Since the door of Qingcai Qingyun's room was open just now, the room's formation to isolate his spiritual consciousness no longer worked, so even though Yao Mengxun's back was turned to Lei Jiang, he could see the expression of reluctance and sadness on his face at a glance.
Lei Jiang also wanted to be cruel and wanted to force Qingyun back to the door, but after only a moment of hesitation, the lady had already walked out, and he could only sigh silently.
In the end, just like when they first met Qingyun, the two of them walked out of the pavilion, Yaoguang City, and the Immortal Sword Sect one after another, and walked into a vast future like the sea, where they were waiting and being waited for.
If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?
What is the reason for Yao Mengxun? Maybe she doesn't understand it herself and has forgotten about it in the world?
No, it seems not.
She just knew clearly that she had not yet reached the level of freedom and ease like a saint. Rather than testing Qingyun, it would be better to say that she was testing fate, destiny, and herself.
When Lei Jiang took her to ride the wind and the moon, Yao Mengxun thought she would cry, but she didn't, but she never smiled either. Not for anything else, just to save your most beautiful smile for the next time we get together.
It is said that good wine accompanies a dreamland, but after Yao Mengxun left, Qingyun, who had slept soundly all night, had no idea about such a long and sound sleep.
He couldn't remember how much he drank, how he got back to his room, how long he slept, or whether he had ever had a sweet dream with no ending.
But when he was frantically looking for Yao Mengxun, Qingyun began to be afraid of the sudden reality.
When the pale yellow figure could no longer be found, he realized that people would never dream when they were drunk. Most of the good people who said they could have a tryst with the goddess after drinking were deceiving themselves.
Looking at the rising sun outside the window, Qingyun sat on the bed lonely and blankly, his eyes as empty as if he had lost his soul.
He didn't understand why Sister Meng would leave without saying goodbye. Even if she had arrived at her destination, she could just wish her well before leaving.
"Sister Meng, why don't you let me see you again?"
At this time, Qingyun regretted it very much. He vaguely remembered that yesterday, just to show off in front of Yao Mengxun, he had a hard time drinking with Lei Jiang. Unexpectedly, this "drunk" feeling actually kept him awake. .
Moreover, he still vaguely remembered that he seemed not to be very polite to the young man carrying the sword yesterday because he tried to be rude to Sister Meng. I don't know why I was so angry at that time, and where did I find the courage to angrily reprimand these powerful immortals.
Are all these things called "drunk"? Could it be that her drunkenness made Sister Meng sad?
Qingyun had warned himself not to cry anymore, because he was already an adult, but as soon as Yao Mengxun left, the heartbreaking feeling of loneliness immediately lingered in his heart, making Qingyun feel a depression in his chest.
Chest? Suddenly, he thought of the silk scarf Sister Meng left for him.
Qingyun, who was sleeping soundly, didn't take off his clothes, so he didn't notice it for a while. When he took out the silk scarf, he realized that the square-sized lavender silk scarf was lying flat and softly on his Qilin. On the teeth.
"Sister Meng must have left it for me!"
Thinking of this, Qingyun finally felt better.
Unfolding it, he found that on one leg of the scarf, there was an inexplicable word "Yao" embroidered with thin cyan thread. The beautiful font was perfectly natural with the scarf itself, just right.
"Yao, why Yao? By the way, yesterday that abominable Zhuo He seemed to call Sister Meng Junior Sister Yao, and Uncle Lei also called her Mengxun. Could it be that Sister Meng's full name is Yao Mengxun?"
With Qingyun's intelligence, he instantly associated many details together.
Just as he solemnly put the scarf away and put it back into his clothes, he was surprised to find an envelope pressed with an incense burner on his desk.
He must have just woken up and ignored it in a daze, so he quickly picked it up and opened it.
"Xiao Yun'er, when you read this letter, I believe that my sister, Uncle Lei, and I have gone far away. There are so many things that I want to say to you but I don't know where to start every time. A mortal's life span is longer than double armor. , you and I have been on the road for a long time, let alone other things? As you told me, there are often not many ifs, and we don’t have much choice. Everything depends on our heart. Please forgive my sister for leaving without saying goodbye, because I I believe that the fate between you and me is not over yet, and the separation this time will definitely usher in a better reunion next time. So, Xiao Yun'er, live hard, with the jade silk as a guarantee, for ten years, We will meet again if we are destined, Mengxun is waiting for you."
When he finished reading, the letter paper and envelope turned into ashes accompanied by the scent of sandalwood.
Smelling the pungent smell of sandalwood and burning paper, Qingyun sat back down on the bed again, took out the silk scarf Yao Mengxun left for him, and murmured to himself:
"It seems that this square scarf should be mixed jade silk, but there is no silk scarf. Where can I find you in ten years? Mengxun! I don't know if I can survive ten years!"
Qingyun couldn't help but smile bitterly. Even if he had Qilin teeth, he didn't dare to guarantee that he would be able to fully recover!
After thinking about it, he gradually realized the fact that Yao Mengxun had gone far. No matter what, the most important thing at the moment was to work hard to survive as Yao Mengxun said in his letter. This was also his consistent belief since his family was destroyed.
Therefore, since Sister Meng has set a ten-year relationship with him, he must go all out to find her. If nothing happens, at least now he knows her name and knows that she is Jing Citian's disciple.
"Sister Huan Meng, it took me so long to know my real name. Qingyun, Qingyun, you are such a fool."
When he thought of Yao Mengxun's real name, he couldn't help but laugh at himself. At this moment, a knock on the door came from outside the house. Qingyun said quickly:
"Please come in."
It was a clerk from Geyu who came in, which made Qingyun's eyes dim again as he was just igniting the fire of hope.
"May I ask if this guest officer is Mr. Qingyun?"
This guy is obviously much smarter than the waiter who served them yesterday. Although Qingyun is a mortal at first glance, a mortal who can live in the top room of the pavilion must have an unusual background, so he does not dare to show any slights.
"Yes, what does this little brother want from me?"
"It's like this. Yesterday Fairy Yao came to give instructions. If you wake up, I will send you a message, saying that the affairs of the Immortal Sword Sect have been arranged. As long as you take the identity jade token to the station of Yaoguang City and report yourself Just go to your home, I believe the monks there will not make things difficult for you. Young Master, this is the jade plaque."
After saying that, the waiter respectfully presented the jade plaque to Qingyun with both hands, his attitude was extremely humble, which made Qingyun feel a little uncomfortable. But he didn't say much and thanked him. Then, the waiter spoke again:
"Sir, Fairy Yao also asked me to ask you to take this jade tablet and spend it at will in any Xuanji Pavilion in any city in Kyushu, as long as you have the pavilion. Please keep it properly."
After saying that, the waiter's eyes were full of envy for Qingyun's jade card. Of course, it was just envy, and he was definitely not coveting it. Looking at this little brother's expression, Qingyun could guess a thing or two, but he still asked:
"This little brother, do you know the origin of this jade medal? It has such great power?"
The boy looked at the handsome young man in front of him with an incredible look, but in an instant he understood that even if the pretty boy in front of him got close to a big shot, he was still a mortal, so the boy explained:
"Young master, you don't know. This jade tablet is the identity jade tablet of Jing Citian's core disciples, and the status of the core disciples is much higher than that of the inner sect disciples, and even higher than some of the elders in the sect. Although I am not familiar with I don’t know the structure of the Jingci Tianmen sect, but it should generally be like this. Owning this jade tablet is equivalent to being an elder of the sect, so sir, do you think this jade tablet is noble?"
Qingyun nodded. What the waiter said was consistent with his guess. Although he knew that Yao Mengxun had an extraordinary status, he did not expect that she would have such a high status in Jingcitian.
He also understood the hierarchy of power in the world of cultivation. Although Yuan Hua realm monks like Yao Mengxun were the backbone of the sect, they never had much power.
"Then, little brother, how should I settle my expenses at your store?"
"Back to Young Master, for this kind of high-standard jade plaque, we adopt an accounting model, which means you can consume it first, and then when the time is fixed, we will go to Jingci Tian for unified reconciliation. As for you, you will do it in person at that time. Whether the payment should be paid by your sect is another matter later, but generally speaking, the sect will advance the payment."
Qingyun was a little confused and asked again:
"With such a simple process, what should I do if the jade token is stolen?"
Although Qingyun's question did sound a bit silly to this guy, he still only dared to curse a few words in his heart and replied with a smile on his face:
"Young master, I don't know. There is a difference between this jade token and a jade token. Except for imposters and swindlers, ordinary identity jade tokens possess a drop of essence and blood or a trace of the soul of the wearer. If other monks get only It can be forcibly destroyed or thrown away, otherwise if it is used for a long time, it will be sensed by the lost monk."
Looking at Qingyun, he still looked a little confused. The second brother didn't care whether he could understand or not, and continued to explain:
"Of course, only this kind of top-quality jade medals can be listed in Xuanji Pavilion. Not all jade medals can be listed. We will also keep records of each top-level jade medal consumer and regularly visit each sect where the accounts are listed. Update on the changes to the jade tokens, there are really not many people in Kyushu who dare to blackmail the Xuanji Pavilion, so there is basically no case of them being misappropriated."
The implication of the guy's words is obvious. Who would give away such high-end goods casually? It’s such a luxury. Even if someone picks it up, no one would dare to use it! Besides, although Yao Mengxun is not well-known outside, they in Xuanji Pavilion still know some basic information about her, let alone the talented people from other major sects.
Qingyun immediately touched his nose when he heard this. He heard the voice of this young man, and it was obvious that he was a country boy.
