Chapter 617 The Autumn Winds of September Were Blowing, and Starlight Shone on the Night

Li Moding 's face as the prince of Great Xia was quite useful. Liaozhou Zhou Mu was grateful to Xu Han and the others, and the two thousand people accompanying him also found a new residence in Liaozhou under the arrangement of Lord Zhou Mu. Although it could not be said to be permanent, they would not be worried in a short period of time.

After finishing this matter, the group continued to head south. Without the involvement of the civilians, although Ning Yan and Xue Lian's subordinates' cultivation levels were uneven, they were somewhat skilled. In addition, under Xu Han's instructions, Li Dingxian also began to teach them the Great Dragon Elephant Seal technique. As a result, the speed of the group heading south increased considerably.

About seven days later, the group arrived at Desert Smoke City on the southern border of Liaozhou.

In this place, Xu Han could be considered to be revisiting the same place. Back then, when he fled from Great Zhou to Great Xia, the first stop to enter Great Xia was Saiyao City, Desert Smoke City. He came at the end of autumn, and he returned at the end of September. Xu Han had experienced many things in the past year, so he couldn't help but sigh.

Master Wei went to the Myriad Domains Star System. What exactly was there, and what he was doing, was a mystery to Xu Han.

Yan Zhan and Xue Ning hurriedly left. Although there were still letters exchanging and they knew that something had happened to the Yan Zhan Sect, Xu Han could not ask more about the specifics.

Late at night, after arranging for everyone to rest, he went to the main hall of the inn alone. He asked the sleepy waiter for a pot of sake and sat down alone.

Including Ning Yan, Xue Lian, and the others who were carrying copper coins, the group of more than a thousand people was vast and mighty. Naturally, they were not able to rest in an inn. Their manpower was arranged in various parts of Desert Smoke City, and even the City Lord's Mansion of Desert Smoke City was used to arrange the residences of these more than a thousand people.

The hall of the inn was silent, and the waiter who poured a pot of wine for Xu Han fell asleep on the table again.

Xu Han didn't care about this. He reached out and poured himself a pot of wine. The bell on his right arm let out a crisp sound because of this action. Xu Han smiled and stopped the action in his hand. He reached out and caressed the bell tied to the red string.

Zhen Yue, Lu Yashan, Wei Chen, Shi Yucheng…

Of course, he would not forget these people. They met him and died for him. However, Hu Ma had disappeared since then. Xu Han could not find them and thought that the other party might just want to leave this sad place and not stay.

Thinking of this, the smile at the corner of the youth's mouth became somewhat bitter. He raised the wine cup in his hand and bowed towards the night outside the window and the autumn breeze. He said, "Everyone, accept this cup."

After saying that, he spilled the wine, filled himself with another glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Why are you drinking alone? Looks like you're in a good mood." At this time, the door of the inn hall was suddenly pushed open. Meng Liang, dressed in black, walked over to Xu Han and looked down at him with a smile on his face.

Xu Han was stunned. When he regained his senses, he was about to say something, but before he could say anything, Meng Liang pulled open the wooden stool opposite him and sat down on his own.

After that, Meng Liang filled himself with wine and drank three cups in a row. Then, he put down the wine cup heavily and looked at Xu Hanyan, "I'm leaving."

Xu Han did not show much surprise at Meng Liang's words. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Meng Liang, then asked, "Are you going to the Chen Kingdom?"

"Yes." Meng Liang nodded and poured himself another glass of wine. He drank it all in one gulp and said, "Along the way, I heard some rumors from the Chen Kingdom. At the end of this trip, I have to return to the Mausoleum of the Swords to guard the mausoleum. No one knows if I will have a chance to return. In the end, I have to go there to take a look before we can feel at ease."

Xu Han nodded. "Senior Brother, what you said is naturally human." However, the wine cup he picked up did not drink like a beam. Instead, he placed it in front of his chest and said, "But I am not the one who should be talking about this matter the most."

Meng Liang smiled bitterly. Of course, he knew who Xu Han was referring to. He shook his head and said, "No, I can't. I can't help but feel sorrowful."

Everyone had experienced a lot along the way, and everyone had changed a lot. Meng Liang also lost his usual temperament. Although he liked to do things that he couldn't adjust from time to time, his temperament was much calmer.

Xu Han thought for a moment and then asked, "Then when are you going to leave?"

Meng Liang smiled and added another cup of wine to himself. He then saluted Xu Han, "It's now. Come, you and I will drink this cup together. If the future is good, you can come to the Mausoleum of the Swords and find me. We will drink it then."

After Meng Liang finished speaking, he raised his head and drank all the wine in the cup. Then, he raised his empty cup to indicate that Xu Han had not drunk it yet.

"Senior Brother really decided to leave today?" Xu Han's wine cup was still placed beside his lips before he drank it. He asked Meng Liang again.

"Yes." Meng Liang nodded his head, his eyes filled with determination, unable to be persuaded.

Seeing that, Xu Han finally stopped talking. He put the wine cup that he had lifted for a long time on his lips and drank it all in one gulp.

Meng Liang saw this and smiled knowingly. He put down his glass and was about to say goodbye.

However, at this moment, Xu Han reached out to stop Meng Liang from doing so. In Meng Liang's puzzled gaze, he said, "Senior Brother, actually, Junior Brother just wanted to talk to you."

"Huh?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to leave today." Xu Han sighed and blinked behind Meng Liang.

Meng Liang's heart trembled. He turned his head and saw a young girl standing not far behind him. At this moment, her eyes were glaring fiercely at him.

At that moment, the determination in Meng Liang's eyes completely dissipated, and his expression of fear climbed to the top of his eyebrows.

Xu Han smiled and looked at the two of them. He shook his head and silently picked up his wine glass and jug, then gently retreated.

…

Meng Liang cowardly lowered his head and looked at the girl who was a head shorter than him. He didn't have the slightest imposing manner of wandering far away with his sword in his eyes. He called her name, but in his heart, he was thinking about how he would refuse her if she asked him to stay.

He even felt that if Fang Ziyu's attitude was firm enough, he might not have the courage to do so. Therefore, before Fang Ziyu could say anything, he had been secretly encouraging himself in his heart. He said that his son and daughter loved each other for a long time. He said that the righteousness of his country gave birth to the common people. He said everything that could make his mind firm, and thought about everything that could make him reject Fang Ziyu, just to be able to resist her words: Don't leave.

There were always some people in this world who blamed others for being unkind and unkind. For example, Meng Liang had once wondered how his master, who had not been with him for a long time, could be so ruthless as to leave his master and mother in pain, yet he died peacefully.

However, at this moment, he suddenly understood that perhaps the person who was going to die would spend much more courage before leaving than the person who was trying to persuade him to stay.

"Are you really leaving?" Fang Ziyu's words interrupted Meng Liang's sigh.

He could feel the anger in Fang Ziyu's eyes. His heart skipped a beat and he raised his throat, but he still gritted his teeth and nodded heavily.

Then he tried to explain his feelings, and then his words were interrupted by Fang Ziyu.

The girl withdrew her gaze, turned around and pushed open the door of the inn. She said lightly, "Alright, I'll send you off."

Meng Liang's typed abdominal drafts were swallowed back into his stomach at this moment, sinking along with his heart.

Yeah, why would she keep him? Her heart is filled with mysteries, and when can she tolerate me…

Meng Liang's face flushed red, both because of the previous self-righteous inner conflict and because of some inevitable little indignation.

However, after a few breaths of time, he still suppressed this emotion. He nodded and said, "Yes."

…

In the past, Xu Han had always been puzzled as to why Chu Chouli liked drinking so much, but now, he suddenly understood something about it.

Xu Han, who had already reached the Earth Immortal Realm, did not intentionally eavesdrop on the conversation between Meng Liang and Fang Ziyu. However, he still heard something. This was probably also a problem caused by his high physical strength. Whether it was his sense of hearing, smell, or any other senses, they magnified countless times as he ascended to the Immortal Realm. If he wished, he could even hear the whispers of anyone in any corner of Desert Smoke City with just his sense of hearing. This ability sounds wonderful, but on second thought, everything you hear is like a large crowd of people chattering endlessly. It should be enough to make an ordinary person unable to fall asleep from being tortured.

Of course, it wasn't that Xu Han couldn't hide these senses and let himself live as a normal person when he didn't need them. However, the time he spent in the Immortal Realm was still shallow, and he couldn't perfectly accomplish this. Therefore, he didn't have the heart to hear the conversation between the two of them.

"Ai! These two idiots!" Xu Han sighed inwardly. Just as he was about to pour himself a glass of wine, a long sigh came from his ear.

Xu Han's senses were extremely sensitive. He turned his head and saw a big man in the woods in the backyard of the inn staring at the scene in the hall through the window. He muttered to himself in dissatisfaction.

Xu Han smiled bitterly and reached out to pick up the stone on the ground. He flicked his finger at the big man and the stone accurately landed on the big man's forehead.

"Aiyo!" The burly man covered his head and howled. He cursed and shouted, "Who is it? You don't have eyes. Be careful of Grandpa Chu…"

The burly man's curse suddenly stopped the moment he turned his head. He saw Xu Han standing in front of him, smiling brightly.

The anger on his face immediately dissipated. Instead of smiling embarrassedly, he licked his face and said, "Little Han… What a coincidence, you're also here… Eh…" The burly man pointed to the lobby of the inn, as if he was thinking of using gentle words to describe his actions when he peeked at Meng Liang and the others.

Xu Han naturally knew Chu Chouli's temperament. He did not intend to entangle himself with him on this topic. Instead, he raised the wine cup in his hand and said, "Big Brother Chu, would you like to drink a Gu?"

How could Chu Chouli, who claimed that he could not pour a thousand glasses, refuse such a request? He hurriedly nodded and was pulled by Xu Han into the empty inn hall.

After three cups of wine, Chu Chouli also forgot about his awkwardness and began to chatter.

This was Chu Chouli's usual wine. Xu Han was not surprised. He drank the wine carefully and said every word that echoed Chu Chouli's words.

"Little Han, you've finally become an immortal. We've worked hard all this way, and it's finally our daughter-in-law who has become a granny. In the future, I'll see who dares to bully us!"

"Let's go back to Chang'an first. Let's see what those old fools will look like if they see you."

"I'm guessing that their faces will be wrinkled into orange peels, thousands of times uglier than the old tree plate."

"When the time comes, I don't care about the Longevity Division. Any Tian Ce Mansion will have to bring us tea and water."

"Do you think so?"

As he spoke, Chu Chouli, whose face was flushed red, raised his glass towards Xu Han.

Xu Han smiled as he raised his glass and drank. Then, he asked, "What about Ran Qingyi?"

"Huh?" Chu Chouli's expression froze, and the drunkenness on his face suddenly dissipated. However, he quickly recovered his appearance of pretending to be insane and foolish, "It's fine if that little woman doesn't mention it."

Xu Han did not comment on Chu Chouli's actions. He only replied indifferently, "The last time I left Great Xia, at Li Yulin's banquet, after Big Brother Chu was drunk, Little Mu'an, who lived in the same room with you, complained for a day that you called Ran Qingyi's name that night." The little fellow also asked me if the man named Ran Qingyi owed you a lot of money for drinks… "

Chu Chouli's face was a little unbelievable. He explained embarrassedly, "Little brat, you can't believe it, you can't believe it."

Seeing that he was unwilling to talk about this matter, Xu Han did not force it. He looked out the window and whispered, "Senluo Palace is not the right path after all. Since we are going to Chang'an this time, I believe Big Brother Chu will have a chance to see her again. If you can persuade me, then I'll give you a word or two, after all."

Xu Han paused for a moment before narrowing his eyes. Inside, a cold light flashed. His tone was cold as he said, "I don't want Big Brother Chu to be in a difficult situation."

Chu Chouli's posture of wanting to drink again suddenly stopped, but in the next moment, he still raised his head and drank the wine in the cup without saying anything.

Seeing that it was useless for him to say more, Xu Han stood up and left.

Chu Chouli, who was sitting here alone, raised his glass and drank again. Only after a pot of wine was finished did he stop. Then, he turned his head to look out of the window, his gaze deep.

He reached out and knocked on the table, singing in a hoarse voice, "A hundred thousand white lines descend into the sky, looking at the old country in green."

"The old country is a dead dragon, hanging high above the city wall…"

"She even looked at the old country, how could she return to this place?"

After Chu Chouli finished speaking, a bitter smile appeared on the corners of his mouth. He raised his wine cup again to drink, but he discovered that the wine in the pot had run out.

The burly man shook his head and sighed, "Stealing a person's life is harder than ascending to the heavens, not to mention the fate of this country."

"Why can't you understand such a simple principle?"

…

In September in Liaozhou, autumn winds were booming at night.

Meng Liang and Fang Ziyu walked side by side.

Although Meng Liang had deliberately slowed down his pace, sending Jun Qianli away was still necessary. The tiny Desert Smoke City couldn't hold Meng Liang's reluctance. The Desert Smoke City's road had finally come to an end, and the city gate of Desert Smoke City appeared in front of the two of them.

The two of them tacitly stopped at the same time. Meng Liang turned his head to look at Fang Ziyu, who had his head lowered all the way to the side. Finally, he mustered up the courage to say the first thing the two of them had said along the way.

Meng Liang stammered, "Then … then I'm leaving …" No one could understand the reluctance in his words at this moment.

"Yes." Fang Ziyu still lowered his head and replied to Meng Liang in a soft voice.

When Meng Liang heard this, his expression became a little lonely. He intentionally wanted to find some topics to chat with Fang Ziyu along the way. After all, in his opinion, once he left, he might have another chance to see Fang Ziyu again. He wanted to walk for a long time, and he also wanted to walk happily.

This was probably the difference between Young Master Meng and the others. Although he couldn't help but feel sad sometimes, he didn't always talk about it. After that, he couldn't see it. Since that was the case, he naturally had to grasp the present better.

However, Fang Ziyu remained silent all the way, not giving Meng Liang any chance. He couldn't help but feel regretful when he left.

He took a deep look at Fang Ziyu, and finally made up his mind to take a step towards the outskirts of Desert Mist City.

One step…

Two steps…

Meng Liang silently recited the steps he had taken in his heart. He had calculated carefully. When he reached the seventy-sixth step, Fang Ziyu's call could not reach his ears. In other words, the difference between him and her had entered the real countdown at this moment.

Seventeen steps… Eighteen steps… Fang Ziyu didn't say anything.

Thirty-six steps Forty-seven steps Fang Ziyu remained silent.

Seventy-five steps… Seventy-six steps… Meng Liang paused. He wanted to wait, but he didn't get what he wanted. So he took another step, the 77th step, the 78th step…

He walked farther and farther, and his heart sank more and more. As a result, the pace under his feet became faster and faster. He wanted to leave this place, but he couldn't say why. However, he wanted to leave this place. It was as if this was the only way he could cut off some of the worries in his heart and bravely go where he wanted to go.

Just as he started to activate the sword intent in his body and his speed started to rise, a sword suddenly came from behind him and stabbed straight into the ground in front of him with Ling Lie's sword wind, blocking his path.

Meng Liang was stunned, but before he could regain his senses, the sword suddenly turned into a streak of light and dissipated. A letter slowly floated down from the blade of the dissipated sword.

Meng Liang hurriedly reached out to catch the letter and unfolded it in his hand. Then, he borrowed the starlight in the sky to look at it.

"Meng, listen carefully. When I'm done with my father, I'll come to the Sword Mausoleum to look for you. At that time, you have to bake me the best sweet potatoes!"

It was only a few dozen words, not much, but it was Miss Fang's usual style. After reading the handwriting one by one, Meng Liang turned his head to look at Desert Smoke City behind him. He could vaguely see a figure standing there waving at him.

A smile appeared on Meng Liang's face. He gently waved his hand towards that place as well, and then carefully folded the letter into his embrace. After doing this, he took another step and walked into the distance.

That night, although the autumn wind was cold, the starlight was bright.

In other words, the starlight on that day was probably the most beautiful scenery Meng Liang Pingsheng had ever seen…

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