The atmosphere was stagnant for a moment. Sang Mengyu looked up and down with big watery eyes on Yuan Xing. After a long time, she suddenly smiled, let go of her hand holding her daughter, and clasped her hands to salute: "I didn't expect to meet Master Yuan Xing here..." She deliberately emphasized the tone of the word "Master".

Well, I sold the monk. Yuanxing glanced lightly at Xiao Pan, a shop clerk who showed a look of surprise, and gave a big greeting: "Amitabha, I really have the fate to see my old friend here."

At this time, there were no other guests in the inn, and he was not afraid that the club would complain for only one night. As long as the action was successful at night, he would not come back here. So what if he exposed his identity?

"I wonder why the master has time to come to such a backward place." Sang Mengyu narrowed her eyes and stared at his face.

Yuan Xing only smiles but doesn’t say anything.

"Are you so bored, you little monk, come to see me and make a joke?" Sang Mengyu's tone turned cold. In his words, even the master was too lazy to mention it, so he directly replaced it with the little monk.

A joke? Where to start? Yuan Xing showed doubts.

Sang Mengyu gritted her teeth and said, "If it weren't for your bad thing that day, why would we, couple, fall into such a field?" His right hand subconsciously stroked the cheek, but it was covered with white gauze, which was not real.

Yuan Xing frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and asked back, "Donor Sang's injury has healed?" The implication is that I didn't do this, did you know what happened at that time? If it weren't for you, why would this be like this?

As soon as these words came out, the other party was silent immediately.

Seeing that this place was not a place to talk, Yuanxing attracted Xiao Pan, who was watching the fun, and told him to give him a pot of hot tea. Then he said to Sang Mengyu: "There are so many people here, so it's better to go to my place to have a cup of hot tea." After that, he walked towards the backyard of the inn on his own.

Sang Mengyu hesitated for a moment before picking up her daughter, following Yuanxing, and entering the yard where he rented.

The accommodation area of ​​this inn is divided into small courtyards. The courtyard is not big, but there is a pavilion in the courtyard for rest.

Yuan Xing led the person into the seat and sat down. He then took the tea from Xiao Pan. After pouring the tea, he asked straight to the point: "Did the donor Sang come for the donor Dou Zi'ang?"

"Yes, I worked hard to find out his news. How could I watch my daughter lose her father?" Sang Mengyu sat in the pavilion with her daughter in her arms and said coldly.

Yuan Xing glanced at the girl in his arms, and estimated that she was only two or three years old, so he asked again: "You haven't been in touch during this period?"

"How to contact?" Sang Mengyu sighed and told her current situation. It turned out that she was teleported thousands of miles away by Jinchan that day. Because of facial injuries, she was worried about being chased by the enemy during childbirth. So she carefully hid the traces. When the child was born successfully, she would be in a good state before she dared to enter the world again.

She didn't know if Dou Zi'ang had come to this world. When she went to the place where she had mistakenly entered the earth, she didn't find the contact code agreed with Dou Zi'ang, so she thought the other party was still on the earth, so she couldn't help but feel discouraged.

For some reasons, she not only had to escape the pursuit of Amitabha Temple, but also had to be careful of the investigation of her own sect. The child was too young and was not suitable for a rushing life in the world. She chose a small mountain village and lived in seclusion as a widow.

She is a congenital master and is not afraid of being bullied. So she lived there for more than two years. The village life was peaceful and comfortable, but it was really remote, and the news was very lagging behind.

It was not until the two Buddhist and Taoist families in Yunzhou were in chaos for a long time that they accidentally heard some news from the peddler selling goods. Unfortunately, when they arrived, Xunzhen Temple had just been broken. She couldn't remember how she survived that day. After fostering her children in a kind-hearted family, she took advantage of the night to touch the mountain, but she didn't expect that there were already many local people looking through the bodies in the moonlight, all of whom had relatives at home became monks on the mountain.

That night, there were sobs everywhere on the mountain, and the scene was desolate.

When Sang Mengyu said this, she couldn't tell anything under the veil, but her voice was so hard that she choked up several times.

Yuan Xing listened silently and sighed. He didn't know how to comfort her for a moment, so he could only pick up the teapot and refill her tea.

Only the little girl didn't understand the information revealed during the adult conversation and played with her mother's hair with interest.

"So you got here?" Yuan Xing asked softly.

"Well, I haven't found his body, so I can only try my luck." Sang Mengyu wiped his eyes with a handkerchief and nodded.

"If I expected it was not bad, donor Dou should be in the military camp." Yuan Xing pondered for a moment and spoke. Sang Mengyu's arrival strengthened his opinion. If there was no in the city, Dou Zi'ang must be in the military camp.

When Sang Mengyu heard this, she didn't react much. She just stared at him for a long time before asking: "It seems that I guessed it right. You came to this world really for Dou Zi'ang."

Yuan Xing was silent for a moment and nodded: "That's true."

"Why? Do you regret it and want to send him back and separate our family?" Sang Mengyu suddenly raised her voice, stood up suddenly, which scared the little girl in her arms and started crying loudly.

Yuan Xing was silent in the cry of the child, and after a long time he spoke: "If I said I was just here to save people, the donor would definitely not believe it."

"Of course I won't believe that you are so kind." Sang Mengyu sneered. In fact, this was a bit inappropriate. She knew that although the other party was a scheming person, she was not a bad person. However, this kind of person who could travel through time and space appeared here, so she had to think too much.

"Let's rescue the person first." Yuan Xing lowered his eyes and said lightly: "The rest are all later things. It's not too late to wait until someone is safe and escaped." He actually has his own judgment on whether to send the person back. At worst, he won't do this task anymore.

Sang Mengyu looked at him deeply before sitting back. While comforting her crying daughter, she said, "I will save people. I will spend money to clear my relationship tomorrow, so I have to meet you first." She only looked down at her head to comfort the child in her arms, but she didn't see the face of the monk opposite her becoming extremely strange.

Yuan Xing touched his nose and said awkwardly: "I thought the donor would visit the military camp at night."

Sang Mengyu looked up at him strangely: "I'm not stupid. This place is a border town. Naturally, there are a few innate masters in charge. How should I get out with Dou Lang and the child?" After a pause, he said: "But it's a good thing to have you here. It's easier to take people away from you. If you can spend money to redeem people, it's just a matter of spending money. If the other party bites him to death, he can only take a risk and try it."

The fate is awkward, okay, I'm stupid. Just thinking about going to the military camp tonight, I forgot that I still spend money to clear the relationship. The so-called wealth can help the gods, why did I forget to clean this sentence? Is it really a martial arts master who has also made my brain muscles?

At this time, it was already dark, and a melodious piano sound floated next door under the night sky, accompanied by an unknown song like a low-pitched song. Two big and small threes sat in the pavilion, listening quietly. The rain hit the leaves, and the song was combined, making a tinging sound.
Chapter completed!