long night walk

Chapter 119

Bai Lian 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 at the booth and continued to greet Meng Zifei.

It seems that they are chatting with each other, but in fact, Bai Lian has already calculated in his heart.

Not to mention the unknown origin of this Mencius Fei, his whole person exudes an unpredictable aura.

Although warm and amiable, it gives people an impeccable sense of perfection.

After several conversations, they were not able to get the information they wanted.

However, he has already planted such a useful seed as Qi Yang, if Meng Zifei really has a problem, it is not difficult to catch him by the tail.

"Brother Sichen, don't you plan to have dinner here before leaving?"

Chen Xiaolan's eyes seemed to grow on Bai Lian's body.

Seeing that he was about to leave, she quickly ran from the end of the street to the street, and said hurriedly with a blushing face.

Bai Lian smiled and touched her head: "I won't eat here anymore."

He couldn't digest human food anyway.

But talking about dinner, Bai Lian couldn't help but think of Lin Yuan.

These days, almost every once in a while, she would take a bowl of her own blood and give it to him.

Even though she was born as a mermaid, she couldn't help letting blood like this, not to mention that the season is approaching the winter solstice, and the fruits in the mountains are very astringent, and it is indeed a bit bitter to use them as food.

Not to mention that there is still a young lady Fang in the mountain who can stretch out her clothes and open her mouth.

But after entering the mountain for a few days, I heard her complaining about the grapes being too sour, eating too much fruit, and so on.

Thinking about it this way, as the mountain lord, he really treated his subordinates badly.

There was no way, before going back, Bai Lian bought some vegetables, poultry and field from Chen Xiaolan, and was going to send them back for the tooth-beating sacrifice.

The sun was setting on the western mountain, and the night of the distant mountains would soon spread to this side.

Chen Xiaolan reluctantly looked at the back of the young man leaving under an umbrella, waved goodbye sadly, and couldn't help but muttered to himself: "After this farewell, I don't know if we can see each other again."

Mencius, who was tidying up the booth, shook his head and said with a smile, "Since Brother Sichen bought those things from you, he thinks he will use them in the future, so he will come to the village to buy them from time to time. Of course we can see them."

The simple words immediately swept away the sadness on the girl's face, revealing a bright smile.

She thought for a moment, and quickly made a decision, ran to Meng Zifei's side, tugged at the hem of his clothes, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Meng, Mr. Meng, can you ask me to practice? "

Mencius couldn't help being slightly taken aback by the longing and anticipating eyes of the ordinary girl.

Looking at that face, my thoughts were a little confused, and it was actually overlapping memories. I remembered that a child in the past was like this, pulling the sleeve of a red figure who was taller than him, and kept begging: "Sister, can you teach me how to cultivate immortals?" ,is it okay?"

In the distant memory, the face of the woman in the red Taoist robe has been blurred in his memory.

I vaguely remember that the woman stretched out her palm to the child and touched his head, and her helpless and bitter voice echoed in Meng Zifei's mind: "I'm very tired from practicing, can't my sister protect you?"

"Huh? Mr. Meng, why are you crying?" Chen Xiaolan suddenly lost her mind, and frantically wiped the tears on his face with her sleeve.

She hurriedly said: "If you don't want to, why don't you want to, what a big man is doing to bully me, a girl, with tears?"

Mencius came back to his senses, his face slightly embarrassed, and then he said: "I'm sorry, I just remembered some past events for a while."

Chen Xiaolan groaned, and looked at him with wide eyes: "Then I will take you as my teacher, will you accept me?"

Mencius couldn't see how this girl was trapped by love, and the so-called wanting to cultivate into a fairy was just to get closer to the person in her heart.

This point is quite different from him.

With a helpless smile, Mencius 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, and only those with spiritual roots can practice and draw qi into the body. Miss Xiaolan, you... ... but there is no spiritual root in the body."

"Ah..." Chen Xiaolan's expression was decadent, a little downcast.

But with the image of Bai Lian in her heart, she soon cheered up again.

She didn't want to give up, she clenched her fists and said: "I don't know what a spiritual root is, but I believe that hard work can make up for one's weakness. I use a thousand times of effort to exchange for what I don't have. I don't believe that I can't make the same achievements as others Come."

Mencius smiled wryly and said, "There are times in dreams, but there is no time in dreams..."

Halfway through the speech, my heart felt an inexplicable pain, and I couldn't speak the second half of the sentence.

The wry smile froze on his face for a long time, he stroked his heart subconsciously, and finally lowered his arms dejectedly.

Mencius looked at the girl, his eyes were not as clear 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, and does not admire those who are in the sky. This is a sign of progress."

Under the girl's increasingly bright and excited eyes, Mencius picked up his sword, kissed the hilt, his eyes were full of unpredictable light: "I'll take you."

Baili An came back on the moon, and there were ancient vine lanterns hanging on both sides of the mountain path to guide the way.

This kind of ancient rattan lamp has no lamp oil and fire, and the material is very special. The real light source comes from the natural light in the rattan.

It is not eye-catching during the day, but at night, it is full of light enough to dye the night brightly, and will not cause people to lose their way.

Although the light has no temperature, it also inadvertently dispels the bleak feeling in the forest.

Bai Lian showed a soft smile on his face.

He felt that it felt really good to be on this road home.

Because in front of the road, someone is waiting for him.

The years are quiet and the world of mortals is ordinary.

Thirteen Jian Jinsheng slept from day to night, if he hadn't known that there was no wine in the mountains, he would really have thought that this kid was living a decadent life of drunkenness and dreams every day.

Fang Ge, who was leaning under the tree house, chatted in every possible way, and was learning how to weave ancient rattan lamps from Lin Yuan.

Although life in the mountains was poor and boring, she didn't lose her patience and wanted to leave.

"Hmm... so you guys made the lanterns in the mountain?" Bai Lian was a little surprised, but Fang Geyu was also weaving lanterns.

Fang Geyu showed a proud expression as usual, and hummed: "It's Xiao Yuan'er who insists on weaving this labor lamp, and I feel sorry for her that she can't do it alone."

Bai Lian smiled, and couldn't help going forward, his eyes fell on Lin Yuan's creamy skinned hands, he frowned slightly and said, "Has the injury from the mountain environment last time not healed yet?"

After several days of continuous exposure to the sun, the merman's thin webs between Lin Yuan's fingers seemed to never heal after being torn apart.

But Bai Lian remembered that all the fish tails and scales that had fallen off that day had grown back when Lin Yuan encountered water, but the webs had not healed.

(End of this chapter)