Chapter 77: Huiying Inn
She and he gradually fell asleep together. This night was really too long.
As soon as he closed his eyes, Jiaoran stepped into the lake that was shimmering with light.
But this time, the bright spots in the lake actually lit up one by one, as if they were night lights lit on the lake, or white pebbles laid in the lake.
In the dream, Jiaoran didn't know that he was in a dream, he just walked forward unconsciously on the bright spot.
The lake is endless, like a vast ocean.
After she had walked for an unknown distance, she saw millions of bright spots behind her that had lit up the road in the lake, gathering together.
Gradually, it gathered into a shining human figure, and then the light dispersed, leaving behind a woman in a golden skirt and a black hairpin in her hair.
The woman in yellow was holding a lantern in her hand and standing upright only four or five steps away from her.
Jiaoran walked slowly on the lake, his steps creating slight ripples. When he came closer, he noticed that behind the woman holding the lantern, there was a small boat that was curved like the moon, with both ends tilted so high that it was almost reaching the sky.
There was a lamp hanging at one end, swaying slightly in the night wind. The woman stood there like a stone statue, as if she had been waiting for Jiaoran for hundreds of years.
Such a strange person stared at Jiaoran with a look that was not even like a human's, which made Jiaoran feel even more weird and horrified.
She walked up to the woman without even looking at Jiaoran.
Her eyes were so cold, without pain, joy or sadness, nothing, only indifference.
As soon as she reached the side of the boat, a ladder was sent down from the tall ship. She climbed up as agile as a snake.
Jiaoran just stood there.
She couldn't just follow her without asking why.
She was originally very patient, but when she saw Jiaoran refused to come up, she bent down with her eyes full of warning. Jiaoran felt that this person was very familiar, but she couldn't remember who this person was for a moment.
Jiaoran didn't move, not even a twitch of her feet. She just raised her eyes and looked at the woman provocatively.
After a moment's stalemate with Jiaoran, she finally lost all her patience, grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the boat.
The boat then swayed and sailed away into the distance.
In the distance, it was so dark that there was no end in sight.
There was a small table on the boat, and on the table was a white porcelain vase with an orchid in it. Jiaoran relaxed a little when he smelled the fragrance of the orchid.
"Excuse me, but who are you? Do I know you?"
The strange woman said, "Yes."
It was just a word, but she spoke it coldly.
"Where does the girl come from?"
She pointed in the direction the boat was going.
Jiao Ran smiled and asked, "Are you going home?"
The woman said, "Yes."
"Then why did you invite me on board? You go back to your home, and I should go back to mine."
"Go home," the woman repeated.
Jiaoran thought this was funny, "Yeah, if you want to go home, how can you take me home with you?"
However, the other party did not smile and said, "How do you know it is not your home?"
Jiaoran pointed in the direction of the Governor's Mansion and said, "That's my home."
After saying that, she felt that something was not right. How could the Governor's Mansion be her home?
So where is her hometown?
Mianyuan? Huiying Inn?
She shook her head, saying that place was not her home.
Her family has abandoned her.
The boat soon docked as they were talking.
The woman got off the boat first and reached out her hand to take Jiaoran down.
But she refused. "If you bring a stranger home, I'm afraid you won't be able to explain to your parents. I won't leave here. Go home by yourself. I'll stay here and watch the stars."
"Are you just here looking at the stars?" the woman wondered.
"Well, go home by yourself."
"All right."
Jiaoran was just waiting for her to persuade him again or invite him, but she had already turned and left.
After she left, the water, which had been calm just now, slowly began to surge, the boat continued to shake violently, and the woman's body had sunk into the darkness.
Jiaoran was frightened and jumped off the boat.
Hurry to catch up with the woman in yellow.
Seeing her following again, the woman with the lantern couldn't help but ask, "Don't you want to see the stars?"
Jiaoran laughed dryly twice in embarrassment and dared not stay there alone anymore.
The wind ahead was even stronger, and the two people were blown so hard that they couldn't open their eyes.
After the wind, thick fog spread.
The lights were out, and in the thick fog, Jiaoran heard the woman say, "Follow me closely, or you won't get lost."
Jiaoran was so scared that he grabbed the corner of her clothes and walked forward slowly.
And she seemed to have gotten used to the darkness, the strong wind, and the fog.
Suddenly, a hand reached out from the fog and held Jiaoran's hand.
Jiaoran screamed in fright. It was a warm hand.
Jiaoran was stunned for a moment and couldn't see the man's face clearly.
Then the fog dissipated, and a voice was heard from the remaining fog, "I have been waiting for you for a long time."
It's a familiar voice.
She saw his face clearly, and it was also a very familiar face.
Jiaoran suddenly realized that she was in a dream, because there was no way she could see him at this moment.
Bamboo Lodge.
The woman with the lantern disappeared.
He was the one who led the way for Jiaoran and came to pick her up in person.
"When did you start waiting for me?"
Zhu Su said, "Guess?"
"Isn't this the Governor's Mansion?"
"Maybe."
"Can you come to the human world now?"
"This is not the human world, but a wonderland of fish and dragons."
"How did I end up here in the blink of an eye?"
"What do you think?"
"This didn't really happen, it was just a dream, right?"
He smiled and said, "I went out for a while and didn't become too stupid. It's okay."
Why was he waiting for her here, as if calling her back?
And why could he control her dreams? Jiaoran thought, no one else in the world knew except himself.
"Why did you bring me back?"
Zhu Su said, "If you didn't want to come back in your heart, I wouldn't be able to bring you back."
Jiao Ran said, "That's impossible. I never thought of coming back."
He said nothing.
Just gently tapped her forehead with your finger.
His voice was even softer, a little sad. "Sometimes, you can't even hear what your heart is saying. The world outside is too noisy."
After he said these words, Jiaoran's tears suddenly fell.
She held his hand tremblingly. "You are right. I shouldn't go back. If I hadn't gone back, my illusion would not have been punctured. I would still be the little dumpling loved by my parents. I still have a home."
He said softly, "Before you left the Fish and Dragon Wonderland, you were just a child. Now, you are a real adult. A child cannot bear the grudges and hatred. Now, it is enough for you to accept the truth."
He held her hand, holding it tightly, as if the two of them were inseparable.
Jiaoran could no longer get rid of him.
Her departure is not the end, and her return is not the beginning.
There was destined to be no beginning between them.
In the blink of an eye, there was a street in front of her, a street that Jiaoran had never been to before, or maybe she had been there but she had forgotten.
The aroma of fruit wafted from the fried fruit stall nearby, and an old lady carefully served out the golden fried fruit.
Passed it to Jiaoran, "Eat it, little girl."
Jiaoran laughed, "I'm not a little girl anymore."
As a result, as soon as he opened his mouth, he heard his voice turn into the gurgling voice of a little girl.
"Zhu Su!" When I turned around, he was gone.
"Strange, where did you run to?"
The old lady smiled and ruffled her hair. "How cute! Whose sweet baby are you?"
Jiaoran was still puzzled.
How could I become such a small child in the blink of an eye?
Grandma broke open the peanuts she had boiled in salt water and fed them to her, "Eat it! Don't be hungry. When you're full, you can go home."
Jiaoran touched his body and said, "But I don't have any money."
She smiled again, "No silver required, this is for you to eat."
"Ah, why?"
"Because some people are afraid you'll go hungry."
Jiao Ran asked, "Who is it?"
She pointed to the far end of the alley.
The wind stopped blowing, the fog disappeared completely, and the world became clear and bright.
The streets were gleaming with gold.
The first person Jiaoran saw was a middle-aged man wearing purple clothes.
He just stood there, with some dark spots on his purple clothes, as if they were wet.
His hair seemed yellowed by dust, and his beard was a little unkempt; perhaps he could use some care, but he didn't look like he had much time to spend on it.
He is waiting.
Jiaoran's little face was as tender and white as freshly husked white rice. As soon as he saw her, he liked this little girl very much.
Jiao Ran saw him squatting down and smiled innocently, "You seem to be waiting for someone?"
Her two buns were wrapped with red ribbons, which looked very festive. He said, "Yes, I'm waiting for a girl with a red ribbon."
Jiaoran touched her red silk ribbon and asked, "Ah?"
He rubbed her cheek, "Where are you from, little girl?"
"Xiao Jiao'er," she said, "Mother calls me Xiao Jiao'er."
He rubbed her face, so gently, afraid of breaking it, with infinite attachment in his eyes.
Then in the blink of an eye, her head was chopped off by a knife behind her, and her hot blood sprayed onto Jiaoran's face and neck. She could feel the heat of the blood.
The head was cut off, but the eyes were still looking at her.
She didn't know if she saw it wrong, but there was no hatred for being killed in those eyes, only relief and relief.
Her face skin fell to the ground, revealing a disguise.
Beneath the man's face is a woman's face.
Mingguang walked towards her and put the head away, "Oh, you didn't cry."
Jiaoran wiped the blood from his eyes and stared at Mingguang. They were a pair of blood-red, childish eyes.
The sky was filled with yellow sand. The streets and the people walking on them were no longer clear to Jiaoran.
Mingguang drew his sword with his backhand, then put it away with his forehand. He bent down and patted her head, "You should cry."
Jiao Ran numbly asked, "Why?"
The blade flashed across Jiaoran's expressionless face. Mingguang smiled and said, "Shh, I'll tell you a secret. Don't tell Master and his wife when you go back. Come here. The person who was killed is your mother."
She was too tall, blocking the sunlight in front of Jiaoran. "You think the master is your father and the master's wife is your mother, but you would never imagine that the one I'm holding in my hand is your real mother."
Jiaoran stared at the pool of blood on the ground with his eyes wide open, and even forgot to breathe.
A strong wind blew.
The blood on the ground was buried by the yellow sand, and everyone was covered by the yellow sand. The long street disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Mingguang's cunning smile disappeared, and her knife was gone.
The yellow sand covered the sky and the sun, and she felt her throat was filled with yellow sand.
Mianyuan is a small border town with a lot of sand and gravel, so flying sand and rocks are common.
In the blink of an eye, it was late autumn, the leaves were rustling, and the setting sun seemed to be soaked in blood.
A woman rode her horse at full speed and stopped outside the inn.
The flag of Huiying Inn fluttered weakly in the wind.
She ran past Jiaoran with a smile, as if she didn't see Jiaoran at all, and ran all the way to the inn.
Jiaoran has already realized that she is close to the truth, as long as she has the courage to step forward.
Go in, the truth will be revealed, and everything will be shown before her.
But she... actually stopped timidly.
She didn't dare.
Before it got dark, all the eternal lamps in the inn were lit.
It seems to be welcoming a guest.
It also seems like a calling signal, telling guests from afar that this place is safe.
So it was easy for her to let down her guard.
A moment later, a man was thrown out of the inn, covered in blood.
Under the rustling leaves, everything was happening beyond her control.
She held a heavy knife, and it began to rain lightly, and then the rain got heavier.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, making it impossible for Jiaoran to open his eyes.
Her knife drank blood, rain fell between heaven and earth, and she stood there.
She seemed like two different people from the woman who was jumping happily in front of the incense stick.
There was an indescribable tiredness on her face. She did not look murderous, but her weapon was filled with an overwhelming murderous aura.
She looked up at the sky, letting the rain hit her face and then slide down with the rain.
Jiaoran saw that her belly was bulging.
She looked at the knife in her hand with disgust because she was going to use this knife to kill someone.
She never had a choice.
It can be seen that her knife has not been used for a long time. She just brought it out in a hurry to keep it with her, and the knife has become rusty.
The raindrops hit it, and the red blood and brown rust mixed together, making it impossible to tell which was which.
Every time she thought everything was over, she would pick up the knife again. She could not put the knife down, and the world would not allow her to put it down.
She wanted to use this knife to protect her unborn child for the last time.
A handsome young man walked out of the inn slowly, dressed in fine clothes. Such a handsome face, however, was sneering sinisterly.
His steps were steady, his sword in hand.
"I haven't seen your swordsmanship in a long time," he said.
She asked him, "You tricked me into coming here, and you want to kill me too?"
He said, "Yes, I want to kill you."
She smiled bitterly and said calmly, "Okay, you have to queue up because there are many people who want to kill me."
Another person came out, a woman with a scar on her face, and said, "Don't you want to be famous in the martial arts world? If you kill everyone here today, you should be famous."
She sneered, "Now I know it's not easy to become famous in the martial arts world. If I don't kill everyone today, I can't leave."
He said, "Leave your things behind obediently, and we will leave your body intact."
The purple-robed woman's gaze gradually dimmed. "Was your treatment of me in the past all false?"
No one answered her question. With a flash of sword light, the scarred woman in the inn drew her sword and stabbed it into the heart of the woman in purple.
It could have pierced his heart with one sword.
But she was not as skilled as the other person, and the purple-clothed woman's knife had already knocked her sword away.
Her pregnancy slowed her movements, giving the man an opportunity to thrust his sword into her shoulder, attempting to remove the burden from her shoulders.
Her men were injured, but the baggage was not taken away.
More people poured into the inn, the sound of horse hooves could be heard, and more people were coming here.
This is a fight to the death.
Her knife kept pulling out the corpse, and blood splattered on her belly. There was a layer of belly skin, otherwise the child would be born soaked in the blood of the enemy.
The dusk is deep.
The rain has stopped and the blood on the purple-clothed woman's knife has dried up.
The man who had just shouted had fallen down seriously injured, leaving only the woman with old scars on her face still standing.
The horses had their hooves broken and the men had their necks cut.
The ground was littered with corpses.
Both of these women are masters of the time.
One's swordsmanship is as light as the wind, the other's knife skills are powerful and majestic.
No one looked at the corpse on the ground anymore.
More troops and horses galloped towards here, and the raised yellow sand obscured Jiaoran's vision.
She couldn't see the sword light that was as fast as a rainbow and lightning, and these figures were like passing meteors.
The woman in purple disappeared.
The same goes for the scarred woman.
The handsome man and the corpses on the ground disappeared in an instant.
All that remains is the endless desolation of yellow sand and the Gobi Desert.
The crow cawed a few times around the inn, which was doing very poorly, and then flew away.
Jiaoran couldn't help but read the words on the inn's plaque.
It turned out that the flag and plaque did not say "Huiying Inn".
Reading it again, it turned out to be "Huiying Inn".
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