Nanling Town is indeed not small.

Nanchen led Mo Qi to listen to music, watch plays, listen to books and drink tea in the town, and stayed for more than a month, during which he also rented a painting boat to tour the only moat in the town.

The town is close to the sea, and the traces of this river look like it has been dug out by hand, and the entire river is wide enough to drive down three painting boats side by side, Mo Qi stared at it at the beginning and smacked his tongue, such a wide river channel is all dug by mortals themselves, which is really powerful.

"Did the mayor of the town dig this river, or did the local officials take people to dig it?" Mo Qi still turned into a young man, gently shaking the folding fan to the storyteller on the painting boat.

Most of the painting boats rented by others carried singers, dancers, musicians, etc., to swim in the river and listen to music, drink wine to the moon, and enjoy dancing and music.

But because of the last Hualou incident, Nanchen and Mo Qi rented this painting boat and simply hired some cooks and a storyteller.

This storyteller was found by Mo Qi in a teahouse, and Mo Qi loved his story and went to the scene for three days in a row.

Mr. Storyteller has never seen a young man of this age come to listen to his own storytelling before, generally imitating a young boy of Mo Qi's age, not from this town, it must be a big family, come here mostly to have fun, Hualou lingers, like Mo Qi came to listen to books for three days in a row, it is really a minority.

Mr. Storyteller thought that Mo Qi was a serious son, so he looked up at him twice.

So on the day when Mo Qi invited him to board the painting boat with him, the storyteller happily went.

The storyteller looked at Mo Qidao: "Little boy doesn't know, but this river is not dug by hand, but a miracle." He narrowed his eyes as he spoke, and a pious smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

When Mo Qi heard the word "miracle", she turned her head to look at Nanchen who was cooking tea on the side, Nanchen's face was indifferent and expressionless.

Mo Qi cleared his throat, trying to make his gossip less overflowing.

"Oh, what kind of miracle is it?, sir, would you like to say it?" Mo Qi closed the folding fan with a bang, and looked at the storyteller with bright eyes.

"Hahaha, Childe is willing to listen, of course the old man is willing to say it for Childe. The storyteller took a sip of tea, cleared his throat and began to speak: "In other words, this incident happened about fifty years ago, and this Nanling town at that time was not as lively and lush as it is now. There was a little beggar in the town at that time, and the mother of this little beggar died in childbirth when she gave birth to her, and her father raised her alone, barely surviving by going out to sea to fish. Originally, although it was hard, the days were peaceful. ”

The storyteller sighed and said, "Unfortunately, when the little beggar was thirteen years old, her father did not return after going to sea, and the neighbors told her that her father encountered rare storms and waves when he went to sea, and he was afraid that it would be more auspicious, but the little beggar did not believe it, and stayed on the beach every day waiting for his father to come back." At the beginning, there were kind-hearted mothers-in-law and aunts who looked at the little beggar who was already in her prime, and although her appearance was not overwhelming, she was clean and delicate, and she thought about doing her family affairs for her, and she would have a basis for her in the future. ”

Unexpectedly, the little beggar did not agree to die, and fled into a cave on a high cliff by the sea. The cave was very steep on a cliff by the sea, and the townspeople persuaded her for a few days, but she did not come out, and gradually no one cared about her anymore. ”

"People, joy and sorrow are not connected, everyone has their own trivial days to live, and slowly, the little beggar's thing is forgotten by everyone. It was the winter of that year, and everyone saw the little beggar again, dressed in tatters, walking barefoot on the street, as if he was looking for something. Unlike before, the left side of the face left three terrible dark brown claw marks from the forehead to the cheeks, and the originally delicate face looked terrible and ugly. ”

"The people in the town had some complaints about her because they wanted to kiss her before, and she fled to the cave, thinking that she didn't know what to do, and now this face is even more reluctant to have too much contact with her. ”

"Because no one wanted to take her in, and no one wanted to be close to her, the little beggar was found frozen to death in a ruined temple outside the town before New Year's Day. ”

When the storyteller said this, he really felt sorry for the little beggar in his heart, and sighed again and again.

Mo Qi tilted his head, mortal lives have their own destiny, that little beggar has such a fate, I can't say whether it is worthy of sympathy, Mo Qi pursed his lips, looked at the storyteller and said: "Mr. hasn't said it yet, so what does this little beggar have to do with this river? How can it be called a miracle?"

The storyteller nodded, took another sip of tea, and continued: "Because people die greatly, the townsfolk simply did the funeral for her and buried her here. As he spoke, he picked up the fan and pointed to his feet: "This is the location of the river now." ”

"I thought that this was the end of the matter, but I didn't think about it, in the spring of March, a white light suddenly appeared in the southern sky, and a silver dragon appeared in the south sky, and the dragon circled for a while, and changed to a young man. The townspeople all bowed down and bowed, saying that the manifestation of the dragon was the manifestation of the true god, and there would be a response. ”

Unexpectedly, the young man who turned into a dragon didn't even look at the townspeople lying at his feet, and went straight to the place where the little beggar was buried. ”

The young man stared at the little beggar's simple wooden card, and immediately began to cry with sorrow and emotion, and then he put the little beggar's wooden card into his sleeve, cast a spell, and it became a wide river, and he drew the water of the heavenly river into it, and then turned into a silver celestial dragon and circled away. ”

"Because it is the water of the Heavenly River, no matter how much rain it rains, this river will never be polluted, and the water level will not change with the change of seasons, so this river channel is also called 'Tianlong River'. After the storyteller finished telling this story, he sighed again, and sighed, maybe the little beggar had some friendship with the gods, but for some reason he would freeze to death next to the broken temple, and life was really changeable.

After listening to this, Mo Qi drank the town's specialty wine Nanfeng in the cup. Smacked his lips and said: "Yes, mortals and immortals are too entangled, it may not be a good thing, immortals and immortals want to practice together for ten thousand years, they have to spend their destiny, how can mortals." ”

Nanchen raised his eyes to look at her, got up and put on a robe for her: "Drink less." ”

Mo Qi nodded, stood up, and staggered on the railing of the painting boat, the river breeze was cool, blowing away some of the wine.

Mo Qi looked at both sides of the river, and the Hualou Restaurant stood along the river, brightly lit, reflecting on the transparent river, and the stars were dotted.

There is a convex bank on the riverside, connected to the stone steps on the street, and from time to time there are three or two girls with their families to put river lanterns.

A lotus-shaped river lamp flows down the river, carrying a round wax on it, and at the same time full of the thoughts of the girls that cannot be expressed.

Mo Qi seemed to be aroused by the river lanterns winding down in the river, and turned his head to look at Nanchen with a smile: "Nanchen, let's also put some river lanterns." ”

Nanchen raised her eyebrows, she remembered the first time the two of them went down to the mortal realm, she saw someone hanging a wishing lamp on the tree, she clamored to hang one, and now she saw people putting wishing river lanterns, she also wanted to put them, how could she be so persistent about this wishing thing.

"What other wishes do you want to fulfill but haven't fulfilled?" Nanchen said as he looked at Mo Qihong's fluttering cheeks.

"Hmm......" Mo Qi squinted his eyes, his eyes were a little confused, as if he was looking at him, and as if he was looking away through him.

"Me," Mo Qi looked at Nanchen with a smile: "My wish is to be with you forever." ”

The girl's face was a little abnormal pink because of the relationship between drinking some wine, and there was a little charm in her eyes, which was a look that Mo Qi had never had before, at that time they were not happy with each other, and there was always a hint of girlish shyness in her eyes.

Now that their marriage contract has been set and they fall in love with each other, Mo Qi's eyes are no longer hazy and shy, when he looks at him, his eyes are rippling, and he smiles and moves with a demagogic attitude.

Nanchen knew that that kind of look was not intentional by Mo Qi, the kind of natural coquettishness, with the shame of a girl, and with the charm of blooming love, like a small hook hidden in the eyes, looking at you at will, it can hook your heart, make you unconsciously want to surrender to her, get closer to her, and prove yourself that your heart is full of her, it is all her, she completely belongs to her, and anything can be given to her.

Mo Qi looked at Nanchen's slightly stunned expression, raised his hand slightly, stroked Nanchen's slightly cool cheeks, tilted his head, and his eyes reflected the lights on the bow of the boat, shining and bewildering: "Okay?"

Nanchen also raised his hand, covering his hand over Mo Qi's hand, slowly pulling it to his lips, bending his body slightly, and kissing her fingers lightly.

Nanchen's scorching breath sprayed on Mo Qi's fingers, making Mo Qi itch a little and giggle.

Nanchen pressed Mo Qi's finger against his lips, still maintaining the posture of his body slightly bent, like a kind of courtesy.

"Yes, my Third Highness. ”

Mo Qi was amused by Nanchen's actions and behavior, and she pulled Nanchen up: "But I remember, in addition to this wish, you still owe me a wish." ”

"Okay, then what else do you want?" Nanchen looked at her with a faint smile.

Mo Qi thought for a while: "I haven't thought about it yet, I'll tell you when I think about it." ”

Then he chuckled as if he thought of something: "You are a great fairy, I am a little monster, I make a wish to you, you may not be able to break my promise as a little monster." ”

Nanchen looked at Mo Qi with a cunning look and nodded: "Okay, I, the 'great immortal', promise not to break my promise of you, the 'little monster'." Saying that, he scratched Mo Qi's nose,

Mo Qi wrinkled his nose and turned around to prop his hands on the railing of the painting boat.

"Nanchen, what did you say about the story that Mr. Storyteller told just now, what happened between that little beggar and the youngest son of Nanhai Shuijun?" Mo Qi said lightly.

Nanchen turned his head to look at her: "How do you know that it is the youngest son of Nanhai Shuijun?"

Mo Qi smiled lightly: "Because of me," he turned his head: "I am also half of the same sect as him, he and Hurricane are both students of my master, and occasionally come to listen to my master when he opens an altar to preach." The three sons of Nanhai Shuijun are all golden dragons, only him, because his biological mother is a water snake, so he is a silver dragon, and sometimes other students will laugh at him because of this. ”

Nanchen nodded: "No matter what happens, mortals and immortals are separated by an insurmountable chasm. ”

Mo Qi sighed: "I know, but I'm really curious, why did the little beggar freeze to death next to the ruined temple even though he knew the youngest son of Nanhai Shuijun, even if the two of them were good, the youngest son of Nanhai Shuijun could still do it if he wanted to save her life." ”

"Didn't you also say that mortals are too entangled with immortals, it may not be a good thing, mortal lives have their own destiny, many things cause and effect cycles, we only look at one life, and we don't know the cause and effect, so it's not good to jump to conclusions. Nanchen said lightly.

Mo Qi nodded: "Yes, the cycle of cause and effect." You say, mortals have the cause and effect of mortals, so do we who are immortals have the cause and effect of immortals?"

"Naturally, there is. Nanchen said, thought about it and turned his head to look at Mo Qi: "What you talked about tonight is a bit profound, when did you also become interested in these causes and effects?

Mo Qi stuck out his tongue and smiled: "Where is it, how can there be, it's just that I heard that Mr. Storyteller told that story, and I was a little emotional." ”

Nanchen approached Mo Qi and grabbed her shoulder, and Mo Qi's head leaned on Nanchen's chest.

"No matter what the cycle of cause and effect is, destiny is determined, I am not afraid, and I can't stop us from being together. Nanchen's face was pale, but his tone was firm.

He knew that although Mo Qi hadn't said it, there was always uneasiness in his heart, and this uneasy factor was Mu Ling.

Mu Ling is not removed for a day, and Xiao Qiben can't be at ease for a day.

A hint of danger flashed in Nanchen's eyes, Mu Ling, no matter where you flee, I will also make you pay the price you should pay.