Walking into the house, the passionate scholar took off his sword and put it on the table.

Taking off your weapons and drinking means completely letting go of your guard and treating each other with sincerity.

Su Wangting smiled, took off his long sword, and placed it next to the sword.

When all the relatives in Zhuangzi saw this, they all realized what was going on and walked out without disturbing the two of them.

At this time, Murong Yunxiu was already admiring the amorous scholar. She did not expect that this man's skills were as good as Su Wangting's.

"Miss Murong, it's getting late, why don't you go and rest early?" The passionate scholar politely asked her to leave.

At this time, his expression was solemn, and there was no trace of that weird and enchanting look.

Murong Yunxiu obviously hadn't gotten used to his completely different behavior yet, and stood aside, at a loss.

"Go." Su Wangting smiled and nodded to her, "Go and rest early. We'll hit the road tomorrow."

Murong Yunxiu then responded softly and walked out of the room.

At this time, a cold snort came from outside the house, which frightened Murong Yunxiu who had just left the house. It turned out that it was the disgraced Nie Yunfei who, after standing still for a long time, stormed out of the village angrily.

"I am Mu Shilan." The passionate scholar raised the wine bowl.

"I'm here at Su Wangting."

The two of them greeted each other and drank from the bowls of wine.

Putting down the wine bowl, the two looked at each other for a moment, then laughed at the same time.

Two men who had nothing to do with each other before suddenly laughed heartily at each other. If anyone else looked at them, they would think that this inexplicable laughter was unreasonable.

But little did they know that for men, it is a rare blessing to find a confidant who cherishes each other in the world.

At this time, the two of them raised the wine bowl again in unison.

Every time they drank a bowl, the two of them still just laughed and said nothing else.

After three bowls, the laughter gradually faded away.

Putting down the wine bowl, Mu Shilan suddenly asked: "Brother Su, I would like to ask, have you ever lost anything to gain this level of cultivation?"

Su Wangting's face darkened when he heard this, he sighed heavily, and asked, "What about you?"

Mu Shilan stood up and walked to the door, raised her head and looked at the moon: "Everything!"

Su Wangting smiled bitterly: "Me too."

A line of clear tears fell from the corners of Mu Shilan's eyes, and the moonlight flashed in those eyes.

"Everything!!" Mu Shilan repeated.

Su Wangting looked at the man in the red shirt and said calmly: "If I guess correctly, the woman you lost must be the woman you loved. And the woman you are about to get married to."

"No!" Mu Shilan turned around, "This is a woman who is getting married and has not yet finished her wedding!!"

Su Wangting was silent.

Everyone has a bad past, and so does he.

Since he is willing to confide this unbearable past to himself, he treats himself as a confidant.

But I chose not to ask further questions, which was a silent comfort.

"So you have stubbornly kept getting married over the years." Su Wangting picked up the wine bowl, stood up and sent it to the door.

Mu Shilan took the drink and drank it in one gulp, and said sadly: "If I didn't comfort and deceive myself like this, I'm afraid I would go crazy."

Su Wangting nodded slightly.

Mu Shilan pointed to the sword on the table again: "If you go crazy, then this sword will become a mad sword that kills countless people."

Su Wangting nodded: "I understand, so you choose to use this method to numb yourself. Because you, like me, don't like killing people."

Mu Shilan smiled bitterly and patted Su Wangting's shoulder, pointed at the round table, and motioned to sit back and talk.

The two sat down again.

Su Wangting pointed to the long sword on the table and said in a deep voice: "I think that if you want to restrain your sword from going crazy, you still have to find a scabbard that suits you. Just relying on this way of self-deception, I'm afraid there will eventually be

The day it collapsed."

"I understand what you mean." Mu Shilan smiled and gave Su Wangting a bowl of wine, "I think I have found my scabbard."

"oh?"

Mu Shilan stared blankly at the table for a while, then slowly uttered four words: "Miss Murong."

"puff!"

Su Wangting took a sip of wine.

"Why her?"

Mu Shilan smiled and said: "The reason is very vulgar."

"Oh? Tell me about it."

Mu Shilan took a sip of wine: "She looks a lot like...my unmarried wife."

Putting down the wine bowl, he continued: "The speech... is also very similar."

Su Wangting laughed twice and patted his shoulder: "This is a good reason."

"But I can see that she likes you very much."

Su Wangting was stunned when he heard this, then nodded: "I can feel it."

"What about you?" Mu Shilan became nervous.

"I have no more desires."

"No desires or desires?"

Mu Shilan frowned and thought about these four words in her heart.

After a while, his brows widened and he nodded: "I see. It seems that Brother Su is in a higher state of mind than me. Presumably... everything you have lost, even if it is lost, is still your scabbard."

Su Wangting sighed softly and nodded slowly.

"Then...can I continue to pursue Miss Murong?"

Su Wangting raised his eyebrows: "Why not? If you are sincere, I support it with both hands."

Mu Shilan asked anxiously: "Then where do you want to go tomorrow?"

"I'll tell you the truth. I went to the desert this time just to find some medicinal materials. Once this medicinal material is collected, Poison Master can heal the scar on Miss Murong's face."

"Then... why does Miss Murong have a scar on her face? Who is so vicious?"

Su Wangting bared his teeth and smiled: "In order to reject the people who came to propose marriage, she drew it herself. This girl has a fierce temper. Are you sure she likes her?"

"Okay! Okay!!" Unexpectedly, Mu Shilan clapped her hands repeatedly when she heard this, "Even the strong temper is so similar!"

Su Wangting was speechless.

It seems that this guy is determined.

Immediately, Mu Shilan rushed to the door excitedly and shouted twice. Soon, one of his followers ran over.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"Prepare four camels... um... two of them are hitched to a caravan. In the caravan, wine, food and a young girl's necessities are carefully prepared."

The attendant scratched his head: "Master, are you going crazy again?"

"Go, go, go... listen, Master, I will leave tomorrow. You can take good care of this village for me. I will wait for Master to come back and get married!"

The attendant was covered in cold sweat: "Master, is it true that you are back here?"

Mu Shilan raised an eyebrow: "Why don't you get ready?"

"Okay." He quickly ran out.

"Hahaha!" Su Wangting laughed and shook his head, "It seems that you, the passionate scholar, need to change your name."

"oh?"

Su Wangting said with a smile: "Looking at your attitude, in order to win Miss Murong's heart, you may even have to knock down the southern wall. How about calling yourself the 'Infatuated Scholar'?"

Mu Shilan looked up to the sky and laughed: "Okay, good change!!"

…

The next morning.

When Murong Yunxiu saw Mu Shilan, he was stunned.

I saw that Mu Shilan's red shirt was gone, replaced by a flowing white gown.

"Hey, let me tell you... where is your groom's red shirt? And where is the big red flower on your chest?"

Mu Shilan trotted up to Murong Yunxiu and said with a smile: "I'm so happy to keep those clothes. One day, I hope the girl can put them on for me with my own hands."

Murong Yunxiu rolled his eyes: "That big red shirt is the symbol of your passionate scholar, wouldn't it be a pity to just change it?"
To be continued...