Antares flow fire. Twilight.

The distance is long, and the sky ahead is vast and lonely, which really does not look like an inn.

Ye Mu participated in Ye Mu Jing hesitated for a moment in front of this dilapidated inn that looked like a black store, tied two sweaty and bloody horses, and finally stepped into the door.

After a long day's journey, the two of them were full of cold water baths. If it's a pot of wine, it's great.

Surprisingly, the attendance rate of this inn, which does not even have a signboard, is not low - thanks to the small size of the site, of course.

Ye Mushen glanced at the four seats vigilantly, and raised his sword eyebrows in displeasure.

The total number of guest officers present here is only five or six. They are dressed with facial features, and at first glance, they are all sick and sick.

If you look closely, there seems to be a kind of despair and fear in the eyes of these people who are about to die.

What's even more dissatisfied is that these sick seedlings don't raise their eyes to the two people who are low-key but can't hide their noble temperament.

Ye Mujing smiled casually and walked straight to the only remaining seat with a broken table.

Ye Mushen was disgusted in his heart, and it was not easy to have a seizure, so he sat down with a stiff face.

After a long time, the tea guy leisurely served a plate of peanuts and a pot of flower tea. He was half-asleep, and he was about to leave.

Ye Mushen grabbed his sleeve: "Hey, I want two upper rooms." ”

He grabbed his sleeve and retracted his hand in disgust. Dirty.

The guy turned around unhurriedly and chirped: "Our store only sells wine and food, and we don't have to stay overnight." ”

Ye Mujing was afraid that Ye Mujing would lose his temper again, so he hurriedly played a round: "I see that you have some vacant rooms upstairs, you see-"

He said and took out a gold ingot from his sleeve, "The two of us came from afar, and it took two days to meet your shop, so please ...... trouble."

"You're Han, aren't you?" The guy lazily interrupted, "It's polite that I didn't sweep you out with a broom!" Don't be ignorant. ”

"Little brother......" Ye Mujing did not give up, "You shopkeepers ......"

The guy glanced at him viciously, "No matter how much nonsense you have, you won't even get tea!" ”

Ye Mushen snorted coldly: "Who is rare with your rancid soup?" Brother Jing, let's go, it's a big deal to sleep out for another night. ”

Ye Mujing was also a little shaken. Although he has a gentle temper, he has been praised to the sky since he was a child; This breath is not very comfortable to swallow even hard.

Suddenly, the sick seedling at the next table, who had been immersed in gnawing peanuts, rushed to the ground, his hands trembled, and he shouted inarticulately: "Lord Yanagiyu...... Yagyu-sama......"

The people at the other tables heard it, as if the puppeteers had suddenly been pulled by the hanging line, and they gathered in front of the men, as humble as beggars, and muttered the words "Yagyu-sama" over and over again.

Ye Mu participated in Ye Mu Jing raised his eyebrows. The two of them are well-read and knowledgeable, but they have never heard of Liu Sheng.

The guy clumsily helped people back to their seats one by one: "My lord is busy, it's useless for you to urge." ”

Several people bowed their heads aggrievedly and remained silent.

Ye Mushen is not in a hurry to leave. Ye Mujing is a random person again, and he has already drunk flower tea.

Well, the smell is surprisingly fragrant.

Ye Mujing tried his best to find the topic, trying to make Ye Mushen laugh. But as soon as he spoke, he felt out of place with the strange atmosphere around him, and shut up again.

The red star falls to the horizon, and night falls.

The paper window of a house on the second floor of the inn suddenly shone through, and everyone looked sideways.

Suddenly, he heard the neighing of his mount. The door to the inn opened again.

A young man in white held a purple clay pot in his hand and leaned against the door leisurely.

Ye Mushen only glanced at this person, and immediately lowered his eyes.

A strange, familiar feeling hit my heart. When he deleted the acquaintances in his memory and went to see him again, the young man was just a stranger.

Ye Mujing stared at the young man. Ye Mushen snorted lightly: "Brother Jing, I haven't seen you frown for a long time." ”

Ye Mujing ignored Ye Mushen for the first time, and was stupid at the young man's eyebrows and eyes that were like demons and cold like ice.

The door upstairs with the lights on opened at this time. The sick seedlings on the seats gazed in admiration at the figures stepping out of the room.

A young man in a grosgrain robe walked down the ladder and came to the young man in white without squinting: "Found it?" ”

The young man in white stretched out an excessively slender and slender hand, handed the purple sand ware in his arms to the man, turned around and left.

Ye Mujing wanted to follow as if he had lost his soul, but he was tripped by the sluggish and crazy sick seedling on the side, knocked to the ground, and almost broke his appearance.

The sick seedlings all showed begging eyes, wanting to get close to the man in the green robe but didn't dare.

The eyes of the man in the green robe kept following the figure of the young man in white.

Ye Mujing rubbed his knees and shouted anxiously to Ye Mushen: "It's him!" Go after it! ”

Ye Mushen asked incredulously, "Are you sure?" But ......"

"Don't be, it must be! You ......"

Before Ye Mujing finished speaking, Ye Mushen easily bypassed the Xixia people blocking the door and walked out of this inexplicable inn.

In the open wilderness, the figure of the young man in white is particularly unreal. The bright moonlight gilded him with a hazy twilight, as if he had never belonged to this world.

Ye Mushen chased after him: "Hey, wait......"

The young man in white ignored it and continued to walk north.

Ye Mu took part in the big stride and stood in front of him: "I called you!" ”

The young man in white stopped at this time, but he neither looked at him nor spoke. It was as if he had neither seen nor heard his shouting.

He stopped only because he suddenly didn't want to move forward.

Ye Mushen finally suppressed his violent temper and asked in a calm voice, "What's your name?" ”

The young man in white still didn't look at him, only slightly hooked the corners of his lips, turned sideways, and walked to the west.

Ye Mu Shen Nu Zui followed: "Hey...... Why are you so blind? Do you know who I am? I ......"

He stopped his mouth in time and changed his words, "I see that you are a little familiar, you are also Han, right?" Maybe it's the ...... I've been looking for."

Hearing the word "always", the young man suddenly stopped, and finally glanced at Ye Mushen.

"Just tell me what your name is, and it won't be ...... It's not so small, is it? ”

Ye Mushen was glanced at by the young man, only to feel a cold air explode from the back of his neck, penetrating the spinal cord - even speaking.

"What's your name?" The boy's voice was even more indifferent than his appearance, and there was some mockery.

"Night...... Night ginseng. The young man's voice was so cold that Ye Mushen shuddered unconsciously. He was sure in his heart: it was definitely not him.

But for some reason, Ye Mushen was a little expectant that this person was.

The boy looked at the western sky, where not long ago he could see a flowing red star, and at this moment a light-colored star rose. He continued on his way.

"Hey, hey! I said my name, how can you ...... this person" Ye Mushen was really angry and his lungs were going to explode. He grabbed the boy by the collar and glared at him viciously.

"Ling Shang." Young and fluttering out two words.

Ling ...... Ling Shang ...... "Ye Mushen couldn't say the weirdness in his heart, repeated it several times, and asked, "Your surname is Ling?" ”

The boy took a deep breath impatiently and watched coldly as a lone goose streaked across the horizon.

"Why is the surname Ling ......" Ye Mushen stared at the young man's deep eyes covered with purple mist, and in a trance, what he was holding in his hand was not the collar of this person, but a hot spark.

He hoarsely voiced, "Haha, you're not, definitely not!" ”

Ye Mushen let go of his hand and let go of the young man in white: "You two are completely different...... You must not be ......."

The more he spoke, the more unwilling he felt. But the boy was already far away.

Back at the inn, Ye Mujing led two horses and waited at the door of the inn. "How?"

Ye Mushen shook his head dejectedly: "No." ”

"How so? I won't admit it. Although my appearance has changed a lot, I won't admit my mistake......" Ye Mujing frowned again.

"I said no!" Ye Mushen interrupted angrily, "I know what he looks like better than you. ”

"Okay. Maybe I confessed my mistake...... Ye Mujing stepped on the horse, and laughed at himself helplessly, "This shop is really gloomy, and the customers are either stupid or stupid." Let's not surrender ourselves, let's go. ”

"Hmm." Ye Mushen gently kicked the horse's belly, "Brother Jing, did you say he was still alive?" ”

Ye Mushen turned to himself and replied: "I must live." Certain. ”