Balian nodded, and then ordered Chen Xiaolan, who was standing next to him at some point, to go down and explain the reason to the villagers.
But he stayed on the stall and continued to chat with Meng Zifei.
It seemed like they were chatting about each other, but in fact, Balian had a plan in mind.
This Meng Zifei, whose origin is unknown, has an unpredictable aura about him.
Although gentle and amiable, it gives people a sense of impeccable perfection.
After several conversations, I still couldn't get the information I wanted.
However, he has planted a useful seed like Qi Yang. If Meng Zifei really has a problem, it will not be difficult to catch his tail.
"Brother Si Chen, don't you plan to have dinner here before leaving?"
Chen Xiaolan's eyes seemed to have grown on Balian's body.
As soon as she saw that he was leaving, she quickly ran from the end of the street to the street, saying hurriedly with a red face.
Balian smiled and touched her head: "I won't eat here anymore."
He couldn't digest human food anyway.
But when talking about dinner, Balian couldn't help but think of Lin Yuan.
Almost every once in a while these days, she would give him a bowl of her own blood.
Even though she was born as a mermaid, she couldn't help but bleed like this, not to mention that the season was approaching the winter solstice, and the fruits in the mountains were very astringent, and it did seem a bit bitter to use them as food.
Not to mention that there is Miss Fang in the mountains who has clothes to put out her hands and food to open her mouth.
However, after a few days in the mountain, I heard her complaining about the grapes being too sour and nausea after eating too much fruit.
Thinking about it this way, he, the mountain lord, must have really treated his subordinates badly.
There was no other way. Before going back, Bailian bought some vegetables, poultry and wild food from Chen Xiaolan, preparing to bring them back to give everyone a toothpaste.
The sun sets in the west, and the darkness of the distant mountains will soon spread to this side.
Chen Xiaolan reluctantly looked at the back of the young man holding an umbrella and leaving. She waved goodbye sadly and couldn't help but murmur to herself: "This time we say goodbye, I don't know if we will see each other again."
Meng Zifei, who was cleaning up the stall, shook his head and said with a smile: "Since Brother Sichen bought those things from you, I think I will use them a lot in the future, so I will naturally come to the village tribe to buy them from time to time. Of course you can see them."
The simple words immediately wiped away the sadness on the girl's face, revealing a bright smile.
She thought for a moment and quickly made a decision, trotted to Meng Zifei's side, tugged at the corner of his clothes with a hesitant look, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Meng, Mr. Meng, can you ask me to practice? "
Meng Zifei couldn't help but be slightly startled by the ordinary girl's longing and expectant eyes.
Looking at that face, my thoughts were slightly confused, and my memories were overlapping. I remembered that a child was like this in the past, tugging on the sleeves of a red figure who was taller than him, and pleading incessantly: "Sister, can you teach me to cultivate immortality?" ,is it okay?"
In the distant memory, the face of the woman in red robe has been blurred in his memory.
He vaguely remembered that the woman stretched out her palm to the boy and touched his head. Her helpless and bitter voice echoed in Meng Zifei's mind: "Practice is very tiring. Isn't it good for my sister to protect you?"
"Eh? Mr. Meng, why are you crying?" Chen Xiaolan suddenly became confused and hurriedly wiped the tears on his face with her sleeves.
She hurriedly said: "If you don't want to, then you won't. Why are you bullying a woman like me with tears?"
Meng Zifei came back to his senses, looked slightly embarrassed, and then said: "I'm sorry, I just remembered some past events for a moment."
Chen Xiaolan snorted and looked at him with her big eyes: "Then I will become your disciple. Are you willing to accept me?"
Meng Zifei couldn't see that this girl was trapped in love. Her so-called desire to practice and become an immortal was just to get closer to the person in her heart.
This aspect is quite different from him.
Helplessly smiling, Meng Zifei looked at her and said, "It's not that I don't want to accept it, but it's just a pity that cultivation requires qualifications. Only those with spiritual roots can practice and introduce Qi into the body, and Miss Xiaolan, you... …but there is no spiritual root in the body.”
"Ah..." Chen Xiaolan looked decadent and a little depressed.
But she quickly cheered up again when she saw the sight of Balian in her mind.
She refused to give up, clenched her fists and said: "I don't know what spiritual roots are, but I believe that diligence can make up for weakness. I use a thousand times of effort to exchange for what I don't have. I don't believe that I can't achieve the same achievements as others." Come."
Meng Zifei smiled bitterly and said: "There is a time in dreams, but there is no time in dreams..."
Halfway through the words, my heart felt an inexplicable pain, and I could no longer say the second half of the sentence.
The wry smile froze on his face for a long time. He subconsciously touched his heart, and finally lowered his arms dejectedly.
Meng Zifei looked at the girl, his eyes were no longer clear and translucent as before, but were stained with a layer of gray.
He said: "You are right, I am born with talents that will be useful. A gentleman respects those who are in himself, but does not admire those who are in heaven. This is a sign of progress."
Under the girl's increasingly bright and excited gaze, Meng Zifei picked up his sword and kissed the hilt, his eyes filled with an unpredictable light: "I will accept you."
When Baili'an stepped on the moon and returned, there were ancient vine lanterns hanging on both sides of the mountain path to guide the way.
This kind of ancient rattan lamp does not have the light of lamp oil. The material is very special. The real light comes from the natural light in the rattan.
It's not eye-catching during the day, but at night it's full of light that makes the night bright and won't make people get lost.
Although the light has no temperature, it also inadvertently dispels a sense of desolation in the forest.
A soft smile appeared on Bailian's face.
He felt that it felt really good to be on this road home.
Because there is someone waiting for him at the front of the road.
The years are quiet and the world is ordinary.
Thirteen Swords Jinsheng slept from day to night. If he hadn't known that there was no alcohol in the mountains, he would have thought that this kid was living a decadent life of drunkenness and dreams every day.
Fang Geyu, who was leaning under the tree house, chatted in various ways, and was learning how to make ancient rattan lanterns from Lin Yuan in a decent manner.
Even though life in the mountains was hard and boring, she didn't seem to lose her patience and want to leave.
"Hmm... So you made the lanterns on the mountain path?" Bai Lian was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Fang Geyu was also weaving lanterns.
Fang Geyu showed a proud expression as usual and hummed: "It's Xiao Yuan'er who insists on making up this lantern. I feel sorry for her that she can't make it up alone."
Balian smiled and couldn't help but go up to him. His eyes fell on Lin Yuan's skinned hands, and he frowned slightly and said, "The injury you suffered last time in the mountain realm has not healed yet?"
After being exposed to the sun for several days, the thin webs of the shark between Lin Yuan's fingers seemed to have cracked and never healed.
But Balian remembered that the fish tail that Lin Yuan transformed into when exposed to water had all the scales and armor that had peeled off that day grown back, but only the webs had not healed.
