Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Time is like an hourglass that never stops, constantly turning and flowing. The old friends who come to visit Master Hu Jing are the same, coming and going without interruption. Even immortals will occasionally transform into beasts, pretending to pass by the roof or courtyard inadvertently, or directly transform into human form, walk through the main door and burn incense for the old gentleman who once kindly took in the little immortal beast who was unfamiliar with Liyue, as if offering the most sincere respect to the kind old master. And relatives and friends, as always, guard the family members.

However, surprisingly, the old patriarch of the Ye family never showed up... Of course, this did not mean that he did not have deep feelings for the master of Hu Jing, but because he had a deep brotherly friendship with the deceased. At the same time, due to his advanced age, in order to avoid excessive sadness, the Boyang brothers did not let their father come. However, they themselves have been busy here, helping the troubled Wangsheng Hall, and have never left.

Two days later, night fell quietly, and the top of Tianheng Mountain was silent, with no stars, no moon, and no breeze. The coffin of Master Hu lay quietly in the middle of the open space, surrounded by piles of firewood, and a simple altar and fence were carefully arranged next to it.

Hu Xingzhi and Lin Huan, brother and sister, dressed in plain mourning clothes, stood quietly beside the firewood pile. Hu Xingzhi tightly grasped the Homa staff in his hand, his eyes firm and full of sadness. He took a deep breath and performed the family heirloom magic. A colorful fire butterfly danced out from the tip of the staff and slowly flew towards Lin Huan beside him.

Lin Huan held the Rock Green in her hand, tears glistening in her eyes. She whispered the sword formula, the sword pointed upward, the wind elemental power surged from her body, and the fire butterfly instantly turned into a raging fire under the wind, sweeping towards the old man's coffin and woodpile.

In an instant, the night was illuminated by the flames, and the scorching heat seemed to devour everything. The brother and sister stared at the blazing fire, and their father's figure gradually became blurred in the flames.

The fire was getting stronger and stronger, and the jumping flames reflected the sad faces of the two people, which looked particularly desolate in the dark night. Hu Xingzhi stared at the blazing fire, and endless grief surged in his heart. He remembered that when he was a child, his father taught him how to manage the affairs of the Wangsheng Hall. Those strict but caring teachings seemed to still echo in his ears. Every detail and every word were deeply imprinted in his heart and became a guide for his life.

Lin Huan stared at the fire silently, tears blurring her vision once again. She recalled the first time she met Master Hu, the middle-aged man's warm smile, and the pair of encouraging eyes that always gave her infinite strength. Her father's love was as warm as the sun, making her feel extremely happy. However, at this moment, all of this has vanished, leaving only endless longing and sorrow.

In the firelight, bits and pieces of the past kept emerging in their minds. Their warm moments, happy laughter, their father's love and care... these beautiful memories came to their hearts like a tide, making them unable to let go. They knew that their father's departure was inevitable in life, and everyone had to face the cycle of birth, aging, illness and death. But the deep attachment and reluctance pierced their hearts like a knife, making it difficult for them to accept this cruel reality.

After an unknown amount of time, the fire gradually weakened until it was extinguished. Hu Xingzhi and Lin Huan still stood there quietly, as if their souls were also floating with the flames towards the place they...could not go to yet.

At this time, a breeze blew by, bringing a hint of coolness. Lin Huan raised his head, looked at the stars in the sky, and said softly: "Brother, I think... my father, who never regretted his actions in his life... has lived his life... He was open-minded and fearless..."

Hu Xingzhi nodded heavily, his voice hoarse: "Yes, father has lived a life without regrets, without regrets for his relatives and friends, and without regrets for Liyue..."

In this silent night, although their hearts were filled with pain, they also ignited the determination to start again in this baptism of fire.