Starting from Wendao Mountain, you can go to the west, along the border between Lingzhou and Jiangning, you can go to the Quanling Mountain Range without crossing Lingzhou.

Wang Yang and Lin Rumeng, as well as a few disciples of the Asking Mountain, chose this road to the Quanling Mountain Range.

Qingxi, this is not a small stream, but a place name.

Qingxi is born according to the 'Qingjiang', Qingjiang is a big river in the land of Shu, flowing from west to east, crossing many continents, it can be said that Qingjiang nourishes the whole land of Shu, this is not an exaggeration.

Wang Ping wore a hat given by Li Cha, covered his face, and walked west along the Qingjiang River, looking at the clear river water and the green mountains on both sides, and his mood was much better.

Looking at the smoke in the distance, Wang Ping took out the map, looked at the places marked on the map, and said to himself:

"It should be almost to Qingxi, but it's still so far from the Tianshan Mountains, how long do I have to walk?"

Wang Ping looked at the map, Qingxi to the west, and several mountain ranges, and felt that it was a little far away.

Wang Ping remembered that Li Cha told him that Qingxi was a place full of flowers, not like a city, but the population here was comparable to a city, because Qingxi was a fruit fishing town.

The fruits are sweet and the fish is also fatty, and many of the fruits and fish in the palace are almost all produced here, which is also known as 'Gongxiang'.

Just as Wang Ping put away the map, there was a sobbing sound in his ears, and Wang Ping got up and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a long-haired girl in a coarse cloth shirt on the bank on the bank of the river, hugging her knees and crying.

Wang Ping put away the map and walked towards the girl.

Looking at the back, Wang Ping guessed that the girl's age should not be very old, and it should be the age of jasper. Her hair was slightly long, and if she stood up, it should reach her thighs.

Wang Ping walked behind the girl, raised his eyes and looked around, and found that there was no one, so he wondered a little in his heart? Her parents? How can such a girl be allowed to be in the wild.

"Little donor." Wang Ping called softly.

Hearing this, the girl hurriedly turned around and wiped her tears from her cuffs.

The girl's facial features are delicate and tangible, and she looks very cute, especially the big eyes, which are good-looking, starry eyes like waves, and pity in her eyes.

Seeing that the girl's eyes were full of doubts and even defensiveness, Wang Ping understood what he meant, Wang Ping folded his hands and said to her:

"Amitabha, the little monk is a disciple of Lingshan Temple." After Wang Ping finished speaking, he took off the hat on his head. Revealing a shiny bald head.

The girl saw Wang Ping's kind face, and her already bright bald head was a little less vigilant.

"The little monk's name is unphased, I don't know what the donor is called?"

"Just call me Little Fish." The last little fish replied sluggishly.

"Little fish donor, why are you crying here alone? Is your family up? Wang Ping asked.

The girl frowned, wanting to say something, but she stopped talking and hesitated, Xu felt that Wang Ping was a stranger, so she didn't want to say it.

Wang Ping sighed, sat cross-legged on the bank, looked at the river in the distance and said, "If you don't bother yourself, others will never be able to trouble you."

Because you can't let go of your own heart, life in the world is like being in the midst of thorns, and if your heart moves, people will move in vain, so you will experience all kinds of pain in the world. ”

Seeing Wang Ping sitting on the shore, Mo Xiaoyu also squatted down, hugged his knees again, and was silent for a moment, tears began to flow from Shui Lingling's big eyes, and he began to cry again.

"Why is my life so hard? Woo.... I'm so tired from life, but I don't dare to die. The girl finally burst into tears.

Wang Ping patted her on the back and comforted: "Sadness is only temporary, and it will not accompany you for a lifetime, don't use a short period of pessimistic days to summarize your life." Life is still long, and the future will be fine. ”

"Really?" Mo Xiaoyu turned his head to look at Wang Ping and asked.

"It's going to be fine." Wang Ping nodded and said with a smile.

Mo Xiaoyu turned her head and put her chin on her knees, the tears in her eyes kept flowing down her cheeks, and after a while, she whispered: "My father is going to sell me to Qinglou, but I don't want to go, what should I do?" ”

Wang Ping was also stunned in his heart, and asked, "Why is your father like this?" ”

"He's a beast!" Mo Xiaoyu bit his lip and said.

"My father has always wanted a son, and this incident has become like a demon in his heart, always complaining that my mother can't give him a son, but my mother gave birth to me and almost died.

Although I saved my life, the doctor said that my mother would not be able to have any more children in this life, although my mother used a lot of home remedies, but they didn't work.

Later, my father always took the money and went to the Qinglou to drink flower wine, and when he got drunk, he came back to beat my mother and me. When I grew up, he didn't make money to support his family, and he got involved in gambling, and took all the valuable things in the family, even the money that my mother and I earned, he took all the money.

A few days ago, my mother was seriously ill, and he robbed my mother of her life-saving money, went to the 'Golden Cave' in Chunxiang Building, and lost it all, and also used me as gambling money and lost to Qinglou.

Today, the turtle of the Qinglou came to ask for someone, and my mother knew that I was sold to Chunxianglou, and my mother died in a fit of anger. As he spoke, Mo Xiaoyu began to cry again, crying even more sadly.

"Then why don't you leave this place?" Wang Ping said.

"I'm a weak woman, with no skills, and no distant relatives to rely on, where can I go?"

Wang Ping nodded when he heard Mo Xiaoyu's words, thinking that there was nothing wrong with what she said, if she left her hometown and went to another place.

Let's not talk about whether there is any danger on the road, even if she gets to the next place, how can she live? Maybe it's even bleaker than it is now, maybe it's even worse.

Mo Xiaoyu's tears did not stop, and he said in a sobbing tone: "My mother's coffin has no money, my father said that I will not go to Chunxianglou to pay off the debt, where can I have the money to buy a coffin to bury my mother?"

Now my mother is still on the straw mat in Yizhuang, and if she doesn't have the money to buy a coffin, she will be thrown to a mass grave in a few days. ”

Wang Ping sighed, took out some silver from the box, took Mo Xiaoyu's hand, stuffed the silver into her hand, and said to her:

"Let's go and bury your mother first, and as for the future, let's talk about it later."

Although Wang Ping had never used silver, he knew that the money in the mortal world was these gold and silver, and these broken silver could be worth a lot of copper coins, which should be enough to buy a coffin.

In the box that Lin Chumo gave, there were not only silver, but also a lot of gold ingots, and even a lot of spirit stones.

But those cannot be given to her, because the more precious things are, the more they will bring her calamity.

Looking at the silver in his hand, Mo Xiaoyu looked at Wang Ping with tears in his eyes: "Thank you, when I make money, I will definitely pay you back." ”

Mo Xiaoyu did not refuse, but sincerely thanked Wang Ping.

"You don't need it yet, just live well, there will always be hope in life! Go for it. Wang Ping said to her, but thinking about the directness at the beginning, isn't it as desperate as her?

"Hmm!" Mo Xiaoyu nodded vigorously, and bowed to Wang Ping with tears in his eyes:

"Thank you so much, Master Wuxiang! Thank you so much! ”

Wang Ping smiled: "Go quickly, otherwise it will be dark." ”

Hearing this, Mo Xiaoyu turned around and trotted all the way towards 'Qingxi', and it could be seen that she was indeed very anxious, and she didn't want her mother to continue to lie on the cold straw mat in Yizhuang.

Looking at the last small fish in the distance, Wang Ping pondered for a moment and said to himself: "Do I want to go to Chunxianglou to have a look?" ”

Wang Ping turned his head and thought about it, even if he saved her with his cultivation, but in the future?

It's impossible for her to go to Lingshan Temple to become a monk, right? If my good deeds have brought her evil consequences, is it my fault, or is it her life?

Wang Ping couldn't help but fall into contemplation, looking at the river in the distance for a long time, Wang Ping put his hands together and said slowly:

"All evil dharmas are vain, and all good dharmas are also vain." After speaking, Wang Ping put on his hat, got up and walked slowly towards 'Qingxi'.

"Huh~"

Wang Ping raised his head and looked at the sky, and his heart was full of envy when he saw the sword walking and the monks flying with some strange magic weapons.

It's just that I am a little puzzled: are there really so many monks?

Wang Ping has seen too many flying monks in the past two days, and he feels that there are more people flying in the sky than walking on the ground, but in fact, he doesn't know that this is because of the innate immortal qi in Su Wenjun's body, which attracted the monks.

The purpose of these people is almost the same, they are all Quanling Mountain Range.

When Wang Ping retracted his gaze, four flying swords flew over his head, including Lin Rumeng and Wang Yang, but two of them were in the sky and one was on the ground, so naturally they couldn't meet them.

Wang Ping just looked up again with a feeling, Lin Rumeng seemed to feel it too, and looked down, but it was too far away, and the two of them couldn't see each other clearly.

Xu just heard about Mo Xiaoyu, so it's uncomfortable, right?

Wang Yang, who was on top of the flying sword, saw that Lin Rumeng's face was a little wrong, so he asked out loud: "Rumeng, what's wrong?" ”

Lin Rumeng didn't speak, smiled at Wang Yang, and shook his head simply, it's okay.

"It's not far from Quanling Mountain, let's go to Qingxi and wait, there are a few properties in Wenshan Mountain, which is convenient for us to settle down." The leading man spoke up, and the rest of the people echoed, and the group slowed down and flew towards Qingxi.

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Wang Ping walked for a long time before coming to the archway of Qingxi, Wang Ping looked up at the huge glazed archway in front of him, with two clear big characters written on it: Qingxi.

Looking at the exquisite glazed archway, Wang Ping understood that this place was really a flowery brocade city.

Wang Ping looked at the 'record tablet' next to it, which wrote the construction time of the archway, as well as the designer of the construction.

After reading it, Wang Ping realized that the original glazed archway was not built by the locals, but the emperor of Tianyu country ordered people to build, it seems that this place is deeply loved by the emperor.