The sun is so fierce, and with the colorful light, it hurts the mind.
Suddenly, if a cold wind blows into your eyes, everything in front of you is engulfed, and the colorful light slowly recedes, turning into the original blue.
Qingli burst into tears.
Tears slowly slipped from the corners of her eyes, soaking her eyelashes, and Mu Chen felt a little powerless as she watched her slowly lower her arms.
He asked with concern in plain language: "Why are you crying, but does the light sting your eyes uncomfortable?"
Qing Li's expression froze, and then she shook her head, her voice was a bit trance.
"I just heard the cry of a woman, and couldn't stop the sudden sadness in my heart, so I shed tears." Her jaw tightened and said slowly.
Qiu Ling got up, went to close the window tightly, and returned to the original place to sit down.
Mu Chen frowned slightly, seeming to be thinking, Qing Li's tears had stopped, she reached out to take the Jinpa that Shu Er handed over, and wiped her wet cheeks dry.
Mu Chen's expression was gentle, but there was a bit of doubt in his eyes.
"Women's crying? Shouldn't it, Flower God will not cry." His tone was determined.
Qingli's expression was momentarily stagnant, even though the window was closed, there was still wind blowing from outside the house, and the leaves were rustling, like a rush of cold rain.
Mu Chen waved his hand and said, "Well, you crystal jade is an extremely rare thing. Actually, it can't be used to build weapons."
Qingli heard the faint hesitation in his words, so he looked at his expression and slowly asked, "You might as well speak up."
Mu Chen nodded and continued: "What I worry about is not the quality of this jade, but who will be found to cast it. If it is those blacksmiths in ordinary towns, it will naturally be violent. Wait for me to think about it. miss you."
Qing Li raised her eyebrows lightly, but she had some thoughts in her heart. She snapped her fingers and said, "How about Fuyin? I haven't seen her for a long time. If she is asked to do it, then there will be no problem at all. of."
As soon as Qiu Ling was drinking tea, he was choked by this name. Qingli frowned to look at him, and said humorously: "Oh, Master Qiu, what's wrong with you?"
Shu Er hurriedly stretched out his hand to pat his back, and it took him a long while to relax.
Qiu Ling lowered his head in embarrassment, and whispered softly: "It's nothing, you just keep talking."
Mu Chen glanced at him carelessly, then turned his eyes to Qingli, with a bottomless void in his eyes, "This is a good idea, but she is from the immortal world after all...'
Qingli didn't care, "So what?" She was absolutely stunned, and a sharp spark flashed across her eyes.
"You don't want to go, it's okay for me to go by myself." After that, the brilliance of her eyes faded.
The people of these two worlds have always been separated from each other, not to mention that one is Fu Yin and the other is Mu Chen.
Although the two have never met before, it is indeed not good to meet so hastily.
Fu Yin is a well-known engraver in the fairy world. He is only in his twenties. She is very delicate and looks like a petite woman. However, her inner potential is beyond limit.
Qingli had just met the emperor mirage before, and when he knew Fuyin, a coincidence, the two of them also fell in love with each other very well.
At that time, we had a good time playing together, but afterwards, Qing Li and Emperor Mirage had an accident, and they no longer contacted each other, but suddenly they remembered her.
Maybe it's a fixed number.
The moment of Mu Chen's concentration, infinite pain and tenderness flicked in his deep eyes, but they all just flashed past.
Qing Li didn't even notice this strangeness.
He faintly nodded and said: "It's okay, I'll go with you. After all, the prisoner must have explained something, and the object is you, so naturally you should go."
Qing Li didn't want him to say such a thing, and was slightly stunned, with clear joy in his eyes, "That couldn't be better."
But as soon as he finished speaking, he fell silent. Qiu Ling looked up at her and said, "What's the matter with you?"
Qing Li bowed his head sadly, and said: "I, I am now a mortal body, how can I be in the immortal world?"
Yes, this is indeed the most important thing at the moment, and Mu Chen is also anxious. He and Qiu Ling will naturally have no problem, but one day in the sky and ten years in the ground are determined by mortals. When I went up and down again, everything around me changed.
Qing Li raised her face, with a faint shrewdness in her eyes, she asked again: "People in the fairy realm will have time in the lower realm every year. If I remember correctly, it is these few days, Mu Chen, can you help me? Inquire to see when will Fu Yin come down?"
Mu Chen raised his eyebrows and said unexpectedly, "In ten days."
Qing Li was very puzzled, his expression gradually a little unhappy, he answered her without even thinking about it.
This is not perfunctory and what is it
Qing Li's voice was slightly cramped, "What do you mean, answering so decisively."
Mu Chen's expression froze, and he smiled: "Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to perfuse you at all. I'm talking about the facts. As for why I know so clearly, you don't need to ask at all, and I won't. Tell you, just wait, you will be able to see her after ten days."
General Qingli nodded suspiciously, looking at Mu Chen's so determined appearance, at this time she had no choice but to trust.
On the contrary, Qiu Ling's complexion is getting worse, and even slightly blue. Qingli is really puzzled, so she looks at him with concern: "What's wrong with you? I feel weird today. What if it is? If you feel uncomfortable, just say it."
Qiu Ling supported the table with both hands, stood up slowly, and said, "I'm going back to the room first, you guys are talking."
After that, regardless of the strange gazes of others, he shook his body and went upstairs. Qing Li had never seen him like this, it was as if he had lost his soul, and he was very depressed.
Shu Er waved his hand, disdainfully said: "I'm going crazy again, let's ignore him."
After this, Mu Chen talked a lot with Shu'er and Qingli, but they were quite familiar with them.
It's fine if I don't talk about it. When it comes to dusk, Qiu Ling has been bored in the room upstairs and never came out.
Soon night fell, Qingli said that he was very bored in the inn, so he said he wanted to go out for a walk, Shuer wanted to rest more, so he went back to the room, so only Mu Chen and Qingli came out. .
Although this small town is not big, it is very lively at night. There are many small vendors and there are no shortage of pedestrians on the streets.
Xu is that the local folk customs are relatively open, and there is no such thing as closing the house at night.
Qingli looked up at the prosperous outside the space of stars today, but looked a little silly.
"Girl, you are from a different place." A peddler leaned closer with a small face.
Qingli came back to his senses, and Mu Chen nodded slightly and said, "Well, that's good."
The hawker's eyes were clear, and he smiled: "Then you must be ignorant of the local customs. If this is unusual, there are not so many small stalls on the street, and most people go back to sleep."
When Qing Li heard this, he became interested, and said peacefully, "Oh? Why is this?"
Just as a gentle wind blew, the vendor’s stall was made of wood, and some wind chimes made by him were hung in the small shed, red and white intertwined.
When the wind came, it jingled immediately, and the sound was very pleasant.
"Today, it's the Moon Festival, a festival unique to the local clan, girl, son, can you see it?" After that, he pointed his finger at the sky.
"Today's moon is so beautiful." He said in a low voice.
Qingli looked at the direction of his fingers. This was not a bright moon in the traditional sense, but a crescent moon, but in the dimness, there was a different mood.
Very beautiful, even a little intoxicating.
Mu Chen sighed softly and said, "It is indeed beautiful. I have not seen such a moon for a long time."
Under the moonlight at this moment, Qingli's full of sadness also turned into silence for a long time.
The hawker picked up an exquisite little wind chime from the flannel table. It happened to be a pair, one blue and the other red. He lifted it up gently and said with a smile: "We still have a custom, which is Two people picked up this wind chime and walked under the sacred tree over there, tied it together, and made a wish, and it would be achieved."
Mu Chen raised his eyebrows. He was not a mortal. He never believed in these so-called beliefs, but at this time he asked unscrupulously, "But is it true?"
Qingli frowned slightly and said nothing.
The hawker nodded quickly, "How can there be fakes? How, can you buy one?"
Mu Chen smiled and nodded, took out a few copper plates from his purse and handed them to the hawker. He returned two and said: "Oh, I'm giving it too much, son, I'll give you two more."
Mu Chen waved his hand, took the two strings of wind chimes and said, "No, you just hold them."
When the hawker heard it, he naturally accepted it thankfully.
Qing Li was still in a daze, and Mu Chen held her hand up and placed a blue one in her palm.
He took up her other hand and walked forward slowly.
His palm didn't feel hot, on the contrary, it was bitterly cold, and Qing Li's physical body was slightly unaccustomed.
She wanted to break away, but Mu Chen stubbornly pulled her, eyes looking forward, but did not stop.
"Let's tie them to the tree, and then you make a wish." A smile appeared in his eyes.
Qing Li laughed suddenly, such a smile, so pure.
"What a great identity of you, you still believe this." Qing Li looked down at the blue wind chime in his hand as he walked, and suddenly sighed slightly.
She remembered the days in Nanfeng City. At that time, when she was very young, she begged Mu Chen to take her to the Yuan Festival and bought a river lantern to put on...
The scenery that was still clear in front of his eyes was turned into a necessity at this time. The person beside him is no longer the leader, but the child of hell.
And he wasn't the pure Qingli, everything was changing, only his feelings remained unchanged. RS