The time at home often flies, two days go by in the blink of an eye, although Mo Haicheng's support is silent, but his father's understanding still makes Mo Ying extremely moved. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At noon on the third day, the Mo family came to the post station accompanied by their families, and when they went out, it was essential to entangle, although Mo Ying repeatedly excused himself, he didn't need so much. But the mother of the child is worried that with enough money, she can suffer less.

Ink Shadow boarded the flying beast bound for Mucheng and waved at his family. Mo Haicheng looked at the ink shadow and nodded slightly. Mo Xi smiled at Mo Ying and said with his mouth: Come on, brother.

Mother Fang Yuelin turned her head and couldn't help crying in a low voice.

The flying beast flew higher and higher, and the whole city was left far behind, and the ink shadow turned his head, looking at the endless sky in the distance, and exhaled deeply, calming the sadness of parting.

A few days later, an inn in Mucheng

After Mo Ying arrived in Mucheng, he first went back to the academy to get a certificate of leaving school for one year, and then asked Shangguan Siyi and Bai Mu to come out, which was a separate banquet.

Because he was in a hurry, Ink Shadow didn't drink much. But Bai Mu was drunk and dizzy, talking nonsense there, talking about philosophy and truth, educating Mo Ying how to be a person, how to do things like this, not to be stupid outside, to be deceived, and not to be tough with others, so as not to suffer.

Thousands of words, long speeches, turned into the concern between friends, and were silently written down by Moying.

Because Bai Mu was so drunk, he could only ask the store to send him back to the academy.

Shangguan Siyi accompanied Moying to the post station outside the city.

Silent all the way, Mo Ying held Shangguan Siyi Siyi's hand tightly, reluctantly letting go, and the temperature of the palm passed to each other, conveying each other's intentions.

Mo Ying paid the travel fee first, and there was less than half an hour before departure. Shangguan Siyi stood in front of Mo Ying, her eyes were red, and she didn't speak. Mo Ying looked at her, reached out and picked up the emanation in her ear, stroked the little face, and said, "Laugh, I'll be back in a year, I'm afraid I'll like other girls outside." ”

Shangguan Siyi listened to Mo Ying's half-joking words, pursed her lips, and said, "You dare?" ”

Mo Ying lowered her head and kissed her, hugging her tightly, thinking that this moment would be an eternity, and she would never be separated.

When the staff of the flying beast was urging to leave, Mo Ying and Shangguan Siyi reluctantly parted their hugging bodies, and Mo Ying retreated and said, "Wait for me to come back." ”

Shangguan Siyi covered her mouth and nose tightly, held back her crying, and just nodded desperately, letting tears flow down her cheeks on both sides.

Mo Ying walked onto the huge flying beast and sat quietly on the back of the thick beast, not daring to look at Shangguan Siyi again. He was afraid that just one glance would make him lose all the courage to leave.

There are far more flying beasts going to Lanzhou than in the state, and the facilities are relatively perfect and exquisite, in addition to a hall on the back of the beast, the dining area and the accommodation area are also gorgeously decorated, but the accommodation is not a single room, but a large shop, but separated by wooden planks, forming an independent small space.

It would take nearly twenty days to get from Mucheng to Dusk City, during which time they would spend half a day at five supply stations for the flying beasts to eat, and learn about the weather ahead, and if it was too bad, they would stay for a few more days.

During the day, all the travelers usually sit in the lobby to chat or listen to the books to relieve their boredom. The staff were the first to inform them of these arrangements for the journey.

The seats on one side of the hall were all filled, and in addition to the Pingzhou people, there were also a large number of Lanzhou people, as well as a few Taizhou people who traveled around. Mo Ying sat quietly by the window, listening to the people at the same table talking loudly, but he didn't say a word.

On the other side of the hall is the storytelling area, which is separated by a noise barrier and does not interfere with each other.

Mo Ying took a sip of the goat milk tea provided by the staff, and looked at the endless wilderness outside the window, and couldn't help but feel a little lonely in his heart. People who are far away from home have both the excitement of going to go and the loneliness of leaving.

When Mo Ying was in a daze, a light voice came from his ears: "Big brother, what are you thinking?" ”

Mo Ying turned around and looked at the thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl at the same table, the girl was squinting at him with crescent-like eyes, a pair of drinking nests were very cute, they were really cute, Mo Ying thought silently in her heart.

Next to the girl sat a pair of adult men and women, who were looking up and down at the moment, and the ink shadow was numb all over.

Mo Tian silently reminded in his heart: "These two people have a lot of blood on their bodies, and they are also disguised, you should be careful yourself." ”

Mo Ying buried the shock in his heart, there was no trace of waves on his face, took the girl's words just now, and said calmly: "Homesick, unlike you, with your parents, you are home wherever you go." ”

The little girl smiled, pursed her lips and winked at the Ink Shadow.

Ink Shadow smiled back, turning her head out the window again.

The journey was extremely boring, and the enthusiasm of everyone to talk about it disappeared after a day, but there were more and more listeners in the book area, and it was extremely unsuitable for cultivation here, and Moying really had nothing to do, so he could only go to listen to books to kill time.

Storytelling generally only talks about the great power or major events of the past, three points of truth, plus three points of halo bonus, and with the storyteller's four points of eloquent narration, it is a fascinating enough story.

Although this kind of story sounds very cool and enjoyable, it lacks enough authenticity, a person can become powerful, strong, not overnight, the hardships, pain, and pathos are not easy for others to understand, but too many people just want to know that they are blessed by the halo of wonderful, and do not want to understand, understand their real life.

Mo Ying only regarded it as an entertainment pastime, so he picked a corner position, and listened to the storyteller on the stage narrating in a low voice, what kind of masterpiece, the top artifact, was captured by the protagonist, and finally the wives and concubines were grouped, and everyone surrendered, so uncomfortable.

But the pain and pain, love and righteousness of their lives have gradually been forgotten by people in the long river of time, leaving only the dazzling glory that is difficult to forget.

Three days later, the first supply station arrived, and all the passengers stepped down from the flying beast, and everywhere they looked, there were bushy fields, large and small puddles of water all over them, and dozens of miles away, a long river ran across the entire wilderness towards the sea of nothingness in the east.

The supply station is a three-story inn, the area within a kilometer is surrounded by a fence, some grain and vegetables are planted on both sides of the inn, and a lot of poultry are raised behind the house.

When the flying beast fell, several people came out of the inn, dressed ordinary, but the ornaments on their bodies were extremely valuable, and it was obvious that the job was very expensive.

They brought food from the storage room and began to feed it carefully, checking the physical condition of the beast.

Half a day passed like a white horse, everyone walked out of the inn, and the flying beast had already eaten, and flaped its wings twice with satisfaction, causing dust to fly.

When the dust cleared, everyone climbed onto the back of the beast in turn, and as the flying beast flew higher and higher, Mo Ying saw the surging river through the window, like a long silver snake coiled on the earth, even if he could only see a section of the river, but its majestic momentum could be seen.