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Chapter 495: Childhood sweethearts can't resist the godsend

"Delicious, delicious! There is such a delicious food in the world!"

In front of the simple bamboo house, Ming Jingxing was spinning around the copper pot like a top.

He used chopsticks to stuff the meat slices into his mouth very quickly, and he was reluctant to stop even though it was so hot that he was gasping for breath.

"Grandpa, is it too spicy? If you're not used to it, I'll make it less spicy!"

Bai Yue looked at the red oil on the corners of his mouth and couldn't help but speak out to dissuade him.

"It's not spicy! This taste is strong enough!"

Ming Jingxing waved his hand without even looking up, and his chopsticks accurately poked a piece of tripe.

"Back when I was in Tianji Country, the food there was so spicy it could make your tongue sizzle!"

After saying that, he simply picked up the dipping saucer and scooped the soup into his mouth, not caring at all that the soup splashed on his clothes.

"Tianji Country? So, Grandpa Ming also loves to travel around like Grandpa Mo..."

Before Bai Yue could utter the word "country", she was interrupted by Ming Jingxing.

"Don't compare me to that playboy!"

There was fire in his eyes and his saliva splashed onto the edge of the pot.

"He makes peach blossoms bloom wherever he wanders, but I..."

The other party's complaints stopped abruptly, and he just stared in one direction. Bai Yue followed his gaze and saw a girl from the Wu tribe walking quickly on the mountain path in the distance, holding a bouquet of flowers.

"This hero,"

The girl walked up to Bai Yue, her cheeks as red as ripe fruit.

"I heard from my father that if you hadn't intervened, he would have died..."

She clenched the bouquet in her hand, took a deep breath, and spoke shyly.

"My family really can't afford a decent thank you gift. These are the flowers I just picked in the back mountains. I hope you can..."

"Mist Weaver Qiong..."

The girl's words were interrupted by Ming Jingxing's voice before she could finish. The next moment, two lines of tears rolled down his face, hitting the edge of the copper pot and splashing tiny oil droplets.

"Is this because you're jealous because a girl gave me flowers?"

Bai Yue thought he had grasped the key to the matter, so he quickly looked at the girl.

"Girl, it was this grandfather who saved your father, so these flowers should be given to him."

"Ah good!"

Seeing Ming Jingxing crying, the girl hurriedly handed him the flowers.

"Grandpa, thank you for saving my father. This flower is mine..."

"Woooooooo..."

As soon as Ming Jingxing's hand touched the flowers, his crying became even more fierce, like a dam bursting. Bai Yue was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and could only put a few ingots of silver on the table.

"Miss, I'm sorry to bother you today! The silver on the table is for buying the pot!"

"Buy a pot?"

Before the girl could react, the copper pots and dishes on the table disappeared in an instant.

"Hey? Why are you gone?"

She rushed to the stone table and looked up and down, but couldn't find even the soup.

"Hero?"

She turned her head to ask Bai Yue, but found that the bamboo house was already empty and the old man and the young man had disappeared without a trace.

"Dad! My sweetheart ran away!"

The girl stamped her feet and howled, then ran towards the bamboo house crying.

And the "dream lover" Bai Yue, whom she was thinking about, was half dragging and half pulling Ming Jingxing towards the mountain. When the old man's crying gradually subsided, Bai Yue hurriedly handed him a neatly folded silk handkerchief.

"Grandpa Ming, here!"

Ming Jingxing waved his hand and raised his sleeve to wipe his face twice.

"I'm sorry, Xiaoyue, this old man is useless..."

His throat rolled, and there was a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

"When I saw the flowers in that girl's hand just now, I thought of my sweetheart..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his nose twitched and tears almost fell again.

"Grandpa Ming, if you're really interested in Grandma Mo, why don't you just pursue her openly?"

Seeing Ming Jingxing so pitiful, Bai Yue's heart finally tilted towards him.

"Who told you that my sweetheart is Qingyan?"

Ming Jingxing interrupted her without thinking, his voice suddenly rising.

"Then your anger towards Grandpa Mo..."

Bai Yue was stunned. She didn't expect things to turn out so weirdly.

"Qingyan grew up together after all. Even if I later realized I didn't have feelings for her, the affection we had as childhood sweethearts would still be there..."

As he spoke, he started crying even louder, beating his thighs and howling.

"That bastard Mo Yingyun is in love with his sweetheart, but he's hiding from her! What about me? I've been searching for my sweetheart my whole life, but I haven't even seen her shadow!"

"Dimple girl... My dimpled girl... I've been searching for you so hard!"

He was like being poisoned, muttering to himself over and over again.

"Dimple girl?"

When she heard this familiar name, Bai Yue's mind flashed with lightning. She remembered the adventure that Mo Yingyun had mentioned, in which there was a girl with dimples when she smiled.

"Grandpa Ming!"

She quickly supported the trembling old man.

"Don't just cry. Tell me what's going on between you and your sweetheart."

Ming Jingxing sniffed, suddenly grabbed her and ran into the mountains.

Two hours later, they stood in front of a sea of ​​flowers that covered the entire mountain. The petals of various colors were blown by the mountain breeze, like a fragrant snow.

"I'm recuperating here after killing someone for the first time."

Ming Jingxing looked at the sea of ​​flowers, his voice as low as wine buried in the soil.

"At that time, I felt only hatred, and all I could think about was eradicating the sects that had destroyed my family and my people."

He suddenly raised his hand and swung it out like a sword—

"Shh!"

As the invisible internal energy swept through, the flowers in the valley rustled, and the petals flew like a sudden rain, swirling around his body.

"While I was practicing swordplay day and night, a spectator suddenly appeared not far away."

A pink and white petal fell into his palm, and Ming Jingxing's eyes suddenly softened, like melted spring water.

"That girl isn't particularly pretty, but when she smiles, she has a shallow dimple on her left cheek that's so sweet it could melt anyone's heart."

The corners of his mouth pulled into a smile that was uglier than crying.

"She would always pick a big bunch of flowers and timidly hand them to me when I was exhausted from practicing."

"At that time, all I saw was blood and hatred. How could I care about these things? Every time she gave me flowers, I pretended not to see them."

He paused, his voice hoarse.

"One time, she called out 'Sloppy Hero' from a distance, and I actually... actually knocked the bouquet out of her hand."

Ming Jingxing's eyes suddenly turned red again, and turbid tears flowed down his wrinkled face.

"Afterwards, I regretted it so much! I wasn't mad at her for calling me that. I was mad... mad that the moment she showed up, my heart, filled with hatred, couldn't help but beat for her!"

The wind blew the petals through his white hair. The old man stood in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers, his back hunched like an old pine tree hit by frost.

But those eyes looking into the void were surprisingly bright - it was as if he could still see the girl holding the bouquet of flowers, standing not far away, biting her lip and smiling at him.