Mu Chen didn't answer Qing Li's words, just led her blindly, and Qing Li stopped resisting.
Such a peaceful and peaceful time is nothing but a luxury for both of them.
They are burdened with sin and affection.
His steps were very slow, so that Qing Li could keep up with him, step by step, vaguely returning to his youth.
At that time, he was Yu Chen and she was Qingli.
Without so many grievances, grievances, and mirages, everything should go on like that, if fate didn't tease her.
The sacred tree in this small town is not too tall, but perhaps it is luxuriant and lush and green.
Many people have stood under the tree, most of them are couples, or couples, some are young, and some are ancient.
Seeing those gray-haired old couples who still clasp their hands together, Qingli felt envy for the first time.
Mu Chen pulled her forward. The trunk was very sturdy, and the branches were not high, so she could reach it just on tiptoe.
Mu Chen let go of her hand, first gently tied the wind chime on the palm of her hand, Qing Li was full of sorrow, she sighed, and tied it up with Mu Chen's movements.
There was an old lady next to her, who was estimated to be in her seventies, with wrinkled cheeks. She smiled and looked at the two, with love in her eyes.
"Cough cough, you two are like me and the old man when we were young. Be happy. Those who hang the wind chimes will be happy for a lifetime. Cough and cough." She talked a little hard and kept coughing, but it was so vicissitudes Qingli's voice was heard with a lot of love.
Qingli looked sideways, and the old lady was alone, so she curiously said: "Mother-in-law, where is your husband? Why don't you come with you?"
The old lady's expression was slightly relaxed, and the smile still hung on her face. She smiled kindly, "The old man has passed away, I guess it's time to accompany him, he is very lonely down there alone."
Her tone is very relaxed and ordinary, it seems that she is not talking about the death of her husband, but about going home together.
A worrisome color surged between Qingli's eyebrows, and her smile suddenly brought a shadow of light and shadow.
The old lady's Yang breath was already weak, and behind her, at this time, a figure slowly appeared, the same old, the same amiable.
If you want to come, that's her husband. Grandpa looked at Qingli with a smile on his face and said, "I really don't want to be able to see me after so many years."
The old lady had turned and left, but her pace was unusually slow.
Mu Chen lowered his voice and said, "You, why don't you go to reincarnation?"
The grandfather was a little uncomfortable around his hands, like a child doing something wrong, he said softly: "I can't bear her, I'm alone in the world, I can't let go of her."
Qing Li chewed these words carefully, what a profound feeling it was.
She couldn't bear to persuade: "It's coming soon, the mother-in-law's yang energy is almost exhausted, when you pick her up, maybe you can still be together in the next life."
The grandfather's cheeks showed a brilliant smile, and his turbid eyes became clearer at this time.
Although there is emotion and reluctance in his eyes, it is more hope that he will reunite with his wife and children.
After they left, Qingli looked up at the wind chimes on the top of the hair. Such a small string carried the hope of so many people.
Mu Chen looked down at her, his red lips resembling a red lotus petal blooming, he couldn't help but raised his hand and stroked Qingli's cheek.
She opened her eyes and looked at herself, and there was a blur in the eyes of both people.
After all, she had deeply loved the man in front of her, although those were just illusions of deception.
Mu Chen frowned slightly, looked at her in a somewhat obsessive manner, and slowly moved closer, but Qing Li took a step back when his lips were about to touch him.
Mu Chen lowered his head, smiled mockingly, and when he nodded again, he looked at Qingli deeply.
In her eyes, there is a bottomless emptiness.
Mu Chen sighed lightly, his eyes staying on her face.
The moonlight flicked down, even if it changed his face, the brilliance in his eyes would not change.
Qing Li slowly broke free of his hand, unwilling to look at him again, and said with his eyes sideways: "It's getting late, let's go back to the inn and rest."
Mu Chen raised his eyebrows helplessly, and murmured, "My little girl is still so stubborn."
Even though the voice was very soft, Ke Qingli still heard clearly, and she bowed her head sadly.
Little did he know that the inadvertent "li girl" suddenly melted the piece of ice at the bottom of the green center.
She felt a little hazy in front of her, and turned around silently, not looking at him anymore.
She raised her head slightly and opened her eyes wide, and the tears that were about to well were forced back by her again.
The road back to the inn was very clean, and the number of pedestrians on the street gradually decreased. The bluestone road was very stable, and every step was very firm.
Mu Chen just kept following behind her with his hands behind her.
The two people's shadows hung long on the ground, pulling out a long light and shadow, and gradually merged into one.
Looking out from the rustle of tears, the crescent moon hung high in the sky, seemingly ignorant of the misery of the world, blindly bright.
Will Qingli and his sorrow and forbearance nowhere to hide.
If you can, let me be presumptuous this time, let the tears fall, let my heart sink completely, just take it as remembering my love with him.
Ten days later, at the location Mu Chen said, Jiang Xin Qingli followed suspiciously. Qiu Ling didn't go to death for some reason. Shu'er had no choice but to accompany him.
It was a large forest of bamboos, each of which grew extremely thick, perhaps because of the good rain and plenty of sunshine in this place, so such a large forest grew.
When Qingli was in it, she was in an endless state.
She waited for a long time, let alone a person, even if it was an animal's shadow, she couldn't see it.
Looking at her somewhat impatient face, Mu Chen whispered softly: "Don't worry, it's almost this time."
Qingli turned left and right impatiently, fresh mud on the soles of his feet.
But the soles of Mu Chen's feet were still spotlessly clean.
Qing Li's breathing sounded slightly cramped, "But, why did you say why she came to Zhulinzi? Isn't this a bit inexplicable!"
While talking, I saw a few bamboos not far away shaking violently.
The leaves rustle.
Qingli stared intently, and a turquoise figure seemed to shuttle among the bamboo forests like a dazzling light.
The speed was so fast that he couldn't even see his face, and saw a long, jet-black hair fluttering in the wind.
Mu Chen smiled lightly and said, "I didn't lie to you, isn't this here?"
Mu Chen only concealed one thing from her. Fu Yinxiafan was to gather bamboo qi to carve the most complicated green bamboo screen in the fairy world, because in the near future, there will be a grand event in the fairy world.
But this matter, he would never tell her.
Looking at the light and shadow, Qing Li shouted: "Pay!"
She seemed to have heard it, and the light and shadow gradually woke up in the direction of Qingli, and finally stood on a bamboo on top of her head, her legs wrapped around the bamboo body, and her eyes were coldly looking down at her.
Qingli looked up at this angle and was very tired, and waved his hand upwards and said: "Fu Yin, come down, I have something to tell you."
Unexpectedly, she rolled her eyes and said coldly: "A mere mortal, boring."
As soon as she moved, Qing Li was anxious, and then shouted: "I am Qing Li! Fu Yin, don't leave!"
She then returned to her previous posture again, and leaped down with a light touch of her toe.
When he stood in front of Qingli, he said with disdain: "Who are you! What are you doing to me!"
This is a very cold-looking woman, dressed in very cyan, just a turquoise gown, no extra accessories, Rumo's long hair is only lightly tied up with a bright yellow band.
Her tone was full of malice, and Qing Li felt helpless at this time. Her body was Yuling, no matter what she looked like, no matter how tall she was, there was indeed no trace of Qingli in it.
Mu Chen stood by and did not speak. Fu Yin saw him at a glance, frowning deeply. She knew Mu Chen's identity, so it was very likely that the woman in front of him was Qingli.
She folded her arms and looked around Qing Li for a week, still wondering: "Qing Li?"
This question brought some affirmation. Qing Li nodded quickly and smiled: "Well, it's me. After all, we haven't seen each other for a long time."
Mu Chen flicked his finger and said, "You don't have to doubt anything. Her body is raised in Yuding Mountain. She has to borrow someone else's body, but you didn't recognize it."
Fu Yin suddenly reached out and held Qing Li's hand. Her palm was warm, and Qing Li smiled awkwardly.
Fu Yin nodded and said, "Yes, yes, you are indeed Qingli. When I touched you before, you were uncomfortable."
Qingli pulled his hand back, and said in a shame: "It's hard for you to remember."
Fu Yin tied a small jade pot around Fu Yin's waist, and Qing Li asked curiously, "What is this?"
Fu Yin smiled lightly and pointed to the small pot and said, "Oh, you said this, it's used to collect bamboo gas, I have to go back, uh, I need to go back to carve some things.'
Mu Chen on one side was still worried that she would tell the story, and it seemed that it was because of the friendship with her that she reacted.
Qing Li didn't hear anything, and smiled: "That's it. My weapon used to be used by others. Now I have a piece of crystal jade, so I want to ask you to help me carve a good weapon."
When Fu Yin heard it, he became interested, and said, "You're pretty good. I haven't seen it for many years. You can even get a hundred flower crystal jade. Quickly, let me have a look."
Fu Yin has always been a straight-tempered person. Hearing good things, I want to see them when I change them.
Qingli nodded, took out Jingyu and handed it to her.
Fu Yin picked it up, shining lightly against the sun, and the colorful light spread out everywhere.
She kept nodding her head and said: "Yes, yes, now I can see it with my own eyes." RS