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The street was wet and desolate after light rain.

The morning mist gradually dissipated, and many shops opened up.

Mu Yun walked slowly on the long street, looking carefully at the faces of passers-by, for fear of passing Qi Zhong by the shoulder.

Just when I was about to turn around West Street, I saw a restaurant, the door suddenly opened, and the handyman took out a signboard.Mu Yun stepped forward, looked at it for a while, and finally settled on the word Cangzhou...

The signature wine was actually shipped from Cangzhou, he clenched his hands tightly, and Feng Mei's words lingered in his ears:

"...Tongjiang is a separated region, essentially another human world. It wasn't until Liu Zhen came to power that the opening was closed... As for why, I don't know. In short, Xuannv and the others embraced creating a new human world. Had great expectations...”

Thinking of Qi Zhong's love of Cangzhou fine wine, Mu Yun felt a glimmer of expectation, and intuitively stepped into the door of "Spring Breeze Ten Miles" restaurant.

A clerk in the shop hurried up to greet him, stopped him, and looked at him strangely: "Hey, monk, have you gone to the wrong place? This is a restaurant, isn't it..."

Mu Yun's footsteps stopped, and he remembered the chaos of time and space. When he slipped from one illusion to another, he inexplicably returned to the identity of a Buddhist. The years of entering Buddhism.

Thinking of the farewell night in the ancient temple, and the words "clouds scattered and water dry" still lingering in his ears, Mu Yun thought that his indifference at that time was also an unforgettable heart mark in that person's heart, so there will be the current scene.

Mu Yun didn't have the mentality to meet Xiao Er, and walked in anxiously, looking around, but he couldn't see the old man.In a moment of disappointment, he decided to wait.

Sitting by the window on the second floor, Mu Yun put some tea money on the table, and said lightly, "Please serve me a pot of hot tea."

Xiao Er, who was still wondering at the side, saw the money, nodded repeatedly, took the money and left.

"Hey, wait a minute."

When the tea was cold, although there were more and more customers in the restaurant, none of the faces of all kinds could make his heart surge.Mu Yun lowered his eyes in despair, staring at the green in the teacup, his mind was full of thoughts and blank.

There was another loud shout from downstairs: "Oh, guest officer, please come inside."

"any drinks?"

Xiao Er led a young man in white to the second floor, and sat in a secluded window facing Mu Yun.

The man whispered: "Cough. Drink, drink. I want the best wine here."

The voice was close to his ears, and Mu Yun raised his eyes in surprise, looking at the hazy face covered by a white gauze hat opposite him, faintly excited.

"Hey, guest officer, you have come to the right place. Cangzhou wine has a good reputation and is our signature wine here. Just wait, the good wine will come soon."

"Yeah." Fang Jin hummed lightly, noticing that focused and discerning gaze, he closed his bamboo hat strangely, turned sideways pretending not to notice, and looked at the window in thought.

"Come, guest officer, your wine." After a while, the little errand went upstairs and brought wine to the young man in white.He also kindly said: "Oh, guest officer, it's hot today, why don't you take off the bamboo hat and I'll put it aside for you?"

Fang Jin coughed a few times guiltily, and mumbled, "No, there's no need."

Xiao Er didn't say any more, and was about to step back. Fang Jin pondered for a moment, then called Xiao Er again, and whispered shyly, "Uh, Xiao Er, why does that Zen master opposite me keep staring at me?"

"Ah? I don't know, why don't you sit in another seat?" Xiao Er looked back and was surprised to find that it was true.

"Uh... forget it." Fang Jin didn't want to be troublesome, so he sent Xiao Er away.

At this moment, "Pa——"

The gavel was slammed on the table, and the old storyteller sat down calmly, glanced at the crowd, and got ready to speak.

Everyone showed no expression, just silently waiting for him to speak.

"Guest officers, today I want to tell you a story about Xanadu..."

The old storyteller's unhurried tone draws a long tone, which makes people fall asleep.A flash of inspiration flashed in Fang Jin's mind, and he immediately found a way to avoid Mu Yun's gaze, secretly brewing in his heart.

Mu Yun kept staring at the man in white, only to see the white veil slightly lifted by the breeze by the window, blurring his face and teasing his sleeves, but he could not see his real face.

Mu Yun hesitated again and again, and decided to take the initiative to go forward, but saw that the man got up suddenly, missed him in a hurry, and went downstairs quickly.Mu Yun stood still in a daze, letting the wind from the man's sleeve gently brush over his disappointed expression.

"...Some people say that there are dead bodies everywhere, and others say that there are peach blossoms all over the place, and it is like spring all year round..."

"Hahaha……"

The storyteller was speaking vigorously, spitting all over the place.There was a sudden burst of laughter from the crowd, they all looked for the reputation, and saw a young man in white, with a bamboo hat covering his face, stepping downstairs, laughing loudly.Everyone laughed so hard.

"You, what are you laughing at?"

The storyteller mistakenly thought that someone was trying to tear down the stage, and couldn't help but break out in cold sweat, eager to argue.

Fang Jin just wanted to get away with an excuse, and didn't mean to make things difficult, so she whispered to the storyteller: "Here is ten taels of silver, I will buy you a cooperation, understand?"

It was more than today's wages, the storyteller suddenly laughed, nodded again and again, secretly took the silver and put it in his arms.

Fang Jin turned around and said quite seriously: "Ahem. Don't listen to his making up. I have heard this story by chance. It's not like that at all. Why don't I continue to explain the real story to everyone?"

The storyteller choked on witty words, pretended to be dismantled, and walked away in a huff.

Seeing this, everyone had no choice but to support Fang Jin and continue speaking, cheering loudly.

Noticing that the monk with the hair was also walking down the stairs slowly, Fang Jin pursed her lips, calmed down, and knocked Xingmu hard for confidence.

"Snapped--"

Then he preached: "There should be such a treasure land in the world, but it is not a fairyland, and there are countless tung flowers blooming all over the mountain..."

"Then what's it called?"

A little Maotou didn't know, so he asked.

Under the white gauze hat, Fang Jin said firmly, "Call, Tong Jiang."

"Boom——, bang——"

"Ouch--"

"What's going on? Why did the building collapse?"

As soon as the words fell, a drunken drinker fell from the fence on the second floor and smashed the food and drinks of several tables, scaring everyone.

Fang Jin stood there in a daze, facing this sudden situation, she didn't know what to do, and stared blankly at the oolong.The guests at those tables were dissatisfied, and they went to push and swear at the drunkard, but unexpectedly, the other party was also violent, turned over twice, and punched a few times, and now both parties became angry and quarreled.

The rest of the people went to watch the fun and ignored the storytellers.Fang Jin was a little disappointed, said something, and said in a low voice, "You don't want to listen, I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, taking advantage of the chaos, he didn't even want the jug, turned down the storytelling table, and hurriedly ran out of the restaurant, avoiding the unclear gaze.

In the building, the juniors all came to persuade the fight, and there was a commotion.

Mu Yun quickly went downstairs, avoiding the crowd, and went to look for the young man in white.When he rushed to the street, he realized that the man had already walked a long way leading the horse.

Mu Yun was determined to chase him, but was stopped by the crowd, went around, and finally followed Fang Jin's pace closely, and walked out of the city gate together.

Travel to the suburbs, deserted.The surroundings were quiet, except for the sound of footsteps approaching and far behind Yu, which startled Fang Jin. The hand holding the horse couldn't help exerting strength, and touched the wooden sword at his waist. He wanted to fight back proactively.

Mu Yun chased him all the way, seeing the person stop at this moment, close at hand, with his back turned to him, he couldn't help feeling a little lost.

Fang Jin turned around suddenly, clenched the wooden sword tightly, and pretended to be brutal: "Hey! I don't know you, right? Why do you keep following me?"

Mu Yun's mind was calm, he suppressed his hopes, and smiled politely: "Uh, it's like this, brother, I see that you look like an old friend of mine, that's why..."

"Oh! You should have said it earlier." Fang Jin didn't wait for him to finish, and took the initiative to lift the hat, showing a handsome smile, and said with a smile, "Hey, see clearly, we are plain, ignorant, ordinary, and born."

He spoke every word very clearly.

But Mu Yun froze on the spot, his eyes flushed, staring straight at the face that haunted his dreams, his heart was suddenly agitated, he stepped forward quickly, hugged Fang Jin, and called out in a low voice: "Xiao Zhong..."

"Ah? Who are you? What are you doing hugging me?"

Fang Jin fell into shackles inexplicably, and was even more at a loss.

"Don't go, don't go..."

Mu Yun was repeatedly attached to the warming up at this moment, and refused to let go.

Being hugged more and more tightly, Fang Jin was a little dizzy, and said weakly: "Hey, I, you, take it easy, I can't breathe..."

Hearing this, Mu Yun reluctantly let go of his hands, and put the person back on the spot intact, but his eyes never moved halfway.

Fang Jin frowned in distress, and muttered softly, "What a weird person..."

Suddenly, as if he realized something, he stepped back a few steps timidly and widened his eyes: "Hey! You, you are not sent by him, are you?"

Mu Yun was inexplicable, and he was a little sober: "Who?"

"Of course it's my dad. Hey, don't pretend, you've been paying attention to me since the restaurant, and now you're walking with me all the way, and you're making up some old man who looks like me... I think you just accepted me Dad's reward, he wants to take me back, right?"

Fang Jin suddenly realized, and self-righteously pierced Mu Yun's "scheming".

Hearing this, Mu Yun pondered for a while, and based on the attire and age of the person in front of him, he guessed that he should be the son of a generous family. He wanted to go out for a trip, but was blocked by his family.But right now, he accidentally misunderstood that he was a lobbyist sent by his family... This is a good opportunity to get closer, Mu Yun hesitated, whether to deceive him because of the situation, take him by his side, and abduct him back .After all, Feng Mei's spiritual message also told him that the person in front of him was most likely transformed by his original mind.

"Huh? You haven't spoken for so long, are you admitting it? Then there's nothing to say. Don't follow me. I won't go home."

Fang Jin firmly guessed in her heart, and couldn't bear to dismiss him.

In the end, Mu Yun didn't want to lie to him, so he shook his head and said, "I am not the person sent by your father, but a monk who has returned to lay life. I just happened to travel here to find someone. You misunderstood."

"Ah? Did I guess wrong?" Fang Jin scratched his head in embarrassment, and smiled, "Well, I'm sorry..."

"..." Mu Yun lowered his eyes, thinking silently.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Fang Jin said enthusiastically again: "Since you have to hurry, we happen to be together, and there is someone to take care of you on the way? It's also my apology, how about it?"

Mu Yun didn't expect him to say that, like the words of God's help, he complied with his heart, restrained his expression of joy, and nodded lightly.

Fang Jin had a cheerful personality, so she declared her name twice.Mu Yun also reciprocated courtesy and got acquainted with him again.

……

In the cool night, Lin Yue hangs high on the branches.

The two drove for a long time, and finally lit a fire in a clearing in the forest, preparing to spend the night in the suburbs.

Mu Yun watched him clumsily busy there, adding firewood for a while, and moving the horses for a while. He was so busy that he seemed like a novice on the road.Without his help, it might take a long time to even start the fire.

Mu Yun thought for a moment, thinking that when he was traveling in Xinjiang, Qi Zhong was familiar with doing these things. Compared with him, the people at present are too innocent, quiet and polite, unlike Qi Zhong who is carefree and happy.The difference produced a strange sense of alienation in him.

"Uh...are you hungry? I have dry food here."

In order to thank him for his help, Fang Jin enthusiastically handed over the food.

Mu Yun was stunned, and suddenly remembered the previous love of the Hualin meeting many years ago. There was a "woman" with a delicate appearance and a tulle face. She tried to cheat her money with a cake, but she cheated his heart and marriage.He clearly promised everything, but that person never even informed him of his refusal.

"No. Chestnut crisp, it's delicious, try it."

Fang Jin happily opened the oil paper, and a burst of sweet and greasy fragrance spread out.

Mu Yun thanked and took the pastry, only watching but not tasting, with a deep expression on his face.

Fang Jin didn't notice his subtle changes, and just sat down next to him familiarly, chattering: "By the way, Brother Mu Yun, why did you become a monk in the first place?"

Mu Yun replied lightly: "Because...the world of mortals doesn't keep people."

"Then why are you still vulgar now?"

"Because he's still in the dust."

Fang Jin was a little confused when he heard it, but he was confused by the other party's profound answer when he wanted to get close. He was curious: "He? Is it your old friend who looks like me?"

"Hmm." Mu Yun lowered his eyes sadly.

Fang Jin asked again: "Who is he to you? It made you miss him so much."

The sweet but not greasy chestnut cake is sweet and soft. He has already eaten the second one, but the one in Mu Yun's hand has not moved at all.

After a moment of silence, Night Breeze froze instantly, and the fire in his eyes danced. Mu Yun replied hoarsely: "He is...he is the love of my heart."

"Ah?" Fang Jin was stunned for a moment, and the plate of pastry in his hand fell into the soil. He licked the sweet stains on the corner of his lips, dodged his eyes, and whispered, "Oh..."

"Then how did you break up?"

The sudden silence was a bit weird, but Fang Jin continued the topic out of politeness.

Mu Yun blinked and sighed, "It's a little misunderstanding. I hope he will forgive me the next time I see him."

Fang Jin nodded approvingly, and encouraged him: "Of course you will, you have become vulgar for him. But you can't just go to him like this, you have to prepare some apology and make him happy. In this way, he will see it for the sake of the gift Come on, I will definitely not be angry again..."

"..." Mu Yun raised his head slowly, stared at him, his eyes revealed tenderness, and sincerely vowed: "I will marry him."

"Ah... this, this ceremony is too heavy." Fang Jin touched the bridge of his nose, sighed sideways, then turned around and said with a smile, "Then I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years, early... get up early and go to bed early."

Inexplicably amused by his cute appearance, Mu Yun turned his face slightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and slowly said: "Thank you..."

Fang Jin blinked, inexplicably willing to get close to him, and gossiped: "By the way, my dear friend, I haven't asked where you are from yet?"

Mu Yun was startled, curled his fingers, and said frankly: "...Tong Jiang."

Fang Jin shook his head, as if he hadn't reacted yet, and repeated in a low voice: "Tong Jiang...Tong Jiang...so familiar..."

"Ah! Isn't this the place name in Xiuxian's storybook?"

As soon as he slapped his forehead, Fang Jin suddenly realized that he mistakenly thought that Mu Yun was deliberately teasing him, so he jokingly said, "Brother Mu Yun is so fond of joking, it's thanks to you that you have returned to vulgarity, otherwise reading these scriptures in a Buddhist holy place would be slandering Buddha." Woolen cloth……"

"...Well, Mr. Fang is right." Mu Yun replied disappointedly. He thought he remembered the years in Tongjiang, but it turned out that it was just a coincidence. In this world, he and himself had no intersection at all.

"You are also affected by the script when you go out alone. Do you want to go to the hidden world Lingshan to learn from a teacher?"

Mu Yun turned against the guest and interrogated him in an attempt to learn more about this territory.

Fang Jin nodded excitedly, and smiled: "Yeah. I'm going to Kunlun to find a teacher from an immortal, cultivate immortality, and from then on, I will be famous in all directions for killing demons and eliminating demons..."

The second year of middle school for young people always comes so suddenly. The ordinary years think they are boring, but they don't know that they are the happiest time.

Mu Yun was silent for a moment, didn't say anything, and listened to him happily talking about his grand plans and ambitions.

"Actually, Xianmen is not as smooth as you think... it's better to go home earlier."

Fang Jin was a little unhappy when he heard the persuasion, but he didn't reject this caring tone, and lightly retorted: "What kind of fairy forest is it? home."

Mu Yun coughed dryly: "Then, let's go together. Maybe my old friend is also waiting for me in Lingshan..."

"Okay, okay." Fang Jin overreacted, woke up, restrained his emotions, and explained: "Uh... Actually, I don't know why, I walked all the way with you, chatted with you, and somehow felt that you were special." Kind, as if we have known each other for a long time."

Mu Yun was moved when he heard that, and murmured, "Yes..."

The light of the fire became weaker and weaker, leaving only a pair of embers dotted with countless red flames, like bits of silent joy.