Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

After finishing his business, he returned to Liyue Harbor, where it was gradually getting dark. Lin Huan entered through the archway and walked along the mountain path, carrying his things slowly towards the Yiyan Palace of Yujing Terrace. He listened to the conversations of the people passing by along the way and learned about the popular story that had recently happened in Liyue Harbor.

It is a story about a warrior who had fought hard in the rocky battlefield to resist the tide of monsters and voluntarily trapped himself as bait, trapped a large number of monsters in a desperate situation, and finally annihilated all the monsters at a huge cost. He thought he would never be able to return home safely. He was the only surviving hero among the righteous men who had risked their lives to fight... but he was rescued by the emperor and the immortals, and finally returned home safely to reunite with his wife and children. Long songs can also make you cry, and distant views can also make you return home.

And, most importantly, the funeral of an immortal Yaksha who fought and died for the people in the war will be held on Yujing Terrace.

Although when he was alive he had to escape into darkness and live away from people because of the dark karma brought about by killing the Dharma protector, but... this did not prevent him from becoming a hero in everyone's eyes after his tragic yet heroic sacrifice. His name was forever engraved in history books, sung in the streets and operas, and passed down from generation to generation by the people he protected... and their commemoration and faith.

She heard that Chen Bo, the storyteller from Sanwanbuguogang, had already started preparing a new play, the protagonist of which was the Yaksha...also known as Fushe, and herself as a comrade-in-arms with the Immortal Master Fenghui.

In another world, the story she learned about ended with irreparable pain and tragedy. Although there is a legend about heroes, the protagonist is unknown, unknown to people and his family. The family of the deceased left the mountains with great pain, and even hundreds of years later, they were still searching for the whereabouts of their ancestors.

But at least, here, the ending of this story... cannot be said to be completely perfect, although there are still regrets... but at least, she has done her best to make the gears of fate turn slightly. Let those who want to go home finally reunite with their loved ones, let those who should have been forgotten... be remembered and praised by the people he protects... Yaksha, this lonely creature who is in the darkness, bears countless killings, just to protect the lights of thousands of families... will eventually no longer be forgotten by everything he protects, and countless people will remember their deeds and achievements... and sacrifices. In this way, although the ending is not completely perfect, at least... there are no regrets.

Lin Huan paused and couldn't help but smile helplessly. Although her name did not appear, her story was everywhere... However, she did not explain anything, nor did she change direction, but just walked straight to the top of the mountain.

There, Grandma Ping was already waiting.

"Ahuan, you're back?" Immortal Ping was standing beside the table. On the table next to him was a bowl of full, black medicine with a bitter smell... Lin Huan subconsciously took a step back with some resistance, but facing Immortal Ping's smiling but determined gaze, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk over, picked up the bowl of hot medicine, tilted his head back to drink it, and then put the empty bowl on the table.

"Thank you, Grandma Ping..." Lin Huan took a breath and laughed softly. He went forward and hugged this immortal elder who had always taken good care of him.

"Xiao Huan, this bowl of medicine should be able to help you get through the entire process of the Immortal Sending Ceremony... But still, don't get too emotional..."

Lin Huan closed his eyes and snuggled in Grandma Ping's warm embrace without getting up. He felt the warm medicine juice transform into a stream of energy swirling between his chest and abdomen, flowing through his body, and he felt as if he was warmed up. The coldness and numbness that had lingered in his body before seemed to have been driven away a lot.

After a long time, he raised his head and whispered.

"Grandma Ping's medicine arrived just in time, and I do feel much better... I will keep your advice in mind... Next, if... if possible, I will try my best to control my emotions and not be too agitated."

Immortal Ping touched Lin Huan's cheek with relief, "Ah Huan, good boy, go meet them... Be strong and don't cry. I believe Fushe will not want to see your tears."

With Grandma Ping's gentle gaze watching him, Lin Huan continued to walk forward, passed the Yuehai Pavilion, and continued towards the Yiyan Palace.

The sky had already darkened completely. The moonlight was clear and bright, shining on the stone slabs, casting tiny specks of silver light.

Lin Huan walked through the quiet courtyard, following the moonlight, and came to the attic near the mountain wall. Just as she was about to push open the door, it opened from the inside. Xiao came out and nodded slightly when he saw her.

"came back?"

"Yes, I brought some ever-bright incense and flowers. It's Qingxin."

"Qingxin?" Xiao was stunned for a moment, "I understand what Ah Huan meant. Not bad."

"I thought you would choose Neon Flower." So warm and intimate.

"You don't like it to be too lively, do you?" Lin Huan laughed softly and walked into the house side by side with Xiao.

"Yeah, that's how it is... But Fushe and the others are a little different from me... He likes Liyue Harbor, the bustling crowds, and he also wants... to escape into the mortal world and live the life of an ordinary person after the war." Xiao nodded.

"Then... a clear mind is my wish... it is my blessing and prayer for Fushe." Lin Huan said softly. In the evening... for the next three days, people will come and go to pay tribute, and there will be no shortage of colorful flowers.

He led her to the Fushe Relics covered by a red cloth. There was a small incense burner at the bottom with a stick of incense already lit. It must have been lit not long ago, and the smoke was floating and lingering. Lin Huan slowly stopped, placed the flowers on the table, and then respectfully bowed to the Fushe Relics. He lowered his head for a long time and did not stand up.

"The long-burning incense is used in ceremonies. It will be lit in the large incense burner outside the Yujing Terrace in two hours." Xiao whispered, "It will be lit in person by Mr. Feng Hui, Fushe's comrade-in-arms, who turned the tide with him on the Layer Rock battlefield, in front of everyone."

"Why... me?" Lin Huan was puzzled. "Xiao..."

"Master Hu will accompany you. You are the ceremonial officers of this funeral, one representing humans and the other representing the immortals. Pay incense to Fushe." Xiao added in a very light voice, "I am Fushe's family, but after all, you are his comrade-in-arms who stood shoulder to shoulder with him until the end..."

"That's strange. Everything else is fine, but the last sentence, if you say so, the teammate who fought side by side with him to the end..." Lin Huan couldn't help laughing, "Then the person who is most qualified to light this incense stick should be Brother Boyang who fought side by side with him to the end under the underground palace."

"I don't care, you have to go with me! You have to go!" Xiao! You are the last family member of Fushe, and you are the most important part of the whole ceremony! You can't be absent.

"... Ah Huan..." Xiao said solemnly, "The last thing he was worried about was you. He had already met me once and entrusted me with something. He no longer had any regrets."

"..." Lin Huan clenched his sleeves. She had only been with him for such a short moment in his life, was it worth him treating her like this... was she really worth it?