Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

"Father, you went abroad and visited many countries, right?" Lin Huan blinked his curious eyes and looked at Patriarch Ye expectantly. He seemed to be full of yearning for that distant and mysterious journey.

Patriarch Ye smiled and nodded. "Of course, we have traveled to many places. We started from Mondstadt next door, a land of wind and freedom. There, we drank with foreign friends. The bard was a very interesting person. We all miss him very much. Then came the rain forest and desert of Xumi... We also attended a few public courses in the Xumi Teaching Academy... And the Tree King... Ah Huan, we met the Tree King in Xumi! The main god of Xumi, the Great Compassionate Tree King, is a very beautiful, wise, and extremely gentle god. He treats everyone equally, regardless of which country or class they are from, without distinction."

The atmosphere fell into silence for a moment... After a pause, Master Hu Jing spoke in a low voice.

"Okay, brother... where were we?"

The stunned old master Ye finally reacted, coughed twice, cleared his throat, and continued speaking.

"Later, later... Later we returned to Liyue Port from Xumi, boarded a huge ship, and crossed the vast ocean to Inazuma on the other side of the sea. The scenery there is indeed different from the natural scenery of our Liyue, cozy and gentle, but equally fascinating."

"Inazuma... Inazuma." Lin Huan couldn't help laughing and said softly, "I haven't even been there yet... This journey must be very exciting, right?"

Patriarch Ye smiled and encouraged, "Don't worry, Ah Huan. You still have a lot of time to spare. You will always have the opportunity to embark on your own journey in the future. The world is so vast, waiting for you young people to explore and discover."

His eyes were kind and warm, as if he saw his younger self.

"Exciting? Haha, it's not just exciting, it's also very dangerous. There are evil spirits on Inazuma's side, which are roughly equivalent to the evil spirits on our side of Liyue. They need the cooperation of alchemists and Yakshas to eliminate them. These evil spirits are like bone-eating maggots. They are omnipresent and hard to guard against. Although it is extremely dangerous, fortunately, we worked together and finally defeated them." The face of the old head of the Ye family was filled with a proud smile.

Hey, don't underestimate this team of adventurers, they are the best of the young generation of that era, almost all of them gathered here! Not only are there young and promising talents who are proficient in magic, but also the young master of the Wangsheng Hall who makes all the demons and monsters in Liyue terrified and have to retreat - Young Master Hu Jingzhi!

His good brother! At such a young age, he is already in charge of the balance of yin and yang. His strength is unfathomable. Even when facing the terrifying evil spirit, he can easily force it back and prevent it from getting close to him! With such a master in charge, why should he be afraid of a mere evil spirit?

Hu Jing listened to Patriarch Ye's unstinting praise for him, and his heart was filled with emotion. His eyes gradually became deep, as if he had traveled through time and space and returned to the passionate and enthusiastic years. In the depths of his memory, the figure of a high-spirited and gentle young man slowly emerged. That's right, it was at that time that they fought side by side in the same team.

In that team, although Hu Jing often made suggestions, the real core figure and the strongest fighting force was undoubtedly the talented young man. He was not only wise and brave, but also a spiritual leader in everyone's mind. Every time he faced difficulties and obstacles, he stepped forward and led everyone to overcome danger; every time he got into trouble, he relied on his extraordinary wisdom and courage to find a breakthrough and lead everyone to victory.

Recalling these past events, Hu Jing couldn't help but feel a sense of heroism. He seemed to see himself in his youth, the boy who had dreams and was brave enough to move forward. Time flies, and now he has gone through ups and downs and has become a respected head of a family. However, that original intention and ambition are still deeply imprinted in the softest corner of his heart.

At this moment, Hu Jing felt extremely fortunate to have such a valuable experience. It was the days spent with his companions that shaped him into who he is today. The old Patriarch Ye in front of him was more like a mirror, allowing him to re-examine the path he had taken and feel the passage of time and the changes in life.

"Father, did you have any other adventures later?" Lin Huan couldn't wait to ask the old man with some white hair on his temples.

"Well... later, haha, later..." A faint smile appeared on Mr. Ye's face, but he did not continue speaking, as if he was lost in memories.

Seeing this, Lin Huan couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, but he didn't dare to urge too much and could only wait quietly.

However, after a long time, Mr. Ye still did not speak. At this time, his father said, "Okay, the story time is over. It's late, it's time to rest."

Lin Huan was stunned for a moment, then she realized that it was already late. She and Rong Zhao quickly stood up and bowed to their father and uncle to express their apologies.

"Father, uncle, it is true that my daughter was rude. I ask for your forgiveness. It is really getting late. You should also go to bed early." Lin Huan said.

Mr. Ye waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's okay. It's a good thing that you are curious. But it's late today. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Lin Huan nodded, bowed to the two elders again, and then slowly left the room with Rong Zhao. Before leaving, she couldn't help but look back at the two old men sitting on the chairs, and secretly sighed in her heart: My father must have had many wonderful adventures when he was young, but it's a pity that I know too little...

As the door closed gently, the room returned to silence. Mr. Ye looked out the window, his thoughts drifting away, as if he had returned to those old days...