Riding a horse all the way, night has already fallen.

There is a township not far ahead, and at this time the lights are bright, as if shrouded in a halo.

The brilliance was blurred and circulated, which should have been clearly visible, but it was blurry and could not be seen really.

Qing Han sat on horseback and looked up at the night sky.

There is not a ray of light, and there are no stars or moon tonight.

He was dressed in the night, caressing the purple horns of the horses, and his eyes were deep and calm.

The purple light in the horse's eyes flickered slightly, and he shook his long tail to gently tease the black hair behind Qing Han, and walked slowly.

Walking through the quiet path, the oil fields on both sides are golden, and the cool wind blows by, and they also dance.

Four tall pillars in front of it supported a huge stone platform, and there was nothing above it.

Qing Han looked at it carefully, and each pillar was painted with a portrait of a person with different colors of ink from top to bottom.

He is wearing a yellow robe, two long white eyebrows hanging down on both shoulders, one hand is behind, one hand is pinching, standing majestically on the top of the clouds, the body is straight and does not show the old state at all, the eyes are even more expressive, just look at it, the heart will naturally have respect for him, the white smoke around it, as if in a fairyland.

Qing Han's eyes froze, and his brows gradually wrinkled, this person was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Once you pass through here, you can enter the town, which is like a gateway.

Then pass through a secluded path.

The blue-gray houses, the crooked alleys, and even the paths sandwiched on both sides are paved with bluestone slabs.

One after another cyan tiles are arranged in an orderly manner on the wooden shelves, which is neither monotonous nor boring.

The two sides of the long street are neatly hung with simple lanterns, and the blue light that shines through covers every corner.

But this place is empty, there are no Zhao soldiers, no demons, and no sound.

Walking into the depths step by step, the hazy feeling was even better than the distant glance before, and Qing Han's heart naturally gave birth to peace.

The deeper you go into it, the more your body distorts, merging with the blue light around you.

He had the idea of wanting to stay here forever.

There was a faint person in this town muttering in the distance, and his voice was ethereal but clear to Qing Han's ears, like an intimate whisper between lovers.

"Stop chasing power. Don't yearn for love and serenity. There is no need to complain, hate and ......"

"That doesn't make any sense, Huaisu has no bitterness and sorrow......"

"Lingering here, unemployed......

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Qing Han unconsciously walked to a night market, bustling with pedestrians, and the small shops were lively and lively, but they were unusually quiet.

He is independent of the flow of people, and allows them to pass by, without a trace of turmoil in his heart.

He saw the people of Lijia Village, saw the Golden Dao Mountain bandits, and saw more familiar and completely strange people.

They all smiled softly, accompanied by their families, holding their young sons, talking and laughing with each other, and enjoying themselves.

Qing Han didn't stay on them for too long, but stayed on a woman, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

The woman was exceedingly beautiful.

She was wearing a moon-blue dress, three thousand silk draped over her shoulders, and her skinny wrist was wearing a plain white bracelet, even if she just sat quietly in the corner of a tavern, she couldn't hide the quiet years, exuding a chic soft charm.

Qing Han walked into the small restaurant and walked straight to a small table in the corner.

He brought a wooden stool, unwrapped the hem of his clothes and sat down.

"Little Er, come with a pot of good wine and two small pots!"

"Okay! a good jug of wine!"

A middle-aged man in a hat scarf yelled into the back kitchen while trotting in.

When he came out, he carried a small plate, with a blue-white wine jug and two small upside-down cups, all made of jade, which looked very exquisite.

"Guest, your good wine has arrived. ”

Xiao Er smiled and gently lifted the wine jug, took out a small cup and put it in front of Qing Han, and filled it for him.

"This Jiuquan Ming, also known as not Ming, please taste the guest officer. ”

This man is also clever, and with a roll of his eyes, he took out another small bowl and put it on the woman's side, and filled it for her.

Qing Han showed a hint of a smile and took out two pieces of silver and placed them on the table.

Xiao Er took the broken silver eyebrows and smiled, but his eyes were extremely clear without a trace of impurities.

Qing Han raised the wine cup and sniffed lightly, the taste of this wine was no different from the others, and said with a chuckle, "How did you get this name?"

Without waiting for Xiao Er to answer, the woman who had been silent on the other side raised her head slightly, and said softly, "Childe is a passer-by, so naturally I don't know, this Quanming was also obtained by a passer-by, and this wine is also brewed by that person." As for this inscription, it is another name that gradually emerged after the drinkers tasted it. ”

Xiao Er left to greet the other guests.

Qing Han's gaze was still on Xiao Er's body, and his mouth was like a whisper, I don't know who he was talking to.

"It turned out to be a passing traveler, who was like an arrow returning to his heart, but why did he linger here instead of returning. ”

The woman picked up the wine cup, covered her sleeve and drank a little, her lips pursed slightly, and her beautiful eyes were ethereal.

"Things are not, people are not, the body is a thousand times, and God is difficult to return. ”

Qing Han retracted his gaze on the middle-aged man, looked at the little lamp in front of him and was confused, and directly picked it up and drank it all.

The wine entered the stomach, but it was not as clear and burning as Qing Han thought, but it was turbid.

At first, it only had a bitter taste, which was more like bad tea than fine wine.

didn't have time to frown, a trace of sweetness lingered on the tip of the tongue, slowly spreading, lips and teeth were fragrant, sweet and pleasant.

This wine seems to contain strange powers, which provoke the inner mind, and it is impossible to put into words, nor to explore and pursue.

Like the woman, Qing Han's eyes were ethereal, and although he was in the tavern, the god had traveled through endless distances to get somewhere else.

For a moment, there was relative silence.

Both of them are reminiscing wantonly, smiling in a trance.

Until the sweetness reaches its limit.

This sweetness was suddenly shattered, and the previous bitterness reflux was even more menacing.

This bitterness is indescribable, forcibly burrowing into the limbs and hundreds of remains, even the mind is contaminated with bitterness, even if you drink a lot of water, I am afraid that you will not be able to solve the slightest bit.

Qing Han and the woman opposite were pulled back to reality almost at the same time, and they looked at each other with their eyebrows furrowed.

The woman in blue smiled dumbly, and even the corners of her mouth were full of bitterness.

"It turns out that Childe is also a wanderer who can't return home. ”

Qing Han stood up in silence, took out a silver ingot and placed it on the small table, and walked out to leave.

Walking to the threshold, Qing Han didn't look back, but just asked later, "Miss Xiang...... Are you still happy?"

The woman's eyebrows were slightly twisted, and her eyes were in a trance for a while, and she was clear for a while.

She swept through the endless flow of people inside and outside, and finally looked at Qing Han's back, but she didn't answer the question.

"I've never seen Childe before, but it feels very familiar. ”

Qing Han didn't stay any longer after hearing this, and left the tavern to continue walking into the depths.

As I walked, the houses on both sides of the long street were gone, and the bluestone path was no longer connected, and it seemed that I had reached the end of the town.

The night turned into day, and Qing Han looked back, where it was still night, and it was still empty.

On this side, the fields are all over the place, the roads and fields are meandering, and many earthen courtyard huts are scattered everywhere.

Except for a large stone statue standing in the distance, it is just an ordinary village.

This image is obviously the same person as the person painted by the four pillars, but the majesty and arrogance that looks at the world is too different from the dusty fairy intention painted by the four pillars.

In front of the statue is a black stone platform filled with fruit and heads of livestock.

The villagers were kneeling in front of the stone platform, looking at the only woman standing dressed as a village girl, who was presiding over some kind of ritual.

This woman is similar to the woman in Huaisu Town, but it is different.

In the same way, the mirage and her were similar but different.

"Huh?"

Qing Han looked around and saw a faint figure in a wheat field.

So he went up and took a look.

It turned out to be several girls and a boy digging with their hands.

It's just a game between children.

Sensing that someone was coming, they stopped the game at the same time and looked at Qing Han in unison.

He only glanced at it, then neatly withdrew his gaze and continued to dig in the mud.

Qing Han didn't care much, turned to the side and saw an old locust tree in the distance, and several girls were jumping and jumping below, as if they were touching the height and playing.

It didn't take long for me to turn sideways.

A pair of small hands full of mud gently tugged at the hem of Qing Han's clothes.