"You were in seclusion at that time... I left Shushan all the way."

The stars and moon are bright.

The wind and sand are flying.

From Taozhi City and separated from Guo Dalu, the girl also woke up in a daze.

The cold air in her body was gradually dissipating. The murderous thoughts left by Baidi once severely damaged the divine sea and were blocked by the "new word scroll" and "sword snippet", so the girl became "sleepy"... but now she is gradually getting better. When she just left the North, the girl could even sleep for ten hours a day.

Now it's getting more and more sober...but this is actually not a good thing.

Because the murderous thoughts left by Baidi, which were densely filled with knife-like murderous thoughts, were not dug out, but were restrained into the bones, and the soul was healed, but the injury was harder to heal.

Pei Lingsu put his chin on Ning Yi's shoulder, stared at Ning Yi motionlessly, listening carefully to him, like a quiet kitten.

Ning Yi smiled and told him about the story of going to Shushan to find new words.

"Guo Dalu..." Pei Lingsu sighed: "He is a good person."

A heartfelt feeling.

In this world, few people are like Guo Dalu.

The girl's sigh made Ning Yi's face twitch a little.

After thinking about it, three or four years have passed, and Lao Guo seems to be a bachelor, and the reason seems to have been revealed... Whoever sees Guo Dalu will subconsciously give him a good person to praise him.

It has entered the yellow sand desert.

Ning Yi chose the safest path.

His ultimate destination was Lingshan. He held the talisman of Senior Chu Xiao in his hand and left the northern territory in order to find Master Xuyun to seek what Buddhism calls the "Eternal Life Method".

But... he didn't want the girl to be unhappy along the way.

Ning Yi, Chen Yuanjun, and insiders chose to hide the injuries in the girl's body.

There is no need to worry along the way.

Just treat it as a journey around the Sui Dynasty.

...

...

"I heard that there is a well in the desert outside the eastern border, called 'Wangyue'."

The girl slowly lifted the curtain.

She looked at the moon above her head. At night in the east, the yellow sand in the desert roared, and always felt that the moon above her head was bright and not very real. Although early spring has arrived, the yellow sand still has the meaning of coldness, rough and cold, and shaves on her face like a tiny and continuous sharp blade.

Ning Yi's mind moved, "How do you know 'Looking at the Moon'?"

This little story has been widely circulated in the eastern realm, but it is rarely known to heaven.

"When I was in Jianxinghou Mansion, I was very bored and read a lot of books." Pei Lingsu paused slightly and smiled, "I heard more or less."

Ning Yi smiled suddenly.

He was a pseudonym Ning Chen. When he was looking for the "Shanzi Scroll" in the East, he explored local strange stories and learned about the story of "Looking at the Moon". At that time, Li Baijing was still fighting with the West. He wanted to show Taizong his ability to govern the world. The entire East was under the control of the Three Sacred Mountains.

"Looking at the Moon" was once a very famous scenic spot in the desert... In fact, there is nothing special. Many young men and women will rush to the well to fulfill the legends mentioned by the world when the moon is full.

"When the moon is full, overlooking the bottom of the well, the lover who truly loves each other can see the future of himself and his beloved."

Ning Yi said slowly: "Do you believe there is such a thing?"

The girl nodded and shook her head again

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head.

Both of them are great practitioners who have surpassed the ten realms. In fact, they are very clear that there are indeed magical and treasures for divining the future in this world, but they are all existences that challenge the rules against the will of heaven.

Seeing the "future" is not a good thing. The further you see, the more you see, the more you pay.

"I'm just...curious."

Pei Lingsu whispered softly, "I want to see our future."

She suddenly laughed and said, "Of course, that well is probably just a gimmick, and you may not see anything."

Ning Yi looked serious and slapped the folded wooden wheelchair armrest beside him with one hand. "Our future is bright, just like this carriage, heading straight towards Kangzhuang Avenue."

The girl couldn't help laughing.

Ning Yi also smiled: "Where do you want to go, I will accompany you. If you want to see the scenery, I will accompany you... Anyway, we are rich now, so we can't tell our own family. Who hasn't heard of Ning Yi in Shushan, and who doesn't know Pei Lingsu in Zishan?"

The girl was amused and said angrily: "Look at you, show off."

Ning Yi said happily: "If you can return home with wealth, who would like to walk in the night with a rich and noble family?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, curled his smile and said, "That 'Moon-Watching Well' was originally famous and lively. There were many inns open around him, but now it is not certain. Li Baijing instigated the ghost cultivator to occupy the radius of Liuli Mountain, forcing the reduction of the territory of the Three Saint Mountain, and the habitat of the people. Bandits outside the eastern border also grew."

"It's good too." The girl said softly: "No one, purity."

Ning Yi smiled and rubbed the girl's head, "It's up to you."

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...

The location of the Wangyue Ancient Well was originally quite rich. Although it was a desert, a group of people gathered and opened a small town around this small well. However, the entire town is now dilapidated and weathered, and the houses were destroyed by wind and sand, buried in the buried spirit, dead and lifeless.

The bottom of the well was already exhausted.

Dry and bottom.

The yellow sand flew, and a boy in a robe, wearing a pair of ragged cloth shoes, hugged his shoulders, and walked forward in the desert with difficulty. He was alone in the moonlight, with a firm face.

The boy's robe was torn and old, with his ragged corners swaying in the wind.

It was not until the dilapidated ancient town that the wind gradually became smaller.

He let go of his arms that were hugging him tightly, raised his hands, rubbed his frozen purple ears, and walked alone in this "familiar" ancient town. There was no one in the town, and the scenes of the original scenes were still lingering in his mind.

At that time, my mother would hold herself, sit on the roof, facing the yellow sand, and whisper to the moon.

Say something you don't understand.

The world is difficult.

It's hard for dad, too.

It’s hard for everyone…so you must live a good life.

At that time, the town was very lively and there were many people. He didn't know what his mother said, "The world is difficult." What does it mean?

Until my mother left.

No one hugged me anymore, chattering on the roof, chanting one trivial story after another.

It was not until he "lost" that he realized how precious it is to "own" it is.

The young man came to a dilapidated ancient house, reached out and opened the heavy wooden door. Although the ancient house was dilapidated, there was not much dust. Because people often came to clean it... The wooden house was pulled open with a whimper, and the boy familiarly picked up the dustpan leaning against the corner of the wall, broom, silently swept the dust, and then carried an empty bucket and pushed it away.

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Only after the door of the house remembered that the town had experienced a sandstorm not long ago, and there was no water in the "Watching Moon Well".

He put the empty bucket back again, his movements softly.

Close the door.

Sitting in the darkness, his breathing became difficult, his eyes never moved from beginning to end, and he kept staring at the small tablet in the room.

Holding the fragrance in both hands, the faint light of fire ignited.

Inserted in front of the tablet.

The breathing was heavy, as if it was covered with sand and dust.

Suddenly coughing—

"cough!"

“Uh—uh.”

The boy coughed in pain and dullness, covering his lips with one hand, and the heart-wrenching cough sounded like an 80-year-old man, hoarse and dull.

He fell to the ground, like a hunched shrimp.

When everything came to peace, his emotions slowly calmed down as his body calmed down. Tears flowing from the corners of his eyes due to violent coughing soaked a small piece of floor.

This is what he has to do every month.

Or... this is something he will do whenever he has time.

Hiking for more than ten miles.

Come to this dilapidated town and meet the person he misses the most in this world.

The boy pressed his hands on the ground and kowtowed several times respectfully.
To be continued...