Immersive Travel in Film and Television

Walking on the street, Qing'er looked around while eating snacks.

When Qing'er saw a puppy pendant made of cloth, she decided to spend some money to buy it and play with it.

Unexpectedly, when she reached into her purse, she felt a hand, which scared her.

Then Qing'er realized that she had encountered a thief. She looked in the direction of the hand and saw a ragged little beggar with an unclear face.

When the little beggar saw that his plan was exposed, he did not give up stealing. Instead, he gritted his teeth and snatched away Qing'er's purse.

Qing'er staggered when the little beggar pulled her. Just when she was about to fall, an arm reached out and supported her.

"Are you OK?"

Qing'er held on to the arm to steady herself, and when she looked up to thank him, she saw a familiar face.

"Why are you here?"

The one who grabbed her was Yin Ruozhe, the eldest senior brother of this generation of Shushan.

When she was in Shushan, she saw him leading many fellow apprentices to practice Shushan swordsmanship.

For some reasons, Qing'er was prejudiced against him, so she had no contact with him on Mount Shu.

We can only be considered acquaintances.

"I was going down the mountain to find a way. I passed by here and saw you, so I came over to say hello!" Yin Ruozhe smiled, withdrew his hand, and answered Qing'er's question gently.

"Oh..." Qing'er was interrupted by Yin Ruozhuo's appearance and could no longer see the little beggar.

After thanking Yin Ruozhe, Qing'er planned to find the little beggar and retrieve her purse that was stolen from her.

At this moment, Mo Yixi's figure also appeared here.

Although Yin Ruozhuo was a little surprised that Mo Yixi had also left Shushan, he did not say much. After all, it was Mo Yixi's freedom to go wherever he wanted.

When Mo Yixi quickly came to the two of them, after greeting Yin Ruozhe, his eyes fell uncontrollably on Qing'er.

Ever since Qing'er left Shushan, Mo Yixi's heart has been in turmoil. He was so upset that he couldn't stay in Shushan any longer.

After Yin Ruozhe went down the mountain to seek the way, he asked the headmaster if he could go down the mountain.

The leader of Shushan saw some clues from Mo Yixi's expression and knew that some things are better to be solved than to be stopped, so he did not stop him from going down the mountain.

Mo Yixi didn't expect that he would meet Miss Qing'er not long after coming down the mountain. Could this be considered as fate, as they met each other thousands miles apart?

"Miss Qing'er, what a coincidence! We meet again~" Mo Yixi suppressed his inner excitement and said with a smile on his face.

Yin Ruozhuo took in Mo Yixi's reaction when he saw Qing'er, and he also understood the purpose of his going down the mountain.

"Junior Brother Mo, Miss Qing'er, I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave now!"

Yin Ruozhe tactfully proposed to leave, and Qing'er did not try to keep him. Mo Yixi was also happy for him to leave so that no one would disturb him and Qing'er when they were alone together.

After Yin Ruozhe left, Qing'er walked in the deserted alley following the lingering fragrance on the purse.

Mo Yixi followed Qing'er closely, puzzled as she was walking further and further away.

"Miss Qing'er? Where are you going?"

"My purse was stolen, I want to get it back."

Qing'er replied without even turning her head.

All her money is in her purse. If she can't get her purse back, she will have trouble eating.

Upon learning that her purse had been stolen, Mo Yixi volunteered to go look for it with Qing'er.

"Let me help you look for it. There is strength in numbers."

"Thank you very much. I'll treat you to a meal when I find my purse." Qing'er smiled at him gratefully.

When Mo Yixi saw Qing'er's smile, his heart was filled with joy, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

He searched the alley for the thief who stole my wallet like a man with his blood pumped up.

Not long after they searched, Qing'er saw the little beggar who stole the purse.

When the little beggar saw Qing'er head-on and saw a tall man following her, he turned around and ran away in fear.

However, no matter how fast he ran, he could not outrun Mo Yixi, who was a martial arts master and possessed magical powers.

Mo Yixi caught the little beggar and came to Qing'er to ask for credit, "Qing'er, I caught him!"

Qing'er didn't care that his way of addressing her had become more intimate, and she stretched out her white and tender hand to the little beggar.

"Where's my purse?"

The little beggar felt a little ashamed when he saw the fair and lovely Qing'er. Besides, he was already caught red-handed, so he didn't dare to struggle anymore. He took out the dirty purse from his arms and gave it back to Qing'er.

Qing'er opened the purse and took a look. Seeing that everything inside was still there, she asked Mo Yixi to let the little beggar go.

"Brother Mo, please let him go!"

Mo Yixi followed his instructions and let go of the little beggar's hand.

After regaining his freedom, the little beggar did not flee immediately, but stood there looking at Qing'er hopefully, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Hurry up and leave! Do you want to get a fight?" Mo Yixi didn't like the beggar who stole Qing'er's purse, so she drove him away.

The little beggar was frightened and took a step back, then turned around and was about to leave hesitantly.

"and many more!"

Qing'er who was standing by called out to the little beggar.

As she approached the little beggar, she faintly smelled the scent of herbs from him.

But the little beggar was agile and didn't look sick, so the person who was sick could only be someone close to him.

From the fact that he did not take out the money from his purse immediately after stealing something, and threw away the purse to destroy the evidence, it can be seen that this was most likely his first time stealing something.

It is very likely that he acted like this because he was desperate.

Qing'er had some guesses in her mind, so she became much more tolerant towards the little beggar.

The little beggar stopped and looked at Qing'er hesitantly.

Qing'er took out a silver note from her purse and handed it to the little beggar.

"This is for you. I hope it can help you out."

The little beggar's eyes lit up with gratitude, and he stepped forward to take the banknote.

Then he knelt on the ground with tears in his eyes and kept kowtowed to express his gratitude, "Thank you, thank you!"

"No need to thank me, just go back!"

Mo Yixi was confused as she watched Qing'er and the little beggar talking. After the little beggar left with the banknote in gratitude, she asked Qing'er, "Why did you give him so much money?"

"Shh!" Qing'er raised her finger to silence him, then pulled his sleeve and quietly followed the little beggar in front. She also wanted to know if her guess was right, so why not go with Mo Yixi to see what was going on.

Mo Yixi stared blankly at Qing'er's hand that was grabbing his sleeve, and followed Qing'er closely.

When Qing'er followed the little beggar to a dilapidated temple, Mo Yixi saw an old beggar leaning against the wall and coughing in the corner of the temple.

The young beggar happily walked up to the old beggar with the banknote and waved it, "Grandpa, I have money. I'll take you to see a doctor!"

When the old beggar saw the young beggar holding the silver bill, his first reaction was not happiness, but anger.

He could tell with his toes that the money was not obtained in a legitimate way, and fearing that the owner would come to his door, he insisted on not going to the clinic with the little beggar, and asked the little beggar to return the money to the owner.

The young beggar was a little panicked. Finally, he knelt on the ground and swore to tell the old beggar the whole story. Only then did the old beggar agree with tearful eyes to go to the clinic with the young beggar.

The old beggar thought that when he recovered from his illness, if he still had some money left, he would use the money to find a job and settle down with the little beggar.