands.
Qingle didn't ask, but the boy kept on rambling on: "These traps were taught to me by my grandfather. Unfortunately, I'm not strong enough yet. When I get stronger, I can dig them."
As spring passed and autumn came, Xihe took Fan Xiu to the eastern sea.
And the little boy is gone.
On a very ordinary morning, the young boy went out with a bow and arrow, saying goodbye to Qingle with a bright face. His receding back was full of joy... From early morning to noon, from noon to evening, from evening to early morning... he never came back.
“Woof woof woof——”
The old dog roared at the mountain, and it felt like his heart was being torn apart.
Qingle sat in the rocking chair, looking up at the sky. After a while, he stood up and walked to the dog and untied the rope. The dog immediately rushed out.
The sun came out and the mist in the mountains gradually thinned. After a long time, the dog came back with a piece of cloth. On a sunny day, it was like a drowned dog, whimpering and rubbing against Qingle's legs.
Qingle swung her toes and the rocking chair began to rock.
After eating the food in the thatched hut, one morning, Qingle walked down the mountain wearing animal leather shoes. Gouzi was an old dog. He looked at the people who were walking away, then at the thatched hut, and finally squatted in front of the hut.
Late autumn,
People outside Jincheng entered the city one after another.
The soldier checked the ID card: "Okay, enter... Stop, beggars are not allowed into the city."
People around looked over and saw a barefoot, ragged old beggar blocked at the city gate. His hair was disheveled and his clothes had not been washed for who knows how long. A sour smell could be smelled from afar.
Qingle looked at the soldier, pursed his lips and said nothing.
The soldier was speechless: "Go, go, go, go and wash yourself first, you..."
"What are you doing? You're blocking my young master's way, do you know?"
"Oh, my, I'm sorry, I'll chase this old beggar away right now. Quick, get out of the way, open the door, open the door."
The crowd made way for a gorgeous carriage to arrive. Passing by soldiers, the curtains were slightly opened, revealing a pair of clear eyes. Before they could exclaim, the curtains were lowered, and the carriage wheels rolled into the city.
Not long after, the dirty old beggar disappeared.
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