The autumn wind rises, the leaves fall to the ground, and the strings are torn.

These three things are actually unrelated, at most the first two have some relationship, and the last string tearing is just a representation of the person's feeling or pretending to be 13 or starting the journey, a signal.

The man slowly stood up, patted the dust on his body, and lifted the 'qin' beside him, which turned out to be an erhu, no wonder it could make such a short sound that seemed to be pulled.

After shooting the soil and putting on the erhu, the man looked in the direction where Mu Han left, thoughtfully, and then followed.

Back in the inn, Mu Han, who entered the room on the side and took a big sip of water, naturally didn't know that his group was seen by others. She was in a hurry to put down the glass of water and pick up the book that attracted her.

This is a strange anecdote, not written in that kind of ancient script, that kind of book actually looks like Mu Han is also laborious, naturally not as pleasant as such a book.

And now Mu Han is watching a tragic love story, which tells the story of a young man who aspires to the mountains and rivers and a princess who inadvertently meet, and then fall in love, and finally because of the difference in family and ideals, they are separated and separated, and they have never been seen since.

To say that such a bloody plot is already a vulgar routine in the Great Celestial Empire, but Mu Han watched it with relish not because of its content, but because of the problem represented by the story itself.

There is a clear gap between the hierarchy of the people in the divine realm, even if they are not very prominent in their daily performance, but it is because they know very well what kind of people should do what kind of things, and under normal circumstances, no one will cross that boundary.

But it was under such a hierarchy that Mu Han discovered such a story, a young man who was idle and only liked to play in the mountains and rivers fell in love with the princess, although the final ending was not good, but this story can still be regarded as a weak challenge to the hierarchy and system from the people of the god realm.

Speaking of which, his own affairs have not been solved yet, why do you want to think about such a big social problem? Mu Han laughed at himself, glanced at the door, thought for a moment and inserted the door tightly, then took off his shoes and revealed his small and tender jade feet to sit cross-legged on the bed, and it was time to practice the Divine Separation Technique every day.

If you want to talk about the magic of separation, Mu Han really thinks that this is a magical thing, just like the spiritual power in the novels of the Celestial Empire, but it is always a little different.

Although the detachment technique also strengthens the mind, that is, it is equivalent to the divine consciousness and the like, which can be used for range perception, but in fact it is to condense the real existence, as if the human spirit has materialized, compared to the nihilistic things in the novel, the detachment is undoubtedly more real.

Mu Han hadn't refined qi, so she didn't know how to refine qi, but no matter what, she felt that it was a mentally retarded behavior for people from the god realm to give up the magic of leaving the gods.

Although she had only just started the path and felt the infinite changes in the meantime, if it hadn't been for too long since the decline of the divine arts, and some strongmen who had not been recorded could refer to it, maybe a certain idea in her heart would have been confirmed a long time ago.

Everyone's detachment is actually different!

Yes, that's how Mu Han feels, the difference here is not only the difference in emphasis, but also the difference in the way of expression and the final effect. Even if the Divine Art has been reduced to a mainland commodity, the cultivation methods are only a finger, and they are the same. But in the end, even if the initial practice method is exactly the same, it will vary from person to person, and the performance will be different.

Of course, now Mu Han's mind incarnation is only half condensed, and he is still a rough embryo to think about these things a little early, but as long as he is free, Mu Han is a little excited when he thinks of this infinite possibility. Probably I have a desire to become stronger in the depths of my heart, even if I am a waste young man with no ambitions, but the dream of becoming a strong man has been done, and I should have done it.

It was with this mood that Mu Han could sit there motionless for a few hours every day without feeling bored. And she also thought about it carefully, estimating that no matter how high her realm was, she shouldn't have to sit there motionless as soon as she practiced the Divine Separation Technique, at least she could walk or something.

While practicing, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Guest, someone downstairs is looking for you. The voice of the shopkeeper also came in.

Mu Han opened his eyes and was slightly stunned, thinking about who could still come to him. If it is exposed, it should not be so fast, then the only possible one is Lu Jiaying or Wang Xiong.

Mu Han stood up, put on his hat, thought about it, pulled two pieces of cloth and wrapped them around his hands into simple gloves, so he opened the door with satisfaction, and went to the hall to find the person who was looking for him under the guidance of the shopkeeper.

The person who came was a young man, who looked a little younger than Lu Jiajia, and when he saw Mu Han wearing a hood, he looked a little nervous, and he wanted to speak but couldn't make up his mind.

"Are you looking for me?" Mu Han helped him in the end, dipped his chopsticks in the water, and wrote them on the empty table beside him.

"Ugh. The young man looked at Mu Han's movements for a moment, but remembered the explanation that his eldest brother gave him when he left, and quickly reacted, "You are Mr. Simon, right?"

Mr. Simon?

Mu Han smiled, what the hell is this name, the word Mr. is not like being called by any person in the Divine Realm like on the earth, and the other party is obviously raising his worth when he says this.

Wouldn't it be because he felt like a cultural person after reading his own words? Mu Han himself also looked left and right at the words left on the table, well, it's not bad, but it's not very good?

Of course, she couldn't leave the young man out there, so she nodded to others by the way. Yes, it's the kind by the way.

However, the young man didn't see Mu Han's casualness, but when he saw her nodding, he hurriedly said: "My name is Wei Dong, and I was sent by Brother Wang Xiong to let me talk to you, and the people are ready, so Mr. Don't worry about it anymore." ”

'Hmm. Mu Han wrote, "But just in case, please inform me of the actions of those people, so that there is no mistake." ’

"I'll go back and talk to my eldest brother. The boy should go down, and then make a salute and leave.

Mu Han looked at his back, thinking about what he said just now, it sounded like he was very decisive and said that he didn't have to worry about it anymore.

Is he really suspected of being the one who came to harm him?

Thinking about this sounds like a philosophical question, but in fact it is a most common problem. Mu Han was about to go back upstairs again, and she was interrupted halfway through her cultivation of the divine arts, and she still had to come back to practice.

"This brother, please stay!"

Just as she was about to take a step, a voice sounded behind her.

Mu Han thought to himself what day it was, why did so many people come to him, and then turned around.

This is a middle-aged man in a gray robe, with a long face, a small mustache on his chin, an erhu in his hand, and most importantly, he is wearing a pair of round sunglasses!

Mu Han almost blurted out in the next second, but she held back and quickly wrote four words on the table.

'I don't tell my life. ’

'I'm not a fortune teller!' the man said angrily at the word.

Mu Han glanced at him with pity, and wrote, "No money. ’

"I'm not here to ask for food!"

Listening to his angry answer, Mu Han left another word.

'Oh. ’

"What are you?!" the man said angrily again, then suddenly smiled and hooked his hand again, "Come on, I have something to ask you." The tone of the two sentences is completely different, and I don't know how it was said.

'What's the matter?' Mu Han wrote, turning around.

"Sit down and talk, sit down and talk. The man diligently moved out the two stools and made a gesture of please, "What do you call Brother Tai?"

'Simon blows snow. Mu Han sat down and wrote.

"Good name!" the man exclaimed, and then sat down likewise, and said no more, as if waiting for something.

So after a long time, the man finally couldn't resist anymore and coughed lightly: "Brother Simon, don't you have anything to ask? ”

'If you want to hold it, hold it. ’

The man's face turned green, then he gritted his teeth, clapped his hands twice, lifted the erhu in his hand and made a short tone.

Then Mu Han saw four or five children walking in in line, muttering something hoarsely.

Suddenly, the erhu sound directly became higher, and the people in the entire inn looked at the person in surprise.

"Xiao Immortal, Xiao Immortal, a sword out of the sheath can cut immortals. Come and go freely, and the past is full of smoke. "A group of children read a short poem along with the BGM played by this erhu. Mu Han reacted at this time, feelings are the self-introduction of this product, and it is really pretending to be 13 to the realm of returning to the basics.

'Xiao Shenxian?'

"Hmph, that's exactly below. The man replied, stopping the music in the background, giving the children some candy and letting them disperse.

"Your name is Immortal, but you say that you can kill immortals, is it a joke?" Mu Han said as he looked at the child who was running farther and farther.

"You!" Xiao Shenxian was about to be angry at first, and then glanced at her helplessly, "I'm too lazy to talk to you about this." I'm here for one purpose, do you want to sell that sword?"

'What did you say?' Mu Han couldn't believe his ears.

"Do you sell that sword?"

Mu Han subconsciously wanted to shake the sword in his hand, but this time he really didn't bring it down, so he wrote again.

'Why did you fall in love with my sword?'

"Simple and elegant, with mysterious lines, never seen before. Xiao Shenxian said.

'How do you know?' Mu Han was really shocked this time, Lu Jiajia didn't necessarily know something, how did he know?

"You don't have to think about it, I have my own way. You just have to tell me to sell or not to sell. ”

Naturally, it is not for sale. ’

"Think clearly, Brother Simon. Xiao Shenxian leaned closer and whispered, "Well, or maybe it's a girl." ”

Mu Han's body stiffened, the chopsticks fell on the table, and after a long time, he picked them up again and wrote: 'How do you know?'

"Heh, I want my Xiao Immortal to walk the world for half a hundred years, and I haven't seen any strong winds and waves, and you are not a few in this situation. Xiao Shenxian said proudly, his face suddenly changed, and he said loudly, "Don't change the topic, think about it again if you sell it or not." ”

"Not for sale. Now that he was discovered, Mu Han simply stopped writing and said directly.

Listening to this expected timbre, Xiao Shenxian felt comfortable all over, but Mu Han's answer made him very dissatisfied.

"You're not afraid I'll tell you about those two fellow travelers?"

Mu Han remembered that he went to that courtyard with Lu Jiaying and Wang Xiong just now, and his eyes rolled: "I'm not afraid, you don't dare." ”

The voice was cold, very confident, and the bluffing Xiao Shenxian was stunned, as if he had no confidence.