Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 234 Que Ge

She took back her hand, slowly raised her head, and before turning around, Lin Huan took a deep breath, as if to suppress the thousands of emotions surging in her heart. She once again stared at the solemn Yiyan Temple in front of her under the bright sunshine, her eyes full of attachment and reluctance, as if she wanted to engrave this scene in the depths of her soul forever. Then, she resolutely turned around and quietly merged into the slowly flowing crowd, step by step, carefully squeezed down the mountain, and never looked back.

Every step she took was taken with extreme caution, as if she was afraid of disturbing this sacred atmosphere. Some of the people around her were immersed in the joy of the Lantern Festival, their smiles as bright as spring flowers; others were carrying their own unspeakable thoughts, with solemn expressions. In Lin Huan's heart, only the deep attachment and reluctance to Liyue surged. Her eyes drifted to the mountains in the distance from time to time. There was not only the unknown direction she was about to go to, but also the place where she longed to find a peaceful spiritual home.

Finally, when her feet were firmly on the foot of the mountain, Lin Huan stopped and looked back in the direction of Liyue Harbor. The prosperous scene was still as dazzling as before, but it felt out of reach for no reason. She tightly grasped her bag, turned around resolutely, and walked towards Chihuyan with firm steps like a rock. In this crowded section with the surging crowd, she squeezed onto Yujingtai, talked about important things with Mr. Zhongli, and then squeezed down. At this time, it was time for lunch... Lin Huan smiled slightly at herself. She was obviously no longer a human being, but she still couldn't get rid of this habit that belonged to humans. However, she didn't want to change... After all, she had spent so many years with those people, and it had become a habit.

Lin Huan ordered a bowl of noodle soup under the stage of the storyteller Sanwanbuguogang. Listening to the storyteller telling anecdotes about the emperor and the immortals, Lin Huan seemed to have finally regained some ease and smiled faintly. He picked up the sake on the table and took a sip. The sake still tasted the same as before, but this bowl of noodle soup was different after all.

After eating and drinking, Lin Huan stood up, paid Mora, and gave some tips to the unfamiliar new storyteller, and declined the gentleman's invitation to sit for a while and listen to another story. Lin Huan turned around and walked straight to the Wangsheng Hall. She was not going home, nor was she reminiscing about the past, and she was not looking for Xiao Lan, who had grown up and inherited the Wangsheng Hall. Children have their own stories, and as an elder, since she had agreed to let go at this moment, she could no longer appear in their lives and connect new causes and effects... So, she quietly found the ferryman and asked him to carefully prepare a bunch of items for her to sweep the graves.

After a while, the items were ready. Lin Huan stared at the items in her hand, a warm current surged in her heart, and she breathed a sigh of relief. These things were not only supplies for tomb sweeping, but also her deep thoughts and high respect for her elders. Although she could not bear new karma, she did not want to cut off the deep thread of life that had been connected.

Lin Huan left the city from the old bridge and walked slowly up the winding mountain road. Although her steps were a little heavy, her heart was filled with sad expectations. Along the way, the scenes of her past interactions with the elders kept appearing in her mind. She remembered discussing the future of Liyue with the uncles of the Seven Stars, Rong Zhao's stubborn but affectionate eyes, and Sister Huixin's steadfast figure for Bubu Lu's ambition. Then she ran all over Tianheng Mountain and found the tombs of those elders, deceased brothers and sisters, lit a stick of incense, and bowed respectfully three times...

She stood quietly in front of the mound where General Xiaozhi had been. The mound no longer existed, but the Qianyan spear still stood tall there, telling of the glory of the past. It seemed that no matter what, the disaster of Kanreya and the efforts of the Qianyan Army should not be forgotten by the world, right? She really couldn't find the tombs of Rong Zhao and Sister Huixin, so she could only choose the second best place, the place they both knew, to express her grief from afar...

Yes, and there was also Sister Huixin... She knew her ending, but she still felt sad. She knew that for the great wish that came from Bubulu, her sister Huixin would never regret it! But... Lin Huan's hand tightly grasped the Qianyan spear, and the spear shook slightly, as if to show that she was not at peace...

“General Xiaozhi, it’s been so long, and I still let you…see me in such a dishonorable state…I’m sorry to have embarrassed you.” Finally, Lin Huan gathered his thoughts and smiled softly, “I’m sorry.” As he said that, he lit three incense sticks and bowed three times lightly and steadily with his eyes lowered.

Finally, Lin Huan turned around and followed the setting sun to the place she was most familiar with and had been to once before - the tomb of her father, Master Hu Jing, and her brother Hu Xingzhi. But when she finally reached the top of the mountain, the scene in front of her stunned her instantly.

In front of Hu Xingzhi's tombstone, Kong and Dai Yin stood side by side, silent, like two sculptures that were one with the world. Their figures stood tall in the breeze, as if they were carrying the weight of the world. Three incense sticks had been inserted in front of the tombstone. The two long-lost friends lowered their eyes slightly, quietly watching everything in front of them, silent. But it seemed as if they had already spoken a thousand words.

In fact, after Lin Huan sent the letter, she was not sure whether they would come. However, at this special moment, their appearance was like a beam of light in the darkness, giving her endless warmth and surprise.

"Kong... Dai Yin, it's you, right?" Lin Huan was slightly startled, and said softly, with a hint of surprise and disbelief in his voice. "I didn't expect that you would really come."

Kong took a step forward, a warm smile on his face, and gently opened his arms to hug Lin Huan. "I received your letter. Even if I really don't want to go with this guy next to me, for your sake, we have to temporarily put aside our prejudices and live in peace... Don't worry." His voice was steady and powerful, as if it could penetrate people's hearts, giving people an incomparable sense of security. "We will accompany you for the rest of the time. Those lights... We really didn't see them in Liyue Harbor with our own eyes. It's a good opportunity to make up for the scenery we missed."

Dai Yin stood aside, his expression still as cold as ice, but there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes. He nodded slightly and said, "Since you are here, you should enjoy the grand view of the Lantern Festival."

Lin Huan looked at them, and a warm current surged in her heart. At this special moment, having their company made her feel extremely comforted and warm. "Then come together. Actually, I'm... really happy that you can come." She said with a smile, walking beside them, and her mood seemed to slowly become more relaxed and happy.