Tiantai Mountain, Xiuyuan and his father Maochun walked along the mountain road. The beautiful scenery of Tiantai Mountain was shrouded in early fog, filled with a quiet color.

"It's really good for your health when you get up in the morning," Maochun walked slowly on the mountain road with his hands behind his back. Xiuyuan followed his father, enjoying the beautiful scenery along the mountain while walking.

"My father likes it. After Xiuyuan, he will accompany his father for a walk in the mountains every day."

Maochun smiled, "My son is still sensible and reasonable."

Maochun was an official in Tiantai County in the early days. Later, he became tired of the officialdom and resigned. He and his wife Wang were usually kind and generous. The Li family was also well-known in Tiantai County. But what made Maochun most proud was his son Li Xiuyuan. Xiuyuan was pure and gentle, gentle as jade, elegant and beautiful, and liked to read poetry and books. The most important thing was that he inherited his father's kindness and was also well-known in the town.

"Come on, let's sit for a while." Maochun saw the stone bench built by someone by the side of the road, and pulled Xiuyuan over to rest.

Xiuyuan sat down with his father, "Does your father feel tired? My son helps you hold your shoulders." As he said that, he walked behind his father and rubbed Maochun's broad shoulders.

Maochun smiled, "My son is becoming more and more sensible."

Xiuyuan touched a long hard knot on his father's shoulder, "What is this?" Xiuyuan wanted to see what happened, Maochun stripped off his clothes and exposed his shoulders, and saw a long scar half a foot long in his eyes.

"Do you still remember that you, Uncle You and others went to the desert three years ago?"

"I remember, my father went out for a few months. At first, there were letters, but later there was no news. My mother was worried for a long time."

"This is what we left behind when we met a robber in that desert." Maochun put on his clothes and was still in shock when he remembered that time.

"Oh?" Xiuyuan was curious, "Why didn't you hear my father say it?"

"I was also afraid that your mother would worry," Maochun decided, "but later she saw the scar, and I naturally revealed the truth."

Xiuyuan sat next to his father, "What the hell is going on?"

Maochun's thoughts floated to three years ago, "You and you were really on a whim. After finishing the matter, you wanted to see the charm of the desert, so you stayed there for two days. The most impressive thing there was was the strong wind and sand. And we encountered a black sand storm and hid in a hurry. In the inn, we met a group of locals doing business. They brought expensive jewelry and furs to us. Uncle You were curious, so we looked at their goods together. In that inn, there was only one of us, but also one of us had been sitting in the corner."

The person Maochun mentioned is Yi Langri. In Maochun's impression, Langri has a handsome and elegant appearance, tall figure, and a face as famous as Langri, and Langri has a strong presence. Even if he doesn't speak, he just drinks alone in the corner alone, making it easy for people to notice him.

Maochun and his friends looked at the goods and felt an unknown feeling. These rare treasures are rare on the market. Could it be that they encountered treasures from tomb robbers?

Maochun's friend You Jingzhi showed great interest in these treasures. After Maochun's repeated persuasion, he only selected some smaller objects to play with.

After that, Maochun and You Jingzhi planned to stay at the inn that night and rush to the early morning. After dinner, they planned to go upstairs to rest. Although the desert is beautiful, the bright moon is still good. However, in the wind and sandy weather, they had to stay in the inn. As soon as they went upstairs, they saw the tall man sitting in the corner drinking during the day leaning against the front of their room, tilting his head to drink.

Maochun was just feeling strange and ignored it. When he entered the room with You Jingzhi, the man put down the wine bottle and said in a low voice, "You should hurry up tomorrow morning. The wind and sand will stop tonight. When you see the sun coming out early in the morning, you will leave here."

Maochun felt strange and turned around. The man drank safely, but did not respond when he saw Maochun's eyes.

You Jingzhi also felt strange and asked, "Why did this hero say this?" "I just kindly remind you," the man still had a low voice, "I will close the door tonight, but they probably don't have the courage to take action in the official station."

"What?" Maochun was stunned, but the man was ready to turn around and go downstairs, "This hero stays."

The man turned around and had a pair of dark eyes under his thick eyebrows, and a resolute and handsome face was radiant. No matter how you look, you think that a person with such a beautiful appearance should be a person with a open heart.

"What does the hero mean to be wary of?" Maochun walked in and asked. The man was one head higher than Maochun, and his figure was obviously a Jianjiazi.

"You have already shown your wealth. In this deserted desert, the gold you took today is enough to blind people here."

Maochun suddenly realized something and hurriedly bowed and thanked him, "Thank you for your reminder."

The man said no thanks and turned around and wanted to go downstairs.

"Heroic," Maochun called him again, "How dare you ask what you call me?"

The man looked sideways, "Langri, Yi Langri, like you, I am not a local."

"Yi Langri," Maochun repeated these three words. You Jingzhi didn't know when he would stand beside him. "Is it necessary to be so nervous?"

Maochun gave him a blank look, "It's all you buy that rare thing. We should be careful in this deserted desert."

Maochun took Langri's words in his heart and pulled You Jingzhi out early in the morning. The two of them hurried downstairs and met the store owner getting up to clean. "I got up so early." The waiter was about to greet him, but Maochun looked dodging and took out the money to pay.

Afterwards, the two men took the horse and left the post station. You Jingzhi and Maochun rode on the desert. After a while, they heard the sound of horses running quickly. When Maochun turned around, they found that it was the group of locals who sold treasures yesterday. The two of them shouted that they were not good and accelerated their horse racing speed, but the horses had already chased and surrounded the two of them in the detour.

"Drop off, dismount," the leader said in rough Chinese.

Maochun and You Jingzhi had no choice but to get off the horse. The leader ordered a search. The two were already frightened and could only be stunned and let them mercy. Soon the two were looted. Maochun was a little panicked. He was afraid that he had a piece of ancestral gold inlaid jade on his body. It was not that it was priceless, but the treasures passed down from home were snatched away, so he secretly reached out to his clothes and wanted to take the jade.

This small move was seen by the robber who searched the body. He snatched Maochun's jade. Maochun subconsciously snatched it. The two of them started to fight. The angry robber raised his sword and slashed at Maochun. The knife hit Maochun's shoulder. Maochun felt a sharp pain in front of him and let go.

You Jingzhi, who was standing beside him, was already scared and squatted down with his head in his arms. Maochun was lying on the ground with blood flowing. The robbers raised their swords and were about to chop Maochun again. At this moment, a loud whistle blew up. The robbers looked at the place where the sound came. Not far away, a horse rider was rushing towards this side against the light and rushed into the group of robbers. Maochun forced himself to hold his body and looked up. There was a bloody battle. The person who came to rescue was Yi Langri in the inn.

With the sound of the knife waving and shouting, Maochun felt the fight around him until he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, Maochun was already lying on the bed, opening his eyes that was strange, You Jingzhi looked at himself anxiously, "You are awake, Brother Maochun."

Maochun's eyes flashed past You Jingzhi, and there was a familiar back in front of him, with light on his back, tall and upright.

Maochun resisted the severe pain of the bandaged wound and struggled to sit up, "Heroic, thank you for saving your life."

Lang Ri slowly turned around, and what Maochun saw was the handsome and compelling face, "It's okay, it's just a matter of raising hands."

Maochun was very excited and was about to get out of bed. Lang Ri walked over to him and stretched out his hand. The piece of gold-inlaid jade in his palm was in his palm.

"Several robbers ran away and they didn't get all the money back, but fortunately this is still there."

Maochun excitedly took the Jinyingyu that had already heated Langri. His eyes were wet for a moment, and his voice trembled, "How can I thank the hero?"

Langri smiled, and the man smiled like a child, "My name is Yi Langri, don't call me a hero."

After seeing Langri's smile as bright as the sun in the sky, Maochun forgot the previous thrills and smiled.

In this way, Maochun and Langri became friends because of this incident. The two had a great time talking and couldn't sleep all night.

Langri just took a short rest. On the second day, he planned to say goodbye to Maochun and the others and go on the road. Maochun got out of bed and went on foot to see him off, and sent Langri again and again until very far away.

"Langri, I've been chatting for so long yesterday, but you haven't told me where you are going?"

"I don't know where to go. I don't have a home. I live just to find someone."

"Look for someone?" Maochun looked at Langri's side face, "Who are you looking for?"

Langri nodded, "My junior sister, I have been looking for her for two years. I will continue to search until I find her."

"The world is so big, how can I find a way?"

"I can sense her," Lang Ri smiled. "We, as a warlock, have a sense in our hearts. As long as the other party is alive, this sense will be there, and sooner or later we can find her."

Maochun still wanted to continue asking, but Lang Ri advised him to go back and rest, "You should not move for a long time if you have not healed. Go back and rest, don't send him off again."

Maochun wanted to speak but stopped, so he took out a pendant, "I have nothing to give it to you. Even if this is a token, it will be a waste of your acquaintance."

Langri took the pendant and accepted it openly, then picked up the flute behind him and gave it to Maochun, "I have nothing valuable, you can accept this flute too. Even if you exchange the tokens, you will see you again if you are destined to do so."

Maochun took the flute and felt reluctant, "Langri, my family is in the Li family in Yongning Town, Tiantai County. If you pass by one day, you must come to find me."

Langri nodded, "It must be a time for Brother Maochun to come." As he said that, he turned over and rode on his horse, waved goodbye to Maochun and left.

Maochun's memories filled his eyes with indescribable spirit. Xiuyuan looked at his father and couldn't help but feel longing and admiration for this chivalrous sorcerer. "Have your father ever seen this chivalrous again?" Maochun's thoughts were pulled back, "No, this is the most regrettable thing I have in the past three years. I have always wanted to do something for my benefactor, but I have never seen him again." Maochun paused, and the next sentence was more like talking to himself, "Don't you know the person he is looking for found?"

"I believe that good people will be rewarded, and Lang Ri's long-cherished wish has been fulfilled." Xiuyuan looked at his father comfortably.

Maochun nodded, "I hope so."

"Father, let's continue walking." Xiuyuan helped Maochun and the other two to continue walking.

"Socializing the fate, I have always had such a selfish idea since I met Langri," Maochun tilted his head to look at his son.

"What's the idea?"

"I hope you can become a person like Langri." Maochun continued, "Although I have known him for only two days, I think it is enough. It seems that after knowing him for several lifetimes, the righteousness of this person can infect everyone around him, his chivalrous qualities, his sword-eyed eyebrows, star-like facial features, everything about him is like the incarnation of justice, which can resist all external evils, making people want to get close to and get to know him."

"Oh," Xiu Yuan smiled, "The father rarely describes a person like this, which makes his son even more curious. He really wants to see the style of this hero named Lang Ri."
Chapter completed!