The distance from Nanyun Mountain to Luoyun Water City is not too far, and the road is much easier to walk after they get down the mountain, and when they arrive at Luoyun Water City, the sky has just darkened. The people here in Luoyun Water City seem to like the night very much, when the sky is only a little gray, they have not yet arrived at the Water City, looking at it from a distance, Luoyun Water City is already a brightly lit scenery, and it is quite spectacular from afar.

This is also a comfort for those who have traveled long distances. Before coming to Nanyun Pavilion, Mo Bing had been in the Northern Desert of the Desert Smoke Country for about half a year, and had already arrived in the Northern Desert before autumn, just to enjoy the scenery of the entire sand dunes in the middle of winter. Now that it is gradually entering the warm spring season, those large silver-white sand dunes that have been frozen for a whole winter have begun to melt, and it is not interesting for him to keep them any longer.

From the North Desert to Nanyun Mountain, although they are not in a hurry, but it also took nearly half a month, the road is inevitably hard, and they have not had a good rest when they arrive at Nanyun Mountain.

Mo Bing couldn't help but sigh lightly as he looked at the sparkling water surface illuminated by the lights.

They did not take a horse-drawn carriage when they entered the water city, there was a stable from the city gate, which was not very large, probably specially prepared for foreign tourists like them, because there were basically no horse-drawn carriages in the water city, and in addition to the ships unloading at the dock, there were many boats parked on the shore waiting for the guests to ride.

They got on a boat, and the coachman helped to bring some necessary things, and settled down at the nearest inn and asked the coachman to find Lang Zhong.

The two girls were like Mo Bing's maids, and they didn't dare to go anywhere after Mo Bing along the way. Mo Bing arranged them in the room opposite him, and if they needed anything in this unfamiliar place, they didn't have to be so overwhelmed. That's one of the reasons, and the other... Since he promised to take them along the way, he must let them arrive in Bianjing unscathed.

Lang Zhong soon came, took the pulse of Qing Ran and wrote a medicine list and handed it to the coachman, and told him a few times not to let the patient suffer the cold again.

Jun Zhi was grateful, and kowtowed to Mo Bing, who just smiled and helped her up and asked her to take care of Qing Ran.

When Lang Zhong was leaving, Mo Bing stopped Lang Zhong, who had already stepped on the threshold with one foot, as if he had thought of something.

"Mr. Langzhong, I have to bother you again. This girl can't speak, and asks Lang Zhong to show her, and if there is a cure, please let me know. Speaking of which, Mo Bing had an extra golden ingots in his hand, and Lang Zhong was dumbfounded when he handed it to Lang Zhong.

That Langzhong has been practicing medicine in Luoyun Water City for so many years, and he has never met such a generous person, and his hands suddenly trembled uncontrollably, and he touched the inscription on the bottom of the ingot, only to know that this is the silver of the government! If it were ordinary people like them, let alone owning such gold ingots, they might not be able to see it. Therefore, Lang Zhong immediately knelt down and made a big salute.

No matter who it is, anyway, it is a member of the official family, and ordinary people have to salute when they see it.

Mo Bing frowned slightly, he had been in the Northern Desert for nearly half a year, there were not so many rules there, and it had been five years since the underground money bank was disbanded, he was used to the life of ordinary people, and he also understood why Wan Yan Jin was willing to give up the mountains and rivers to others. It's been a long time since anyone has groveled to talk to themselves like this, and I don't know if I'm used to it or disgusted for a while.

He didn't say anything, just waved his hand to let him see a doctor, but his mood suddenly became much duller.

At night, the water city is still lively, the moonlight is reflected on the water, and the boats drifting on the water come and go, and the boats will be lit with several red paper lanterns, which are particularly dazzling with the movement of the water.

Mo Bing stood alone under a pavilion, his eyes staring into the distance, the hustle and bustle around him seemed to be out of place in this world.

He is a person who is used to being cold, except for those whom he values very seriously, he is elegant and dignified to everyone, and he is definitely a certain distance. Maybe if he hadn't met Wan Yan Jin at that time, he could have been like Mo Qichen who didn't care about anything, didn't care about right and wrong, as long as he lived happily and freely. But after all, Mo Qichen is also worried, and he can't be truly careless.

After the dissolution of the underground bank, they each had their own places, and he thought that he could truly be free to travel around the world without any worries.

Five years have passed, and he has indeed walked a lot, and he has gone to many places... However, his heart has been empty, and he does not know what he is looking for.

Even if he is a tourist in this world who has no return date, there should be nothing he can't find, but he has been looking for five years, and he has not found what he really wants......

He thought that with the passage of time, some things would gradually be forgotten, and people's desires would not be so strong. He is the most desireless person, and he is also the most strict self-disciplined person. But five years have passed, and he has not lived freely, but he really feels independent.

He thought that perhaps, if the underground bank was still there, he would have a place to stop and take shelter from the wind.

Looking at the ships coming and going, he was unconsciously distracted, and in the night his figure was rubbed into the hustle and bustle, but it seemed out of place with all this. The wide sleeves of the shirt float against the hem of the clothes and the wind blowing on the water, which makes people feel even more lonely.

I don't know when he came to his senses, and then turned his head to look at the figure that had been standing beside him for a long time. He knew it when the woman came, and he didn't pay attention to it, thinking that she would leave in a moment, but he was so biased that he walked to his side here.

She couldn't speak, and he didn't look at her, so she just stood until he was willing to turn his head to look at her.

Mo Bing's eyes looked at her, and a sweet and strong smell of wine came to his nose, he thought it was a mistake at first glance, but he carefully confirmed that it was indeed the smell of wine a few times. She wore a fleece white coat over her body, and several clothes were folded in her arms. Mo Bing knew that the white velvet coat was bought by the girl in the inn.

The corners of Mo Bing's mouth curled slightly, and he didn't take the clothes handed to him by Qing Ran, but his eyes kept falling on her. He was waiting for something, but it dawned on him, oh, she couldn't speak.

"There's no need to rush to return my clothes, there's still a few days to go, and maybe they'll need it. Your illness is not yet cured, so Miss Qingran should go to the inn to rest. Every word Mo Bing said made people feel that he was very gentle and caring, but his tone was so indifferent, there was no extra politeness, as if he was just saying something that was not distracted but had to be said, as if he could say it to anyone.

But Qing Ran didn't leave, and the clothes she held in her arms didn't hand them to Mo Bing again. Perhaps because of her illness, her dark and round eyes were extraordinarily moist, and the river could be seen reflected in her pupils.

The river flowed slowly, and so did her eyes.

Mo Bing couldn't do anything about her, so he sat down on the stone chair in the pavilion by himself, and the cup of tea that had been cold was poured by him, and he took an empty cup, and poured it full after scalding it with hot tea.

His movements were slow, and it took a long time from the time he sat down until he filled the two cups of tea, and he didn't speak, and there was so much silence between them that only the sound of tea splashing on the cups remained. It wasn't until he moved the other cup of tea to the seat opposite him that he looked up at Qing Ran and motioned for her to sit down.

Qing Ran did not refuse, and sat opposite him.

"Do you have something to say to me?" Mo Bing's tone was soft, without the slightest pressure, and he wiped off the water stains that had just been splashed on the table.

Mo Bing couldn't help but chuckle when she looked at her somewhat stunned expression, and said, "If you want to thank me, forget it." I'm used to being idle, and helping you is just a gesture, and I don't have anything to lose. When we get to Bianjing, we will disperse, you will still be you, and I will still be me. When people get used to coming and going, you know that there are some things that you don't have to worry about for too long......"

As he spoke, Mo Bing realized that he seemed to have talked a little too much, and he didn't care if Qingran listened or not, he stopped and didn't continue.

When did these words begin to blurt out in his heart? He's not a guy who will show his heart to others. In other words, it is generally he who speculates on other people's hearts and speculates on what others think in their hearts. If he doesn't reveal it to others, others will only think that he is unfathomable and confusing, let alone see through his heart.

Seeing that he didn't speak again, Qing Ran reached out to take the tea that Mo Bing had brewed for her, Mo Bing thought she was going to drink, but she instead poured some tea on the table where Mo Bing had just dried it. When the hot tea touched the table made of stones, it instantly cooled down a lot, and the white light smoke was still floating upwards one by one.

Qing Ran stretched out his hand, dipped his index finger in the tea, and gently drew on the other blank spaces on the stone table.

Mo Bing raised her eyes to see the words she wrote, the font Juanxiu looked like she had been grinding and learning characters since she was a child, and the right hand exposed by Qing Ran was slender and delicate, so Mo Bing was even more suspicious of her identity in her heart.

When he finally saw the words written by Qing Ran, he was really stunned.

The ink-painted eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Qing's red and hot cheeks full of incredulity, and soon a smile of unknown meaning flashed on his face.

He looked at Qing Ran again, and she was looking at him too. As a result, her red, hot cheeks seemed to be so red that they could drip blood.

Mo Bing laughed out loud, a little helpless, a little incredible, as if someone had made him a joke that wasn't funny at all, and he still had to laugh.