Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 378: Thousands of Sails at Dusk (Part )

Chapter 378: Thousands of Sails at Dusk (Part )

Dusk spread over the white marble steps of Yujing Terrace, dyeing Keqing's sword amber. The tassel of the sword drooped among the glazed lilies, and the golden thread drew an unfinished arc in the evening breeze, just like her unresolved mood at the moment. The stone statue of the Kitchen God in front of the Yiyan Hall was as silent as before, with its rounded outline reflecting the setting sun and a beeswax-like luster, just like the jade unicorn that suppressed the ancient books on the desk of her grandfather in the study in her memory.

"Try this!" The iron pot of Xiangling burst into golden sparks, and the pot crust came bouncing over with the spicy meat steamed bread with a charred aroma. The edge of the dough held by the brown bear's paw still had a crescent-shaped gap left by a child's nibbling - exactly the same as the one handed to me by my grandfather's calloused palm in my memory.

As soon as Keqing's fingertips touched the slightly hot dough, the past came with steam. In the white mist rising from the bamboo steamer, the old man's eyes were filled with smiles: "The stove fire warms the stomach, not the intestines..." Before the old man finished speaking, the crisp sound of the steamed buns "crackling" shattered the twilight, and maple syrup seeped out from the filling, winding on the blue bricks into the palm prints of time.

The stone statue of the God of the Hearth suddenly began to glow with ripples, and cracks spread like ice breaking in a spring stream. As the broken stones fell, the moonlight condensed into a shadow of Maxius in his prime - his golden armor reflected the glazed tiles of the Jade Pavilion, his fangs held the eternal fire of the hearth, and thousands of sails set sail wherever his spear pointed.

"Remember," the dust-purifying bell on Grandma Ping's wrist floated over the glass lilies, "what touches old friends most is always the heart beating in the fireworks of the world." The silver-gray tail tip swept across the rubble, and the blood-stained past five hundred years ago suddenly came to life: a pair of brothers stuffed the last half of a spicy rice cake into her hands, and outside the siege broken by the rock spear, morning heat was rising from the lights.

"That's why you..." Keqing's sword tassel moved without wind, and the lightning blossomed into a pure heart lotus in front of the shadow. However, Maxius leaned over and touched her hair, and his golden armor turned into thousands of fireflies, gently wrapping the little girl who was standing there holding a steamed bun.

"Wow!" The statue collapsed into a furry brown bear, and Guoba's hair on his head just happened to poke the shutter of the camera. Grandma Ping combed the soft hair behind Xizhi's ears, and the ancient sycamore leaves fell on the dragon horn golden bell: "The so-called sacrifice is nothing but..."

"Passing on the torch!" The Xiangling iron pot spun in the air, and the spicy aroma of the Jueyun pepper startled the copper bells on the eaves. Xizhi suddenly jumped onto the broken stone seat, and the golden bells on the tip of his claws resonated with the cracks in the rock. The moonlight penetrated the scales of the newborn dragon, casting a silhouette of a blue dragon holding a lantern on the blue bricks, which coincided with the totem on the last page of the red tracing book when he was a child.

The wide sleeves of Ningguang rolled up like clouds, and the statues of gods that were shattered into dust soared into the sky, and every stone chip ignited a glass fire. The morning mist of Qingce Village, the night market of Chihuyan, and the steaming white waves of Wanmin Hall turned into a galaxy in the night. The rice crust "puffed" and spurted out two balls of flames, melting the steamed bread into golden amber, and the mottled kitchen knife emerged with a golden shovel emblem - perfectly matching the food code totem buried deep under the old stove.

"This is the real 'food, mountains and seas'." Grandma Ping's dry branch-like fingers lightly touched the cat's nose. The halo of the Cleansing Bell brought back memories: as a young girl, she was pinning flowers for the Kitchen God in the form of a brown bear, and the crooked honey recipe on the rock wall was still stained with the scent of glass lilies.

The golden bell on the tip of Xizhi's ear suddenly roared like a dragon, and its long silver-grey tail wrapped around Keqing's white wrist. Yuhengxing looked up and saw the shadow of the blue dragon rising from the top of Tianheng Mountain holding the candy she lost in her childhood in its mouth - the cat's paw print on the candy wrapper and the ink marks on the recipe fit perfectly after five hundred years.

"Have you received the kindness of your old friends?" Grandma Ping chuckled as she scratched the cat's snow-white belly. Guoba stumbled over with almond tofu covered with condensed dew, but the slime gel stuck to its paws. Yanfei's Code flipped to the last page: "Article 250 of the Celebration Banquet Regulations--" Flames shot up from the red-haired lawyer's fingertips, leaving a caramel-colored cat paw print on the code: "Excessive feeding of Fluffy is prohibited!"

When the dusk was thickest, Xizhi curled up in the shadow of the ancient sycamore. The colored glaze crystals on the claws flickered, reflecting the overlapping streams of two time and space - the clumsy bear paws of the present Guoba and the arms of the Kitchen God in the illustrations of ancient books, blending into the same arc in the moonlight.