The talent of the mind's eye does not have any lethality. It is just like a monk's spiritual consciousness that can see things that others cannot see, and can also feel the disturbance in a wide range of surroundings.
What's even more amazing is that this talent can also sense the changes in other people's hearts and feel other people's emotions. Although they cannot directly know what others are thinking, they can distinguish the other person's true self by relying on this spiritual connection.
To put it simply, you can tell whether this person is good or bad. This is a power that spiritual consciousness does not have.
But legend has it that only those eminent monks who have attained enlightenment and have sincere and pure hearts can possess it, and it is extremely difficult to cultivate it the day after tomorrow. It is really strange that Yao Mengxun had this talent when he was born.
This also brought a lot of troubles to her life, but of course, that's a story later.
“It’s really clean!”
At this time, Yao Mengxun stood behind the young man and suddenly screamed in surprise.
"who?"
Although the female voice was clear and sweet, the sudden appearance of a person in the empty mountains made the young man squatting by the stream get up and turn around cautiously.
Yes, this young man is our protagonist, Qingyun.
"What a beautiful sister!"
This was Qingyun's first reaction.
Looking at the beautiful girl in front of him who was elegantly dressed and slightly shorter than him, Qingyun couldn't help but admire in his heart. This girl is the only woman he has seen so far who can rival Yan Nanzhi and his mother in appearance. .
But this sister's temperament is completely different from Yan Nanzhi's innocence and cuteness. Her body is always full of elegance and intellectuality. She is neither dazzling nor low-key. She is somewhat similar to her mother.
What Qingyun didn't know was that this beautiful girl was actually amazed by the young man in front of her.
She planned to carefully feel whether this person was a kind person, but Yao Mengxun was surprised to find that this young man's heart was full of compassion and innocence. She had not seen such a clean and transparent heart for a long time. , even Jingcitian who specializes in practicing Buddhism, there are few people with such flawless hearts.
But such a pure and kind heart seemed incomplete, which made her vaguely feel that something was wrong. What shocked her even more was that this boy, who looked slightly younger than her, also had a handsome face that even she envied.
Those elegant and handsome eyes were as gentle and moving as a woman's, no different from his clear heart, and as fascinating as the ocean blue. Such a handsome face was especially better than his father and several brothers, and it was the only one she had ever seen in her life.
The two looked at each other for a while, and the atmosphere instantly became awkward. At this time, the older Yao Mengxun reacted quickly.
I just heard her cough and pretend to blame:
"Ahem, why is this young man staring so closely at the little girl? Don't you think it's a bit rude?"
When Yao Mengxun said this, Qingyun also realized that he seemed to be really rude. He blushed, quickly looked away, lowered his head and apologized:
"Sister, I'm rude. I just thought you were so beautiful, so I looked at you a few times more. I apologize to you here."
The panicked Qingyun didn't know whether he really felt guilty after being told by the girl, or because he had been made difficult by Chen Quan'er before. When he was questioned by the woman, he felt a little frightened and uneasy. Before he had time to think about it, he quickly bowed and apologized.
When Yao Mengxun saw Qingyun's blushing and flustered look, he felt happy for no reason and continued to joke:
"Why do you always call the young lady sister? Do I look very old? Otherwise, please take a closer look and see how young I am?"
Being teased like this by Yao Mengxun, Qingyun, who was already a little introverted, instantly became even more at a loss. He hesitated for a long time and couldn't say anything. He didn't know whether he was optimistic or not. His red face couldn't help but worry. Sweating.
Seeing this, Yao Mengxun, who was originally very playful, put away his mischief and returned to his usual dignified and generous appearance. He stopped teasing the young Qingyun and said slowly:
"The little girl just saw the clear water and was amazed. What do you call the young master? How can he be alone in the wilderness?"
Yao Mengxun used the stream as an excuse to cover up her praise of Qingyun's pure heart.
When asked by Yao Mengxun, Qingyun finally remembered what was behind him. He quickly looked back and found that it was still there. He breathed a sigh of relief and replied:
"This lady... this lady, my name is Qingyun. I rescued a hare from a female wolf before. I am cleaning its wounds by the stream. I plan to bandage it and let it go. I just spoke to the lady. I thought it had run away.”
"Yes, Qing...yun...what an interesting name. My name is...you can call me Meng Xun."
Yao Mengxun frowned slightly, then relaxed, but did not tell Qingyun her full name.
After all, it was the first time that the two met. Although her heart's eye could make her feel the boy's sincerity and kindness, it did not mean that she had no eyesight and cultivation.
Yao Mengxun could tell from Qingyun's clothes that the young man was probably a mortal from a poor family.
Mortals were not enough to threaten her, but what made her a little concerned was the open package beside Qingyun, the shining broken sword, and the medicine bottles scattered on the ground.
Feeling that the girl seemed a little wary, Qingyun lowered his head subconsciously, and then realized that his father's sword had not been put away, and it was flashing with a dazzling cold light. He hurriedly squatted down, and explained while putting away:
"Sister Meng, I'm sorry. This is my father's sword. I just used it when driving away the she-wolf. Qingyun has no bad intentions. Please rest assured, Sister Meng."
After hearing what Qingyun said, Yao Mengxun seemed to be thinking about it in her heart. She smiled and continued to ask without lingering on the topic of swords:
"Although we are meeting for the first time, Mengxun also feels that Young Master Qingyun is not a malicious person. Also, Young Master, this year is Geng? Don't always call me sister. If you are older than me, wouldn't you call me old? ?”
Seeing that Yao Mengxun believed him, Qingyun also felt relieved. For some reason, he seemed to be afraid that the beautiful and dignified girl in yellow would misunderstand him, so he quickly replied:
"Qingyun has just turned sixteen this year, dare I ask Miss Meng..."
Before Qingyun could finish speaking, Yao Mengxun suddenly pouted her little cherry lips and hummed unhappily:
"You're really younger than me, forget it, you can call me whatever you want, but I have to call you Xiaoyun'er from now on, hum~"
"Xiaoyun'er...Xiaoyun'er...no one has called me Xiaoyun'er for a long time."
Hearing Yao Mengxun call him Xiaoyun'er, Qingyun was stunned at first, and then felt pain in his heart, because everyone who had ever called him Xiaoyun'er in this world was already far away from him, very far away.
But he immediately laughed happily. No matter what, he finally heard someone call him Xiaoyun'er again, even if it was a stranger, even if they parted ways in the next second, even if he was lying to himself.
The intense change in Qingyun's mood could not be concealed from Yao Mengxun, who had a keen eye. The heart-wrenching pain almost made her unable to control her mind, and tears filled her eyes.
This is also the reason why she doesn't want to use her mind easily. Feeling other people's emotions is sometimes not a pleasant thing.
But at this time, she didn't have so many worries. She just kept guessing in her heart how much damage the young man had suffered before he let out such almost heartbreaking pain.
"Xiao Yun'er, what's wrong with you? Why do you look unhappy all of a sudden?"
The considerate Yao Mengxun knew that she shouldn't ask any more questions at this time, but she still couldn't help but want to heal the inner pain of this thin-listed boy.
"It's okay, it's just that I haven't heard anyone call me Xiaoyun'er for a long time! Oh, I almost forgot, I have to let the little rabbit go."
After saying that, Qingyun quickly let the bandaged gray rabbit go and put away the elixir bottles scattered on the ground. This made Yao Mengxun's eyes light up again, but she did not say anything.
Quietly waiting for Qingyun to clean up everything, Yao Mengxun did not continue to ask about the reason for his sadness, but instead asked with a smile:
"Xiao Yun'er, my sister is one year older than you and is now seventeen. She happened to be traveling here with my uncle. How about you?"
Yao Mengxun did not tell the truth. Looking at Qingyun's handsome face with a sickly white look, she had her own thoughts.
"Qingyun is originally from the Qianzhong City area, and his family is a hunter in the surrounding mountains. It's a coincidence that I am also Sister Meng who is planning to travel far away."
Similarly, Qingyun did not tell the truth to Yao Mengxun. He thought that Yao Mengxun was just an ordinary person, but he did not know that she was actually a monk, and he did not want to bring disaster to this beautiful girl.
Yao Mengxun slowly put away his thoughts, and then looked at him with a playful look and a smile, which made Qingyun feel like his thoughts were being read through.
But she just gave it a slight glance and immediately agreed:
"I see, Xiao Yun'er, why don't you come with us? It just so happens that we don't have anywhere in particular that we want to go. It would save you a lot of trouble if the three of us go together. I just don't know where you are going, Xiao Yun'er. Woolen cloth?"
Seeing that his clumsy lie seemed to have been hidden from the girl, Qingyun couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. While tying up his packed luggage, he replied:
"I...hey, it's not that Qingyun deliberately concealed it, but I'm afraid most people really won't know where I'm going."
"How do you know that I don't know if you don't tell me? Besides, Xiao Yun'er, how do you know that Sister Meng and I are ordinary people?"
Yao Mengxun's answer made Qingyun stunned, and he wondered in his heart, could this be the monk who is also the youthful one?
"Why are you looking at me like this? Haven't you seen enough? Didn't I tell you that I'm only seventeen years old!"
Yao Mengxun seemed to know what he was thinking, and Qingyun was shocked again by this inquiry.
"Sister Meng, you, how do you know what I am thinking?"
Yao Mengxun smiled noncommittally, and then said to Qingyun:
"I'm not your sweetheart, so how can I know what you're thinking? Let's go. The journey will be more interesting and safer if we go together. Wouldn't it be better this way? What do you think?"
Hearing this, Qingyun showed a trace of hesitation on his face, and subconsciously held the Qilin fang on his chest with his hand through his clothes.
In the end, he decided to trust Yao Mengxun and go with her. Even Qingyun himself didn't understand why he followed this beautiful girl so mysteriously.
"It's useless to be longing for lovesickness. It's just madness to feel melancholy."
This poem popped out of Qingyun's mind for no reason.
