Chapter 119 Old things can’t be found
Bailian nodded, and then ordered Chen Xiaolan, who had been standing next to him for some time, to go down and explain the reason to the villagers.
But he stayed at the stall and continued to chat with Meng Zifei.
It seemed like they were chatting about each other, but in fact, Balian had his own plan in mind.
This Meng Zifei, despite his unknown origins, has an unpredictable aura about his whole person.
Although gentle and amiable, it gives people a sense of impeccable perfection.
After several conversations, I still couldn't get out the information I wanted.
However, he has planted a useful seed like Qi Yang. If Meng Zifei really has a problem, it will not be difficult to catch his tail.
“Brother Si Chen, don’t you plan to have dinner here before leaving?”
Chen Xiaolan’s eyes seemed to have grown on Balian’s body.
As soon as she saw that he was leaving, she quickly ran from the end of the street to the street, saying hurriedly with a red face.
Bailian smiled and touched her head: "I won't eat here."
He couldn't digest human food anyway.
But when talking about dinner, Balian couldn't help but think of Lin Yuan.
Almost every once in a while these days, she would give him a bowl of her own blood.
Even though she was born as a mermaid, she couldn't help but bleed like this, not to mention that the season was approaching the winter solstice, and the fruits in the mountains were very astringent, and it did seem a bit bitter to use them as food.
Not to mention that there is Miss Fang in the mountains who has clothes to put out her hands and food to open her mouth.
After only a few days in the mountains, I heard her complaining about the grapes being too sour and nausea after eating too much fruit.
Thinking about it this way, he, the mountain lord, has really treated his subordinates badly.
No choice, before going back, Bailian bought some vegetables, poultry and wild food from Chen Xiaolan, preparing to bring them back to give everyone a toothpaste.
The sun sets in the west, and the darkness of the distant mountains will soon spread to this side.
Chen Xiaolan reluctantly looked at the back of the young man holding an umbrella and leaving. She waved goodbye sadly and couldn't help but murmur to herself: "This time we say goodbye, I don't know if we will see each other again. .”
Meng Zifei, who was cleaning up the stall, shook his head. , smiled and said: "Since Brother Si Chen bought those things from you, I think I will use a lot of them in the future, so I will naturally come to the village tribe to buy them from time to time. Of course I can see them."
The simple words immediately made the girl The sadness disappeared from his face, revealing a bright smile.
She thought for a moment, and quickly made a decision, trotted to Meng Zifei's side, tugged at the corner of his clothes with a hesitant expression, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Meng, Mr. Meng, are you not Can you ask me to practice? ”
Meng Zifei couldn't help but be slightly startled by the ordinary girl's longing and expectant eyes.
Looking at that face, my thoughts were slightly confused, and my memories were overlapping. I remembered that a child was like this back then, tugging on the sleeves of a taller red figure, pleading incessantly: "Sister, Can you teach me how to cultivate immortality, okay?”
In the distant memory, the face of the woman in red robe has been blurred in his memory.
I vaguely remember that the woman stretched out her palm to the childish boy and touched his head. Her helpless and bitter voice echoed in Meng Zifei's mind: "Practice is very tiring. It's not good for my sister to protect you." "?"
"Eh? Mr. Meng, why are you crying?" Chen Xiaolan suddenly became confused and hurriedly wiped the tears on his face with her sleeves.
She hurriedly said: "You don't want to, why do you want to bully me, a woman, with tears?"
Meng Zifei came back to his senses, looked slightly embarrassed, and then said: " I'm sorry, I just remembered some past events for a moment. "Oh, Chen Xiaolan." He shouted, looking at him with his big eyes: "Then I will become your teacher, will you accept me?"
How could Meng Zifei not see that this girl was trapped by love, so-called If she wants to practice and become an immortal, she just wants to get closer to the person in her heart.
This aspect is very different from him.
Helplessly smiling, Meng Zifei 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. Only those with spiritual roots can practice and introduce Qi into the body, and Miss Xiaolan, you... ...But there is no spiritual root in the body."
"Ah..." Chen Xiaolan looked decadent and a little depressed.
But she quickly cheered up again when she saw the sight of Balian in her mind.
She was unwilling to give up, clenched her fists and said: "I don't know what spiritual roots are, but I believe that hard work can make up for weakness. I use a thousand times of effort to exchange for what I don't have. I don't believe that I can't do it. To achieve the same achievements as others."
Mencius smiled bitterly and said: "There is a time in dreams, but there is no time in dreams..."
Halfway through the words, my heart felt an inexplicable pain, and I could no longer say the second half of the sentence.
The wry smile froze on his face for a long time. He subconsciously touched his heart, and finally lowered his arms dejectedly.
Meng Zifei looked at the girl, his eyes were no longer clear and translucent 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, but does not admire those who are in heaven, indicating that the sun will advance."
As the girl heals, With bright and excited eyes, Meng Zifei picked up his sword and kissed the hilt, with an unpredictable light in his eyes: "I will accept you."
When Baili'an stepped on the moon and returned, there were ancient vine lanterns hanging on both sides of the mountain path to guide the way.
This kind of ancient rattan lamp does not have the light of lamp oil. The material is very special. The real light comes from the natural light in the rattan.
It is not eye-catching during the day, but at night it is full of light that makes the night bright and does not make people get lost.
Although the light has no temperature, it also inadvertently dispels a touch of desolation in the forest.
Bailian had a soft smile on his face.
He felt that it felt really good to be on this road home.
Because there is someone waiting for him in front of the road.
The years are quiet and the world is ordinary.
Thirteen Swords Jinsheng slept from day to night. If he hadn't known that there was no alcohol in the mountains, he would have thought that this boy was living a decadent life of drunkenness and dreams every day.
Leaning under the tree house, Fang Geyu chatted in various ways and was learning how to make ancient rattan lanterns from Lin Yuan.
Even though life in the mountains was hard and boring, she didn't seem to lose her patience and want to leave.
"Hmm... So you made the lanterns on the mountain path?" Bai Lian was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Fang Geyu was also weaving lanterns.
Fang Geyu used to show a proud expression and hummed: "It's Xiao Yuan'er who insists on making up this useless lantern. I feel sorry for her that she can't make it up alone."
Bailian smiled and couldn't help but greet him, his eyes Falling on Lin Yuan's skinned hands, he frowned slightly and said, "The injury you suffered last time in the mountain realm has not healed yet?"
After being exposed to the sun for several days, Lin Yuan's fingers The shark's thin webbing seemed to never heal after it cracked.
But Balian remembered that the fish tail that Lin Yuan transformed into when exposed to water had all the scales and armor that had peeled off that day grown back, but only the webs had not healed.
(End of this chapter)