Wangchuan Inn, by the window.
Mu Qing heard the footsteps behind him, turned around and said to the person, "Thank you."
The waiter put the things on the table, glanced out the window, then looked at Mu Qing's face, and said helplessly: "Fellow Taoist, you stayed at Wangchuan Inn for a few days and went there several times, why bother? ?”
There were bruises on the corners of Mu Qing's mouth and forehead. He smiled when he heard the words. After returning to the table and sitting down, he threw a pill to the waiter, "This is the fee for next month."
The waiter caught the elixir, sat down and put it back in front of Mu Qing, saying: "The maid of the Sword Immortal has already found the master. If you go over there again, no matter how much you give... …”
The waiter looked at the extra bottle of elixirs in front of him, paused for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "Fellow Taoist, this is not a problem with the elixirs. I am a swordsman. In fact, these people in our inn, such as you occasionally meet in the lobby, The big guy who arrived also likes her, but everyone understands the difference between each other and likes each other. It's really inappropriate to disturb other people's Qingxiu like this."
Mu Qing's forehead hurt slightly, he shook his head and said, "You don't understand."
The waiter lamented: "I really don't understand. According to Qingyu Sword Immortal's previous temper, it's really puzzling that fellow Taoist disciples can come back alive every time."
Mu Qing raised his eyebrows slightly, "She just forgot some things, she just needs to remember them."
What the waiter brought was a stack of brand new letter paper. Mu Qing sat down and polished his ink. When he picked up his pen, he realized that the waiter had no intention of leaving. He couldn't help but sigh: "Keep the pill. If this letter is sent out, I still get rejected, and I won’t embarrass your shopkeeper.”
The waiter only took away the first pill. After Mu Qing picked up the pen, he didn't know what to write on the letter paper.
For the past month, he has been going to Qingyu's residence every day.
After being rejected for several days in a row, he began to force his way in, but what made him extremely depressed was that the strength of those maids was far stronger than him. When he really used his methods, he never broke through their blockade.
Until now, that first meeting in the thatched cottage turned out to be the only meeting between him and Qingyu.
Writing letters instead of meeting was the only way he could think of to keep in touch when he was helpless a few days ago.
Maybe the reason why those maids became more and more aggressive was because she saw those letters?
But if she really saw the letter he left behind when he left in embarrassment, why wouldn't she refuse to see him?
At some point, the voice of a drinker was heard again in the lobby downstairs. Mu Qing put away his thoughts, looked at the blank letter in front of him, and decided to go downstairs for a walk.
In the lobby, the waiter was standing next to a tall figure. This man was just sitting, as tall as the waiter. He was dominating one side, and he was invincible at the wine table.
The big man is a weapon refiner. According to him, he has been playing with iron embryos since he can remember. Most of the swords in the hands of swordsmen in Xichuan City came from his family's workshop, and his life's dream , is to create a sword approved by the Qingyu Sword Immortal.
Mu Qing stood quietly at the entrance of the stairs, looking away from the big man and looking at the others. Gradually, a trace of doubt appeared in Mu Qing's eyes.
Every time his eyes fell on someone, a story about that person would immediately emerge in his mind.
But he obviously hasn't had much communication with these people, and most of these stories he heard from others' comments, why are they sitting there at this moment, like old friends he has known for many years.
This feeling is so clear.
Is this the charm of the Forgotten Inn, or are the people in Gyecheon City so carefree that they don't mind others knowing their past?
Mu Qing thought about the reason and walked back to his room.
Opening the door, a figure that Mu Qing missed so much was sitting quietly where he was.
Mu Qing frowned slightly, closed the door silently, and then came to the table. .
Qingyu lowered his head, looked at the blank letter paper on the table, and asked, "Why don't you write tonight?"
Mu Qing's eyes looked at her from head to toe, and finally landed on her eyebrows, saying, "Have you finally remembered?"
Qingyu raised his face and tilted his head slightly: "What?"
Mu Qing pointed to her clothes and said: "When we first met
, you dress like this. "
Qingyu pursed her lips and smiled, stood up and showed herself generously. She was dressed independently in white. The candlelight in the room was almost gone, and only the moonlight outside the window shone with her beautiful face.
Qingyu looked directly into Mu Qing's eyes and said, "In fact, I have never forgotten the past."
Mu Qing was puzzled: "Then why..."
Qingyu came to the window, was silent for a moment, and asked, "Do you know where this is?"
Mu Qing looked at her back and intuitively felt that things would be different from what he expected. He said in a deep voice: "This is Xichuan City."
Qingyu said: "In this month, you should have met some people, and you should also know the rules of this city from their mouths."
Mu Qing frowned and remained silent.
Qingyu continued: "Few people can leave here."
Mu Qing said seriously: "We haven't tried it, so why can't we do it? Even if we are blocked from leaving, we will definitely find a way."
"You don't understand at all!"
Qingyu suddenly said loudly.
Mu Qing opened his mouth, suddenly feeling weak.
Qingyu turned around, she had already burst into tears, "I have gone out to explore so many times, but I have never left here, but you still have a chance, so hurry up and leave."
Mu Qing was heartbroken and took a few steps towards her. His outstretched hand froze in the air. He remembered something and asked in a hissing voice, "Is it that dream?"
Qingyu looked at him with tearful eyes, "The first time I drank Huangliang wine, I didn't realize it was a dream."
"In the dream, you are the Lord of Suzaku City, and I am the Sword Immortal who is respected by everyone. I have never been so happy and satisfied."
Mu Qing suddenly felt guilty.
He recalled the brief conversation in the thatched cottage in his dream.
Xichuan, dressed in white, calmly told him that the reason why he felt lost and even lonely was because he had too many desires.
Isn't rescuing Ye Yun and returning to Suzaku City what I want?
Realizing that it was just a dream, what changed?
Qingyu looked at Mu Qing, who had been silent for a long time, and the tears in the corners of his eyes had turned into tears. His eyes were sad, but he smiled: "Do you know where my strength comes from? I can no longer leave this city. But you’re okay, there’s a lot more you want to do, and you have other women.”
"No." Mu Qing shook his head vigorously, stretched out his hand, and wiped the tears from her face tremblingly, "I have done so much just to bring you here."
"Ha." Qingyu smiled miserably.
Mu Qing held her tightly in his arms, greedily smelling the scent that haunted him, "What's wrong with you? Don't be like this, okay?"
Qingyu buried himself in Mu Qing's chest and whispered: "If...I mean if, if you didn't realize that it was a dream, then you would stay here and we could be together forever. But you wake up Come here, I can’t be so selfish.”
"Let's go quickly. Your strength is decreasing every day. If you stay here any longer, you really won't be able to leave."
Mu Qing felt sad and hugged her tightly, "Let's go together."
Qingyu suddenly broke away from Mu Qing's arms, and said with pear blossoms: "Don't you understand yet? That dream has changed me, and I can't leave. Rather than forcefully leaving you and causing you to die, why not Let me give you one last ride."
Mu Qing's throat felt as if it had been stuffed with yellow sand from the Northern Wilderness, making it extremely dry, "Yun'er..."
Qingyu's eyes were filled with tears, and with a smile on his lips, he asked sadly: "Do you want me to go back to death and share you with other women in the end?"
Qingyu left.
Mu Qing looked at the high vermilion wall in the night in despair. Before, he only thought it was a mysterious place, but now he felt that it was an insurmountable chasm.
He walked from south to north, deep into the wilderness, just to find her, but he didn't expect that just a dream would reveal his inner feelings.
How much sincerity does he have towards Ye Yun?
He once told Liu Weirui that as long as she wanted to be with him, he would work hard to run towards her, but what if one day she didn't want to?
For Mu Qing, such problems and fears have always been there.
He can just let go
?
Mu Qing left the inn and walked towards the river.
He was now dominated by fragmented emotions and just wanted to find an answer.
Beside the Du family wine shop, Du Qingquan, who was a bit drunk, saw Mu Qing walking towards the thatched cottage and took the initiative to stop him.
Mu Qing looked at Du Qingquan's smiling face and punched him, but was easily blocked by Du Qingquan.
Du Qingquan smiled and said: "What? I couldn't find your Taoist companion."
Mu Qing said coldly: "There is something wrong with the wine."
Du Qingquan was stunned and admitted generously: "There is indeed a problem with Huangliang wine. It can satisfy what you want in your heart. Having such a dream for a long time makes people easy to indulge in it, but do you think this is a problem with the wine?"
Du Qingquan supported his waist with one hand, pointed at the moon in the sky and said with a smile: "Fine wine is just like this crescent moon. It is a thing that expresses the emotions in the heart. Emotion is desire. If you drink wine but don't feel beautiful, it is not wine." The problem is your own problem. At this time, you should think about it, do you want too much?"
Mu Qing sneered and said: "You guys, even the words you use to persuade others are similar. I know my problem, but now I just want to know why I can't leave here after drinking."
Du Qingquan did not deny his relationship with the city lord, but smiled calmly: "If it's just this matter, then don't disturb the tranquility of the thatched cottage."
Du Qingquan walked to the river and asked sideways: "This river is called Xichuan River, and this city is called Xichuan City, but what is Xichuan City most famous for?"
Mu Qing suppressed the emotions in his heart and said, "Huangliang wine."
Du Qingquan clapped his hands and asked: "What do you think is the reason why this wine is not called Xichuan wine?"
Mu Qing stared at the river flowing silently in the night, and suddenly remembered that the city lord's name was also Xichuan, and said solemnly: "What is the problem with this river? Has Xichuan tampered with it?"
"No, you are looking in the wrong direction." Du Qingquan said with a smile: "Although the water in these streams and rivers is full of spiritual energy, it is not the key."
Mu Qing looked at Du Qingquan and felt like a waterweed floating along the river with no direction.
Du Qingquan sighed: "Huangliang wine is a fine wine prepared by the city lord himself. He said that the reason why it is not called Xichuan wine is because although the dreams after drinking are good, they are easy to wake up from."
"So it's not a problem with the river water, or a problem with the dream, it's just the human mind that is causing trouble, but it's not consciously aware of it."
