Traveling Through the Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Starting from Meeting You

As Xingchen and Mo Qilin reached the edge of the peach forest, Xingchen could no longer sense Han Yan's presence. Suddenly, he panicked and hurried to the center of the peach forest.

Chaoyan sat under a big tree in the courtyard, looking at the stars that were getting closer and closer with anxious expressions, and subconsciously sighed softly.

"Where is my master? Didn't she come to you to reminisce about the past? Why did her presence suddenly disappear?"

Mo Qilin grabbed the excited Xingchen, looked at Chaoyan expressionlessly, and silently asked her about Hanyan's whereabouts.

Chaoyan looked at Xingchen and Mo Qilin who were pulling each other. She didn't know their relationship before, and she never took these insignificant little actions to heart.

Now that she knew about their relationship, no matter how she looked at it, she felt something was wrong.

A meaningful smile appeared on Chao Yan's lips, and she looked at Mo Qilin quietly, but she smiled without saying a word, and everything was implied.

Mo Qilin noticed her silent teasing and ignored her, only pulling Xingchen's arm to prevent him from moving forward.

"I'm asking you a question. Where is my master?"

“She’s gone, Xingchen. Hanyan asked me to tell you to practice hard and become a spiritual beast with a reputation throughout the six realms as soon as possible.

Also, don't even think about looking for her. This time, she is determined to leave alone, and you won't be able to find her no matter what."

After listening to Chaoyan's words, Xingchen looked around. There were ten miles of peach blossoms in full bloom and a breeze was blowing. He could only smell the fragrance of flowers but could not see his old friend.

He stood there exhausted, his heart suddenly filled with helplessness. Han Yan was gone, and he was her pet. Now that his master had left, where should the pet go?

Mo Qilin looked at the distraught Xingchen with a frown on his face. He didn't say much, but just stayed by his side quietly.

Above the clouds, the sea of ​​clouds surges like waves, sometimes gathering into mountains and sometimes dispersing like smoke.

In Hangzhou, it snowed heavily again this year. The heavy snow fell for three days, and the whole Hangzhou was covered in silver, clouds and fog.

The fat man ran into the courtyard from the front door, stood under the eaves, shook off the falling snow on his body, and rubbed his almost frozen hands.

He looked up at the sky. It was covered with dark clouds, thunder was roaring, and countless lightning bolts were flashing through the clouds.

"Tian Zhen, come out and take a look. It's thundering in the middle of winter, but there's also an eclipse of the sun. It's a natural phenomenon. Is there going to be some trouble?"

Wu Xie brushed off the dust on his hands, walked out of the house, and looked up at the sun that was gradually being swallowed up in the sky.

"It's just a normal solar eclipse. What's the fuss? Where are the things I asked you to buy? We have to leave tomorrow to pay tribute to Brother and Hanyan."

"I bought it, I've put it at the front door with Pan Zi, it's well covered, don't worry.

Hey, in the blink of an eye, Brother and Hanyan have been gone for five years. Tian Zhen, should we also ask Old Zhang to come with us this time?"

When Wu Xie heard Fatty's address to Zhang Yecheng, he rolled his eyes at him speechlessly.

"He is the master of Brother and Hanyan after all, can't you just address him as he is? Ask him to come along, he will go on his own even if we don't ask him to come along."

"Okay, I'll go inform him now and tell him to leave early tomorrow morning and ask him to pack his things.

The old man is old and he is so slow, please don't delay our visit to see Brother and Han Yan."

The fat man put his hands in his pockets and walked outside with a smile on his face. The moment he walked out from under the eaves, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a heavy look.

Wu Xie stared at Fatty's departing back. Thinking about where he was going tomorrow, he felt as if something was blocking his throat, causing him discomfort and pain.

The fat man stood in the snow, staring at the door in front of him. He raised and put down his right hand, hesitated for a long time, and finally knocked on the rusty door knocker.

Knock, knock, knock—Zhang Yecheng was sitting alone in the courtyard, staring at the red plum blossoms blooming in the corner, until there was a knock on the door.

"Here we are. It's freezing and snowy... Why are you all running here..."

Zhang Yecheng took two steps at a time, walked hurriedly to the door, opened it, and looked at the fat man standing at the door in confusion.

"Why are you here when you're not at home hibernating?"

"Look at what you said, can't I come to see you if I'm fine?

You are Xiaoge and Hanyan's master, their only relative in this world. As their friends, we have the obligation to take care of you."

As the fat man spoke, he walked into the courtyard. He glanced into the pavilion and knew that Zhang Yecheng must have been sitting in the pavilion for the whole morning again.

He strode into the room, skillfully took out the air conditioner remote control from the drawer on the right side of the coffee table, and turned on the air conditioner.

As the temperature in the room continued to rise, he felt the coldness around him slowly fading away.

Zhang Yecheng looked at the fat man slumped on the sofa and placed a cup of steaming tea in front of him.

"Tell me, what are you here for?"

"We are going to visit Brother and Hanyan early tomorrow morning, so we are here to inform you. If you want to go, pack your things and we will pick you up at the door tomorrow."

Zhang Yecheng paused as he picked up the teacup. He looked at the heavy snow outside and suddenly realized...

Before I knew it, another year had passed.

"Well, I see."

The fat man took in all of Zhang Yecheng's expressions and movements. He picked up the teacup nonchalantly and gently blew away the floating leaves on the tea.

"Old Zhang, my brother and Han Yan have been gone for five years. Do you want to...oh, forget it..."

He glanced at Zhang Yecheng casually, and with just one glance, he saw a flash of loneliness in Zhang Yecheng's eyes.

Five years have passed, and although each of them is still living their lives as usual, laughing and joking, it seems that nothing is different from usual.

But when the night is quiet, only they themselves know that it is not that they do not want to move on from the past, but that they simply cannot.

"I know what you want to say. You can't even convince yourself of these words, so how can you convince me? Go back. I still have to pack my things."

Zhang Yecheng waved at the fat man. The fat man looked at him deeply, sighed silently, stood up and walked away.

After the fat man left, Zhang Yecheng stood alone in the corridor, looking at the garden covered with snow.

Ever since Zhang Qiling and Zhang Hanyan left, the flowers and plants in the garden seemed to have gained spirituality and withered one after another overnight.

Five years have passed, and the garden that was once lush and green with a hundred flowers in full bloom is now withered and no longer the same.

No matter what methods Zhang Yecheng and Wu Xie use, no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, the garden will always be withered and yellow.

Zhang Yecheng looked at the red plum blossoms blooming in the corner. Five years had passed, and this red plum blossom was the first flower to bloom in these five years.