Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 233 Pilgrimage

Lin Huan set out from Wangshu Inn, traveling day and night with difficulty. Her figure seemed as small as a grain of rice on the vast and boundless land, but it exuded an unwavering and powerful aura. Although her heavy footsteps were a little tired, she never stopped for a moment. Until the dark night quietly enveloped, people fell into sweet dreams, the world slowly quieted down, and quietly fell into a lonely state, she slowly passed through the Tianheng Mountain Pass. The quaint plaque of the northeast gate was looming in the night. She crossed the bridge under it and stepped into the city, as if she had stepped into a long-forgotten historical scroll.

Afterwards, she searched hard by the harbor and finally found an inn. She dragged her exhausted body into it, as if she had found a quiet haven. In this moment of peace and stability, she allowed her body and mind to rest temporarily, and the feeling of fatigue gradually dissipated in the quiet and peaceful atmosphere of the inn.

The next day, the morning light was like a golden mantle, gently and elegantly covering the ancient and mysterious city of Liyue. Lin Huan got up early, as if being pulled by some invisible force, and took the lead to the breakfast shop that she loved most in the past. Although the shop was a little simple, it was filled with a warm atmosphere. Although the wooden tables and chairs were a bit old, they were wiped spotlessly. The store was steaming, and the aroma of food rose up, spreading like a smart ribbon. She ordered a bowl of soft and tender water tofu, found a place by the roadside, sat down safely, and ate it quietly. The delicate taste slowly spread on the tip of the tongue, as if carrying many memories of the past, like a vivid and lively picture scroll slowly unfolding in her mind. She stared at the busy crowd on the street, and an inexplicable feeling surged in her heart for no reason. It was a soft sigh for the passage of time and a deep attachment to the beauty of the past.

Then, she walked forward slowly, her steps light but full of thoughts. On the street, people were surging like a tide. She did not do anything special, but just followed the crowd and walked slowly towards the tall and majestic arch. On the arch, the exquisite patterns were like ancient scrolls slowly unfolding, as if whispering, telling the long history and glorious past of Liyue. Every pattern was like a mark carefully carved by time, carrying countless wind and rain baptisms and legendary stories.

Then, she came to the small garden of Feiyunpo. The place is shaded by green trees and colorful flowers, just like a fairyland on earth. People strolled leisurely, talked heartily, and the laughter was like a beautiful movement, enjoying this wonderful time. Then, she squeezed towards the mountain path and slowly climbed up the mountain. The mountain path was bustling with people, and they gathered here on this special day. Everyone was full of expectations for the Sea Lantern Festival, with a happy smile on their faces like blooming flowers. The smile was full of hope and longing, as if they all had similar but different wishes and wanted to confide in the Rock King Emperor. And this day was the lively Sea Lantern Festival, and the whole Liyue Port was immersed in a festive atmosphere. Holding a stick of incense, she slowly lined up in front of the incense burner, leaned over and bowed deeply, and communicated with the gentleman with her heart. At that moment, her heart seemed to have found a peaceful home, just like a drifting ship found a warm harbor.

This time, until the incense sticks were firmly inserted into the incense burner, no incense ash fell. The slightly chilly wind blew gently, lightly brushing Lin Huan's hair and clothes, as if someone, stable and calm, seemed to be telling her words of parting, and seemed to be comforting her slightly uneasy heart about the future. Although there were many people around her, when they walked to Lin Huan's side, they seemed to be blocked by some gentle force, and could not affect her at all, as if she had been in an independent world, immersed in her own thoughts and emotions.

All the memories of the past surged into her mind like a tide. The time she spent drinking tea and discussing with her relatives, brothers, and elders, the days she spent strolling in the streets and alleys of Liyue, and especially the scene of celebrating together during the Lantern Festival, seemed like yesterday. However, when the music ended and the people dispersed, her heart was filled with reluctance, and that reluctance was like a thread, entwining her soul. Those old friends who were once close to her, like bright stars, twinkled in the sky of memory, and every familiar face in front of her was so hard to let go. And this Liyue Port has become like a home. Every corner carrying memories seems to be telling stories of the past. Those stories are like warm fires, illuminating her heart.

However, the previous agreement with her old friend was like a silent but powerful call, urging her to leave. Time passed quietly, and the feeling of being out of place became stronger and stronger, like a heavy shackle tightly binding her, forcing her to choose to leave and rush to Jueyunjian to pursue her own tranquility and carefully sort out her complicated thoughts. Yes, the breeze that once lingered on the eaves of the human world finally let go of its hand reluctantly at this moment, trembling slightly, and slowly drifted towards the distance, towards the heights where the spiritual energy was steaming. But leaving is not a farewell forever, but for a better return in the future. Thinking like this in her heart, Lin Huan's eyes slowly swept across the direction of Liyue Harbor. The prosperous scene was like a colorful painting, but it might just be a temporary farewell. She turned around resolutely and walked towards the mountains, her steps firm and resolute. Because there is tranquility waiting for her there, she needs to sort out her messy thoughts and calm her inner waves in that tranquility. In the tranquility of the mountains, she will seek inner strength and carefully prepare for the future journey.

Maybe, she will come back again soon. After all, there is Mr. Zhongli here, his existence is as ancient and eternal as the rocks of Tianheng Mountain. Every mottled trace contains profound past and feelings, stable and warm, reassuring; there is Ganyu, her gentleness and friendship are like the spring breeze, bringing warmth and comfort; there is Grandma Ping, her love and care are like a warm fire, sitting there, as if she has never left; and Xiao, his lonely and firm figure, like a guardian in the dark night, telling her what it means to stick to it and what it means to be unyielding. They are like bright lights, shining in Lin Huan's heart, giving her hope and courage to return.

Even though the road ahead is long and her heart is filled with sadness, her love for Liyue and her concern for these people are like an invisible thread that tightly binds her heart. She is always full of expectations for this land in the days ahead. That expectation is like a bright star, lighting her way forward.

To her, Liyue Harbor was like home. But now, she stood devoutly before her father and emperor, the man she loved deeply, with a heart full of awe and reluctance. She respectfully informed him of her intention to leave, hoping that he would allow her to leave temporarily.