Dijun's black moonlight is back

After dinner, the two of them walked together on the streets of the town. The way back to Qingcheng Mountain was not very long, but in the dead of night, it always gave people the illusion that time was flowing very slowly.

The stars in the sky are bright, twinkling like a pretty little girl winking at her sweetheart.

Lingyu thought about it and felt that his top priority was not to worry about where Wen Jingchan was going, but to go to Yanzhou to see if Yanzhi had succeeded.

If that didn't work, she would have to think of another way.

She was lost in thought when a little beggar hugged her ankle on the roadside.

Ling Yu lowered his head to look at him. The beggar was thin and small. His backbone was bulging under his tattered clothes, like a row of buds struggling to break out of the ground.

He grabbed Ling Yu's shoe upper with his muddy, skinny palm, and there seemed to be a palm print left on the shoe.

"Help..." The beggar was talking, but his voice was too hoarse to be heard clearly.

Wen Jingchan squatted down and leaned over to help him up.

As soon as he touched the little beggar's shoulder, he felt as if he had just caught a bamboo-bone paper kite.

The beggar raised his head and looked at him. His chapped lips kept opening and closing, but neither of them could hear what he was saying.

Lingyu held a piece of glutinous rice cake in her hand, which was the plate given by the restaurant. In addition to this, she also took a lychee to play with.

Seeing that his mouth was cracked, Lingyu peeled off the lychee and handed it to him from top to bottom: "Do you want to eat it?"

It was just one face. In the next three thousand and six hundred years, Song Qinglin never forgot the person who helped him and the person who handed him a lychee.

The road is difficult, the mortal world is dark, and the state of perfection that is difficult for ordinary people to reach will one day be easily reached by a beggar.

Everyone said that he was born with a genius, but only he knew that what inspired him was the unique star in the prehistoric star field.

And the one who always follows her around.

At this moment, the little beggar doesn't know that the gears of his destiny have begun to turn.

Driven by the desire to survive, Song Qinglin snatched the lychee and swallowed it whole. The sweet juice moistened her lips and throat for a moment.

Ling Yu clasped his hands behind his back and looked down at him, with no emotion at all in his pupils.

Along the way here, Song Qinglin had received countless rolls of eyes and spurns. This was the first person who didn't show disgust when looking at him.

Song Qinglin swallowed the lychee whole and stared at Ling Yu's hand, or to be precise, at the piece of glutinous rice cake.

Ling Yu pushed it forward, and she thought he was going to swallow it whole again, but she didn't expect him to wrap it up with the edge of his tattered clothes.

"Who are you going to give it to?" Wen Jingchan asked him.

"My, my mother." Song Qinglin's voice was still hoarse, but she could barely hear what he said.

Wen Jingchan suddenly looked up at Ling Yu, and Ling Yu also looked directly into his eyes. She didn't quite understand what Wen Jingchan's look meant.

But after a moment, she understood.

Wen Jingchan is out of money.

He had just eaten that meal and he had no money again.

This little fairy really spends every penny he earns, without saving a penny.

Lingyu was a little helpless, so she took off a piece of Magatama from her belt.

When she was wearing Tongyan's clothes before, she insisted that Lingyu was too plain and needed to be decorated.

After choosing a bunch of very inexplicable things to give to her, Lingyu had no choice but to keep this piece of jade.

To prevent Tong Yan from chasing after her and pointing fingers at her outfit.

"Do you know how to get to Jinwang Palace?" Lingyu threw the jade to him.

Song Qinglin caught the magatama. He didn't know the goods and didn't know what this thing was.

For him at this time, throwing two pieces of glutinous rice cake might be more useful than jade.But this was given by his savior, and Song Qinglin still took it as a treasure and protected it in his hands.

He shook his head. He had never heard of Prince Jin, let alone Prince Jin's palace.

Wen Jingchan's fingertips gathered a touch of spiritual power, and he pressed it into Song Qinglin's eyebrows: "Follow it, and take the jade to find King Jin."

"Go to the Cangjiang water level monument tomorrow morning," Wen Jingchan said. "Someone will put some dry food and clean clothes there. You can take them."

Song Qinglin's eyes lit up when he heard the dry food: "Thank you very much."

He looked to be only four or five years old, and he had never read a book. He had been on the run for as long as he could remember, and no one taught him etiquette.

Saying thank you when taking something from others was something he learned while begging.

Ling Yu touched a few more pieces of broken silver, and originally wanted to give him all of them, but after thinking about it, he only gave him one piece.

Little beggars in scanty clothes, it is not safe to take too much money.

At the end of this street, there was a noodle shop open outside the city. The money was just enough for two bowls of noodles.

After today, as long as he can find Jin Palace with food, he will not be short of food and clothing.

Wen Jingchan pulled him to his feet and pointed him in the direction of the noodle shop: "Go there to eat, and then find a place to sleep."

Song Qinglin nodded, grabbed the piece of jade and pastries and ran towards the shop in front of him. Suddenly he stopped again, turned around and waved to the two of them.

Wen Jingchan smiled and nodded, indicating that he didn't have to be polite.

Ling Yu still stood there indifferently, as if she wasn't the one who gave the jade pendant the money.

Song Qinglin glanced at the two of them one last time before rushing towards the unknown road ahead.

Lingyu Xianwen meditated for a moment before taking a step forward. She had seen quite a lot of suffering in the world, and there were more than one or two such people.

Just looking at Xiao Xianjun's compassionate and sad look, I'm afraid it's rare to see such a scene.

"His mother is dead." Wen Jingchan said.

Of course Ling Yu saw it. The skinny woman had actually been standing behind the little beggar.

It's just that he can't see it.

She had been hungry for who knows how long, and even her separated soul looked thin and out of shape.

When Song Qinglin said that he brought the glutinous rice cakes back for his mother, she rushed over to him like a female bird protecting her chicks, lay beside him and cried.

Of course Wen Jingchan knew who he was bringing, he just wanted the woman who was about to be taken away by the underworld messenger to hear it with her own ears.

Song Qinglin's eyes were very clear, like mountain springs in spring. Looking at these eyes, one knew that his mother must love him very much.

It’s just that parting from love brings so much worry and so much misery in the world, and the hardest thing to find is perfection.

Their fate has come to an end.

"Before she leaves, she can see that her son will have no worries about food and clothing in the future," Ling Yu said. "She shouldn't be sad."

But she didn't quite understand why the woman looked back and looked far away when she finally left.

She didn't even understand why the soul could still shed tears. She looked back and saw that what fell into the dust was a tangible drop of tear.

This doesn't make sense.

"Master," Ling Yu said to Wen Jingchan, "he is from Yanzhou. I want to visit Yanzhou."

Ling Yu couldn't tell whether she was lying to Wen Jingchan or not, she felt that she just wanted to go to Yanzhou to see how Xuanji was doing.

At the same time, I felt that if I went there, I might be able to understand why this woman who was about to travel far away was crying.