"Madam, you are back!"
As soon as he stepped into the inn, the man walked over quickly.
Xihe nodded, held his hand and went upstairs, feeling a little guilty: "I'm sorry, I saw you were not awake before, so I didn't tell you. I won't do it next time."
Fan Xiu shook his head and asked, "But what happened?"
"I went to see Qing Le."
"Qing Le? She is in Tianmu City?"
"Um."
Fan Xiu was thoughtful. Hearing this name after a long time, he was in a daze for a moment: "What is she doing now? But what happened over there?"
"Nothing happened, it's still the same as before."
Xihe didn't know why he took this trip, but he suddenly felt something in his heart, so he came.
She wrapped her arms around the man's neck, fell on the bed, and said: "Although I sealed her sea of consciousness, I did not imprison her soul. Everything she does now, every move, her other self can see clearly. "
Therefore, during this period, Qingle was fully aware of her grievances and debts.
How to do? How to choose?
When the lockdown is lifted, it will be her own choice.
Fan Xiu nodded: "That's good."
He is good at self-regulation. After a period of self-relief, he has long been able to look at everything in the past calmly. How about Qingle? It had nothing to do with him, he didn't care, and he didn't care.
As the sun rises, the inn gradually becomes lively.
After lunch, the three of them asked Xiao Er where there was fun and worth visiting in Tianmu City. After that, they visited the city in the afternoon and went to the famous Lotus Lake outside the city early the next morning.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
It was so tempting that a few people simply stayed here for two days, enjoying themselves before going elsewhere.
"You need to use an open fire to refine the Er Pei Yuan Dan, Uncle Zhong, you forgot again."
"Oh, I'm sorry, young lady, but I'm confused again."
Apart from playing, he also did not miss out on his practice. Xihe would spare an hour every day to teach Uncle Zhong how to make alchemy. At this time, Fan Xiu would read or write by himself, which was quite happy.
Although Liangyuan is nice, it is not a place to stay for a long time.
Fan Xiu’s dream was to travel around the Qianshan Realm. After staying for a few days, the group set off again.
The carriage left the city and headed all the way to the east of Qianshan Realm. It took the official road and the road was not bumpy... and passed an old woman on crutches.
Xihe seemed to feel something and turned his head. The old man's back was staggering.
The sky was cloudless, the mountains were green, the weeds were as high as the knees, and green fruits were hanging on the branches. The old woman raised her cane and knocked it down. She bent down to pick it up, wiped it on her waist, and put it in her mouth to nibble.
Astringent and bitter, it makes one's teeth fall out.
The old woman ate expressionlessly until she was full, then climbed the grass stalks and walked step by step towards the mountains.
The wind blew, the tops of the trees swayed, and birds, monkeys, and rabbits that were not afraid of animals passed by her feet. Qingle passed by with no expression on her face. Occasionally, a tiger passed by, and she was also calm and composed.
tiger:? ? ?
He couldn't help but lean down and growl at her: "Ho--"
Qingle didn't raise her eyes, but still walked her own way, through grass, dirt paths, and creeks, from dusk to dawn. On this day, she suddenly heard someone calling her: "Hey, old man!"
Qing Le raised his head, his sight was wide and green.
A green lake, surrounded by green mountains, a young man dressed in coarse linen clothes looked at her with a smile. Under the scorching sun, his smile was piercing to the eyes.
The young man ran over: "Old man, why are you here alone?"
"Oh, your foot is bleeding. It must be very painful. Let me show it to you." He scratched his head and said with a naive smile, "I learned some medical skills from my grandpa, and a simple bandage is still ok."
Qingle stared at him without speaking.
The young man looked a little embarrassed and picked up the straw basket on the ground: "I live not far away. Come with me."
The young man strode ahead, took two steps, and immediately stopped. When she came to his side, he slowly walked towards the thatched cottage in the distance.
The hut was built in the mountains with a crooked fence. There was a big black dog tied up in the yard. When he saw Qing Le, he barked "bark, woof, woof" and grinned. The skins of various beasts were hung on the wall. A chair was shaking in the yard. .
The young man bent down and treated Qingle's wounds. Every time he treated a spot, he asked if it hurt.
Qingle looked at the young boy's frizzy hair, his eyes blank, and he didn't know where his mind was. The young man didn't care. He fetched water and brought clean old clothes for her to wash.
The young man looks about eight or nine years old, but he is very experienced in doing things.
Perhaps it was because of his grandfather's absence that he was extremely affectionate to Qing Le and did not drive her away. He allowed her to live in the house by default, so there was one more person in the small courtyard with one person and one dog.
The young man went to collect herbs during the day, and every time he came back he would bring one or two prey with him.
Qing Le didn't ask, but the young man rambled: "My grandfather taught me these traps before. Unfortunately, I'm not strong enough yet. When I get stronger, I can dig them."
As spring passed and autumn came, Xihe took Fan Xiu to the extreme sea in the east.
And the little boy is gone.
On a very ordinary morning, the young boy went out with his bow and arrow, and said goodbye to Qing Le with a bright face. His back was extremely happy as he walked away... from early morning to noon, from noon to evening, from evening to early morning... and never came back.
"Woof woof woof——"
The old dog roared at the mountain, which felt heartbreaking.
Qingle sat on the rocking chair and looked at the sky. After a while, he stood up and walked to the dog to untie the rope. The dog immediately rushed out.
The sun came out, and the mist in the mountains gradually thinned. After a long time, the dog came back with a piece of rag in its mouth. On a bright sunny day, it looked like a drowned dog, whining and rubbing Qingle's legs.
Qingle swung his toes and the rocking chair began to shake.
After eating the food in the thatched hut, one morning, Qingle walked down the mountain wearing animal skin shoes. The dog was an old dog. He looked at the people walking away, then looked at the thatched hut, and finally squatted in front of the house.
late autumn,
Pedestrians from outside Jincheng entered the city one after another.
The soldier checked the identity card: "Okay, come in...stop, beggars are not allowed to enter the city."
People around him looked over and saw an old beggar with bare feet and ragged clothes blocked at the city gate. He was unkempt, his clothes had not been washed for an unknown period of time, and he smelled a rancid smell from a distance.
Qingle looked at the soldier, pursed his lips and said nothing.
The soldier was speechless: "Go, go, go, clean up first, you..."
"What are you doing? You're blocking my young master's way, do you know?"
"Ouch, I'm sorry, I'll drive this old beggar away right away. Come on, go ahead and open the door, open the door."
The crowd made a way, and a gorgeous carriage came. Passing by the soldiers, the curtains were slightly opened, and a pair of clear eyes came into the eyes of everyone. Before they could exclaim, the curtains were lowered, and the carriage rolled into the city.
Soon after, the dirty old beggar disappeared.
