The streets were full of people, and occasionally people passed by the alleyway, and saw a beautiful woman squatting there, crying without any image, and they all felt sympathy, and people speculated that she must have been cruelly abandoned to be so heartbroken. He Ling held his head, ignored other people's discussions, and immersed himself in his own world. She had searched almost the entire Qingshui Town, but she couldn't find even a single hair of Li Xin. The fox not only has pointed ears, but also has a keen sense of smell, she followed Li Xin's breath to find this place, and then the clue was broken. She covered her head and thought, under what circumstances would a person's breath suddenly disappear? There are only two kinds, abduction and death. Compared with the two, He Ling prefers the first case, because in any case, as long as people are alive, there is hope, even if they are injured and disabled, there is always a saying, but if they die, everything is over, people die like lights go out, enter the underworld, drink Meng Po soup, it is another person, and no matter how heartbroken others are, what does it have to do with him? He Ling no longer knows why she thinks of this, she is just very, very afraid of losing Li Xin, this kind of feeling is different from the right to hold the festival. She loves the festival, there is no doubt about it, she has sacrificed her life to save her life and will never regret it, even if the two say goodbye and reunite, it is also a mixture of feelings, she knows from beginning to end, the festival will not belong to her forever, she is always ready to leave the festival, so even if he is really gone, his physical and mental sadness is temporary, not unacceptable. But Li Xin disappeared inexplicably, and there was no trace of it, so how could she calm down? She didn't even know if this person was still alive.

There were more and more onlookers on the street, He Ling didn't realize it, and suddenly a hand stretched out to her, she looked at it for a long time before she looked up at the owner of the hand, but this time she became very surprised, jumped up and hugged this person, and said excitedly: "Zhiying, you are really good!"

The two returned to the inn before they had the time to tell the story of what happened during this time. That day, Tao Yao and Zhijie stayed outside for a while, and Zhiying couldn't help it, so she secretly took a look, but the two of them had long since disappeared. Zhiying was shocked in her heart, she couldn't forget the incident when Tao Yao injured Zhijie, this time it wouldn't be a falling out between the two, Tao Yao was angry and arrested Zhijie. Ling Jun was also very surprised, separated by a wall, and after a while, the two of them disappeared, which was really strange. Even back then, the cultivation of the festival was only slightly inferior to Tao Yao, so many years, it is not easy to say who wins and who loses, just by quietly speaking, Tao Yao can't do it. No matter how bad the festival is, he is also a great disciple of Biyou Mountain, even if he is not defeated, he has to have experienced a vicious battle, and he will be arrested without a single face. Moreover, even if Zhiying attacked Li Xin, the two of them sat face to face, they were all on guard, and they were not absolutely sure if they wanted to knock down Li Xin silently, even if ordinary people encountered accidents, they would rush to knock over teacups and other items, and use the sound to attract the attention of others, Zhijie would not even think of this, not to mention that the gap in strength between the two is not huge.

He Ling listened to this strange story with wide eyes, and thought of Li Xinlai again, and immediately told what happened, thinking that Li Xin would not encounter this kind of thing. Zhiying sympathizes with Li Xin, for him, it is like just coming out of the wolf's den and like a tiger's mouth, such a painful thing is enough for others to collapse once in their lives, he has experienced it twice in a short time, and he doesn't know how to feel. But fortunately, Li Xin is strong in his heart, and he can be optimistic even if he is deeply restrained, otherwise he will be a walking dead even if he is alive, no different from death.

He Ling's eyes were red, not like a fox but like a rabbit, she wiped the corners of her eyes, and said coquettishly: "What should I do, Zhijie and Li Xin are missing, where can we find them?"

At this time, Ling Jun came back from outside, and was not surprised to see He Ling, and the three of them talked a little more before changing the topic.

He Ling put the fan she bought for Li Xin on the table, and she unfolded the fan to see the beauty picture on it. This picture is taken from a folk tale, according to legend, hundreds of years ago, a scholar and a young lady fell in love, but the two were not blessed and were forced to separate. On the occasion of parting, the scholar drew this picture of beauty to the young lady, and people felt that this picture was named "farewell", which means "parting gift". Since then, Miss Scholar has not heard from her, most people think that they will have no time in the future, and a few people expect them to elope regardless of the world, which is just far-fetched by posterity, and now after so many years, even the version of the story is different, but this "farewell" has a great reputation, attracting everyone to imitate, as for the original work has long been lost. She knew that people were interested in certain legendary things, and the more they spread the word, the more they would satisfy their curiosity, and even if he didn't believe in the legend himself, it didn't hinder his enthusiasm. He Ling doesn't have much affection for mortals, maybe she is a demon and has an instinctive rejection of people, but she hopes that Li Xin is good and that this person who has suffered a lot can have happiness. The candle flame jumped on the wall, and she lay on the table and slowly closed her eyes, falling asleep, still holding the fan in her hand, and the beauty on the fan was smiling at her.