บท 234: Chapter 129 Hao Tian Clan, Tang Chen_1
After a long while.
Qin Xiao discovered a village at the foot of the mountain.
The village wasn't large, it seemed to have only around a hundred or so households.
"Let's go take a look, maybe amongst these people, there will be clues about Yiran," Qin Xiao thought to himself, before striding toward the village.
...
At the entrance of the village was a gaunt old man, clenching a tobacco pipe in his mouth, puffing away.
When he saw Qin Xiao approaching, he exhaled a mouthful of smoke and asked in a hoarse voice, "Young man, you're not from our village, are you?"
Qin Xiao nodded, "Hello, I'm looking for a young girl named Meng Yiran."
"Who are you looking for?"
"Meng Yiran."
"What Yiran, what Meng?"
"Meng Yiran."
"Meng what Yiran?"
Qin Xiao: '....'
Is this old man hard of hearing?
Shouldn't you be troubling Xiao?
"You're looking for Meng Yiran?"
Suddenly, a gentle voice reached Qin Xiao's ears.
Subconsciously, he looked up.
He saw a woman with a coarse cloth covering her face not far away.
Qin Xiao couldn't see her face clearly.
But he deeply remembered those eyes.
Pure, without a trace of impurity, as clear as a baby's gaze.
"Hey, I'm talking to you."
Seeing that Qin Xiao hadn't responded, the woman's eyebrows knit slightly in frustration.
"Yes."
"Have you seen Meng Yiran?"
Qin Xiao nodded.
Instead of answering Qin Xiao's question directly, the woman asked, "What's your name?"
Qin Xiao: "Qin Xiao."
"Then it's right, come with me," the woman said, leading the way into the village.
Qin Xiao's eyes flashed, and he followed.
However, he didn't forget to say to the old man at the village entrance, "Old man, you rest."
"Okay then."
The old man waved his hand, slowly straightened up, and went back to his puffing and blowing clouds of smoke.
Qin Xiao: I've never been so speechless in my life.
...
The village wasn't big.
Walking for just five minutes, Qin Xiao followed the woman in front to a simple house.
Of course.
Though the house was modest, it was enough to shelter from the wind and rain.
"Go in, Meng Yiran is inside the room," the woman said as she opened the door and stood in the doorway, telling Qin Xiao.
"Thank you," Qin Xiao sincerely uttered and stepped into the room.
Like the outside.
The room was simply furnished and very clean.
Qin Xiao easily spotted the young girl on the bed, who else could it be if not Meng Yiran?
Only, the girl's condition wasn't good.
Her complexion was pale, her lips were purplish.
She looked very weak and powerless.
"Your Highness."
Similarly, Meng Yiran saw Qin Xiao and uttered a weak call.
At that moment, Qin Xiao quickly approached Meng Yiran, asking with concern, "You've been poisoned? Who did this?"
Meng Yiran managed a strained smile, "It wasn't a person, but a soul beast, though I managed to kill it. But I've been badly poisoned and escaped here."
Qin Xiao nodded in understanding.
He realized that after separating from Zhu Zhuqing, Meng Yiran must have encountered more danger.
"Thanks to Sister Yuehua for saving me," Meng Yiran said just then.
"Who? Yuehua?" Qin Xiao suddenly became alert.
In his heart, the beautiful figure of Yue Xuan's owner, Tang Yuehua, involuntarily emerged!
However, since his fleeting encounter with Tang Yuehua at Yue Xuan, Qin Xiao hadn't seen her again.
He hadn't even heard of her.
He once believed that Tang Yuehua had died in Hao Tian Clan's domain.
"Sister Yuehua is the one who brought you here," Meng Yiran continued.
"The markings around the village were also set up by Sister Yuehua," she said, pointing at the flying knife in Qin Xiao's hand.
After hearing Meng Yiran's words, Qin Xiao looked towards the door.
Apparently hearing the conversation inside the room, the woman outside also entered.
As eyes met, Qin Xiao asked calmly, "Are you Tang Yuehua?"
"Who is Tang Yuehua?" the woman countered.
Qin Xiao narrowed his eyes.
"Could it be that I'm confusing you with someone of a similar name I know, mistaking you for her?"
"No, my surname is Yue and my given name is Hua, not the Tang Yuehua you speak of," the woman named Yuehua gently shook her head.
Qin Xiao's eyes flashed, then he said, "Then I was mistaken. Thank you for saving Yiran. To show my gratitude, I can do something for you."
"Do something? Anything?" Yuehua asked again.
Qin Xiao shook his head, "Not anything, as long as it's within my abilities."
He was human, not a god.
If this Yuehua asked him to bring back the dead, he wouldn't be able to do it.
"Is that so..." Yuehua's voice trailed, "Then can you help me find someone?"
Qin Xiao asked, "Who are you looking for?"
Yuehua said, "Someone named Qin Xiao as well."
"What?" Qin Xiao was utterly baffled.
What kind of situation was this?
"That's right, I'm also looking for someone called Qin Xiao, but you needn't worry, take your time. If you find him, bring him to see me, and if not, it's fine too," Yuehua's voice held complex emotions.
Qin Xiao for a moment couldn't figure out what she meant.
On the bed, Meng Yiran weakly spoke, "Your Highness, you don't know, Sister Yuehua has lost her memory of her past. She only remembers that many people call her Yuehua, she's certain it's her name and it can't be wrong..."
"Yiran, you're very weak, you should rest more. I will take it from here," Yuehua quickly addressed Meng Yiran with concern before telling Qin Xiao, "When I awoke, besides my name, I remembered just one 'Qin Xiao', but I don't know whether this name refers to a man or a woman, young or old, or even whether this person is still alive."
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