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Meng Yu hurriedly returned to the inn, looked at the moonlight, and found that it was not yet dawn, and the lights of the inn were not extinguished, and there were still guests drinking hot wine and eating delicious meals.

Yin Xuanji and Jun Tianyan also sat on the side, looking at him with a smile on their faces, as if they had known that he was coming back. Several people have lived together for half a month, and there is still a subtle tacit understanding.

And next to Yin Xuanji sat a charming, touching and cold woman, which made Meng Yu curious. He walked forward slowly, hurriedly took a sip of tea to quench his thirst, carefully looked at Gongsun Siniang on the side, and chuckled.

"Xuanji, you are really shameless, such a stunning person actually got on your thief ship, it's really enviable!"

"I heard that the sect master of Jiyin Mountain is also romantic, and now it seems that you have won your father's samadhi, and I am afraid that you will also owe a lot of romantic debts in the future, and I will make fun of you at that time!"

As Meng Yu spoke, he suddenly stared at Gongsun Siniang and asked with a smile: "However, you can introduce me to who this girl is!? ”

Belch......

Yin Xuanji and the others were stunned, they thought that Meng Yu was going to say something bad, but now it seems that they are too worried.

Yin Xuanji glanced at Gongsun Siniang on the side, and couldn't help laughing: "The seedlings I brought back from Kangle Fang, Xuanyin Taiti, will achieve extraordinary achievements in internal cultivation in the future." I saw that she was also a hard worker, so I brought her back! ”

"Her name is Gongsun Mu, and her nickname is Siniang!"

"Ziran can call her whatever she wants, there is no need to be restrained, she will be her own person from now on."

Gongsun Siniang smiled, and then sat there like an iceberg again. She doesn't seem to like to laugh very much, although she is in the Qinglou, but she is still a little unaccustomed to dealing with outsiders in a serious way, so she keeps her mouth shut and can only laugh.

Meng Yu nodded and said no more.

A few people chatted like this occasionally, and then they all went back to the room to sleep, especially Meng Yu, who was busy all night, so tired that he hurriedly washed his feet and wiped his face, and got into the quilt.

Lying on the hardwood bed, Meng Yu shrugged his shoulders comfortably, kicked his legs, and then fell asleep peacefully.

The moon was hidden in the smooth clouds, and the night was deep.

………

In the early morning, the breeze is slow, February 17, this is a good day, it is reasonable to say that the spring breeze should be blowing, but it makes people feel cold.

There are still sporadic people coming and going on the road, as well as vendors hawking in the streets, and the occasional patrolling soldier. Shops have also opened one after another, and the local people are still expressionless, like walking corpses, living their lives.

When you look up, you can see that the sky has been covered with a layer of haze, which is the pain and resentment that envelops the hearts of the people.

Meng Yu sat on the windowsill of the guest room and saw a lush willow tree on the street, as if returning to the shore of Tongming Lake in Chang'an, where the willow trees should be so proud, right?

He squinted lonely, leaned his head against the window railing, and smiled very indifferently.

"Jasper is made up of a tree high, and ten thousand green silk threads hang down. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors! ”

"Hehe, He Zhizhang's predecessors said it well, the spring breeze is like a pair of scissors, and the years are a pig-killing knife. Maybe I'm the fat pig to be slaughtered, and I'm pressing myself to the pig killing rack, waiting for someone else to take my life......"

"Hey, hometown Yao, hometown ballad, hometown food!"

Meng Yu looked depressed and wanted to drink more, but because of his physical reasons, he could only complain a few words to appease the sorrow in his heart.

He was just about to come down from the windowsill when he heard someone in the street shouting, "Who is going to save my child!? Please...... Save my child... Yes...... Woo... Whining... Belch... Well...... Woo..."

"Please... You guys... Save my baby......!! ”

A woman in the street was crying, and when she saw someone, she grabbed her leg and cried and cried for someone to save her child.

Her face was bruised, her nose was covered with coagulated blood, her hair was messy, and her clothes were torn, as if she had been beaten by someone else. Her heart-rending voice didn't get any response, it was mostly the indifference of passers-by, no one paid attention to her, at most she kicked her and kicked her away.

This kind of indifference seems to be the truest portrayal of this county, and it is a phenomenon that is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Meng Yu was stunned for a moment, jumped up, fell directly from the second floor, and stopped in front of the woman lightly.

"You say, I'll help you!"

Meng Yu's face was serious and said, "What's wrong with your child?" You name it, I'll help you! ”

Yin Xuanji also noticed the woman, and also jumped down from the stairs, frightening the passers-by who hurriedly dodged. But more often than not, they looked at him and Meng Yu like stupid people, laughing and discussing, their voices were very small, but they could hear Yin Xuanji.

"These two strangers...... Asking for trouble... Who has the means to do this kind of thing? ”

"Hey... This woman too, why did she bring the child out if she had nothing to do, she was stared at this time, who dared to help her? ”

"Ridiculous! Scold! That stinky boy just now said to help her, it's really ignorant, he might be able to help? Ignorance! ”

“………”

These words seem extraordinarily indifferent, but more helpless.

How can there be such helplessness? How many of the same things may need to happen in a row, and these people are deeply powerless, to have such indifference!

Yin Xuanji's heart trembled, and he looked at the woman with a blue nose and swollen face, standing aside, waiting to understand the truth of this matter.

The woman looked up at Meng Yu, grabbed Meng Yu's sleeve as if grasping hope, and pleaded while crying bitterly: "Go to the Kitchen Pavilion ......!" Please... Go and save my child... I've kowtowed to you...... Please...... Please......"

Bang... Bang... Bang!!

The woman hurriedly kowtowed, and after kowtowing three times in a row, Meng Yu came back to her senses and held her up, and said solemnly: "I'll go right away!" ”

After speaking, Meng Yu jumped away and walked towards the so-called Cuisine Pavilion with a cold face. Yin Xuanji was stunned for a moment, and immediately returned to the guest room, picked up Meng Yu's Zizhu and his own weapon, and followed.

After they had gone, the woman wept and kowtowed as if she had been stupid, and there was a trace of blood oozing from her forehead, but she kept kowtowing as if she did not feel pain.

Jun Tianyan walked slowly, helped her up, and led her into the inn.

………

The pedestrians dispersed, but the blood stains left on the street, on the stone slab, were there.

Yin Xuanji ran all the way, but did not catch up with Meng Yu's footsteps, when he walked to the Cuisine Pavilion, he saw Meng Yu standing outside the door, clenching his fists, and the back was slightly sad there, motionless.

What's wrong?

Yin Xuanji was confused, he stepped forward, stood beside Meng Yu, and also looked at the inside of the Cuisine Pavilion, and couldn't help but tremble.

Darn!!!

(To be continued)