Evil in the world: Mad girl is too charming

The northern border town of Beiming Kingdom, where it meets the surrounding small countries, is often windy and sandy, and the population is sparsely populated, with only a few nomads.

On the barren grassland, one person and one horse walked towards the north. There were no people, no tall trees, and only sparse weeds growing tenaciously.

Suddenly, the distance was dark, and a dry cold wind blew, enveloping sand and dust.

Lin Meng tied her gauze tightly, seeing that it was getting late and there might be a sandstorm coming, so she hurriedly found a place to spend the night.

"Horse, go two steps faster." Lin Meng took the rein and tugged vigorously. The horse was tired. [

After walking for half an hour, I finally saw a small wooden house on the side of the hill.

"Excuse me, is there anyone?" Lin Meng knocked on the door.

After a while, there was a soft sound from inside the room, the sound of removing the door bolt, creaking, the door opened, and there was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old book boy.

The book boy looked at the person coming, and then asked inside the room: "My lord, it's a woman and a horse."

"Jingyang, the wind and sand may come tonight, please come in to avoid the night." It was a gentle and indifferent voice, extremely pleasant to the ear, as if the drizzle moistened things, and even the dry climate was relieved.

"Girl, come in quickly, bring your horse in and tie it to the door." Jing Jing beckoned and let the people outside the door come in.

"Thank you." Lin Meng nodded as a courtesy.

There is a brazier in the middle of the ground, which is boiling water. There is a man sitting next to him. His profile is seen. He is wearing a light blue robe, and his black hair is like a waterfall. A native of Beiming.

"My lord, will the wind and sand bury this wooden house?" Jingyang was a little worried.

"Maybe." He raised his head, looked out the window, and said with a slight smile.

It was only when he raised his head that he was able to see him clearly. He was magnificent, serene and indifferent, with an intimidating aloofness that couldn't be concealed. He was beyond the dust, as quiet as water, unassuming, yet unobtrusive, yet people couldn't ignore him. He was unique in that body. His temperament even overshadowed his appearance, which made people ignore his appearance.

Lin Meng was surprised for a moment. She never expected to meet an extraordinary person instead of a herdsman in this deserted wasteland.

"My lord, you can still laugh, what if you get buried?" Jingyang said with a bitter face.

Lin Meng sat cross-legged in the corner of the room. Hearing this, she explained: "The sandstorm is not too big, and it won't bury the house."

Hearing this, the man turned his head and looked at her. She was wearing a veil, and only her eyes could be seen. They were a pair of quiet eyes, as calm as water and calm, as if reflecting everything in the world, and as if hiding in the floating world weathered.

"Girl, it will be cold at night, come and sit here." Jing Jing said with a smile at her.

Lin Meng was about to refuse, but another voice came out.

"If the girl doesn't mind it, come here to warm up." The man said lightly, adding more firewood to the brazier.

"So, thank you both." Lin Meng smiled, and the other party said this, if she evaded it again, she would be disgusted. [

"Girl, listen to your tone, you're not from here, are you? Why are you wearing a nomadic outfit?" Jingyang sized her up and asked with a smile.

"Do as the Romans do." Lin Meng smiled, took off her scarf, and sat cross-legged.

"Girl, where are you from?" Jing Jing asked again, seeing that she was very handsome, not like ordinary ladies, but very grand, she should be a quack girl.

"It doesn't matter where you are from, the whole world is your home." Lin Meng said.

"Girl, don't you have any relatives?" Jing Jing was a little surprised and asked again.

"Yes." Lin Meng smiled and touched the saber at her waist. This sword has been with her for six years and is her relative.

"Uh, where are your relatives, girl?" Jing Jing was puzzled. She has relatives, so why is she at home everywhere?

"Jingyang, the water has boiled." The man interrupted Jingyang's chatter.

Jingyang grinned, then wiped the bowl clean, and asked, "Girl, do you want some water?"

"Thank you, no need, I have water." Lin Meng smiled politely.

Jing Jing stopped talking, poured a bowl of water for his son, and then took out the steamed buns to bake.

The sky was already dark, and the wind was blowing outside, Jingyang went to block the doors and windows, after a while, only the whistling sound of wind and sand remained.

"My name is Jingyang, girl, what's your name?" Jingyang saw that the atmosphere was a little dull, so he opened up the chatterbox again.

"My surname is Lin." Lin Meng hesitated and replied.

Seeing that she didn't want to say more, Jing Jing changed the subject: "Girl, you came to the wasteland alone, where are you going?"

"Walk around, don't talk about where to go."

"My son and I also travel around. In the past few years, we have been to many places..." Jing Jing continued.

"Jingyang." The man said lightly.

Jing Jing curled his lips, and then said nothing. The young master doesn't like to talk, so he can't talk often.

There was only the sound of firewood burning and silence in the room.

Jingyang was a little sleepy. He laid out the hay and was ready to go to bed: "Young Master, Miss Lin, you should also go to bed earlier."

Lin Meng nodded and leaned against the wall to rest, but she didn't intend to sleep. [

The man suddenly looked at her and said indifferently, "Miss Lin, my name is Rong."

Lin Meng was a little surprised. This person was definitely not an ordinary person. Such a person would never tell others his name easily. What did he mean by telling her?Make her let her guard down?

When Jing Jing heard this, he lost all sleepiness and looked at his young master in surprise. The young master took the initiative to tell a stranger his name?Miracles, anecdotes.

"Miss Lin, please rest earlier." The man said lightly, then got up and sat down on the other side of the room, leaning against the wall to rest.

"Mr. Rong, good night." Lin Meng smiled, what a strange person, he walked so far to make her let her guard down?

"Good night." The man looked at her, smiled slightly, and then closed his eyes to rest.

Jingyang was so shocked that his eyes almost fell off, when did the young master become so enthusiastic?Would you say goodnight to a stranger?

The wind and sand outside the house became more and more violent, but fortunately the house was strong enough to not be affected.

Until the next morning, the wind and sand stopped, and the morning light hit the door and came in through the cracks in the door.

Jingyang woke up, stretched his waist, and saw that his son was resting or meditating, Lin Meng was getting ready, and she should be preparing to leave.

"Miss Lin, are you leaving?" Jingyang got up quickly and asked.

"Yes, thank you both for taking me in." Lin Meng nodded, and opened the door, outside which a thick layer of dust had accumulated.

"Hehe, no thanks, this house doesn't belong to us, we're staying overnight." Jingyanghan laughed twice.

"Farewell." Lin Meng smiled, then led the horse and went out.

"Jingyang, let's go too." After speaking, the man also went out.

"Ah? Master, wait for me." Jingyang hurriedly packed his luggage.

The sun was shining brightly, and the outside was covered with a layer of wind and sand, only a few tenacious grasses were exposed.

Lin Meng looked at him and said with a smile, "Let's take my leave first."

He looked into her eyes and asked slowly, "Miss Lin, where are you going?"

Lin Meng was surprised for a moment, then smiled and said, "I didn't go anywhere." After speaking, she led the horse and headed north.

He was stunned, looking at her fading figure, he was a bit at a loss.

"My lord, she's obviously gone, why didn't she go anywhere?" Jing Jing asked puzzledly, leaning on the door, scratching her head.

He laughed, he kept the world in his heart, he stayed in the same place wherever he went, he had no thoughts in his heart, and he stayed in the same place wherever he went, so is she the former or the latter?Maybe both.

For a long time, he always felt that something was missing, but he couldn't tell what it was. He had been searching for it for many years, until last night, he suddenly realized that it was the eyes hidden in the wind and frost of the world.

"My lord, where are we going?" Jingyang asked.

"Go north." He said, and then followed the footprints on the ground.

"Ah? We just came from the north, why did we turn back?" Jingyang was puzzled, and it became more and more difficult to guess what the young master was thinking.

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