A few days later, Mo Ling returned to Qinglong City from Mirror Mountain.

Fan Yin had been waiting in Qinxin Tower for a long time, when he saw Mo Ling pushing the door in, and hurriedly got up to greet him, "Mo Ling, you are finally here, come in and sit down-what about Sister Mei Yu, didn't she come with you?" Fan Yin asked curiously when he saw that there was no one behind Mo Ling.

"She-she's not here for the time being," Mo Ling scratched her cheek and said, "What about Qing Kite and Liu Qishuang?"

"Sister Kite, she-" Fan Yin's expression was also unnatural, "It's inconvenient to appear in Qinglong City, saying that she is afraid of attracting attention." ”

"Hasn't the notice from the county guard been taken down, and not many people in the city know that she has been imprisoned. ”

"That's what I said......" Fan Yin laughed a few times, and muttered in his heart, not afraid of being embarrassed to see you-"Don't talk about this, you finally came to Qinglong City, we can talk about other things." ”

"That's right," Mo Ling nodded yes, sat down at the table with Fan Yin, took out the long sword from his sleeve, and put it on the table, "This sword, Mei Yu asked me to pass it on to you." ”

Fan Yin was slightly stunned, and said with a smile: "Qishuang has been talking about this matter recently, and she has been scolded by Sister Kite. ”

"I guess so. Mo Ling laughed, "By the way, Mei Yu also asked me to ask Qing Kite, the origin and name of this sword. ”

"If you have a name, I can tell you, as for the origin of the sword, I can only ask Sister Meiyu to ask Sister Kite. ”

"Well, then you tell me the name of the sword. "Actually, you already know the name. "I don't know?"

"Hee-hee. Fan Yin took Mo Ling's hand and wrote the word "Mandarin" on the palm of his hand.

"Mandarin ...... Could it be that the name of the sword is Qingyuan?" Mo Ling guessed casually, but he didn't expect to really guess correctly, which caused Fan Yin to clap his hands and praise him. Demon Ling nodded and groaned, "I see, then it makes sense......"

"What makes sense?" asked Fan Yin.

"Hmm......" Mo Ling hesitated for a moment, but still spoke, "This was originally told by Mei Yu to tell Qing Kite in person, but since she is not here, I will entrust you to tell you." 'The west is sunny and the east is raining, and the Tao is heartless', please tell Qing Kite this sentence - no, since the name of the sword is Qing Yuan, what is the real name of Qing Kite?"

"Out of the clear clouds," Fan Yin said, "this is the real name of Sister Kite, so it's not wrong for you to call her Sunny Kite." Did Sister Meiyu mean that poem you just chanted - did Sister Meiyu say it?"

"Qing Kite once showed Mei Yu a painting with four scenes, twelve waterfowl. The four scenery are metaphors for four places, and the twelve waterfowl are each metaphorical for one word, which is connected to the poem just now. Coincidentally, among the twelve waterfowl, there are two mandarin ducks on the left and right, which are metaphors for the words 'sunny' and 'rain' respectively, and they happen to be 'clear mandarins' and 'rain ducks' together. ”

"There is still this meaning in it," Fan Yin suddenly realized, "how to explain the unintentional and the intentional?"

She didn't know, but she said that it definitely didn't refer to the living conditions of the people in the two counties. ”

"Hehe...... Fan Yin smiled embarrassedly, avoiding Mo Ling's direct gaze, "Sister Meiyu is really old-fashioned, and she doesn't understand the amorous at all. ”

"When did you call Mei Yu sister?" "What, are you jealous?" "What kind of vinegar did I eat, just a little curious." "If you're just curious, I won't tell you why. "If you don't say it, don't say it, I'm not unfamiliar with it. ”

Fan Yin pursed her lips and said unwillingly: "Don't you have a little envy when you hear me call her a sister?"

"Who do you envy, she or you?"

"Of course it is—" Fan Yin stopped talking, "Forget it, I won't tell you, you wooden fish head." ”

"It's a coincidence, Mei Yu also said that you are a wooden fish head, and there is one less tendon in it. ”

"Listen to your nonsense," Fan Yin glanced at Mo Ling, "Besides this sword, Sister Meiyu didn't give you anything else?"

"Oh, you didn't say I almost forgot," Magic Ling patted her head, remembering the ring in her arms, "and this, she said you gave it to me." ”

"Hmm......" Fan Yin's face was obviously much more solemn when he saw the ring, "Do you have an impression of it?"

"No," Mo Ling shook her head, "I haven't seen it, so I'll give it back to you." ”

Seeing that Mo Ling pushed the ring over, Fan Yin hesitated and didn't answer it-"This ring was entrusted to me by someone else, if you can't get it, just keep it for the time being." ”

"But if I wasn't the owner of the ring, it wouldn't be appropriate to keep it......"

"Hmm-" Fan Yin held his chin and thought for a while, his eyes fell on the sword on the table, and suddenly he had a plan, "I have a way to test whether you are the owner of the ring." ”

"What's the method?" "This ring has a special feature that it can absorb the blood of the owner's family, but not outsiders. So you can squeeze out a bit or two of blood and drip it on the ring for an interview. ”

"A small ring, is it so magical?" "Mo Ling was a little unconvinced, "I heard that there are some ancient magic weapons, and there will be a drop of blood to recognize the master, but this ring doesn't look like a magic weapon no matter how you look at it......"

"Oh, you can take it for so many miles, squeeze a drop of blood and try it. Fan Yin said, grabbing Mo Ling's wrist with one hand, and pulling out the sword on the table with the other.

Mo Ling saw a cold light flashing, and his heart trembled a little, "It's just a little bit of blood, you don't need to use a sword to cut it." As she spoke, Mo Ling pulled out a cyan dagger from her sleeve, "This little dagger is enough." ”

"Hey, you still can't believe me," Fan Yin put the sword horizontally in front of Mo Ling, "It doesn't hurt at all, and the patience will pass—" Before the words fell, Fan Yin had already swung his sword and grazed Mo Ling's wrist, and a light blood line appeared, splashing a few points of blood and falling on the sword, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Fan Yin went to squeeze the scar on Mo Ling's wrist at this time, but the wound had already coagulated, and no matter how much he squeezed it, he couldn't bleed.

"Oops, it's too shallow," Fan Yin smiled awkwardly and put the sword into the sheath, "I can't grasp the strength, so you might as well do it yourself." ”

Seeing that the blood line on his wrist was gradually disappearing, Mo Ling was shocked and suspicious, just now he clearly saw a few drops of blood flying out, it should not be dazzling, but now he can't even find the wound - "What did you just do?"

"I didn't do anything," Fan Yin shook her head desperately, "I just didn't cut it." ”

"I don't believe it, take out your sword and I'll take a look. "No. ”

Without saying a word, Mo Ling snatched the sword, pulled it out and saw that the sword body was clean and clean, without a trace of blood—could it really just be a mistake just now?

"Look, you don't believe me. Fan Yin withdrew his sword and pouted, "I didn't cut my flesh at all." ”

Mo Ling sat back in disbelief, and under the urging of Fan Yin's gaze, he took out a dagger and cut his fingertips, squeezing out a drop of dark blood. Blood dripped onto the ring and slid straight down, showing no signs of adsorption.

"It seems that you are right," Fan Yin took the ring back, wiped it clean and put it in his arms, "I will keep this ring." Wait until one day to find its true owner, and then hand it over. ”

Although there are still some doubts in Mo Ling's heart, since Fan Yin has accepted this result, let her go - no matter what, the ring is just a form of support, and what really matters is the relationship between them.

After putting away the ring, Fan Yin took out a document from his bosom and carefully handed it to Mo Ling.

"This is ......" Mo Ling took the paperwork, and just opened it and read a few lines, his face became precipitous.

"This document was entrusted to you by Sister Kite. The method of planting, cultivating, selecting, concocting, and preserving the Thousand Ilnichi is described in detail. Sister Kite said, I am afraid that I will have to stay for a long time when I go back to Baihu County this time, and the business agreement I made with you before cannot be reached, so this document will be counted as compensation. Fan Yin paused slightly, and then said, "On the last page of the paperwork, Sister Kite wrote down the names of all the people in Qinglong City who had done a thousand days drunk business, hoping to help you. ”

Mo Ling's face was solemn, and after thanking him, he carefully took the paperwork into his arms.

After that, Mo Ling talked to Fan Yin about a lot of past things. Mo Ling talked about his life in Jingshan over the years, and Fan Yin talked about his experience in White Tiger County, and the two of them tacitly did not mention the earlier things. When they separated, the two smiled and waved goodbye, and neither of them showed a trace of sadness, like the sunset in the west, calm and peaceful.

The night she returned to Mirror Mountain, Mo Ling had insomnia. Lying on the bed, tossing and turning, it was difficult to sleep, and his head was full of scattered fragments of the past, which could not form a complete picture, but it stabbed Mo Ling's head with a faint pain.

Pushing open the window, looking at the bright moon in the sky, blowing the cool night breeze, Mo Ling felt that she should cry bitterly, maybe she could fall asleep in this way, but after brewing for a long time, she found that she couldn't find a reason to cry, and the colic in her chest could not be dissipated, but she encountered such an inexplicable funny - maybe this is the culprit that made Mo Ling insomnia.

Mo Ling stood quietly in front of the window, until his limbs were sore, his brain was blank, and dawn appeared in the sky, and then he suddenly woke up, roared on his back, and let out the laughter that rushed from his chest.

After laughing, my heart is relieved, my head sinks, and I sleep.