Chapter 47: Ah Qing, the original intention is not disappointed

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I saw a girl in a green shirt standing in front of the restaurant.

She is tall and graceful, and there is not much expression on her delicate face, and she looks very cold.

"Ah Qing, is it really you?" Mo Chen looked at the girl, his face was full of distraction, and his right hand holding the wine glass froze in the air, and muttered.

Ground floor.

The body of the girl standing in front of the restaurant trembled, as if she heard Mo Chen's murmur, and slowly raised her head to look up.

The two looked at each other, and for a moment time and space seemed to be frozen.

"Brother Mo?" A Qing showed a touch of surprise on her face, her pink cherry lips opened slightly, and her voice said with a bit of joy.

Hearing this, Mo Chen smiled heartily and exhaled deeply.

After thousands of years, you can still see the old people in this world. It couldn't be happier for him.

"Ge Laozi, you." Just as the two looked at each other, the strong man below suddenly stood up and roared.

It's just that before his words fell, a cold drink came: "Enough, don't make trouble again, let's leave Huiji as soon as possible after dinner." ā€

When the strong man heard this, he couldn't help but shudder.

He looked sideways at the tall and thin young man beside him, the anger on his face dissipated, and he sat down like a docile cat, his head bowed and did not dare to speak.

The young man glanced up at the shopkeeper and said in a deep voice, "Shopkeeper, pack some jerky for them, which will be counted as my apology." ā€

When the shopkeeper heard this, he looked up at Ah Qing, saw her nodding, and laughed loudly: "Pack another piece of jerky for this girl." ā€

Whew, it's good that this young man understands etiquette, otherwise it would be a big trouble.

The shopkeeper secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the young man gratefully, but did not speak.

The other party is not an ordinary person at first glance, maybe it may be a pirate from the sea, and it is better to mix less.

After a while, Mo Chen and Ah Qing left together, and the restaurant was deserted again.

"Big brother, you won't take a fancy to that little girl, will you?" The strong man who was furious before teased at the young man beside him with a wink.

"Idiot, big brother is saving you." Before the young man could speak, a young man with a thin face and some sinister eyebrows pursed his lips and said disdainfully.

"Phew, what is our eldest brother, Yangzhou Junjie Ling's public achievements, can you still be afraid of that little girl's skin?" The strong man took a bowl of wine, glanced at the man with a thief's eyebrows with disdain, and sneered.

Looking at this huge Yangzhou, whoever mentions Yuhang Lingtong must not give a thumbs up.

With the cultivation of the eldest brother as the realm, don't say that the little girl, even in the entire younger generation in Yangzhou, is one of the few figures.

"That's enough." Ling Tong glanced at the strong man and said coldly.

When the strong man saw Ling Tong's expression, he suddenly became as honest as a kitten, and he didn't dare to say anything more.

Ling Tong raised his head to look at the palm, and said in a deep voice: "Shopkeeper, do you know the origin of this shepherdess?" ā€

The hotel shopkeeper was slightly stunned when he heard this, and his face showed embarrassment.

Could it be that these people were just acting, and now they want to take revenge?

What can I do about this, these people are not good at the moment, how can they do things that have a bad conscience. But if you don't say it, if these people start to do it, what should they do?

The hotel shopkeeper was entangled for a while, his face was full of embarrassment, and he didn't speak for a long time.

"Don't worry, we are not strongmen. In the lower Yu Hang Ling Tong, the father Yu Hang Ling Cao. A smile appeared on Ling Tong's face and he said softly.

The shopkeeper frowned slightly, his face showed surprise, and he exclaimed: "You are the son of Yuhang Haoxia Ling Cao, the famous Ling Gongji of Yuhang." ā€

"It's just a small name, and I dare not be ashamed." Ling Tong raised his glass with a faint smile on his face.

"Oh, look at the old memory. Childe looked at it carefully, and he was really seventy percent similar to Ling's father. Speaking of which, the old man still owes his father a life. He looked at it carefully, smiled happily, and hurriedly stepped forward and laughed.

He gushed endlessly, and said that he was saved by Ling Cao back then, without missing a single thing, and the faces of the few people who listened directly were full of joy, as if he was praised for himself.

The shopkeeper said for a while, patted his head and smiled: "I'm really sorry, Xiao Lao'er was happy for a while, but he disturbed your distinguished guests." ā€

Ling Tong smiled all over his face and said gently: "It's okay, being able to hear my father's past is also very much in my heart." If my father found out, he would be very happy. ā€

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "It's a bit strange to talk about the shepherdess.

If Lao Yu is not mistaken, the first time she appeared in Huiji City should be more than ten years ago. Don't say it, she doesn't seem to have changed much in the past ten years. ā€

The shopkeeper's voice fell, and the faces of several people changed slightly, but they did not speak.

The strong man frowned, glared at the shopkeeper, and snorted: "That little girl looks like she is only a teenager, how old could she be more than ten years ago." ā€

"Shut up, idiot." Ling Tong's face turned cold, and he shouted angrily.

This idiot still hasn't seen the problem.

The shepherdess looked ordinary, but every walk she walked was as if measured with a ruler, without the slightest error.

This kind of precise body method must be a person who has practiced martial arts for a long time and has practiced the body method into his bones. But such a character, he and the others can't see the slightest abnormality, which doesn't just show that the other party's cultivation is unfathomable.

When the strong man heard this, he lowered his head.

Although he didn't speak, his face was still unconvinced, obviously not understanding what he was wrong.

Ling Tong frowned slightly, took a sip of his wine, and did not speak.

This person's cultivation is unfathomable, and he doesn't know where it came from. Whether she lives in seclusion near Huiji City, or has a different purpose, it seems that she still needs to let her father make up her mind about this matter.

Dozens of miles away from Huiji City.

The place was uninhabited, the tall barren grass was everywhere, the breeze passed, and the blowing earth rippled with blue waves. The sparse woods are scattered across the moor, and it looks quite secluded.

On a flat piece of land, there are three rather elaborate wooden houses.

In front of the hut, there is a small mound of earth that looks like a mound.

Mo Chen stood in front of the wooden house, looking around at the barren environment around him, with a faint contemplation on his face, and hesitated: "This is your hometown. ā€

A Qing had a smile on his face, his eyes flashed with sadness, and he bowed his head and said, "Yes, it's just that more than 10,000 years have passed, and too much has changed here." ā€

After thousands of years, although he is still in the world, the village of his hometown has long disappeared. Even the ruins of the deserted village slowly faded with time.

"You've been living here all these years?" Hearing this, Mo Chen was silent for two breaths.

"I've just come back in recent years, and sometimes when I'm tired of wandering outside, I like to go home and have a look and stay for a while. After all, this is my hometown. Ah Qing stretched out his hand and picked up a piece of grass, looked at the wilderness in front of him with faint eyes, and chuckled.

No matter how far you go, no matter how far away you are, there are always things that you can't let go of, and you can never let go.

For example, this hometown of being born and raising itself and having many good memories!

Ah Qing glanced at Mo Chen beside him, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

Some things, some people, will always be worth remembering for the rest of your life.

"Hometown." Mo Chen's face showed a faint blankness, and he muttered.

Ah Qing still has a hometown to care about, but what does he have? I don't even know where my hometown is, I don't know who my parents are, maybe I don't have parents or not.

Mo Chen thought of the conversation between the main god and that Yunxi Dao Ancestor, his face showed a faint bitterness, and he shook his head slightly.

"This is Ah Qing's hometown, isn't it Brother Mo's hometown. If Brother Mo hadn't been concerned, how could he have come here? With a faint smile, Ah Qing sat on the soft grass on his knees, looked up at the clouds in the sky, and chuckled.

It's a good feeling.

How many years have it been that it hasn't been so laid-back and so nostalgic?

Mo Chen sat beside Ah Qing, looking at the blue sky like a mirror, and was speechless for a long time.

Hometown?

Perhaps, this is really your hometown, right?

This world carries too many memories of itself, as well as too many laughter and tears. If it weren't for the concern, would I really come to this place?

"Thank you, A-Qing." Mo Chen thought in his heart, and suddenly laughed. He lay beside Ah Qing, looked sideways at her delicate pretty face, and chuckled softly.

It turned out that he had never lost anything, but he had not found it.

Hometown, in fact, has always been under his feet, but he has never paid attention to it and never cared about it.

Ah Qing mantis pillowed his jade arm, looked at Mo Chen's smile quietly, and showed a faint smile on his face, but did not speak.

She loved the peaceful atmosphere now, which reminded her of the distant past.

At that time, there were only two people in the whole world, and no one would disturb them, and no one would come to destroy the peace.

Mo Chen lay on the grass, quietly looking up at the blue sky, was silent for a long time, and said, "Ah Qing." ā€

Hearing this, Ah Qing looked at Mo Chen's eyes blinking, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was asking him what was going on with him.

"Why do you want to practice?" Mo Chen looked sideways at Ah Qing's clear eyes and said in a deep voice.

A Qingdai's eyebrows furrowed slightly, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, and she was puzzled: "Why practice?" ā€

Why do you practice?

Ah Qing looked up at the white clouds floating leisurely in the sky, a touch of helplessness flashed in his eyes, a touch of relaxation, and said with a smile: "At first, I was just curious, but later I wanted to catch up with Brother Mo's footsteps." ā€

When Ah Qing said this, he paused, his eyes were a little tender, a little calm, and he said softly: "Then tell him that his original intention is not to be disappointed!" ā€

"The original intention is not disappointed!"

Mo Chen's body trembled, his eyes closed slightly, he took a deep breath, and muttered.